#yes guys you should be afraid but i don't think you're afraid for the right reasons

[zivazivc]

How afraid should I be to read I Hate Space??? Because I wanna but Im sweating

oh.... ohohoho... >:D

let me copy paste some of my favorite comments i received on the last chapter that don't give away the plot or the ending to give you an idea of what you'd need to prepare for:

katstories chapter 35 . May 2, 2019

This is the most evil thing I've read in a long time. My anxiety did not go away, my stomach soured and I'm going to have issues for a long time. Congratulations, this was awesome. A eternity of Kudos for you.

Guest chapter 35 . Feb 21, 2020

I HATE YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Abigail chapter 35 . Jul 9, 2020

... I had to re read this twice to get it in my head that this is just fanfiction.

You know, the first time I read it, I think I might have gone into some sort of depressional mental lockdown... geez. What a loser I am.

Tiktio.uwu chapter 35 . Nov 1, 2020

I wish I could be de-aged to before I read this chapter

Euglenid chapter 35 . May 3, 2019

Holy crap... That ending...

It is one of the most brutal and brilliant things I have read. I love this story even if I don't know how to feel about it, I mean it all works out in the end, sort of, but for Raph [REDACTED]. This is amazing and I love it and thank you!

...

but all this aside, the story actually pretty much fits back into canon once it's over (minus Raph having some trauma that the new epilogue addresses 🙃) so you can kinda imagine it's like a special episode between two space arc episodes lol. still this is a cruel tale that isn't for everyone, it's just that it becomes cruel in a very bizarre and unique way

ao3 or ffn links if anyone is interested in feeling not okay

[teddypines]

Thunderstorm

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Sumary: Cute moment with Batmom!reader and Damian who is afraid of thunderstorm.

Batmom!reader x Damain, Fem!reader (Use of she/her pronounce)

Note: I don't know Batman lore like i know mcu lore. Everything i know is from the cartoon's i watched as a kid and the fanfic's and webtoon i read. So if somthings are out of charachter, i'm sorry. Also the other boy's live at home i don't care if it isn't canon. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.

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Damian always acted like he was an adult, because in his eyes he thought he was, even when Y/N knew the boy was far from being an adult. She always tried to give him small moments that normal kids his age had in an attempt to make up for the things Talia had done in the past. This included letting him come to her if he needed, no matter the time or place.

It was just a normal Friday night in the Wayne household. Y/N was cuddled up to Bruce’s side on the couch. Jason and Dick to her right both bickering about which guy the girl on tv would end up with. Tim was curled up in his blanket on the chair, tiredly typing away on his laptop and Damian was trying to stay close to Bruce’s side but didn’t want to make it obvious that he wanted to cuddle. The rain outside made for a cozy feel for the whole moment, it made Y/N happy. The kids and Bruce are safe at home with her and not out on patrol or fighting crime. 

Y/N sighed as the tv show Jason and Dick were watching was finally over. So she took the remote and quickly turned the channels to look at the weather forecast. “Owh, boy looks like we are going to have a thunderstorm tonight. Good thing I don't have to worry about you all being out.” Y/N said before switching channels again. The fact that it was going to storm didn’t really bother Bruce or the boy’s. Except for Damian, he was stressed internally, but he didn’t want his brothers to know. They would probably laugh if they knew he was scared of a thunderstorm. Y/N looked over at Damian. “Everything okay, Dami?” She asked, the troubled look on Damian’s face made her worry. “Y-yes, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about, just tired.” Damian rambled back at Y/N. 

“I bet little Dami is just scared of the thunderstorm.” Jason commented as he leaned back against the couch, a small smirk spread across his face. "No! I am not scared!” Damian yepped back at Jason, he pouted a bit after. Bruce held back a small laugh at Damian’s pouty face which earned him a jab in the side form Y/N. “Don’t tease your brother like that, Jay bird and Dami, it's okay if you're scared of thunderstorms” Y/N said hoping to resolve the small situation. Jason grumbled a bit before getting off the couch. "Fine! I'm off to bed.” He wanted to quickly disappear, but Y/N didn’t let him. “Night night, Jay bird” She said with a smile. Jason groaned and quickly hugged her. “Night mom” He whispered to Y/N.

“I think I might go to bed too,” Tim said after Jason left the living room. He closed his laptop and wiggled out of his blanket. He made his way over to Y/N and Bruce, Y/N already opening her arms for Tim. “Night night, Pumpkin” Y/N said to Tim when he was safely in her arms. “Goodnight, momma. Night, dad. Love you” Tim answered, staying in Y/N’s arms for a little while. “We love you too, Pumpkin” Y/N said in between kisses she placed on Tim’s head. Bruce wrapped his arm around Tim too, but only for a moment. “Now off to bed, Pumpkin, don’t want you to fall asleep here again” Y/N said which made Tim reluctantly pull away. Soon After Dick said his goodnights too and left the living room with Tim. 

“You should go to bed soon too, Dami, and if the storm scares you it’s okay to come to us. We’ll protect you from the storm” Y/N said in an attempt to sooth Damian’s worry about the upcoming thunderstorm. She reached over Bruce and gently ran a hand over Damian’s head. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry” Damian answered a bit distant. He didn’t want Y/N (or Bruce) to worry about him. “Just know we’re there when you do need us” Bruce said to Damian in a stern but reassuring way. Domain just nodded his head and pulled off the couch. “I’ll be fine, night”

It did upset Y/N just a bit that Damian didn’t get his usual good night hug, but she knew he would be by her side the moment the thunder storm started. Bruce pulled Y/N on top of him and kissed her cheek. “He’ll be back, love” 

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The thunderstorm started around 1:30 AM, just when Y/N found a comfy position next to Bruce. The thunder wasn’t as bad in the beginning, but got worse after 20 minutes. After one particular loud thunder Y/N awoke to the weight shifting on the bed. She opened her eyes and was met with a very scared Damian. “Umi? C-can i stay with you and… and dad?” Damian stuttered through his tears. "Always, baby” Y/N answered. She pulled away from Bruce’s side and turned over so Damian could cuddle against her. “I see you brought mister Moo” Y/N pointed at the plush cow in Damian’s arms. “Maybe…” He whispered, busying himself with finding the best way to lay next to Y/N. Wanting to be as close to her as he could. He slowly closed his eyes but flinched when another thunder strike was heard. 

“Shhh, it’s okay Dami, you're safe in bed with us. No need to be scared, Thor is just a bit extra made at Loki tonight.” Y/N whispered to Damian. a reassuring hand was placed on Damian’s back. Damian shifted his head to look up at Y/N. “What?” Y/N laughed a bit. “You heard me. Thor is mad at Loki, that’s why the thunder is so loud tonight. Loki probably stabbed him again or tricked him by being a cute snake.” Y/N explained as Damian listened. He knew that what Y/N said was just based on stories and myths, but he liked it. Made the thunderstorm less scary. “Really? Why would Loki do that?” He asked. “Well, Loki really likes attention and sometimes he thinks he doesn’t get enough of it, so he asks for attention. But he does it in the only way he knows how, by being a little shit head and stabbing Thor or tricking the others.” Y/N explained. Bruce groaned a bit as he heard Y/N talk. He turned over and saw Damian hiding against her. 

“Or Thor just stubbed his toe.” Bruce added while propping his arm underneath his head. “Yes, that is possible too” Y/N answered with a small nod of her head. Damian laughed a bit and yawned. “I like that one better, big oof stubbing his toe.”

“Yeah, see now the thunder isn’t so bad is it?” Y/N asked as she yawned as well. Damian only nodded his head in answer. The storm outside was still going on, but Thor just stubbed his toe so that made the thunder more understandable. It was a story, but the story helped Damian feel less scared. 

Y/N smiled as she watched Damian fall asleep against her. She turned her head to look at Bruce. “Out like a light,” She said. Bruce smiled and tried to lay back down next to Y/N. “Yeah, but he’s taking all of the comfy spots on the bed” Y/N rolled her eyes and held out her hand for Bruce to hold. “Tomorrow night you can sleep against me again.” Y/N reassured Bruce while he held onto her hand. “Fine, but I expect extra cuddles then!”

“Alright, love you” Y/N promised before drifting off to sleep. Bruce smiled at the two. He placed gentle kisses on both their heads before falling asleep as well.

[oozedninjas]

SORRY THAT MATING SEASON ASK WAS VERY VAGUE I was wondering how they would like... act around reader? And stuff

a bit light just for humor

2012 verse I 18+ I MDNI I Mutant guys are mid to late twenties I unspecified verse means I get to chose I breeding I bruising I Oral sex I matin cycles I NSFW

Leo

Leo doesn't want you around cause he's afraid he won't be able to control himself

Phone sex!!! which only ends up in him giving up and sprinting to your place

Intense makeout session in which he insists it's enough if you just let him cum all over you

He holds onto his composure till the very last second

Consent king when you insist you want to help him further Is it okay if he breeds you till it drips off your cunt? Say yes. Fuck, please, say yes-

Very protective the next day

Super sweet aftercare

You can't leave the nest, tho. He'll hiss.

Raph

Bruises. all. over. your. body.

He doesn't mean to be rough, is just that he loves to grope your flesh, squeeze and bite soft fat where he can find.

You're too soft. Fuck he's melting.

Manhandles you (not intentionally, not to be mean, not exactly, right? Haha he loves pulling your hair)

Raph gets carried away pretty easily but if you tug at his bandana hard enough he'll snap back to reality

After the peak of the rut passes, he's a bit more careful.

I think 2012 Raph is super prone to be submissive in bed, but when he's on mating cycles nah-ah, no chance!

He'll smack that ass

Donnie

Jealousy levels up 100%

Donnie gets possessive a few days before it starts.

This man will put his best effort into the nest he'll present to you.

Loves that you love it because now you'll be here until his mating season is over.

