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the one with the role play — gojo satoru
— your husband breaking character during role play after you mention the one thing you shouldn’t have
suggestive, MDNI, established relationship (you’re married), written with f! reader in mind but think i kept it pretty gn, alcohol (nobody gets drunk, just a super quick mention of it as a choice of drink at the bar), strangers at the bar role play (or a failed attempt tbh), based on this talk post of mine, wc: 1.3k
“hey, love”, satoru broke the silence while the two of you were folding the laundry one afternoon. (yes, the strongest sorcerer always helps his wife with chores)
“say, love”, you quickly responded, without looking at him.
“you know, i was thinking — we’ve never tried role play”
“that’s what folding clothes made you think of?”, glancing at him you chuckled, “interesting”, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
“we’ve done pretty much everything but that. you’re not curious?”
now was not the time to tell him that you had done this before, with your ex, and that it was fun. no need to remind him that you had other partners before him and make him lose sleep for days to come, like that one time when he found your diary from high school in the attic and read about all the crushes and boyfriends you had. it took weeks and a lot of coddling on your part (you even had to start a satoru only diary and write his name into little hearts) for him to get over it. so you figured you’d keep this little detail to yourself and take it to the grave. or it would be your husband taken to the grave due to lethal jealousy steaming from the fact that another man had laid his hands on you in the past.
“s-sure”, you stuttered, thinking back to that excruciating memory, then cleared your throat before continuing — “yea, we can do that, why not”
“good then”, he tossed the shirt in his hands aside and stepped closer to you. circling his arms around your waist from behind — one hand eventually resting over your chest while the other stopping at your navel and gently rubbing it — he possessively pressed you against his chest and hummed contently.
“someone’s very excited about this, huh?”, you placed your hand over his and tilted your head back to peek at him.
“oh? can you tell?”, he grinned, playfully pushing his hips against you.
“that giant thing in your pants poking me from behind is giving you away, i’m afraid”
“it’s your fault though”, his head craned down so his lips could reach your forehead and trail soft kisses down to the tip of your nose.
standing on your tip toes you raised your hands to cup his cheeks and pecked him on the lips. “of course, it’s my fault that you’re getting all hot and bothered in the middle of the day like some pervert”
“i always get hot and bothered thinking about you”, he pecked you back, then slowly turned you around (concerned that you might hurt your neck if you kept that position up).
“any ideas?”, you asked.
“8pm, the bar around the corner”
“we’re to enact the classic strangers meeting at the bar, huh? okay. anything else?”
“nope, let’s improvise”
[8:13pm, at the bar]
sitting alone on the stool at the bar counter, you kept playing with your now half empty martini glass, drawing circles with it on the surface. you felt a bit weird sitting here pretending to be single and ready to mingle. but oh well.
he was late. you took another sip of your drink and grabbed your phone to check the time again.
“next one’s on me”, a painfully familiar voice approached you from behind. “if you would allow me, that is”
he was late on purpose, you figured. waiting for you to almost finish your drink so he could easily start a conversation by using such a lame but still quite effective line.
“i don’t normally accept drinks from strangers”, you gazed at him, “but an exception every now and then wouldn’t hurt, i assume”
a puckish smile curved on his lips. “may i?”, taking his sunglasses off, he asked for your permission to sit next to you.
“sure”
you were quite impressed at how seriously he was actually taking this, not breaking character even for a second so far. he had made up a brand new persona of himself, introducing himself as “sato kouya” — the ceo of a leading pharmaceutical company, temporarily living in tokyo for the purpose of a big business project.
“enough about me though”, eyes focused on you, he leaned his elbow on the bar counter and placed his chin on his palm. “tell me about yourself — what’s a beauty like you doing alone?”
you giggled (he was just so cute right now). “you’re lucky that i am alone — if we had met a week earlier, i would’ve still been married”
his expression froze at your words. the smile from a few seconds ago was now bleeding into a confused, almost creepy, look on his face — his lips still stretched into a grin while his eyes told a different story.
“hmmm… how so?”, he spoke in a monotone, his grin slowly fading away.
it would be a lie to say his weird reaction didn’t concern you at all but you decided to brush it off, and continued. “you see, i just got officially divorced. my ex husband and i tried out best to keep the marriage going for as long as we could but we were simply not meant to be”, you sighed. “this was the best for both of us”
“no way”, satoru whined. “no fucking way”
“umm… excuse me?”, you tilted your head in confusion.
“i don’t like this”, his face giving you a dejected grimace — brows knitted, lips pursed into a pout and eyes filled with a mix of panic and sorrow taking over the blue in them and turning it into a darker shade. “divorced? not meant to be? don’t even joke about this”, he almost cried out. the thought alone rubbed him the wrong way, tugged at his heartstrings so intensely that it forced him out of character right then and there, putting an end to your little role play escapade (rip sato kouya, you will be missed).
