#y omg..

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ gojo was filthy rich, a ridiculous contrast to any other college student you knew. so, when his birthday rolled around, you couldn't help but feel a little lost trying to figure out how to celebrate.

after all, what do you get a guy who already has everything?

and yet, when you handed him a small, pink gift bag with glittery tissue paper sticking out, he beamed. giggled, even. he was over the moon that you'd remembered.

"you know you didn't have to get me anything, right, sugar?" he said, all swoon-y with the most ridiculous heart-eyes. oh, he was so genuinely grateful that you did. he'd cherish it forever, no matter what it was. honestly, you could've picked up a piece of trash from the curb, and gojo would probably proudly hang it above his bed, maybe even frame it.

"yeah, i know. i just wanted to. it's not much," you admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

he just told you to shut up, because it was everything to him. he was tearing at the tissue paper like a kid on christmas morning.

it was a lighter. a bedazzled one. baby blue with matching silver gemstones and little bursts of glitter. it even had tiny bows and pearls stuck on it. gojo grinned, thanking you profusely, telling you he really did need a new one. he was going to carry it everywhere and only use this one.

"can we put it to the test?" he asked, gazing at you with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes.

"it's your birthday, we can do whatever you want. there's more in there, though," you added, tilting your head innocently. you reached for the discarded bag on the floor, pulling out a single hair tie.

oh. oh.

"i like that idea, sugar, but i have something else in mind." he grinned. "put your hair up anyway, wouldn't want you getting drool in it."

you blinked, a little confused, but half an hour later, you were laid back on the bed, your eyes glazed over as they stared at the ceiling. he was between your legs, stomach-down on the mattress, kicking his legs playfully, a wide smile plastered on his face.

for him, there was no better way to spend his birthday than right here, between your thighs. his tongue flicked against your clit, two fingers sliding in and out of your tight, warm center. slickness coated his chin and the sheets beneath you. between now and then, he'll pause to take a drag, and you can feel the warm smoke hit your stomach, just below your belly button.

each time he leaned up to offer you a hit, nudging the blunt between your lips, you could taste yourself on it.

[palarien]

sketched this out at jury duty actually

[allurearia]

Are you ladies alright?

Where Mattheo certainty didn't expect you of all people to open the door.

Mattheo riddle x reader. Fluff!!

 It was a typical Friday evening at Hogwarts, Marking the end of a busy week for everyone. Mattheo, Theodore, and Lorenzo were lounging in the Slytherin common room, bored out of their minds.

“Alright, I’ve got an idea,” Mattheo said with a smirk.

“What are you scheming now? Mattheo” Theodore asked, already suspicious.

Mattheo chuckled, tossing a ball of paper  he had folded up after fucking up his notes in charms and spilling ink over it. “You know that Muggle TikTok thing? Where a guy stands in front of a girl’s door, knocks, and someone throws a ball just in time for him to catch it and be all suave? I say we do it.”

Lorenzo laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Come on, you can’t tell me this won’t be fun. Besides, it’s not like we’ve got anything better to do.”

Theodore sighed but couldn’t hide his grin. “Alright, I’m in. Who’s the target?”

Mattheo’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just start with Pansy’s dorm.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “You're sure about that?”

Mattheo just shrugged, unbothered. “What could go wrong?”

The three of them made their way to the girls' dormitory, carefully slipping past a prefect who knew better than to stop them at this point. They reached Pansy’s door, and Mattheo took his place in front of it. Theodore held the ball, and Lorenzo stood a little to the side, ready to jump in if the ball Theo throws suddenly changed paths.

Mattheo knocked on the door, face completely calm as if this was the most normal thing in the world. They could hear what they assumed to be Pansy’s footsteps approaching, the door creaking open just a crack.

But instead of Pansy, you stood there.

You had been hanging out in Pansy's dorm, just chatting and relaxing after the hectic week you all had, completely unaware of the chaos awaiting you on the other side of the door. The moment you appeared, everything froze.

Theo, ready to throw, panicked slightly spotting you first. His throw went way off course and slammed directly into Mattheo's chest instead of near his head where his hands were cupped to catch. Mattheo winced, muttering a low "bloody hell" under his breath as the ball rolled off his chest. He quickly scrambled to grab it, hoping to salvage the moment.

Despite the mishap, Mattheo was determined to play it cool. He turned around, ball in hand, and prepared to deliver the line but then he saw you.

His breath caught in his throat. Instead of Pansy’s usual sarcastic smirk or dismissive eye roll, he was greeted by your soft, curious expression. For a moment, Mattheo’s mind went blank. You stood there, looking effortlessly radiant in the dim hallway light, and all of his usual confidence seemed to fade away.

You blinked at him, clearly confused but amused. A small, awkward smile played on your lips, as if you were trying to figure out what exactly was going on but found the whole thing oddly funny.

Mattheo stared for a moment too long, the ball still clutched in his hand as he tried to remember what he was supposed to say. His heart pounded in his chest, not because of the ball that had just hit him, but because he wasn’t expecting you to be the one opening the door.

Finally, he managed to find his voice, but it wasn’t the smooth, cocky tone he was aiming for. “Uh… are you ladies alright?”

It came out awkwardly, almost like a question he wasn’t even sure of himself.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, biting your lip to hold back more giggles. Your reaction made the whole situation even more endearing, and Mattheo felt his cheeks heat up, though he'd never admit it.

After a brief moment of awkward silence, you gave him a warm, amused smile, nodding slightly. “Yeah… we’re alright,” you replied with a chuckle, not really knowing what else to say. You shot a final glance at the trio behind him and then gently closed the door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, there was a beat of silence before Lorenzo and Theo erupted into laughter. Lorenzo clutched his stomach, practically howling. “Oh, Merlin Mattheo, you were speechless! Absolutely speechless!”

Theo wiped a fake tear from his eye, grinning wickedly. “You should’ve seen your face! All that attitude gone the moment you saw her. You looked like a lost puppy.”

Mattheo’s ears turned red as he glared at his two friends. “Shut up,” he muttered darkly, still gripping the ball in his hand as if it were Theo’s head he wanted to crush. “You’re the one who can’t throw for shit.”

“Oh, blame it on the throw, sure. But we all saw what really happened,” Theo teased, nudging Lorenzo. “Man gets taken down by a pretty girl. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw, trying to shake off the flustered feeling creeping up his stoamch. “I’d worry about your Quidditch skills if I were you, Theo. Chaser with an arm like that? Surprised you haven’t been benched.”

Theo only laughed harder. “Mate, I don’t think Quidditch is the real problem here.”

Lorenzo, still grinning from ear to ear, slapped Mattheo on the back. “Hey, don’t worry, Riddle. It seems like you've finally met someone who knows how to make you shut the fuck up for once”  

Mattheo glowered at both of them, but deep down, his mind was still replaying the way you had smiled at him before closing the door.

Even if he’d never admit it out loud, he knew he was in trouble.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Pt - 2 "is the lady alright?"