His stress levels would shoot up if you even bring up the idea of leaving. Please don't wreck his nerves, okay? ♡

MARKING

He'll breed you so good you'll smell like him for a while

hickey king tm

It's only logical, don't you see? Everyone should know you're his.

Mikey

Head empty, only y/n thoughts! ♡

Mikey gets extra handsy, touchy, and needy days before his Mating season kicks in.

Seriously he's sighing and hopeless if you say you can't be around.

mtf moans when you press yourself too much on him when you hug him 💀

Excited to spend his mating cycle with such a loving, beautiful partner! My guy vibrates to the next dimension, honestly

Really sensual when stuff gets steamy

He will lick you up, but especially your legs and thighs

Buries his face in your pussy and whimpers at the softness of it

eats you out like the fine meal you are

[mcflymemes]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

[redr0sewrites]

Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work

sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet

there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one

he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you

striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.

you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought

this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin

striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class

poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear

when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that

he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety

it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself

even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe

hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay

underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you

hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house

he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him

he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities

i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does

everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time

hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything

because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave

HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU

striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules

you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions

nsfw

yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw

the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj

seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up

striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him

theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless

his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face

striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact

he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art

def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it

striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)

he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm

when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever

when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal

hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)

ORAL FIXATION.

striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face

he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought

hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you

striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before

he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable

he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot

striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him

sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up

when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away

when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of

....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...

hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone

striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it

guysgys GUYSSYYSYSYSYSY RUGERHEHEHSSBSSHSH I FUCKING LOVE STRIKER SM HES MY FAVVV!!!! ALSO HELLUVA BOSS IS OPEN FOR REQS !!

im not gonna make a separate masterlist for helluva boss im just gonna add this to my hazbin masterlist ahshsh

[just-jordie-things]

K so like its night time and y/n is cuddling with megumi and yuji barges in and sees them both and is like “You’re cuddling with megumi are you guys dating?! :O” then the next day everyone is just asking you “aRe YoU rEaLlY dAtInG mEgUmI???” By the way i love your posts❤️

megumi is just so perfect for secret dating bc he would beg you to keep your relationship a secret, like, right off the bat. like before you're even official- probably before he's even confessed.

omg.

megumi coming to you in a panic and it worries you bc you don't often see him stressed and the boy looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel and you're being so sweet to him meanwhile he's grabbing you by the hands and making you swear to not speak a word of this to yuji or nobara- and definitely not gojo. poor confused you are like "ok sure but what are you talking about??" oops megumi forgot about the part where he's supposed to tell you how much he likes you and thinks that you should give him a chance at making you happy- but we all know that goes well because you're literally in love with him already adlhgkajflkgh

and for a while you're pretty good at sneaking around, because it's sort of fun actually. every secret look or note passed has your heart racing and you wouldn't have it any other way, as long as you have each other.

but after a few months the two of you get fully settled with one another and you start to slip up. with megumi pulling your chair out for you or holding the door for you but not the others, you start to get a few questioning looks. and you might have called him megs in front of the others one time- he might not forgive you for that one because now everyone calls him that to get on his nerves... oops.

it's not like either of you are trying to get caught, you both enjoy the benefits of dating in secret so much, you don't necessarily want to give that up. the others will definitely berate and interrogate you one day for keeping your relationship a secret for so long, but... it's just so nice.

"maybe we tell them when we graduate?" you hum, trying to brainstorm with your boyfriend to find the proper way to break the news.

megumi's chest rumbles under your cheek when he groans. if it were up to him, no one would ever know. surely he could have a successful relationship with you that way, right? it's been easy enough to cover it up so far, surely you could elope and build a life together in secret as well? shit, would gojo take it personally if he didn't tell him he was getting married? suddenly his mind is swarming with what a secret private wedding would look like, meanwhile you're laying against him in sielnce waiting for his response.

"megs..?" you call softly, trying to draw him out of his thoughts.

"maybe we fake our deaths. relocate. how's italy sound?"

you chuckle, tilting your head back to peer up at him.

"you're afraid of gojo, aren't you?" you hum knowingly. megumi glances down at you briefly, looking away as soon as you wiggle your eyebrows. you chuckle again.

"i'd be open to other places, too" he continues his thought.

"i think we should just rip it off like a bandaid," you ignore his getaway plan. "tell them we're together and have been all year. then if they have questions-"

"i'm not answering their questions" his voice is a mere whisper, as not to disturb the calming atmosphere you've created, but his words are final. you tap your finger against his chest a few times.

"i'll answer the questions then, you can just... stand there"

"do i even have to be there?"

"i don't think they'll believe me if you aren't" you giggle at the idea of trying to convince them that yes that stoic moody boy is actually a complete romantic towards you and you never thought a love like yours could be possible.

"are you saying our friends don't think i'm boyfriend material?" he asks, and you know he's baiting you, but you're honest with him anyways.

"that's exactly what i'm saying," you say, grinning up at him despite the scowl of fake hurt on his face. "but i know otherwise"

"fine. we'll tell them. and then you can answer the questions. and i'll... be there. for emotional support"

you giggle some more, tucking yourself further against him while he stares at the ceiling in despair. he already knows all of the questions your friends are going to ask and he can't help but dread them in advance. still, it will be nothing compared to the interrogation he'll surely receive from his guardian, later, when you aren't around to protect him (and his dignity)

"it'll be nice to be able to just say we're going on a date instead of you faking to be sick and me pretending i'm on an assignment. sneaking around was fun and all but..." you trail off, and megumi averts his gaze from the plain ceiling, peeking down at you where you nuzzle into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. he knows you're going to fall asleep on him, because you always do, but he doesn't mind. even if it makes his arm fall asleep. "i don't want to hide how much i love you anymore"

and then his escape plan sounds silly when you put it like that. so he hugs you tighter against him as you start to drift off- he can tell as your head feels a little heavier against his collar- and he brushes his lips over the crown of your head.

"i love you too, sweetheart," he murmurs. "we'll tell them as soon as you want"

he just wasn't expecting the moment to be ruined by his door slamming open and your friends inviting themselves in, only to be shocked at the scene they interrupted.

queue the noisy accusations and questions. megumi tries not to say i told you so as you tiredly sit up and rub your eyes so you can answer all of your friends' curiosities, while he pulls the blanket over his head and tries to pretend he wasn't there.

of course he doesn't want to hide that he loves you... but for fucks' sake do they have to do this here and now????

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 呪術廻戦 ; gojo satoru x fem reader (1k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ valentine's day is approaching; and with a valentine comes love...or for worse...heartbreak.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, angst, mentions of fluff idk, there’s some swearing i think author's note; happy (almost) valentine's,, i’m projecting

1 day, 9 hours, and 47 minutes.

your last conversation wasn't anything out of the ordinary. there was no dry spell. no plateau. no failure to communicate. just you and satoru, plus the typical banter, talking about something as simple as what you were planning on making for dinner; to be more precise, what you were trying to make for dinner. you're a pretty awful cook according to him.

everything seemed to be going so well...really well...almost perfectly well— and with valentine's day right around the corner, you'd instinctively assumed that he'd ask you to be his. instinct is a difficult emotion, though. is it even an emotion? you're not quite sure, but your heart believes it is. your heart— which is practically pounding out of your chest at the current moment, stretching your skin, eager to feel the limitless fresh air and freedom that comes with floating on cloud 9— instinctively wants to believe satoru is your soulmate. you love him don't you? is the answer yes? it should be no.

you've known him for...what? four months? four months of your twenty years of life is seemingly small. that's only one point six-seven percent of your entire lifetime...one point six-seven percent of your life that you wish you could relive forevermore.

...he isn't going to text you back is he?

2 days, 2 hours, and 15 minutes.

each second passing is another flicker of hope that misses the candle wick. instead of lighting the path that leads to your eventual relationship, it lights a fire beneath your feet. your socks feel warm. there's coal beneath them. hot, burning coal withering away the sense of feel in your toes; breathing in the aroma of heartbreak until it becomes a roaring fire that consumes all of you.

why is he doing this? what did you do wrong? you haven't done anything wrong. he's just a man. a man who can't seem to stop playing with your heart.

you can hear his voice in the back of your mind. the part of your mind that connects to your heart. "can you facetime, right now? i'm having a bad day and i just want to see your face." he had to have meant that. "you don't need to apologize for talking over me, i love hearing what you have to say." a guy wouldn't just say that to say that. "don't be too hard on yourself, i know you'll figure everything out becuase you're you. you always know what to do." it couldn't have all been bullshit.

it can't have been bullshit.

because if that's all it was, then you're just a fool in love.

and fools in love are no better than clowns.

3 days, 14 hours, and 22 minutes.

you did what you hate doing. the thing that makes you want to scream into your pillow at the mere thought. the very thing that screams desperation and neediness and clinginess and insecurity all in one. you sent another message.

in the past, you've never had feelings strong enough to elicit such a response. your heart hasn't tied itself to another person's with a red satin bow. the fated string of fate hadn't found you yet. it allowed you to maintain a stable head and remain grounded with no hopes of love on your radar. you hadn't yet learned how to fly; until that day you met satoru and suddenly you had a hundred pilot lessons lined up day-after-day.

it was so easy being with him. everything was so easy.

for the first time ever you had no doubts. you weren't afraid of waking up one morning to find him gone. disappeared. nonexistent. you full-heartedly believed he'd never leave; and you believed he reciprocated those thoughts. now, though...now you may never know what bits and pieces he reciprocated— because your plane crashed. turbulence flew beneath the wings and drove the flight off course. the oxygen masks bellowed down upon the passengers, every seat being filled with your pounding heartbeats, and each and every one of them blew out of the window with no parachute. he didn't even try to cushion the fall.

4 days, 1 hour, and 39 minutes.

if there's one message you never expected to receive, it's surely 'seen 14 hours ago'.

you'd given him space and assumed he'd been busy with a million other things and hadn't had any time to send you a quick message. your last text wasn't even anything out of the ordinary, just a quick "are you okay?", you think that's pretty reasonable. it's reasonable, isn't it?

something could be seriously wrong with him. why else would he leave you on read? he's never done this before. usually, you're the one who's more distant between the two of you. that's how your relationship began, after all. he'd send five texts in comparison to your two; which later evolved into five rivaling five, and now to zero rivaling two. the scales have tipped. how do you rebalance them?

you trust satoru. there must be a perfectly good explanation for this odd irregularity that's occurring in your otherwise perfect relationship. after all, all of your friends love him— they think he's the greatest catch of the 21st century. he's never done anything in the past to warrant such strange behavior. this is simply a difficult week for him...and you'll be there whenever he's ready to vent.

5 days, 22 hours, and 7 minutes.

a broken heart isn't for the weak...but unfortunately, you're not one of the stronger warriors.

he's at another girl's birthday party. he hasn't messaged you back in almost six days...and he's with another girl? celebrating her? he could be holding her close and you wouldn't even know, because god knows he wouldn't tell you. he won't even say good morning anymore. he won't even answer your fucking three word message that you sent out of desperation and concern for his well being. instead, he's at the club with his friends, getting drunk and taking shots, having the time of his life; and you're sitting in your room watching his social media stories...believing that everything that went wrong is all your fault.

but it's not your fault.

it's not your fault you fell for someone like that.

someone like satoru gojo.

[kremlin]

@wikwalker hi sure yes anything to give me an excuse to procrastinate the post i should be writing right now. here are all teh drugs and how to manage them. you can trust me, a drug addict

first of all: https://www.erowid.org/ , erowid always

don't be afraid of drugs, if they're the right drugs, you should do them since they will be a blast regardless and overcoming fear is also good (but outside the scope here)

OK to do as much as you want: alcohol - social benefit greatly outweighs health effects, no reason to avoid if predisposed to abuse since that'll happen sooner or later. what can i say? don't be a fucking dork. when you start drinking, really overdo it as much as possible without dying and get a few real nasty hangovers under your belt so you know how much is the right amount to drink.

weed - innocuous enough to be fine but will make you stupid in the long term. make sure to only buy from a real drug dealer and never some legal institution. cut it out when you're a "real adult". don't smoke weed and watch TV routinely, go out and do things so you naturally grow to hate it. good to go through this as early as possible to minimize the time you spend as a cringe weed enthusiast

i guess those are the only two.

ok to do infrequently (annually): "lsd" - or whatever it is, probably not lsd, blah blah blah, if it works and is sold on blotter its fine and won't make you go nuts or whatever. opt for a better psychadelic imo. see psych rule at bottom of section

mushrooms - better than acid since you know what they are. rule of thumb is to always do more than you think you want. minimum 1/8oz. see psych rule at bottom of post

dmt - if you somehow have a dmt hookup you don't need to be reading any of this. lasts 10 minutes which leads to tendency to way overdo it, don't do this, my favorite webcomic artist is permanently crazy from exactly that. using a crack pipe is also not the uhhhh most dignifying-feeling thing to do either. it's harder than you think.

mdma - for use at electronic music event or rave. overuse causes brain lesions or something.

coke - wait until you're in your 20s, have maxed out your roth IRA for a couple of years in a row, and havent missed a car payment in a similar timeframe. better still if you've worked a very shitty low paying job and know the value of a dollar. if you still find yourself buying candy you're not ready. too expensive to be worth it to get hooked on. know that you are VERY ANNOYING to anyone who also isn't high. don't fuck around with the guy selling it to you. avoid discussing or thinking about business ideas. you can't afford to make it a habit + kinda turns you into a piece of shit after a while, but at least a very interesting one

ketamine - another sick drug that rules, but save it for a special occasion. don't try and go into the k-hole your first time

rule for psychedelics - you get one good strong trip a year and that's it, make it count, always opt for doing a bit more than a bit less. but don't make it a habit, otherwise you turn into a very stupid very annoying "hippy" style cliché and believe in ghosts, aliens, crap like that.

ok to try once prescription opiates/benzodiazepine (xanax), valium, this kind of shit - worth trying so you can go "holy shit, this stuff is way way way too good to ever use responsibly" and then never do again. especially if you're white. for some reason we just can't handle this shit. if a doctor prescribes it to you, idk, that's your call to make.

ayhuasca - this is just dmt in a different form. do some other psychadelics a number of times before you do this. once you realize the whole "substantial visual hallucinations" thing is made up, its time. do exactly this: -buy root online (legal). receive box of dirt -boil dirt into "tea" (read erowid for exact recipe) -take over-the-counter anti nausea medicine or anything that will give you a stronger stomach -drink tea (its nasty as fuck, get it down quick) -have someone bigger than you keep an eye on you for the next five hours. -have the experience, which is absurdly intense, has no bearing to the real world, etc etc. don't be a bitch and throw up, if you do it'll only last an hour or so. again there is no way to provide a consistent description of the experience except that you will meet god. you only ever need to do this once and never again. trust me

peyote/salvia/etc - try em if you want, you'll never ever want to again afterwords. these are drugs for idiot teenagers too lame to get real drugs. imagine being very very sick from poison and utterly terrified at the same time. No good

whippets/nitrous oxide - just find a dentist that uses it and don't bother creating hundreds of pounds of trash on your floor for this crap that lasts ten seconds. you have to understand the extremely short timeframe coupled with the cost makes zero sense. go to a phish concert parking lot and do some people watching -- you do not want to be these people. only use is as a motivator to get routine dental exam. also if you somehow manage to make it a heavy habit your fucking legs stop working, no shit, but they start working again once you quit.

don't ever do heroin/meth/pcp - is is truly a mystery why you should never do these 🙄

synthetic weed/k2/shit from the gas station - it is so funny that they sell this as "weed that won't pop you on a drug test". its not weed. it is some dubious chemical sprayed on yard waste. smoke it to have a terrible time and go nuts. only buy drugs from legitimate drug dealers!

kratom - anyone's guess as to why this is legal but it's heroin for pussies. its still heroin

dxm/cough syrup - do you ever wonder why it is exclusively teenagers robotripping? it's because it sucks ass. is like a cheesegrater on your brain in terms of health effects with repeated usage. you're better than this king

inhalants - these are at the bottom of the list for a reason. do not huff gas. don't huff paint. do not consume computer duster. not fun + fastest way to make yourself a complete, uh, (word i can't say anymore) and then dead

not listed quaaludes- unavailable due to no longer being manufactured. these ruled apparantly

sincis2c - unavailable due to not existing, i just made this up

amphetamines - cannot provide objective take here. they're my albatross, lifelong (posted 4:55am natch)

[paranoiastudio]

Would you fuck me, Art?

pairing: Art Donaldson х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, cheat?

word count: 1,4k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- Would you fuck me, Art? - You ask point-blank, causing Art to choke on his drink. - If it weren't for Patrick, would you have fucked me?

This conversation should not have happened. You didn’t want to go to this party, but you forced yourself to come. You didn’t want to discuss your relationship with anyone, but Art knew about your last fight with Patrick and approached you himself.

And now, after three bottles of beer and a sincere conversation, you find yourself asking a similar question and understand that stopping now is not an option.

You looked at Art so intently, so alluringly, that he simply could not lie to you. And he decided not to lie, finally admitting how much he was attracted to his friend’s girl.

- I would fuck you right now if you asked. - Art whispers this on your lips.

The air around you becomes heavier every second, you feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen and lick your lips, only attracting the attention of the man’s gaze to you.

- Would you fuck me?

- Yes. - You answer, perhaps, too quickly.

- If it weren't for Patrick, that's right?

- No. I... I would fuck you now, right here... If you asked me.

Your words seem to have broken Art Donaldson. He looks at you silently, thinking about what he heard. He should leave right now: you're his friend's girlfriend, you're a little drunk and upset, you can make mistakes.

But you still look at him, just five minutes ago you said that you were tired of Patrick and wanted to change something. Does this mean you're leaving Patrick?

- Ask me, Art... - Everything except you loses the sound. How can he refuse you? Art has wanted you, you was so close and yet so far away.

Art is a strong man, with a well-trained will, but even he is now ready to break. All he wants now is to be close to you and he doesn't care about the consequences.

- Let's go. - You accept his hand without objection and follow the guy, noting how soft his skin is. Patrick's hands were heavy and hard, Art's were not like that. Having pushed away this comparison, you turn to the crowd, no one seems to care that you are going up to the second floor.

- Whose room is this? - You lean your back on the door, Art leans towards you, otherwise your whisper would not be able to be heard.

- Guest room. Did you lock it?

You pull the handle twice, wanting to check for sure. After making sure that you won’t be disturbed, I quickly take off my shoes, embarrassed to wear shoes in someone else’s house, and sit down next to Art.

- Are you sure? - Art wanted to know for sure, he had to make sure that you really wanted this.

- More than. And you?

- And I. Can I kiss you? - You push back a strand of hair from your forehead and nod, submitting to the tennis player’s touch. Art kisses your neck, his open mouth exploring your hot skin and his hand squeezing your bare knee, not going any further.

- Don't be afraid, I don't bite painfully. - You giggle, seeing only tenderness and affection in Art’s eyes, not a hint of mockery or playfulness, as was often the case with Patrick.

- I’ll be ready to endure even if you take a bite out of me. - Art strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You reach for the next kiss and lightly bite the man’s lip, trying to force him to open his mouth. Art's tongue is very warm and tastes like a mixture of cider and something bitter. He glides weightlessly, pulling you into a long and affectionate kiss and you move easily, feeling his tenderness embrace you.

- I’ve always wanted you... - Art rests his forehead on your shoulder and runs his nose along your skin. - Patrick just... Damn.

- Hey... - You lift Art’s face by the chin. - He's not here, you know? Patrick is an asshole and we both know it. Looks like I picked the wrong guy...