[taimanzano]

These two are like MegOp but in a different flavor lol

[stardustquills]

sleeping beauty

synopsis: dr. zayne coming home later than expected and finding his sweet girl asleep while wearing a new set.

cw; smut (18+ mdni), somnophilia, male masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v, prone bone, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darling), mentions of phone sex, soft(?) sex, creampie, missionary

wc; 2.9k

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he entered the house late one night, dragging his feet on the wooden floors as he walked in. god, he doesn’t even know what time it is. 4, 5am? zayne feels absolutely horrible—he said he’d be home by midnight, yet an emergency surgery held him back. he doesn’t expect you to be awake, that would be absurd, but he does get curious as he sees a note on the kitchen counter.

‘surprise in the bedroom for you, love’ the note read, in your handwriting. it was written in red ink with hearts all over it.

huh? he raised an eyebrow, rereading the note again. and again. there’s no way you’d still be awake.

zayne keeps holding onto the note as he walks into your shared bedroom, confusion written clearly on his feautures as he slowly opens the door. you’re asleep, he knows you are. he cringes when the door hinges squeaks, stopping his movements. he pushes the door open again, just enough for him to slip into the room before he closes it behind him. he made sure to turn the handle before the door closed, staying as quiet as possible.

his eyes flickered over to the bed, seeing your sleeping form. you cuddled his pillow, arms wrapped around it as if it were him. it was something he often caught you doing when he was away, and it made his heart melt more every time he saw it.

he chuckled under his breath. cute, he thought.

the lamp on your nightstand was on the lowest setting, casting a warm yellow glow over your slumbering body. zayne took a step closer to the bed before his breath hitched—you were wearing a new lingerie set.

it was his favourite colour on you, too. a rich pink, the colour of perfectly ripe raspberries. the lace of the lingerie had intricate designs, flowers and vines with lighter pink accents. the colour made the tone of your skin pop as it accented your curves, making you seem that much more beautiful and feminine in his mind.

the set didn’t leave much to the imagination—not that he needed it, anyway. but he couldn’t deny how absolutely breathtaking you looked, all dolled up and pretty as you snuggled against his pillow.

his pants grew tight at the display.

your handwriting in red ink caught his eye again. there’s a note on your bedside table, accompanied with a bottle of lube and your fuzzy pink handcuffs. ‘go crazy. please.’

his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on your temple.

a shower and then he’ll do as you asked, he decided.

☃︎⋆꙳•❅*ִ

zayne doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. the door’s cracked open just enough so he can see you, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off you. even through the fogged up glass of the shower he can see the silhouette of your body, blurs of pretty pink lace adorning your skin.

before he knows it, his hand is on his cock. thick and veiny, it’s hard just from the thought of you. he teases himself as he yearns for you, wishing it was your hand instead. he tugs on himself, eyes fluttering as his jaw grows slack, a breath escaping his throat. he turns around in the shower so the water hits his back before tugging again, eyes flitting closed as he rasps your name. he could physically feel his knees weaken; what was happening to him?

zayne reaches a hand towards the shower wall, steadying himself as hot water continues to downpour on him. he’s burning. it’s too hot, it’s too much. he turns the temperature down, turning around so the colder water hit hit face, his chest. his eyes are still closed as he unhurriedly strokes himself, another hiss of his lover’s name tumbling past his lips.

now that he thinks about it, when was the last time the two of you had been intimate? with both of you leading busy lives, zayne being a doctor and you being a hunter, spending time with one another was rare. but you knew it would be like this even before you became official, both of you did. nonetheless, you made it work—navigating through the thick and thin.

zayne’s horny mind quickly found itself thinking about the phone sex from a week ago; it had become a norm in your relationship. he loved hearing your sighs and whimpers over the call as you tried to keep yourself quiet in your cold, empty hotel room you often found yourself in during missions. but still, whenever it happened, your fingers could never replicate the feeling of his dexterous ones, and his fist didn’t feel as good as your dainty one. it was in no way as good as the real thing, but it was good enough to satisfy both of you when you’re apart.

but now you’re here, and so is he, and he’s so excited. it’s painfully obvious with the way he is shamelessly touching himself, eyes half lidded as they roam down your silhouette. his sweet, loving girlfriend is finally home, wearing new lingerie, has given him her consent and he is definitely going to be taking advantage of it.

he comes out of the shower a few minutes later, not even bothering with getting dressed. zayne just had his towel hanging low on his hips, hair still damp. he didn’t let himself finish, wanting to do it when he fucks you instead. plus, why would waste cum when he can dump it in you? his mind gets full of ideas, but when he’s standing beside the bed his heart goes soft. he picks up the note again, rereading it.

he flips the paper over. ‘i have the day off tomorrow!’

could this get any more perfect?

zayne puts the note down back on the nightstand before turning his attention to you. he sat down, the mattress creaking under him as he brushed the hair away from your face. he’s so soft, gentle and domestic, as he leans down to kiss your cheek, catching a whiff of your shampoo.

you started to shift, mumbling incoherently before you stilled again, still asleep. zayne pulled back, letting one of his hands wander. he traced to smooth curve of your neck, drawing mindless shapes as his hands travelled further down. it finally settled on your waist, thumb rubbing back and forth on your silky, pliable skin.

it didn’t stay there for long, though—he couldn’t stop himself from exploring further. his hand goes further south, tracing the intricate details of the lacy panties you wore. eventually zayne’s hand is between your thighs, forefinger swiping across your slit-

but then he realizes that they’re crotchless.

you, his innocent devoted girlfriend, bought crotchless lingerie.

dirty girl!

he couldn’t help but to smirk, his face heating up at the discovery.

he quickly bring his hand to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring fingers. his hand returned to you cunt, teasing and spreading you open. you may be asleep, but he could feel the way your body reacted to his touch.

“zayne,” he caught his name amidst your slumberous mumbling. it caused his smile to grow.

slowly, carefully, he could feel you getting wetter and wetter. his fingers traveled upwards towards your clit, not quite touching. he circled his finger around it, mindful of not applying direct pressure but still aware of how the muscles of your thighs twitched when he brushed against it.

even in your sleep, you’re so reactive to him.

zayne’s skilled fingers made their way back to you slit, prodding at your entrance before pushing in. of course he caught the way your walls happily welcomed him in, fluttering and throbbing like it’s been ages since they’ve had any attention. his fingers scissored and thrusted inside you, stretching you out to take his painfully hard cock. he fisted himself with his free hand, eyes blissfully closed and head thrown back as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. the towel he wore was long forgotten on the floor, but he couldn’t care less right now—not when he had you all to himself after god knows how long.

your mindless whimpers were music to his ears, a sound he’d never tire from hearing. he felt your velvet walls fluttering and throbbing around his fingers, and combined with the way your thighs quivered and spasmed, he knew you were close. you arms tightened around his pillow and you buried your face further into it, shoulder rising and falling faster as your breathing picked up.