You push Art onto the bed and sit on top of him. The mention of your arrogant and stubborn boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) made you angry and added courage.

- We don't talk about Patrick anymore, okay? - Art nods, watching you in fascination. - Fine. Now touch me.

You begin to pull off Art’s shirt, your hips rise and the man immediately puts his hands on your legs, stroking the skin and rising higher and higher.

- I don’t think we’ll need that. - You unbutton the tennis player’s light trousers and pull them down along with your underwear just enough to free half-erect cock.

- I... Please. - Art whines underneath you, which can’t help but make you grin, you haven’t even touched him yet. - Please, I want it so much...

You take the penis in your hand and make a few slow movements. The soft skin pleasantly rubs against your hand, with your other hand you would grab Art’s balls, he almost jumps on the bed and shamelessly moves his hips towards you.

- My poor baby... - You coo over the already hard member and lubricate the droplets from the red tip with excitement. - No one has touched you for a long time, right?

Art looks at you pleadingly, he is ready to ask, beg you, but you yourself are already on the verge and won’t be able to tease him for long. Especially when Art gets his finger under the hem of your underwear...

- Oh shit! - You stop all actions, and, lifting up your dress, you move your underwear and push yourself onto Ard Donaldson’s dick.

- God! - He opens his eyes wide and squeezes your hips so hard that you are sure that the dress was torn.

- You're so big... - You didn't lie, Art's dick isn't as long as Patrick's, but his girth stretches you out much better. - So good, Art.

A man bites his lip when he hears his name from your lips, it is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You both breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling of complete intimacy, you suddenly realize that you are not using a condom (if you believe Patrick’s stories, Art has never been with anyone at all).

You wiggle your hips, smiling predatorily at another hoarse moan, you always liked men who were not shy about the fact that they were receiving pleasure, and Art, with his heightened sensitivity, was just like that.

You lower your hot palms onto his chest, play with the short blond hairs and lean on him, starting to lift your hips.

Art huffs and whines beneath you, his strong hands gripping the blanket until his skin turns white. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, trying not to close his eyes from the pleasure that you and your beautiful velvet pussy give him, which hugs him so tightly that you want to howl.

- I feel you so deeply... - You push back the unruly hair from your face and smile, it was always nice to be filled, especially with Art. With him you feel a certain exclusivity; he seemed to be in inhuman bliss.

- Please, I... Damn! - Art sharply raises his hips and you hear a loud slap with which your bodies met.

- Touch me. - Art immediately slides his hand between your bodies and rubs your clitoris with his thumb. You spread your legs wider so he can see exactly how he slides in and out of you. - It’s so nice, Art.

His name sounds like a song from your lips and Art moves his hands to your waist, helping you move faster. He feels his own dick twitching and tries not to cum at the moment when you squeeze him especially tightly.

- I'm going to cum. - Your voice trembles and you moan, throwing your head back. - Do not stop...

Art continues to move inside you, cumming profusely and swallowing all his sounds, wanting to listen to your delicious sighs longer. You feel a mixture of your secretions flowing out of you, you feel how Art becomes softer inside you. You feel like you did everything right.

- I think we need to call Patrick. - You're breaking the "We don't talk about Patrick anymore" rule. - I'll take my things.

- I will help you. - Art gently traces circles on the skin of your thighs, the fact that you were still connected did not bother either of you. - I have plenty of space at home.

[abigail-pent]

HTN Act Two thoughts upon ??th reread:

- what Harrow actually says about her conception in this book is: "My parents gassed fifty-four infants, eighty-one children, and sixty-five teenagers, and harnessed that thanergy bloom to conceive me. My mother used the resultant power to modify her ovum on a chromosomal level, so thanergy ignition wouldn't compromise the embryo. She did this so I would be a necromancer." This is extremely interesting, especially with respect to the question of "is necromancy canonically genetic." It reads to me like the genetic modification to the ovum happened to protect the embryo from being destroyed through exposure to so much thanergy. The way I read this, necromancy is not genetic but rather epigenetic: exposure to outside stimuli causes genes to express differently than they otherwise would. The genetic changes are about ensuring survival.

this is completely consistent with what Harrow says about it in GTN. note that in the GTN pool scene, Gideon says "You can't just control whether or not you're carrying a necro" and Harrow replies "Yes, you can, if you have the resources, and are willing to pay the price of using them." I think if necromancy were just a matter of genetic modification, all the other Houses would be able to get necromancers on command, thanks to their superior fetal care tech. and then it wouldn't seem so obvious to Gideon that necromancy occurs randomly (or conditionally randomly).

- John says the ovum that became Harrow "ought to have been obliterated at a subatomic level" when Pelleamena and Priamhark modified it. Hmmm.

- "nobody has the right to know! nobody has the right to blame you!" oof wow uh. projection much? and like. I do agree that nobody has the right to blame Harrow for what her parents did, but they absolutely should hold them responsible... it's been said before but this is such projection and it's so bullshit

- when Alecto says: "you don't fear dying. you can tolerate pain. you are afraid that your life has incurred a debt that your death cannot pay. you see death as a mistake." and Harrow says "what else is it?" and Alecto says "I don't know" OOH. OOH. and like from Harrow's own letter to herself it's clear that she does view death as a mistake and a failure, an inability to finish the work. and her work isn't to become a Lyctor, it's to restore the Ninth and, I think, to restore Gideon.

- "Beloved, what were my eyes like?"/"She asked me not to tell you": so at some point before the lobotomy, Harrow managed to communicate with Alecto, even though the Harrow whose narrative we get via Gideon says she only walked with the Body for a year. Was Alecto visiting Harrow even during GTN?

- Ianthe says she carried off Corona's con, which is interesting that she assigns Corona ownership over it

- Augustine says "I should chuck things in the River more often. There's no way that could come back to haunt me" which feels like a pretty clear sign that something that's been chucked into the River will definitely come back to haunt them. Could it be... Augustine? Ulysses? Colum? The Tower, which is rising from the River and has for sure been haunting everyone with its tongue guys made from ten billion unfed ghosts? All of the above?

- Augustine says "you've formed a bond with [your body] through habit and genetics", which helps the soul adhere to the body... you know, like a revenant would do. Which is of course cuing me to think once again about Silas/Colum and the Eighth breeding batteries, or Harrow/Alecto and the strength of their bond. It seems like one function of the genetics in the bond between Silas and Colum (or the Tridentarii, or Alecto and Harrow) is that it helps you call a soul *to* you. To me this is another point in favor of the "cosmic Tridentarii walkie talkie" theory and the "Harrow is a descendant of both Anastasia and Alecto" theory.

- like when the soul goes bungee jumping in the River, the tether is made of anything exposed to its thalergy and thanergy before or after death (and gets stronger the more exposure there is), AND genetics.

- I know I've posted about this one before but - Augustine says Mercy has shot her bolt too many times and rendered herself unlovable; he says she was interested in trying to kill Lyctors; he says these things to her and, in the second case, in front of John. who did she try to kill?? I don't think it would have been Cassiopeia, but other than that I really don't have a good guess. Could be Augustine or Gideon; could have been Cyth if she asked Mercy to kill her and end her suffering. we don't have enough info about Cyrus or Ulysses to say.

- John says Gideon the First has "made a pact with an authority I have no power to gainsay to protect me from all dangers". This can only be Alecto or Pyrrha - probably Pyrrha- but if so, wild to think of the Pyrrha we know asking this.

- it is so funny how Ortus hates Protesilaus on sight

- many have noted this before but Gideon the First is described very much like Protesilaus was in GTN

[realcube]

MOTEL MORISUKE yaku thirst

synopsis → yaku invites you to stay at his house because you can't find a hotel while visiting russia

a/n → part one here. @4unnyr0se 🥳🎂 wc - 3.8k

tws/tags → player! ts! yaku, fem!reader, swearing, alcohol, oral (receiving), praise, yaku is a munch & no beta — minors dni!

while exiting the stadium, some fans and news outlet had taken notice of lev and began asking him for pictures and 'quick' interviews. and lev being himself was more than happy to entertain all of their requests, meaning he was held back while you and yaku left.

admittedly, yaku was a bit peeved that lev was the one getting all the attention after a match he played and won, but he shouldn't complain too much, as it meant he got to spend more time alone with you.

together, you had paused outside the men's changing room, still blethering away. you both knew yaku had to go in and that he couldn't take you into the changing room with him — despite how much he wants to — so you stood to the side for ages, just talking about anything and everything. turns out, he is pure charm and charisma, packed into a 5'6" vessel.

'sounds like a waste of such a pretty face.' that compliment rung through your mind like a melody; a mantra that clung to you. being the cousin of two russian supermodels has really shattered your ego (infalted your bank account, but none the less, shattered your ego). whenever you meet a guy now, there's always a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that he's disappointed that you're not as tall as lev or as stunning as alisa. you are related after all, surely you sound have an ounce of their beauty.

but yaku was something else, right from the beginning he has put you at ease and reassured you that not only as you as attractive as they are, but you're attractive enough to do what they do. model. you couldn't envision yourself as one, but somehow he could.

his words were so intoxicating you truly couldn't let them go, and little did you know, he thought the same of you.

your coversation is interupted by lev appearing between you both, "i'm back! what are we talking about?" he asks cheerily, and you just awkwardly glance between each other, unsure how you should explain that you were discussing how toxic the beauty industry is and that models perpetuate unattainable beauty standards.. to a model.

although, you don't have to, because as soon as lev notices the looks you're giving each other and how he's being left out, he says, "okay, then. (y/n) and i should go. sorry for leaving so soon, yaku, but their flight is tomorrow morning so we only have today to spend together."

just as lev is about to grab your arm and rush you out the stadium, yaku takes your hand to hold you back, calling out, "wait, (y/n) already explained that to me. i said they could sleep at mine so they can stay longer."

lev turns around and raises his eyebrows, wide-eyes darting between you and yaku, "do you want to go to yaku's house, (y/n)?" he gulps, afraid of your answer.

you nod, sheepishly.

lev visibly winces, at which yaku has to stifle a chuckle. lev says, concerned, "you know you don't have to say yes just because he is your only option."

yaku gasped while you titter. "it's okay. i'd really like to stay with yaku." you reassure him, and he simply sighs, defeatedly.