“mm-mmh,” your hums and whimpers filled the room, along with the squelches of your wetness against his fingers. with a hitched breath and a soft pant, you came undone around his fingers, cunt wildly throbbing around zayne’s digits.

he eased you through your orgasm, slowing down his fingers with a subtle smile on his lips. he withdrew them, leaving your puckering hole trying to clench around nothing as he brought his fingers to his mouth. zayne hummed at the taste of your sweetness, licking his fingers clean of your juices. he knew it was lewd. he just made you come while you’re asleep! but he just couldn’t resist; why would he waste a delicacy like this?

he stopped pumping himself—hard, fat cock resting against his stomach as he let himself go. with prominent veins and an angry tip, he was aching to finally be inside you. zayne grabbed a pillow, settling it so it was under your hips before he moved so he was on top of you, seamlessly slipping inside your heat and bottoming out into a prone bone.

you shifted under him, a looong whine leaving your throat when he pushed himself in. he waited until you settled to move again, slowly pulling himself out before gently pushing back in. he continued his slow, unhurried pace as he noticed you waking up from your slumber.

“zay- hah,” your voice was meek, quiet, riddled with sleep. “zayne,” you almost whined, tired tone taking over as mewls continued to leave you.

“good morning, sleeping beauty.” he whispered into your ear, leaning down to place a kiss on your trapezius. “sleep well?”

“mmhmmm,” you hummed dreamily, hiding the growing smile on your face by hiding your face in the pillow. “oh!”

“i apologize for being late,” zayne continued to sweetly talk to you, keeping his tempo slow and controlled. “there was an emergency surgery—you know how that goes.”

you hummed once more, only half paying attention to what your boyfriend was saying. your mind was more pre occupied with how he was making love to you. “‘s okay,” your words slurred, still quiet as you arms stayed wrapped about his pillow. “big fancy surgeon stuff.”

“mm, exactly.” he nosed where your neck and shoulder met, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash. he let his eyes close, pace speeding up just a crumb. he let his lips linger on your skin, pressing his words into you. “i love you.”

“i- mmh, love you too.”

he smiled, one hand gliding down to you waist. “i like these,” he pulled at the waistband and let go of it, causing it to hit your skin with a smack! “did you get them while you were away?”

you hummed again, nodding. still too sleepy to form full, coherent sentences.

“words, sweetheart,” he grunted, a particularly hard thrust eliciting a moan from the both of you. “i need words. use them.”

“y-yes,” you replied quietly, eyes closed as your fingers curled against the pillow. “knew you liked the colour, so i- mm, got a pair.”

“they’re crotchless,” he smirked against your skin, eyes opening slightly to watch your expression. “dirty girl.”

zayne could see the way your cheeks grew rosier, matching the lingerie that garnished your body. “aw, are you shy, darling?”’

your whine of his name left him reeling. his pace sped up, the pap! pap! pap! of your skin drowning out your noises of pleasure.

“zayne!” you mewled with a gasp of his name, back arching deliciously against him. “hah- harder!”

“what’s the magic word, my love?”

“nnmh- please,” your face went deeper into the pillow, fingers gripping at the pillowcase helplessly.

he listened, humming contently as you did as he asked. “very good,”

your body rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts, sweet mewls trailing past your lips. zayne’s head was up in the stratosphere with how well you were taking him, velvety walls gripping onto him like a vice. he sped up his pace, one hand resting on your waist—pulling you down onto him—while the other stayed by your head, supporting himself.

you turned your head just slightly, looking over your shoulder at the doctor. you took in his drip-drip-dripping hair and the way the smell of his body wash was stronger, even if it was masked by the scent of sex. you concluded he must’ve just taken a shower. you were snapped out of your thoughts when the bulbous head of his cock bumped against your g-spot, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips. “hngh, zayne, there!”

“right—“ he grunted, biting his bottom lip in concentration. he thrusted again, hard, hitting the spot you wanted. “here?”

“yes!”

he chuckled at your earnest response, pushing his cock against that spot repeatedly. he looked down, watching the way he kept disappearing into you, mesmerized.

“atta girl, taking me so well.”

“theeere you go, just like that.”

you could feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that left your body tingling and buzzing with electricity. your noises became sharper, more needier, and he picked up on that almost immediately.

“wait, wait-“ zayne panted quickly pulling out. you clenched around nothing, whining at the feeling of being empty. “wanna see your face with you come, love.”

he flipped you around effortlessly, pillow still under your hips as he spread your legs. his cock easily found its way back into you, like coming home from a long day. your back arched at the new angle, lips parted and eyes closed as zayne cradled you head in his hands.

“so pretty f’me, darling,” he praised, hips moving again as he found his pace once more. he leaned down, capturing you lips a with his own, devouring your little noises.

your hands came up to touch him, raking through his hair, clawing at his shoulders, just trying to hold onto anything. “z-zayne, mmh, so- so close! keep going!”

one of his hands snaked down your body, past the valley between your breasts and down your stomach, index finger just ghosting past your clit. it was teasing, mischievous, and he knew it. smirking against your lips, he nibbled at them as you let out a needy and annoyed whine.

“hah-harder!”

he didn’t have to be told twice.

zayne pinched your swollen, puffy clit before he drew stars on it, observing with a watchful gaze as your body shook and spasmed. he couldn’t help the smirk that crawled onto his lips—he was the one making you feel this way. he’s the one that’s making you tremble beneath him, right on the brink of your orgasm. it was his name that sweetly fell from your lips like a mantra.

that gave him a bigger ego boost than it probably should’ve.

your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth. “so- so close-!”

“i know, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he cooed, his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. your thighs shuddered, chest heaving with your quick intakes of air.

you came with a cry of your lover’s name, back arching off the mattress as your legs grew numb. your walls pulsated are him, desperately trying to keep him in you. a few more thrusts and zayne came as well, head hanging above yours as he whispered sweet nothings. he stilled, making no movement to take himself out of you—just staying together in the most intimate way possible, coming down from your highs and breathing syncing up.

your eyelids flitted open, your hands coming up to cup zayne’s face. you pulled, bringing his head down to yours as you placed a sweet kiss onto his lips. “thank you,”

“mm,” he hummed, smiling against you as he placed another kiss onto you. “of course.”

he reluctantly pulled out, eyes flickering down to your poor, picking hole, oozing with the combined aftermath of your orgasms. zayne moved off the bed, quickly making his way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and running it under some warm water before he returned to you.

your eyes were closed, blissfully fucked out, legs still spread for him. a sigh escaped you as he ran the towel on your thighs before making his way between them, careful and delicate, like the gentleman he is.

after discarding the towel, he came back to you. the mattress dipped under his weight as he pulled you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head as his hands raked through your hair. you were already close to falling asleep, he could tell, and a small smile graced his lips. “i love you.”

“mmh, love you too.” you mumbled, pushing yourself further onto his body.

his eyes flickered to the bedside table again, where your pink fuzzy still rested. maybe he’ll use those next time, he thinks before joining you and falling asleep.

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tags: @envy-of-greed @sethell @doncbaguette @hirostrvw @naammiii

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[kagihirapotato]

my favourite found family <3

omg happy link click day 30.04.2025

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ "You Can Have My Last Name" — Zaunites x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: I'm pretty sure this idea is like. Everywhere by now. But people from Zaun/the Undercity don't really have surnames so plot is basically what if Reader offered up theirs. Simple and cute type stuff idk I wanted some fluff

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Viktor

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mentioned the nature of his lack of a surname rather casually, while venting about how Piltover kept trying to say his paperwork was 'invalid' for lacking one. He explained to you that it was common for anyone in the Undercity, and that most from there didn't have one at all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More confused than anything when you offer yours, or he at least pretends to be. The truth is the idea flustered him coming from you so casually, so to cope he acted like he didn't know what you were implying

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thinks about it for several weeks afterwards, subconsciously mulls over how your name would sound paired with his in his mind. He writes it down a few times too, just to test it out. Finds out pretty quickly that he likes the sound of it

Vi

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't miss the implications a bit, as a matter of fact she IMMEDIATELY flirts back by asking if you'd really give your precious name to any pretty face you come across

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Teases you about the idea relentlessly any time the subject of names is brought up, or in any way she can really. Often makes jokes that she's gonna make a fool out of the name

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Secretly actually very honored that you'd offer it up to her but she doesn't feel like admitting that yet, you're gonna have to deal with jokey teasing for a good while first

Jinx

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Snarkily says she wouldn't be a good fit for your name to hide the fact that she really doesn't think she deserves to be considered a part of your life

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Ohh, you might be crazy too if you're gonna give it to someone like me"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Feels kinda bad that she wouldn't have anything like that to offer you in return. She loves the idea of having a family to belong to again, but her own self doubt gets in the way of admitting that to herself

Ekko

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh- uh- what??"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Genuinely very caught off guard. Not at all in a bad way, he just doesn't know how to respond to such a sudden and blatant flirt. Quickly tries to think of something to say as you're chuckling and reassuring him it's okay

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He ends up telling you through his fluster that it's not really gonna bring you any good to proudly announce a Zaunite as part of your family name. But in the end, he gives you a soft smile and says it's a nice thought he isn't against

Sevika

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Is that so?"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More keen on the idea than you'd might think- tells you it wouldn't be such a bad idea, but you'd have to prove it's a name worth adopting first, teasingly daring you to make it a name you'd both be proud to wear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tells you to reconsider once or twice, but mostly because she loves seeing how determined you get when defending her right to bear your name

Silco

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't pick up on what you're implying at first at all, simply tells you that isn't how that works and you're talking nonsense

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You have to prod into the implications a little more to get him to finally register what you're actually trying to say. It takes him a moment, but when he catches on he falls silent for a while

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ends up mildly tripping over his words while telling you he's not really someone to give such an important thing to, and that you should get a better head on your shoulders and keep focused (largely to hide the fact that the offer genuinely caught him off guard. He's never gonna stop thinking about it)

Vander

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Actually not against the idea. Seems to chuckle it off at first, but once he realizes you're being serious he fondly mulls over the idea with you while cleaning up for the night

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Recognizes the idea might not be very feasible, but hey, what's wrong with having hope? Everyone's allowed to have dreams to chase, right? No harm in chasing this one together, then

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Promises that once things are settled down enough that he'll try to make it happen with you. As long as the kids he takes in are all alright with you, of course

[dreamyblanket]

Hi, just wondering, is there a witch y/n? If so, can I request shadow milk x witch y/n (with whatever situation you want) :3

- anon 🪭 (is anon emoji taking allowed???)

I'm still working on witch y/n's design but here's a little peek ^^

And I'm absolutely fine with emoji taking!

[acid-ixx]

prequel: again &. again. (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: prequel, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five pt 1, chapter five pt 2,

read until the end for an author's note.

what hurts more when it comes to neglectful batfam that adopted you after jason's death (that eventually turns a 360 after you have left) is probably the fact that they always had time for you, it's just that they never chose to spend it on you; an extra burden to their family rather than an addition. if they had time to spend, they spend it on anything or anyone else but you. it's not that you don't share interests with them, it's just...! they have way more priorities that push you further back into their list of 'to do's'; though you know you'll always be the last of that list.

bruce has to juggle so many tasks as the billionaire playboy "brucie wayne", a father of an ever growing family, and gotham's dark knight vigilante but somehow, you're aware he could easily fit in one or two more children into his already booked schedule— he just never seems to consider you worthy enough apparently. or maybe it was because you were too silent, you set boundaries compared to your other family who are outspoken about what they want, what they need— but there's one thing for sure that sets you off from your siblings; you're not a vigilante.

you were merely a child of a one night stand; a child raised too well. you were behaved, you never complained, and you were just, you. and being normal (at least in their level of extraordinary talents were you a mere droplet) amongst a family of talented individuals makes you easily a ghost. was bruce to blame with his neglect? definitely. if he was able to balance his life so easily, then maybe as the world's best detective would he notice you packing your things day by day without update. maybe that was why you never once hesitated the moment you stepped outside the manor, permanently.

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence. sure, he smiles at you with those shiny teeth of his, but despite him looking at you, he never notices you for more than a second, right after he would skidadle his way to another sibling's room, bothering them to spend more time with him, never you though. it occurs to you that he has only entered your bedroom once, and that occurrence was years ago. even then, he didn't last a minute inside there before running away once more.

family matters more than anything to dick. hell, he was enraged at the announcement of jason's death and even beat joker to a bloody pulp when he realized tim fell into his hands. he's ready to defend damian, barbara, steph, cass, and duke with his life. it's his duty and obligation as the family's eldest brother, of course. but were you considered family to him? were you considered a sibling in his eyes, or were you just the resident roommate of the mansion? you question that endlessly because everyone, family and friends, seem to be smitted with dick, but you eventually gave up trying to vye for his attention. it's fine, really, if you were just another civilian to him, because he was just another person to you too. just like in a circus, you would always be the intermission rather than the main event. and with that, you take your leave.

jason was the most forgivable to you, second to tim. he was never there, and he would've probably put effort into spending time with you if not for the fact he despises bruce and the mansion and wouldn't and couldn't last a second stepping into it. he never met you when he was robin, it was only right after his death did he discover were you taken in and that added fact alongside tim being his replacement turned him bitter with resentment. though his hatred for you receded over time, he wouldn't really be caught taking a minute with you because he always sneaks inside the mansion and crime in gotham never seems to lessen. because of that, and your unwillingness to become a vigilante to kick ass with him and the others, he wouldn't be able to fully take an hour with you.