"if that's what you want, (y/n)." lev straightens his back, demeanour suddenly switching, and he smiles sweetly, "yaku is great guy, i'm sure you will both get along well." a single tear runs down his cheek.

"don't be so dramatic, asshole!" yaku yells.

"yeah, i'm just sleeping over. it's not like we're getting married or anything." you add.

lev pouts, "but you were supposed to come to russia to spend time with me, your favourite cousin."

now didn't feel like the appropriate time to correct him and say alisa is your favourite cousin. instead, you rubs his arm, "obviously i'm going to spend the day-time with you! i'm just going to yaku's house to sleep. just think of it as a free motel!"

"a really big motel." yaku remarks.

that seems to cheer lev up quite a bit. evidently he had misunderstood the arrangement as you spending the rest of your visit with yaku, so he's relieved when you cleared things up. he nods contently, and begins to walk away, "that's good. i will get going then, unless you want me to come with you to the hotel, (y/n)?"

you shake your head, and wrap lev in a quick hug before he leaves, "it's alright, thanks. see you tomorrow!" you wave him goodbye.

"it was nice to see you again, yaku." he nods to his former upperclassmen, and waves to you, "see you, (y/n)."

once lev has left the stadium and is no longer in ear-shot, you turn to yaku, who has a devilish grin playing on his lips, "you're not really going to spend tonight at a hotel, are you?"

"i am. like i said, i was able to book a hotel for tonight but beyond that, there was no rooms available."

"yeah, i know you were able to book it, but why would you want to sleep in some stinky motel when you can sleep in my house?"

of course the real answer was that you didn't want to overstay your welcome by sleeping over on a night that you have other accommodation available, but you knew if you said that aloud, yaku was the type to insist you're always welcome. so, you use the other excuse, "well, i paid the deposit, and they don't do refunds. might as well go."

yaku rolls his eyes, "just because you paid for something doesn't mean you have to use it. i own a motorcycle that i've never rode and a pool i've never swam in."

you have a suspicion that he only mentioned those examples in order to show-off. still, you reply, "i'd feel weird if i paid for it and didn't show up."

he shrugs, not hellbent on getting his way, "you can do what you want. if you'd rather spend the night in a random bed that some strangers have probably fucked in, then go for it. i'll see you tomorrow."

he turns around and heads towards the men's changing room, but as he expected, he felt your hand on his shoulder, and you're timid voice say, "uhm, actually, i guess if it's not over-stepping, i'd like to stay at yours, please?"

✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

yaku had showered and changed out of his jersey, then you both took a taxi ride back to his place. by the time you arrived, it was well into the night, and sky was painted black.

it was dark out so it was heard to discern exact details of his house's exterior, but what thing you could see for certain is that he wasn't lying when he said it was big. it looked to be about two or three floors, with a massive drive way and an impressive width.

it was also partially illuminated by spotlights attached to the walls, which you assume were to provide secruity cameras with a clear view. it was the sort of house you'd see in hollywood movies; this is where the president is supposed to live!

unlocking his front door and turning off the house alarm, yaku leads you inside, tossing his bags and stuff to the side as he shows you through his living room. it's an open floor plan situation, so his living room — in which you see a TV screen that's probably taller than you — also has massive kitchen attached.

while you are trying your best not to pass out from shock, yaku muses, "i didn't want to say it but i'm glad you chose to stay here tonight. a girl as gorgeous as you shouldn't be sleeping in a hotel with less than five stars; it's unnatural."

you blush at his comment, throat drying up, and so flustered you can't think of an equally flirty response, so you just say the first thing that comes to mind, "i've never stayed at a five star hotel before."

walking around his kitchen island, casually snagging a banana from the bowl of fruit atop it, he says, "in that case, welcome to motel morisuke. where you don't need to pay for any of the drinks in the fridge, and you have the peace of knowing that strangers haven't fucked in your bed. just me."

you cringe at his statement, playfully asking, "ew! how does that make it a five star hotel?"

"because you get a complementary bottle of wine with each visit." while chewing on his banana and leaning on the counter top, yaku pulls out a bottle from underneath, presumably where there is a mini-bar. he slides it across for you to inspect, but as soon as you notice the name is a long french sentence you can't pronounce, you know it's the expensive shit.

"this is cool 'n all. but i still can't overlook the 'sex'd up bed' thing." you joke.

"if you wanted to stay in a place where the mattresses haven't seen any action, you shouldn't asked lev if you could sleepover at his." yaku chuckles, while you roll your eyes a little.

"he's a model. his bed is probably worse than yours."

yaku's eyes widen, as if to stay he doesn't believe you but he's willing to entertain the idea. as he throws his peel away, he walks towards the stairs, expecting you to follow behind him, "you'll be staying in the guest room, anyway. and i don't think i've done it on that one, yet."

you hurriedly rush after him once you realise he's showing you to your room, "you don't 'think'? that doesn't sound awfully convincing." you tease.

"some nights that are hazy and i don't quite remember all the details, but who am i taking to?" he glances at you with a smirk, "you're too sweet to understand."

before you can reply, yaku has opened a door and grandly gestures for you to go inside. you take a look, and gasp when you lay your eyes upon the decor. it's spacious, with a queen-sized double bed in the middle. the sheets and duvet are prisitine and white, while the bed runner and accent pillows are crimson red when a floral design embroidered.

there's a wardrobe too, and another door to the left of the bed, which you assume leads to the ensuite. yaku admires the foolish grin that spreads across your face, and he can't help but revel in your joy, his ego inflating a little bit at how he's impressed you. it charms him too, your reaction to his wealth. the type of girls he usually has over are all used to seeing big houses and luxury furniture, therefore are unimpressed. but this was all so new to you, it's such a delicious sight for morisuke, seeing that sparkle in your eyes.

"like it?" he asks, despite knowing the answer.

although, what he doesn't expect is for you to throw your arms around him and pull him close for a tight hug, as you bury your nose into his firm shoulder, "i love it! thank you so much for having me, yaku, and letting me into your beautiful home."

he is taken aback by the endearing display and tenses for a moment, until he soon melts into your touch and hugs back by slipping his arms around your waist and lightly caressing your sides, "you're my guest, so it's just as much your home as it is mine."

with nothing to say, you continue to embrace each other in comfortable silence an extended period of time, enjoying the warmth, until you slowly pull away, "anyway, i'll let you get ready for bed. it's late." you avert your gaze, hence you don't note the longing in his eyes.

yaku nods in agreement, stepping back and shuffling down the hall to his room.

✖ ✖ ✖ [NSFW] ✖ ✖ ✖

you spend the rest of the night unpacking and familiarising yourself with the controls of the shower. that took around ten minutes too; rich people showers have so many settings! after that, you changed into a robe, brushed your teeth and did your full skin care routine. now, you were sitting on the bed, folding away the towel you had dried your hair with, while staring at the blank tv, wondering how much it cost.

that's when you hear a knock at the door. "yes?" you call.

the door creeps open and enters yaku, wearing a pair of red shorts and a black shirt, with short-sleeved that exposed his tones arms; your breathing faltered at the sight.

"oh, yaku, i'm glad you're here." you stand up from behind the bed, to reveal yourself clad in nothing but a short robe, with your drenched hair stands falling into your face, which causes his breathing to falter. "i have this wet towel. is there a dryer i should put it in? or do you have a washing line?"

"uh," yaku drones as he tries to pry his eyes and mind off of your alluring figure, "just throw it in the hamper."

you nod, hastily opening the wardrobe to do so. as you notice him staring at you from the corner of your eyes, you take a seat at the top of the bed, and say, "i know i've probably already said this, like, a thousand times. but thank you for letting me stay here. i should really pay you back for it wh—"

"don't start that." yaku scoffs, marching towards you and standing over you with this arms crossed, "getting to spend time with such an angel is payment enough." the contrast between his fierce tone and mellow words perplexed you.

"i'm far from angel." you mutter, bashful gaze cast to the ground.

he grins widely, pushing his tongue into his cheek, picking up on a lewd implication that wasn't your intention. a hand slips under your chin and bring it up, so you look him in the eye. "want t' prove it?"

your cheeks heat up at as it dawns on you how your previous statement may have sounded, accompanied by his sensual touch. choking on your words, you're unsure of how to respond. though you want to clear the air and insist you had wholesome intent, a part of you was afraid to change the subject as it may cause you to lose this golden oppertunity. being touched like this by yaku made you aware of a carnal yearning you've had inside you this whole time.

yaku detected this apprehension, and shifted his grip on your chin to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, "it's up to you."

without another thought, you push yourself up of the bed to capture his lips in your own, and wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in. eager, his lips move fiercly against yours and he allows himself to stumble forward onto you.

not wanting to part from the cathardic kiss, you both scramble about on the bed for a hot moment, trying to establish your bearings, until you both settle for a position where you laying on your back and he is holding himself above you, grinding down against your hips.

your lips dance ferociously together, and you both revel in the feeling, moaning into the kiss. finally free, you let your hands wander from his neck down his muscled back, over his broad shoulders until they eventually reach his arms. so strong and possessive, they flex through the short sleeves of his shirt, and his biceps have you pooling with arousal already.

he chuckles slightly while kissing you, amused by how you feel him up, and he takes it as an indication to do the same to you. one arm braces his while the other slips under your robe and rubs at your bare folds, slick with your heat. his fingers dips in and out, occasionally brushing or prodding your clit, assessing how wet you are.

each subtle whine and mewl that is torn from you simply fuels his fantasies, the vibrations of your lips against his egging him on further. "the things i want to do to you, baby." he groans, pulling away, only so he can see your face contort when he shoves his two fingers into your sopping hole.

you cling onto his arms for the life of you as he thrusts his fingers; the way his digits drag against your walls causing an uproar of fiery bliss in the pit of your stomach. you choke back your moans for the sake of your pride, but yaku grits, "i wanna hear you."

and that's all it takes for you to let loose, allowing your breathy moans and obscene pleads to spill from your lips like an endless chorus. yoru eyes squeeze tightly shut, so you can focus on every rough jerk of his fingers.

out of nowhere, he slides them out, wiping the sticky coating against the sheets of your bed. he shuffles backwards so his body his over your legs and his head is near your cunt, "let me taste that pretty pussy." he practically growls, shoving your legs open to display his newest obsession. he leans forwards and closes his eyes as his tongue worms between your folds, licking up your juices and moaning against your skin as your thrilling scent engulfs him.

then, he plunges his tongue into your tight cunt, eyes almost rolling back in your head at the sensation of the thick intrusions, wriggling inside you and poking against all the right places. it felt good at first but your legs shot up in s surge of pleasure when he started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, all while his lips were still fixed to your folds, sucking and nibbling.

your legs wrapped around his head instinctively to push him further into you, all while you moaned loudly, and you didn't think much of it as you were far too drunk on lust to care. yaku noticed though, and he fucking loved it. how needy you are for him already, the way your sweet little pussy needs more.

it affirmed him in his believe that you've been longing for this just as much as he has, ever since he laid eyes on you. how he craved to see that supple body hidden under your clothes, and now that he finally has, he's exhilarated.

however he's not been satiated quite yet, he still needs your delicious cunt to cum on his face. your back arched into him as you felt his hot muscle dig into you, poking against all the right places, while his lips messily lap up your wetness. his fingers eagerly dug into the meat of your thighs, almost piercing flesh, to hold you in place while he got to work. although you didn't mind, you were too distratced by the growing knot in your abdomen, pulsing and stretching with each desirious lick.

the tip of his nose teased your aching clit, as he continued to fuck your hole with his mouth, only pulling away every so often so he could exhale a caught breath and mumble some dazed comment about your soft skin or addicting taste. every single moment spent between your legs was his personal heaven, getting to soak up your wanton arousal until it was dripping off his chin onto the bedsheets. he had his eyes closed and was lost in the feeling.

with the way his tongue ravished your insides, occasionally freeing your hole from the onsaught of stimulation to lick up between your folds. your hips jerked against his face to aid to him, desperate from more, but he firmly held you in place, insistent on eating you out at his own pace.

because he wanted to enjoy every moment before the knot inside you tightened, bending and threatening to snap at any moment. he could tell you were close by the way your moans heightened in pitch, your pussy fluttered around him and your body's attempts to rock against his face became increasingly harsh.

his tongue moved quicker and rougher. from a leisurely rate to full-on feverish face-fucking, he wanted to see — to feel—you come undone all over him, so there was no way he was going to let you lose this high. in fact , he helps you chase it with everything he's got left in him.

despite his sore tongue he perseveres in thrusting into your hole, letting you grip his hair for dear life, regardless of the pain. it was all worth it anyway, with how your twitching walls envelop him. "fuck. c'mon. cum for me, baby. i know you want to." he groans hungrily into your pussy.

the vibrations from his speech cause a final surge of stimulation to rush through you, and a shriek-like whine is ripped from your throat as you reach your climax. even as you do so, and your pussy grips into his tongue, yaku fucks you all the way through your high with a constant level of severity, not letting up his frenzied pace until you have deflated onto your back, panting and heaving.

then, he gradually stops, easing his tongue out of your pussy, resulting in a small sigh from you at the emptiness. his hands on your thighs keep them apart, while he leans forwards to plant a gentle kiss upon your cute, glistening hole. as he sits up, he says, "thank you, angel." while stroking your thigh, and gazing down at your fucked-out figure with a smirk. "you're so good for me."

you weren't sure what he was thanking you for, though your mind was too hazy to question it, so you just mutter a quiet 'yeah'; the most intelligible response you could articulate currently.

he chuckles and shuffles so he can lie down beside you, using his arms to brace the back of his head, "wow, i was gonna do you in missionary next but it looks like you're fucked-out enough already. poor girl."

you raise your eyebrows upon hearing this and instinctively snap your head around to look at him. though you don't have the strength to string together a sentence, so you simply stare at him with sparkling, wide eyes.

at which, he laughs, "not tonight, angel. don't want to go too hard and break you on accident." he stands up, and walks round to your side on the bed to look down at you, "how about we pour some wine and watch some tv instead?"

you nod meekly. mentally about to gather the strength to attempt to stand up as well, so you can go downstairs, however you no longer need to worry about that as yaku scoops you up off the bed and into his strong arms in one swift motion, so he has picked you up bridal style.

you gasp from the suddeness and he only laughs heartily, while exiting the room, "it's quicker this way. and you can carry me back to my room after i get wine drunk." he jokes.

"pussy drunk and wine drunk in one night. you're really going all out."

[lycheeloving]

another continuation of this AU, this time; yandere!Superman!

-I think he takes you out of the Watchtower sometimes to go on picnics (in super secluded areas). He's fast and strong enough for you to have absolutely no chance of escaping and he thinks it's important for you to spend some time in nature! Yes the Watchtower is built in a way so you get the perfect amount of sunlight in there and there are a lot of plants in the darlings common room, but going outside on planet earth is important to him! To get some fresh air! Walk around a bit! It's a wonderful reprieve from being in the same place all the time, but has the unfortunate side effect that every time the word "picnic" is mentioned you perk up like a dog who heard someone say "treat".

-Will fly you there. If you enjoy it he's happy that you two have that in common and that you're having fun with him, but if you're afraid of heights he's also happy, because you're holding him so tightly. It's a bit like a little trust exercise to him! Look, he won't drop you! See? You know you can trust him, right? :)

-You're so cute and weak to him, he needs to protect you!! In comparison to him, everyone is weak, but with you his protector instinct goes completely haywire. You'll have to deal with him hovering next to you and telling you to be careful all the time, even if you're not doing anything dangerous. Like using a fork. (It could easily pierce your skin!!)

-Absolutely loves cuddling with you when you're sleeping. Like to fall asleep he has to has his arms around you, or better yet you lying on top of him. I also headcanon that when he feels safe and content he starts flying/hovering a bit in his sleep, so sometimes you'll wake up to find you're not on the bed anymore. But don't worry he won't let you fall, even in his sleep he's holding on to you.

(Sometimes you worry he'll lose control in his sleep and hug you too tightly and accidentally kill you, but luckily he's spent all his life learning how to control his strength + his subconscious recognizes that it's you he's holding, so that won't happen. Phew! But you still worry sometimes, like after watching him rip open a car on the news as if it was made of paper. What if one day he gets tired of you and... No. That won't happen... right?)

-Probably the softest with his darling out of all of them. Tries very hard not to overwhelm you.

-That said, he tries his best to control his powers around you as to not be intimidating! He wants you to see him as just some guy. If your universe doesn't have a Superman you don't even realize how powerful he is until you see him fight against a villain on TV. What do you mean Clark can do all that stuff?? You knew he could fly, sure, but laser eyes and super strength? You had no idea! (Clark doesn't like it when you watch the news, but Flash turned them on in the common room to show his darling "how heroic he was today", so for once you were able to watch them).

-Hopes you never find out about his superhearing. Or at least about the fact that he's literally listening to you all the time. Doesn't matter where he is, part of him is always focusing on your heartbeat to make sure you're ok and exactly where he left you. He thinks that would probably freak you out a lot and he'd rather not make you upset. (Won't stop though.)

-Teaches you a lot about Kryptonian culture. It's important to him, so you should know about it as well! Especially as his partner! Might make you wear some kryptonian fashion, probably something that signifies that you're in a relationship with him. Maybe even something that implies you're married to him. Might not even outright tell you what it means before giving you the clothes and you have to piece it together yourself after a bunch of kryptonian lessons.

[shuenkio]

You never know || ☆

Paring: Jake x male!reader

Genre: Fluffy, crush.

Cw: Pet name - "Beautiful"

Summary: You thought he was straight .

Wc: 1.0k

What is love? That's what you've been wondering and low-key craving for. You always thought that love was just a phase during your school time; nevertheless, seeing your friend always bragging about their love life somehow made a small part of you eager to experience it too. 

As a boy yourself, it was one in a million that someone would suddenly appear in your life, ask you out for a date, and eventually enter a relationship. You give up for your own good, moving on from this heavy chest feeling. 

Not until you developed a crush on one of your boy classmates. The one whose friends shipped you with, as a joke, however, you did fall into your own trap. 

His face was Europe-like with his sharp jawline that could cut through paper, while his eyes are as clear as a beautiful brown color, tracing down to his kissable plumping lip. His body is built for spots only, since every day is football day. I'm not going to lie when he's sweating; he looks majestic and hot, and the veins that are pumping on his arms almost make you pass out from time to time. And he's also the physics teacher's favorite student. Perfect; definitely everyone's type. 

You know you wouldn't have any chance with him; he's a boy, and you're a boy, even though he's always making a lot of a lot of jokes  about femininity in a teasing way that you prefer to admire from afar. 

One day you told your group of friends about it when they're doing a silly challenge by asking if anyone had a crush or been taken. You expect that they'll all be in awe, but to your surprise, they've said it's nothing new; they knew it since the very beginning when you gazed back in time at him with your unhidden heart eyes. 

You are gritting your teeth in embarrassing, blinking hard, and trying to wash your failure moment away as you cover your face. Instead of bushing on you, your friends suggested you should give it a shot. What if he likes men? You don't know if you don't give it a try. 

You think otherwise. There's no way a guy like him is gay; he might have had a secret relationship with a girl already. Losing hope, your best friends come up with a plan without your knowledge; it'd be good if you're oblivious. 