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes, and with a heavy heart, you book an apartment away from the wayne manor with your own atm card; hope irreversibly dead and unable to revive a sliver of faith, even if it was dipped in the lazarus pit would it never come back as the same.

tim drake is always tired. just like bruce, his days are filled with investigation, crime fighting, and worst of all; high school. that's of course that least of his worries the moment he drops out. tim was never the guy to talk much. he only does when he needs to make an impression for others, or when he needs to manipulate people for potential information. his life revolved around fighting, from when he solved the case of bruce wayne and dick grayson being batman and robin respectively, up to his current identity as red robin and occasionally robin. he'll often be found in the batcave working with babs on a case or working alone in his room.

it's no mistake that you were the most distant to him, never once knowing about his interests or even hobbies and vice versa. it was a given that at the very moment you pass a glance at him, you knew it was a 'mind your business' type of relationship with him. if you were a mere ghost to dick, then you were just a spec of dust to tim. it was unfair to assume he would never care for you, he does! only in a way where you were another person to save if you ever were endangered, but would that be enough to stalk you to the point he gains every insight about you? not really. you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers. yeah, your feelings about leaving him weren't as bitter as the caffeine he drowns in his system, but you were still hurt either way.

damian wayne, from his birth, was taught and raised to prioritize his mission as an al ghul, to be the one continuing the legacy and to shed blood on anyone who opposes. when he was given over to bruce, it took a hell lot of effort to turn a new page and become the next robin. it was, with no doubt, that despite his 'redemption', he would be a tad bit crueler to you than the others. unlike tim, who he persistently bothers, you were untalented, worthless, and a stain on the reputation of the wayne's. even jason, his father's greatest mistake, had more value than you.

maybe it was fine-tuned jealousy, maybe he was mirroring his father and dick's actions towards you with his own sick twist of violence. either way, you would rather avoid the boy, lest you face the wrath of his sword. it wouldn't be wrong if you came to hate him, actually you do, but despite your endless game of cat and mouse with you as the unwilling victim of the chase, your poor heart couldn't fathom the thought of not excusing his actions as that of a child's. you tell yourself everyday, 'just ignore it, he was raised like as to be a menace after all' but you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together. the resentment eventually builds up until you blow up and just, give up. within your final moments in the manor, you figured to leave some belongings that you collected overtime that were supposedly memorabilias that you wish to show off to your family. like his pieces of art, you could only explain your life in the family as black and white and as bleak as the streaks of charcoal that rubs against the pages.

when dick was jogging through the desolate halls of the manor, he noticed the place seemed to be more... empty of some sort. and he knows pushing that feeling into the back of his head would only result in more questions than answers. so he decides to enter the spare rooms one by one until he comes across your room (he doesn't know it was yours, though), turning the knob without knocking.

that was when his eyes seem to dilate. his nose catched a faint whiff of bleach (was the room deep-cleaned?), vision seemingly closing in on the few furniture left alongside a diary and other boxes left neatly on your bed, with other smaller trinkets left untouched on your bedside table. he didn't remember you mentioning anything about leaving, hell, he doesn't want to admit his lack of memories about you but—

wait...

didn't he promise to take you out for dinner months ago...?

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: this is one of my favorite pieces of writing i have ever done and i like it a lot so i hope whoever reads this likes it too. if you all want to read more of this, then please leave a comment or reblog because i heavily appreciate it and it motivates me further to write this type of content! the reason i have come to a long hiatus is because, as stated, the lack of interaction with content. like i said, i will still write for genshin but i am open to expanding my fandom list. (p.s. i hope you like the way i had to connect their interests or a part of their past to the reader.)

heavily inspired by @klemen-tine's work: Glass Bones and Paper Skin, @gotham-daydreams' work: Not [], and @onmyyan's work: Ain't No Sunshine.

[iwannaleavemymind]

Gojo being balls deep inside you in the meanest arch ever, ass up and face down in the pillow when you feel a cool plastic car race down your back.

“Cmon baby I see guys on TikTok saying this all the time.”

“What the fuck satoru.”

Hotwheels racetrack.

[katsukilvr]

everyone else thought you and katsuki bakugo were dating except you guys ༄ fluff, oblivious bakugo and reader, swearing, slight angst, kinda corny lol

you were a staple in katsuki bakugo’s life.

your moms were bestfriends, and they had you both at relatively the same time so you were there before he built his walls, before his ego skyrocketed, before his quirk developed, and you became as natural as the hair on his head and the explosions from his hands.

he learnt to respect you. to treat you with kindness cause when he eventually did test you in middle school, he learned how it felt to not be in your presence for once.

safe to say it was hell.

he had yelled at you, he had a bad day, his friends bothering him, drowning in homework, and training for the entrance exam when he snapped at you and dismissed you away like he did with his usual friends that just followed him around like little puppies.

he quickly learned that you weren’t gonna beg for his forgiveness like the others.

you went distant after that. you didn’t reach out, didn’t say hello the sing-songy way you did every time you saw him, didn’t come over, and suddenly his heart ached. he didn’t know why. it was a strange and unknown feeling and all he knew was your absence was causing this emotion. this weird, yearning emotion, and he knew he’d do anything to get rid of it and get back the bubbly girl he knew.

he came to this realization at 8PM. it was raining. he didn’t care. you guys were neighbors anyway. he quickly threw on a jacket, putting on his hoodie and shoes, running over to your two story house. your bedroom was on the second story but it had a tree next to your window and he often scaled it to hang out or sneak you out, except this time he didn’t like the reason he was climbing it. he got cuts on his hands, almost slipping and falling two stories as he managed to reach your window, tapping on the glass lightly as he peered inside.

“cmon y/n. open up.” he called out, tapping a little harder before you came to the window, opening it up.

“what do you want?” you said, your once warm and gentle voice now cold and distant while you crossed your arms, a displeased and annoyed expression on your face.

“please.. just let me in.. and hear me out.” he said gruffly, already climbing inside, knowing you’d let him in anyway. “i was.. i was being an asshole. i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, but—i miss you goddamnit and i don’t like not being with you everyday.” he muttered, the words feeling weird on his tongue. he’d never apologized to anybody else other than his mother and it was a rather foreign feeling, but he’d say and do anything to get you back.

you stayed silent, contemplating as you looked up at him. you knew how hard it was for him to apologize, let alone come here and speak to you instead of letting you crawl back to him. you just sighed, pulling him in for a hug, immediately getting wet from his soaked clothes.

he let out air he didn’t know he was holding, a sigh of relief, his hand immediately finding a place in your hair, his arms wrapped around you. god knows how good it felt to have you there, in his arms, with him like you should be.

after that day, he never disrespected you again.

he never realized what that feeling was, what love was, because yeah, he loved his mom, he loved his dad, but it was an entirely different feeling with you that he didn’t recognize.

additionally, he always thought romance were silly. he never understood romcoms, shipping in shows, soulmates, stories about ‘the one’, and so and so forth. it was always his one and only goal. being the number one hero. so he convinced himself, over and over again, that love wasn’t for him, that it was a distraction, an obstacle that would try to take him down. completely oblivious to his love in front of him all his life.

the years that followed, he’d grown more, emotionally, physically, and maturely too. he was still loud, rude, ill mannered, but he recognized how his words and actions affected others, partly due to you as well. you were the only one that could keep him in line while at UA.

of course, all you friends noticed that too. they noticed when he’d hold the door open for you without you asking. when you were the only person he’d walk to class with. when you’d always partner together during class projects. and when the dorms were enforced, he even requested to be next to you, like how your houses were next to each other. it was rare to see him in his own dorm, since he was always in yours, even if you weren’t in it, he just enjoyed being there.

so it was a shock when you told mina that no, you weren’t dating, and no, you hadn’t put him under a love spell like that girl from descendants.