During the school trip, technically you were supposed to be with your other classmates; however, your girl friend said she was uncomfortable with Jake on purpose and wanted to switch you with your partner, who's a girl, so you could have time with him, Sim Jaeyun. 

You zone out for a moment before realizing this lame plan coming from your group, and as you throw a dagger glance at them, you still switch with her for some reasons. 

Under one roof, once you helped him set up the tent, in return, you got a "thanks" from your handsome crush. Who wouldn't go crazy if you could have your times with your one-sided love? Not only that, maybe you could stare at him in his sleep. 

The night fell upon you later on, and you settled down on the soft, thin bed underneath your skin as you tucked in a blanket, covered up to your chest like a burrito. You wonder what he's up to as you steal a glance at the older man right next to you. Accidentally, your eyes met him, and you quickly turned your face away in a swift motion, feeling all your nerves tense up and shaking. You zipped your mouth into a straight line, pretending to sleep on the spot, back facing him, ashamed or—shy? 

"Hey mn!" He spoke up, in a lower raspy tone under his chin, and mumbled as quietly as possible since he was afraid he would wake the others up. 

Your breath stops midway, clenching tight together. Did you just hear him calling your name, oh Lord? You are unable to turn to face him as you respond to him with a simple "yes." 

"Can I ask you something crazy?" He uttered back, his voice remaining the same, as he looked above the tent ceiling, waiting for you. 

Once again, you thought you were about to explode in any second. If you could eat your fist right now, you would swallow without leaving any pieces. 

"Sure, go on, I'm all ears," you finally reply, pulling in together to sound as natural as possible, but luck is not by your side. Your voice comes out like you've been chasing by a bear. 

Jake takes a deep breath. He narrows his eyebrows in a mad expression, poking his tongue against his mouth, as you turn to face him. He looks like he's about to break things into pieces. 

"Did you like me?" He breaks the silence, and the atmosphere grows thicker instantly. Those sentences are both pleading and terrifying at the same time, as you feel a ping of reality hit you once you process his words. 

You swallow hard, finding good words to answer back. Not even the exam was hard, like confessing your true feelings to your crush. 

"I'm sorry if I do. I'll stop if you're uncomfortable; it was just a silly fee." Before you could finish your words, he burst in, even more upset. 

"Why did you hide such things from me? You supposed to tell me, Do you know how much I try to impress you with all the efforts I put in?" He announced, folding his arms on his chest, while laying down, still looking at the ceiling, frowning. 

Your heart is racing, beating in the wrong rhyme, taken aback by his unexpected statement. All along, is he doing all of those things just for you? You feel like a shrimp. 

"Yeah, you don't have anyone?" 

"Why would I when you're existing??" 

Catching your guard, you cover your mouth with your palm in a shocking experience. This is going to haunt all of your dreams. Jake looks unfazed; his face is slightly blushing, but he didn't care; all he cared about was you. 

"Don't be such an idiot; we're crushing on each other now; we're boyfriends; no more talking; come here!!" 

The last thing you realize is that you're already in his embrace as he tightens the hug, resting his chin on your head as he places a soft kiss on your head. 

"Stop leaving me hanging again; I hate it, okay, beautiful?" 

🗣️ please mind my English! ><

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🗣️ English is not my language

🗣️ crd to the owner pic(cherish)&dividers(anitalenia)

Ps: I wrote this unconsciously, lmk if there's any wrong 👹

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Slide With Me

SUMMARY: Before returning to NRC you show curiosity to know what it's like to ride one of those racing sleds. All the boys offer to show you, inviting you to slide with them. You just need to choose with one you'd like to slide with.

CHARACTERS: Jade Leech, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt & Epel Felmier

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader (reader is taller than Epel and shorter than the other three... because so am I ...)

WORD COUNT: An average of 380 words per character.

COMMENTS: I wanted to do something with the Harveston Sledathon theme. Taking advantage of the fact that it finally came on the eng server. And I thought that I would love for them to take me on a ride. I hope you enjoy ;)

Are you sure you want to choose him? Because Octavinelle's boys don't do anything without a deal. Maybe you made one with him without even realizing. Considering how smooth he is with words. Or maybe he'll remind you of this favour he did you when he asks you to accompany him on a hike up a mountain and you hesitate to say yes.

“You should go on front of me.” He will tell you “It will be easier to keep you safe if I am able to see you and if I have my arms by your side. That and, I am sure I'll assume correctly that you would like to enjoy the view.”

When cornering, you'll probably lose your balance and bump in his arms. And feel them around you without taking the hands off the handlebar, like a seat belt. “Are you well?” He’ll check. “Don't fret.I am able to keep my attention both on the mountain and on you. Fu fu.”

“Would you also be interested to know what it's like to jump over a ravine?” He will ask you if you’re having fun.

If you say no or your no sure: “This might be your only chance, you know? And I already jumped it once. I can assure your safety. I would never let you get hurt.” And if you still keep saying no: “*Sigh* Your lack of trust hurts me.” Not really. “But I'll respect your wishes.” He secretly enjoys messing up with you, especially when your afraid of something. But he won't go any further than teasing you.

If you say yes or you were not sure but decided to trust him on this: “Fu fu, I'll make sure you don't regret your decision.” He’ll tell you, amused. He loves it when your down for crazy things. He would get even closer to you, his abdomen on your lower back and his chest on your shoulders and head. If his arms were your seat belt, his torso was the back of your chair. He will not let you get hurt.

His stuffed deer will shameless asking you for petting after the ride. It gently bumps its head on your hip, as if trying to poke you with its rods, but since these are plush they bend when they go against you. “I thinks this is its way of asking for payment for the ride.” Jade deduces.

HIM? Why are you choosing him? He just offered to be polite, you know? Or at least that what he want everybody to think.

When you guys get far enough away from the others, as you get ready to start the ride: “Don't think I don't know why you chose me.” He tells you. But despite your little blush: “You chose me because I have the best racing plush. Smart move.”

“What, no! I choose you for you!” You realize you haven't spoken in your head and cover your mouth with your gloved hand. Both your cheeks and the ends of Idia's hair turned pink. “Y-your bear. Yes, I choose you for your bear, you're right!” You say completely unconvincing. “Should we start the ride now?” Idia nods, embarrassed and flattered at the same time, and finishes preparing the sleigh.

He will suggest you to go in front of him. Since he's the tallest and the expert (although he's only been doing this for a day or two) the safest formation is for the noob going on front of him. What? This is his way to say he cares about you. He doesn't care for other noobs. “Are you sulking because I'm calling you a noob? But you are. Fine, fine, I'll stop.”

He will not go to hard on you. He knows going to hard on a player that is just starting would make them hate a game they could love. The same with the ride. Both are supposed to be fun.

When cornering, you'll probably lose your balance and bump in his arms. And hear one of his "Hiep!" while he tries to protect you with his arms without taking the hands off the handlebar. You know when you almost drop your phone and suddenly realize how precious it is to you? That’s what that "Hiep!" meant.

If you want to go faster, he'll be happy to speed up. He knows that feeling. When you're liking a game so much you want to try the next difficulty. But he will NOT jump over that ravine again. Are you crazy?

His stuffed bear is shy but, after the ride, it will come close to you and nudge your hand with his nose to ask for petting.

HA! Of course you would choose him! Why choose a human... or merman turned into human, when one of your options is a (half) fay young man train by none other than Lilia Vanrouge to be a body-guard of none other than the Greates Malleus Draconia? Looks like your not dumb for a human.

“I hope you are up for the ride, human.” He’ll tell you with his smug smile “But nonetheless you should go on the front. It will be safer. That way, if your weak hands slip off the handlebar you will not pass through me.”

When cornering, you'll probably lose your balance and bump in his arms. But you'll realize he's not just using his arms to protect you. He's practically embrace you like the bodyguard he is protecting you from any danger that may come towards you. Despite his smug attitude, deep down he is taking his job of protecting you during the ride as serious as if he was protecting Malleus himself.

If he hears your laughs of fun during the ride, he will smile (since you can't see him), happy that you're having such fun with him. He'll not admit he was also having fun with you.

If you ask him if you two could jump the ravine like they did in the race, he’ll be surprised but say: “Ha Ha Ha! You sure have a dangerous amount of courage for your own good. Are you sure you can handle such thing, human?” you confirm “So get ready, because now I will not back down! And neither will I allowed you to!”

Don't be surprised if he ends up taking one of his hands off the handlebar to wrap it around your waist and make sure you don't come off the sled. The other arm exerting as much force to stay steady as when he trains with heavy weights.

After the ride, Squirshie will come up to you and stick out his chest as if proud of his work during the ride. It reminded you of Grim for a moment. When you bend down and pat him on the head, he recoils. To then approach again as if asking you to do that again.

YES! You choose him! Um... I mean, of course you choose him. after all, he is the most experienced at sledding. He he.

“I'm so happy you interested in sledding.” He'll tell you as you two approach his sleigh to prepare for the ride. “Despite the tension because of the race,I'm glad we still could show you how fun it is. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life!"

It will hurt his pride, but he will tell you to go behind him since you're taller. Your safety is way more important than his pride. “You must firmly grip the handlebar. But, um, you know, if you feel safer holding on to me, feel free to do so.”

If you choose to holding on to him, please don't mention the fact that his heart feels like is racing the Harveston Sledathon all over again.

When cornering, you'll probably lose your balance and and cling even tighter to him. This is the closest you've ever been to each other. Your chin is probably on his shoulder by now. “You’re okay?” he will ask whenever he feels you tighter your embrace. But don't think he isn't blushing every time this happens.

He'll ask if you want to jump the ravine. If you say no: “He he he. Don't worry. I was just kidding.”

If you say yes: “WHA-?! I was joking!” if you say you were joking as well, he will sigh with relief. If you say that now you want to do it. He'll need a minute to think about it. The last thing he wants is to put you in danger. But he understands you. In your position he would probably ask for the same thing. “Okay, if you really want to do this DO NOT let go of me! Don't even worry if you're hurting me. Hold on the tightest you can if you need, okay?”

Truth be told, he’s loving it! That shows how much you trust him to keep you safe even on a dangerous thing like that. And he won't let you doubt for a second that he won't be able to!

After the ride, his stuffed rabbit will start bouncing around you and wagging his little tail. And for some reason, I imagine if you pet him, he'll start tapping one of his hind legs on the ground. Like Thumper from Bambi. “Well that's new.” Epel will say, surprised.

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LN4 | Yeah

Summary: After many failed dates, Lando is always the one to comfort you. Perhaps it's time you look for love in a different place, in someone you already know?

Lando Norris x Reader

WC: 1.0K

Warnings: Curse words, if that’s even a warning.

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"Is she okay?" Max said as he saw you storming into the home you shared with him and Lando. You had just come back from a date and let’s just say it did not end well. You had been dating Jack for a while, but he was just expecting too much from you, so you broke up. This was the umpteenth boy that was.

You jumped on your bed, face down, and groaned. Would you ever stay together with someone for longer than a month? Probably not. You twisted around in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Not being able to find one, you decide to get into your pyjamas first and take your makeup off.

As you finally finished, you plopped on your bed once again, hearing the boys whisper outside your door. They always tried their best to take of you, especially when your behaviour was worrying them, like now. As expected, soon after, a knock came. "Hey love, ‘re you okay? Can I come in?" – it was Lando, Max had pushed him in to confront you because he knew you the longest and the best out of the two of them – or at least that's what he told Lando to convince him.

You just grumbled as an answer, Lando took it as a yes and walked in silently, moving to lay next to you on the bed. He held his arm out for you to lay on as he asked you: "What happened?" As soon as he stretched his arm out you were cuddling into him. "We’re over.", you said, hiding your face in his chest.

"I’m sorry." He said, holding you a little tighter. "'T is alright." you said acting as though it didn’t have any effect on you, as always. And to be honest, it didn't impact you as much as it should have: you knew it wasn't going to last.

Nevertheless, this wasn’t an irregular event for the two of you. You had been through numerous break-ups in the one-and-a-half year you’ve been living with the boys, and after every one of them, Lando would always be there to comfort you.

You hated that every single one of your relationships – if you could even call them that – would always end the same way: they wanted something you couldn’t give them. You had figured it out by now; after so many break-ups, you had come to the conclusion that you were the problem and you’d end up alone. It would end after about a month every single time. Why? Because you couldn’t let them in.

You have never been really lucky relationship-wise. The very few times you found someone you allowed in, they’d leave you heartbroken. Because of that, you haven’t been able to do it again, afraid of the same thing happening once more.

“Maybe you should try to find a different type of guy. I think that could help.” Lando said, trying his best to be helpful. He knows where your relationships are getting stuck; you had confessed to him, although it took much convincing to get you to finally admit it. Also, he has enough of this being a regular occurrence, so he will give any suggestion he can come up with to ensure you don't come home disappointed from your dates any longer.

"How would a different type of guy help? I’m the one who can’t open up. I’m the issue.” You mumbled with your head still hiding in his chest.

“I don’t think that’s true. If you don’t feel like you can open yourself up, then the guy is not right for you. Maybe you should try picking guys up someplace other than the club or online.”

“Are you really questioning my choice of men?” you ask Lando, lifting your head up to look at him, squinting your eyes. Who is he to say you're choosing the wrong people? It's not as if he's picking the greatest, most wonderful girls for dating.

“Well, so far it’s not really working out it, is it?”

The look you gave him said enough, but really, you knew he was right.

“Look, I know it’s your decision to make but every time you come back from those dates disappointed, and I think you deserve better than that. Don’t you agree?” He waited for you to answer, but you were unresponsive as you put your head back down on Lando’s chest. “So, maybe it’s time to look elsewhere.”

“Where am I supposed to meet guys then?”

Lando thought for a second. He thought about how maybe you didn’t need to meet a new guy, that maybe you should look at the people already around you. At the people you had already let in, and who hadn’t broken your heart. But he couldn’t say that straight out. You would ask him what he meant, who he was talking about: was he referring to himself? He'd say no, but you'd look straight through him. He knew you well enough to know how well you knew him.

“I don’t know. Your work? At the shops?” Should he say it? If he brought it up naturally, maybe you wouldn’t notice he was talking about himself. Fuck it.

“Maybe you’ve already met someone you could be in a relationship with, but you haven’t realised it.”

You looked up again, brows furrowed. “What on earth does that mean?”

Lando shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe you could fall in love with someone you already know, someone you’ve already let in, someone you’re already friends with.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

You looked at him while you thought about it. “And who would that be?”

Silence.

“You?” You continued.

Fuck. Of course, you’d know Lando was talking about himself. He expected no differently, although he had hoped, and wished, you didn't realise it so quickly.

“Someone like me, yeah.” Lando responded, still looking away.

“Someone like you, or you?” You whispered.

He finally looked at you. “Maybe me.”

“Yeah?” You responded, holding the eye contact.

“Yeah”

You thought about it for a short moment, and came to your conclusion; “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, you confirmed.

Silence, again. But this time he held your eye.

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered.

“Yeah.”

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jo togame as your boyfriend | headcanon/drabble

tw: none, reader insert, english is not my native language

↪ jo is much more careful around you, especially considering how dangerous the city is and that he's part of a gang. one time back when you were early in your relationship, he invited you to their hideout. the other guys immediately noticed you since you were constantly around jo and choji and thought you were a new member. "hey, do you think the new member is strong?" one commented and turned to his friend trying to figure out if he was up for a fight with you too. you sensed this instantly, but you didn't feel any worry: after all Jo and choji were around you. the boys came up to you with cheeky smiles and their hands clenched into fists. their eyes suggested that they were already in the mood for battle. abruptly, however, their smiles faded and fear appeared on their faces: the second most important in the group was looking at them intently, as if wondering whether to beat them here and now or do it another time; jo didn't want you to witness it. "hey, woman" yet they decided to continue. "to you, she is L/N-san" jo added and walked up to you without taking his eyes off the boys. you felt your boyfriend's arms around your waist and you let out an unexpected "ah". "now get away before you get hurt!"

↪ from that day on, jo taught you the basics of fighting because he was worried that he wouldn't be able to be there for you every time when you were in danger. you had each other's phone numbers, but he still felt concerned. you were back in the hideout, but this time it was just you and him. Jo was behind you, his head against your shoulder; you could feel his warm breath tickling your cheek. every time he spoke to you, locks of your hair danced slightly. You couldn't see his gaze, but could feel the warmth in his voice, and how it was different when he was talking with others. “remember when you hit, the power should come from your shoulder, not your arm” he grabbed your left arm and held it up like an opponent was standing in front of you. jo’s palm completely covered your hand; it was then that you realized how much bigger his hand was compared to yours. if he had hit you, you probably wouldn't be able to get up for days. but he made you feel safe, not afraid. "try again, but this without me!" you could feel the slight excitement in his voice. you concentrated all your strength on your shoulder and quickly shot your arm out. the jerky movement of your hand made a slight sound that indicated you were learning fast. “jo how was it!!" you jumped up in happiness and immediately embraced him, burying your face in his chest. "wow!" he patted your head "i didn't expect you to learn so fast, but after all, I am your teacher!"

↪ of course, your parents didn't approve of you seeing someone like him, but despite that, almost every night, he found a way to end up on your balcony. "i bought you ice cream again this time, let's eat together and chat." you sighed and placed her hand on her forehead, trying to sound as dramatic as possible: "jo, one day you're going to give me a big problem." "ah…" he thought and looked at you with a hint of regret "you're right, if we eat ice cream every night we could get sick. maybe I should have bought popcorn?" you sighed again, but couldn't hide your warm smile. he always managed to make you feel better.

↪ and when it comes to mood, Jo is kind of like your secret therapist. you even wonder if he is aware of it. almost every night he wants you to send him a picture of yourself while smiling, taken at the moment. "doll, pls a smile agaim" “again* lol” so sending him a picture of yourself smiling every night became a habit. sometimes when you don't feel well, you smile, take a picture and send it to him. It makes you feel so much better inside knowing that someone actually wants to see your smile. And jo, no matter how much he doesn't admit it, giggles while looking at your photo, hiding under the blanket.

↪ after some time you started to live together. this gave you more freedom to do whatever you wanted; his favorite was helping you cook. you put water in a pot and wait for it to heat up. "jo, are the tomatoes ready?" you asked your boyfriend, expecting him to hand you the vegetable you were supposed to make the salad with. but instead, you felt his arms around your waist and how he lazily rested his head on your shoulder, watching the movements of your hands. "does it matter?" he moved a strand of hair from your shoulder to plant a kiss there. when his lips touched your skin, you felt a pleasant tickle throughout your body. this made you move his hands from your waist and gave them a kiss. when you decided to turn your head to kiss lips as well, you realized that jo was faster than you: you were already kissing, before you could realize. "its impowtant because" continued to kiss him hungrily "we have to eat" and continued again "becauswe soon we-" “shh, let me enjoy you” and kept with the kiss. jo placed his hand on your cheek, then stroked your hair. your lips pulled away as your lungs gave the alarm for air. jo put his face back on the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent: the scent of female perfume and fabric softener danced in his nostrils. he liked this smell: it belonged to the woman who belonged to him. "i love you." his voice was muffled since his head was on neck. you felt his breath and placed your hand on jo's head. your fingers began to play with his black hair and soon you heard a satisfied "hmm" from him, indicating that he liked this. "then prove it"

this made jo stare at you with confused eyes: were you giving hints about something or or doubting his love. your serious look confused the black haired man even more and he raised one eyebrow questioningly. "h-how?" you let out a dramatic sigh and placed another quick kiss on his nose. "by slicing the tomatoes."