“he is SO in love with you, y/n, how do you not see it?” she cried, giggling a bit as she laid down on your bed as you guys gossiped. it was a rainy night, katsuki was training in the gym, the one time he’s not glued to your hip. so you, mina, and jirou all had a girls night in. you guys talked, watched movies, and ate food. somehow you guys got to the topic of guys when mina asked you how long you and katsuki had been together.

you were immediately confused. “together? what do you mean?” you laughed, looking at the both of them look at each other. “how long have you been dating?” jirou repeated mina’s question.

“we’re not dating.”

they both gasped, “what do you mean your not dating? he’s SO nice to you.” mina exclaimed, giggling as she moved to lay on her stomach, her head resting on her hands. “yeah, he scowled at me and gave me a dirty look today just for laughing too loud and you tease and make fun of him and get nothing but a lil’ smile.” jirou said and laughed, rolling her eyes.

“well that’s just how he usually acts” you murmured, thinking back to the years before, “do you think he likes me?” you gasp, furrowing your eyebrows.

mina and jirou face palm, “girl.. yes.” they laughed and shook their head.

that’s when they all heard keys jangling and the lock unlocking (yeah he has a key to your dorm, and you have a key to his). “y/n, where’s my copy of—..” he said before being met with the stares of the three girls. he furrowed his brows, a strange look on his face, giving them only a nod as a hello as he moved to search through her drawers for a copy of NANA that he let you borrow.

the girls giggled behind him, mouthing “speak of the devil” and wiggling their eyebrows. you just rolled your eyes, dismissing them.

they both left quickly after with their own excuses, leaving you and katsuki alone. he finally found his copy, moving to your bed and plopping down next to you. “what was that about?” he said, opening up the manga. you rested your legs on his, and he started to trace his fingers up and down them as he read. “oh.. uh nothing. just a girls day.” you said, picking up your phone. you didn’t know why, but you’d gotten goosebumps. you never got goosebumps when katsuki touched you. or got close to you. damnit mina, why’d you get in my head? did katsuki like you? or was this normal between the two of you?

thoughts like that raced through your mind for the next few days.

you saw him in a new light, a beautiful.. handsome, kind of light.

every gruff “this reminded me of you”, everytime he came over, every time you guys went out to eat, or when he’d buy you those shoes you wanted in an instant, had your heart fluttering more often and he sensed this change, while he didn’t know it was you slowly catching feelings for him, he thought he did something wrong, and he went to his best friend (besides you).

he was pacing around in kirishimas room, running a hand through his hair as he ran through the reasons he could have pissed you off. it’s not like you’ve been distant but everytime he’d do something nice, you acted different and had him overthinking. A LOT.

“shit. i don’t know what i could’ve done to tick her off man, i dunno.” he grumbled, sitting down on the edge of kirishimas bed. “why don’t you just talk to her, man?” kirishima said, furrowing his brow as he organized stuff in his room. “it shouldn’t be hard to talk to your girlfriend, man, me n mina talk about our feelings all the time.” he explained further, glancing at his distressed friend when he suddenly looked up at kirishima. “girlfriend? she’s not my girlfriend idiot.” he grumbled, his head still in his hands. kirishimas eyes widened quickly, before returning to normal. he paused his task, sitting next to katsuki.

“she’s not?”

“no.” katsuki mumbled, his distress turning into confusion. “what makes you think that?” he said, scowling at kirishima.

“you treat her like royalty, man, you look at her like she hung the moon.” kirishima laughed, shaking his head, “you treat her better than most guys treat their wives.” he said, looking at the floor.

“well.. that’s just.. i don’t know. i’m used to it. she deserves it, yknow?” bakugo muttered out, sort of speechless. “i’ve treated her like that since we were in diapers, kiri.” he scoffed, running his hands through his hair. “well why?” his friend said, looking at bakugo. “well this one time, we got into a fight, a while back, and she didn’t talk to me for a fucking week.” he said gruffly, almost paining him to even think about that event. “it was horrible, i would’ve done anything for her back.. that’s when i knew i couldn’t lose her again.” he said, shaking his head, meeting his friends eyes.

“is it possible you like her?”

bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, slowly connecting the dots. like her? he scoffed, thinking about it for a second.

“i mean.. i love mina. i’d do anything for her, genuinely. she’s my world. it was love at first sight, bro. i think she’s the one.” kirishima said and laughed softly, shaking his head, “like my safe space. i wanna be with her all the time, yknow?” he explained further, “do you feel that way about y/n?” he asked, glancing towards bakugo.

oh.

he was silent. putting together the dots, connecting the puzzle pieces. he considered himself smart. he always did. but how could he be this dumb? this oblivious? he always felt that way towards you.

he nodded, sighing as he stood up. “i gotta go.” he grumbled, grabbing his bag and waving bye to his friend. he practically ran to his dorm, needing space. needing time to think.

should he push this feeling away? would it affect his career? many pro heroes have wives.. but all might didn’t, and he was the greatest. what would he even do about this? he didn’t know jack about romance. and did you even like him back?

that question stilled his spiraling mind.

did you like him back?

how could he know? your bubbly with everyone, too fucking chatty with icy-hot. you give that stupid beautiful smile to every stranger that passes and you ramble to anybody that would listen… was he as special to you as you were to him?

this had him faltering in classes, in training. he could not take his mind off it. off you. he over analyzed everything. every smile, every touch, every word that hung off your lips had captivated him.

he was tired of this. he didn’t wanna keep worrying. he didn’t wanna overthink for days. he was gonna ask you out. he was katsuki bakugo, goddamnit. he already knew what you liked, what flowers were your favorite, your favorite color, places that’d take your breath away, etc. he had planned the dream date, so why was he so nervous?

he ended up coming over, asking to hangout. you guys normally did, but he was extra jittery, extra sweaty, more than he usually was, which is a lot coming from him since his quirk was basically sweating. he stuttered more, was silent more which made you confused, suspicious even. mina had told you to get pretty today, have your nails done, your hair done, so you were already on edge.

either way, you had a great time, you laughed a lot, fleeting touches made you flustered, and butterflies stirred in your stomach. by the end of the night, he took you by a lake next to the school and you squinted at something you saw in the distance.

were those candles? a picnic blanket? a basket?

“kats? what’s that? do you see it?” you laughed, wondering why you guys were walking there. until it clicked, it was for you. you blushed lightly, looking around at what he set up. he had your favorite flowers, chocolates, new shoes, and food.

he was behind you when he spoke up, clearing his throat. “i.. uh.. this is for you.” he grumbled lowly. “i’ve liked you for a while, y/n.” he said, laughing nervously. “your fuckin’ beautiful, and funny, and i’d do anything for you.” he said, taking a step closer, looking down at you.

butterflies swarmed in your stomach, you were suddenly nervous and laughing, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured, cupping your face in his hand. this was out of character for him. he didn’t know what he was doing, he hoped his hand wasn’t too sweaty, he hoped you didn’t notice his hand shaking, or his heart pounding in his chest.

you nodded, “yes.” you smiled softly, stepping closer and when you said yes, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. he leaned in closer, not wanting to make you uncomfortable he spoke up, “can i kiss you?” he said, letting out a small chuckle. you nodded and he leaned in, his other hand coming up to cup your face as well as you kissed. you both were inexperienced, but you didn’t care because it felt right. it felt right to hold him closer, to rake your hand through his hair, to kiss until you ran out of breath and when you did, he whispered something against your lips.

“i cant believe i waited this long to make you mine.”

[isasweetie]

SIRENS!AU ₊˚⊹⋆ r.c x assistant!reader

— based after the tv show, “sirens”, on netflix. (spoilers!)

please don’t get confused and think that you’re rafe’s assistant. he hired you, sure, and your paycheck comes out of his bank account, but you’re definitely not his assistant. you’re sofia’s. in fact, you barely even see rafe. his name is constantly murmured among the staff, and he pays for the house, but he’s never apart of events. his development company needs him all the time. being a ceo isn’t easy.

he thought his wife might need a friend, to be frank. so he put out posters, saying he was hiring a “young woman to work for and live with mrs. cameron in tannyhill. must be motivated, patient, well-spoken, and pretty.” you found the poster, desperate to get out of the cut, and sofia hired you on the spot. you and her became close fast — matching dresses to yacht club brunches, constant gossiping, setting up events together. sure, you still got her coffees and groceries, and you helped her type out ‘sexts’ to rafe, but you were moreso friends than colleages.

you’re supplied with simply everything when you live at tannyhill — your own suite in the mansion, an endless supply of dresses, expensive jewlery, a fresh blowout and manicure every week. it felt like you were never even a pogue in the first place. the infamous cameron family had taken you in, and man, you loved it. is this how sofia felt?

loyal to sofia, you help her solve a mystery. she’s extremely worried that rafe is cheating on her. he went on vacation a couple days ago, but she had found out that he lied about what country he went to. so sofia orders you to watch him, to follow him around almost every day, just for her. so you do, and you call her and report when he buys a muffin, when he laughs with topper thornton, when he makes a suspicious drive to the cut… (that one is still a mystery.)

he’s smart, though. he catches on to you within the third day. he’s casually on his lunch break, walking in front of you, when you step too loudly in your heels and he pulls you into an alleyway. he demands why you’ve been stalking him. you’re frightened, never having interacted with him to this extent before. but you still try to explain, stuttering out a: “your wife said that— that you were having an affair. she was nervous, i’m just helping her!” he sighs and lets go of you, but gestures for you to follow him while he’s walking out of the alley and down the sidewalk. he explains what happened, that he’s not having one, but you’re not sure if he’s lying or not. but soon, you discover you might enjoy his company. so, when he kisses you after your conversation… are you about to become the affair that his wife, and your dear friend, was worried about in the first place?

requests are open for this au! ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[heyimkana]

S-Rank Hunter ❌

S-Rank Husband ✅

"S-so, umm..." The cashier begins awkwardly as she spreads a selection of pads on the counter. "We have reusable pads, regular pads, ultra-thin pads, maxi pads, overnight pads. These ones are scented, these are not. Oh, these ones are exceptionally soft, but they can be a bit expensive. And these ones..." Jinwoo stares blankly at the items, listening but not digesting her explanation. The introduction seems endless, and he’s losing it. “Why, uhh, why are there so many different types? Don't they have the same purpose?” “Why, yes, Sir, but every woman has their own preferences. Some may want to wear the scented ones to mask the natural odor of menstrual blood, while some people prefer to…” She begins rambling again, and his brain is turning into mush. "All right... Which one is the best?" “Like I said, Sir, it depends on what you need.” “Which one do you use?” “Eh?!” She blushes and he’s so out of it right now to notice that he just asked something terribly personal. “T-This one, Sir.” She pushes forward a pack of pads with quivering fingers, unable to meet his eyes. When she woke up this morning, she did not think the handsome S-Rank Hunter, Sung Jinwoo, would bless her eyes with his presence and ask her about her pads. “They’re made from cotton, so they’re more, umm, breathable.” “Okay,” he nods. “I’ll take that one.”

“Right. What size do you—I mean, uhh, your wife usually use?" He stops and stares. Of course, they come in different sizes, too.  Seeing his soul leaving his body, she suggests, “You might want to give her a call." "Give me a sec." With his head throbbing, Jinwoo closes his eyes, speaking telepathically. Beru. The shadow soldier's response is immediate. Yes, my liege. What pad size does my wife usually use? She usually uses the overnight pads that claim to be for 'heavy flow', my liege. Jinwoo opens his eyes, relaying the information to the cashier. "Uhh... Can you give me the overnight pads, please?" "With or without wings?" He stops and stares. Again. "O-one moment." Beru. With or without wings? She has mentioned that she prefers the ones with wings, my liege. "With wings, please." "Scented or unscented?" Fucking hell. He tosses his head back, refraining himself from swearing—or contemplating suicide. Beru. The scented ones can cause skin irritation, my liege, so I suggest— “Unscented, thanks.” Please, no more questions.

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[nekococo-thecola]

M A F I O S O x GN! READER. (HEADCANONS.)

Wazzup, forsaken players/fans, making your meal for today.

Warnings: None, lol.

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( POST UNDER THE CUT. )

• First of all, he would be quite intimidating towards you. But, knowing that he was a killer, you slowly got used to it, (just.. slowly.)

• But, after a few months of surviving and helping your teammates survive, he slowly became intrigued by you. And each round as you kept helping the survivors and doing the generator, he lurked, in the darkness, amused by this on-going cat-&-mouse chase. (And mostly, by you.)

• A few other killers would catch up to his behavior, but would never bring it up towards him. Because, knowing his status, they would rather stay silent of his softness towards you, (and only you.) than face his unnerving wrath.

• He would noticeably become more gentle towards you, in chasing, and in targeting. (Of course, for the others, he would still be the same as ever. Chasing them at full speed, scaring them, and brutally murdering them if he had a chance.)

• And when you were injured, he'd appear from the darkness, and gently help you to go to a safe spot, and probably lead you towards a medical supply kit. (Or just flat out give you one.)

• Oh, yeah, if someone tried to make fun of you, or just flat out bully/aggravate you, well, let's just say he's the first one on his hit list!

• Sometimes, he particularly daydreams about being by your side, but, of course, it would immediately be crushed, since.. you were both in opposite afflictions. And the fact always made him feel quite blue.

• ".. Hey, are you okay?" C00lkid asked him, as he broke out of his thoughts, before sighing, as he answered. ".. Yeah.. 'm.." He mumbled, as he glanced at the ground, before responding, ".. Fine.." He answered in a British accent. As C00lkid approached him, before gently patting his back in support. (Y'all, he might be a literal kid, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SOCIAL CUES/BODY LANGUAGE IS. HE MIGHT BE A CHILD, BUT HE'S SMART.)

• Needless to say, he's smitten and always gives you the princess treatment, (only for you.)

DATING HEADCANONS:

• Oh, you, a normal survivor, and a ruthless and merciless murderer, DATING???.. Well, that wasn't on your list, but, you couldn't complain much either.

• He would pamper you with gifts, and luxurious gifts. You have debt? Not anymore, he already cleared that out, oh, and you moved in his house (mansion), by the way.

• He would definitely act chivalrous towards you, he would gently kiss your knuckles and greet you fabulously, and if it was raining, and you had no umbrella? Oh, don't worry, your 7'0 feet tall (that's how I headcanon his height, cus, who wouldn't think his height is over 6'0 feet? Jk-) boyfriend will cover you with HIS umbrella, and if he doesn't have one? Well, he'll take of his coat, and cover you with it. (Such a gentleman.)

• And if someone flat out makes fun of you, or hurt you in anyway? Oh, bless their soul, (K, he probably won't say that to them, cus HOW. DARE. THEY.) He would absolutely call his gang and do a manhunt after that person, and absolutely show them why they shouldn't mess with what was his, you. (Don't worry, they just had a nice chat, even if they didn't appear again in a decade.)

• If someone flirts with you? He would absolutely give them the most nastiest, and threatening glare to roblox-kind, a silent warning to back, off. But if they didn't, and kept flirting with you, and started touching you without your consent. Oh, he'll absolutely pull them outside, and.. privately deal with them, outside. (They were found in an alley, dead, with broken ribs, a headshot, 23 gunshot wounds, with no evidence of the killer.)

• He wouldn't really flirt with you that much, but, after a round, be prepared for a barrage of cuddles and affection. He would hold you closely, and gently, but firm enough that you won't escape his grasp, but not that firm that it would hurt you. (The killer x survivor trope is still here, by the way.)

• Dates? Oh, if he wasn't busy.. but if he WASN'T, oh, be prepared for a luxurious feast, and lavish clothes. (I headcanon him having personal tailors that makes him his and your personal clothes.) But, he rarely goes out on public dates, since he prefers it private, since he thinks it's more intimate. But, If you begged him, he would eventually go with it. (Oh, he simply can't resist you.)

• You play instruments? Oh, he'll ask you if you can teach him, and if you compliment him on his progress, he'll quietly blush, and mumble a silent thanks.

• Would simply dance with you, in private. But, if you don't know how to dance? Well, he'll be your private tutor, he'll gently guide you the steps, if you do trip, he'll just catch you and wrap an arm around your waist, and ask if you're alright. (He's that sweet and a gentleman, if he takes an interest.

• He was probably the first one to ASK if he could kiss you, after his confession, BUT, you WOULD be the first one to kiss him, after he asked you that question. (He's probably dying inside internally lmao.)

• Overall, a 10/10 fiancee/hubby, idk, but HE'S A GREEN FLAG!!!! 💚💚

(OMGGGG THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭)

(WHAT THE FLIP, 259 LIKES ALREADY??? GAWD DAMN-)

[hayweerc]

"In every universe I will find you." 💙🖤

[mwinor]

Let’s make a bet

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⌗ friendship, cigarettes, bet, kissing

word count: 858

note: hmhmhmhmhmhm

The North Tower had always been our personal world. Where no one looked, no one cared, where it was just the wind, stone, and the whisper of dry leaves beyond the windows.

You were sitting on the wide windowsill, knees pulled up to your chest.

The sky outside was the color of wet concrete — heavy, low, almost pressing down on the world. The glass rattled from the gusts of wind. There was a distinct smell in the air — dampness, dust... and the faint trace of old tobacco, so familiar, almost comforting.

Theo stood by the wall, absentmindedly flipping a lighter between his fingers.

The flame would flicker and die, throwing quick shadows across his face.

“We should quit,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Theo raised an eyebrow lazily.

“You? Quit?”

“What, you think I can't?” you shot back, defensive.

He tilted his head back, laughing quietly, looking at the cracked ceiling.

“I’m just being realistic.”

You pouted, shoving your cigarette back into the pack.

“Let’s make a bet.”

He looked at you with mild interest, his eyes half-lidded.

“What's the wager?”

“Whoever gives in first owes the other a favor.”

Theo was quiet for a moment, studying you like he could already see you losing. Then, slowly, he nodded.

“Alright. But no nasty stuff. I'm not running naked through Hogwarts, got it?”

You snorted.

“As if anyone wants to see that.”

He grinned wickedly.

“Lying’s a sin, you know.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Shut up. Deal or not?”

“Deal.”

You smacked your palm against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength in his fingers — and for some reason, that fleeting contact made your chest flutter strangely.

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Three days.

You lasted three damn days.

And now — here you were again, the North Tower, your cigarette trembling between your fingers. You hated yourself a little.

“Just one... Last one...”

The lighter flared. For a moment, your anxious face was caught in the shaky orange light.

Then — footsteps.

You froze like a deer in headlights.

“Well, well...” Theo’s voice carried through the empty tower — low, smug, and way too amused.

You turned your head slowly. He was standing in the doorway, arms folded, wearing that insufferable look of knowing he'd won before you'd even realized it yourself.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath and quickly stubbed the cigarette out on the windowsill.

Theo started walking towards you — slow, deliberate steps that somehow seemed to make the entire room close in around you.

“So... you lost?” he said casually.

“Technically... I just...” you started weakly.

“You lost,” he interrupted, smirking.

You groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

“Fine. What do you want? Make it quick. And... reasonable.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think, savoring the moment. Then he gave you a grin that made your stomach twist.

“Kiss me.”

You blinked. Once. Twice.

“You’re joking.”

“Not even a little bit,” he said smoothly.

He took a step closer. Then another.

The closer he got, the more your back pressed itself against the cold stone behind you.

“Theo, come on, seriously-”

“Dead serious,” he murmured.

Another step. He was so close now that you could feel the heat of him, smell the lingering traces of smoke and something unmistakably him.

“You can’t be serious."

He leaned one hand against the wall beside your head, boxing you in without touching you.

“What?” he said, voice low. “Shy?”

“I’m not shy,” you said quickly, too quickly.

“Then what’s the problem?” he whispered.

You opened your mouth to snap back, but nothing came out. His eyes were locked on yours, calm, challenging — like he wasn’t asking, but daring you. Your heart thundered against your ribs.

The air between you was electric, heavy, impossible to breathe. You exhaled shakily.

“Fine,” you muttered, your voice rough with nerves.

You rose onto your toes, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down.

You kissed him.

At first it was just a brush of lips — hesitant, testing. But then he leaned in, deepening it. The kiss turned rough, desperate — a mess of clashing mouths and short, stolen breaths. His hand found your waist, pulling you closer, his thumb grazing the bare skin under your sweater.

You lost track of everything. The Tower disappeared. Time disappeared.

There was only Theo. His mouth on yours, his warmth against the cold stone, the way his fingers dug slightly into your side like he wasn’t ready to let you go.

Panic finally snapped you out of it.

You pulled away sharply, gasping for breath.

“That’s it! Done! Bye!” you blurted out, voice way too loud and too high.

You turned and bolted for the stairs, your boots clattering noisily against the stone, your heart pounding a hundred miles an hour.

“Stupid bet!” you yelled over your shoulder. “We’re never doing that again, Nott!”

Behind you, in the empty Tower, you barely heard his soft, low chuckle following you like smoke.

You rounded the corner, slammed your back against the cool wall, and covered your burning face with your hands.

What. The. Hell. Was. That.