“satoru”, you caressed his hand, “baby. love of my life. this is just an act, please get it together”
“oh”, he gasped in utter shock after his focus fell on your hand and he noticed you were not wearing your ring. “you even took your ring off? why would you do that?”
great, this was getting worse now.
“because of the role play”, you spoke each word slowly, stressing on the last two very carefully.
“but i’m still wearing mine”, he protested, pointing at his ring, “see? you could’ve still acted fine with your ring on and without bringing up divorce and not meant to be’s”, he cried again, a hangdog look splattered on his face.
“i didn’t want to play the cheating wife, that’s why i took it o—“, you were cut off by another dramatic reaction.
“cheating? CHEATING? you considered this scenario?”, his voice was hitting desperate notes at this point. you couldn’t believe he had lost all reason over a play pretend.
you pinched the bridge of your nose before you spoke, “okay, that’s enough. you’re being ridiculous right now. i’m going home”
he followed after you like a kicked puppy, whining all the way home. but you had to admit — part of you really loved the fact that he went completely out of his mind over something so silly, that he didn’t know what to do with himself just thinking about you possibly leaving him even in a made-up scenario, that you held so much power over him…
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[later that night, in bed]
done reading for the night and ready to sleep, you placed your book on the nightstand and looked over at your husband sitting with his arms crossed next to you in bed.
“still not over it?”, you nestled your head on his chest.
“no. hurts like hell just thinking about it”, he mumbled.
“come on, stop pouting”, you pinched his cheek, “you can’t go to sleep with a grumpy face”
“yea?”, he glanced down at you, “sit on it then — it’s the only way to wipe that pout off of it”
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older!eddie with reader who’s never taken a cock as big as his. he’s used to people telling him he’s too big, to go slow, that they can’t take it. and so he’s trying to be so careful with you, but you’re relentless in your determination to take him.
his fat, leaking tip presses inside, spreading you open as your jaw goes slack. he pushes maybe an inch or two in, but you’re so damn tight around him and he knows it has to be hurting you. he starts to ease up, to pull out a little, but your thighs lock around his waist, caging him desperately in.
“n-no, ed please. please don’t stop, keep going, need you to keep going,” you babble, your pretty eyes glossy as they plead with him.
“christ, sweetheart,” he grunts. “it’s hurtin’ you, don’t wanna hurt you.”
“i don’t care, please,” you beg, “can’t you feel how wet i am for you? need you so bad.”
he thinks he’s gone delirious with the things you’re saying, his tongue feeling like it’s going to flop out of of mouth, like he’s some dog drooling over a treat. he feels like a damn teenager, his hormones on overdrive. he can feel how wet you are, the hand that’s been gripping his shaft brushing against your slick folds to prove it.
“okay, okay, sweet thing. ‘m gonna take care of you,” he promises, his cock intruding further.
you’re whimpering pitifully beneath him, wriggling your hips for more friction, desperate to have more and unwilling to take no for an answer. he could split you entirely in two and it wouldn’t phase you. in his entire life he’s never had someone this needy for his cock, this hellbent on stuffing all of him inside, and he’s struck dumb at the fact that the person who is is you, this sweet young thing.
he can feel your walls clenching around him, relaxing and then tightening once more. “baby,” he pants, his nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a ghost of a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “you sure you can take it all? it’s okay if you can’t,” he reassures, but you’re frankly hearing none of it.
“eddie,” you whine. “I want it all, I’m gonna take it,” you insist. “please,” you sound as if you may cry, “just ruin me. don’t care if I can’t walk for days, give it to me.”
his head spins, his brow furrowing as he presses himself deeper, his cock snug inside of your warm walls. you cry out, biting down on his shoulder, nails digging into the tattooed skin of his back to brace yourself.
“god, you’re such a desperate little thing,” he says, his voice deep and hoarse, strained with the way he holds himself back from pounding into you.
you’re nearly sobbing when you speak again, “make it fit, ed, need it to.”
he finally secures himself all the way in, to the balls, leaning down to kiss your neck as your cunt throbs around him. “there you go, baby. that’s all of it. y’want me to make you cum around this cock?” he asks, the low rumble of his voice making you ache.
“yes,” you say softly, lip wobbling.
“what was that? couldn’t hear you, baby.”
“yes, eddie!” you cry, nearly aggressive in tone. “make me cum, over and over, don’t care if it fucking wrecks me.”
and it’s the last confirmation eddie needs before he makes you see stars.
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road rage - matt sturniolo
warnings - SMUT, spanking, choking, angst, breeding, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), doggy style, couch sex, kissing, nicknames (good girl, bad girl, baby, babygirl, sweetheart), daddy kink, implied aftercare, inpure thoughts, dry humping, degrading, praise, sir kink
a/n - tbh… i love this, i was watching the new car video and matt raging hitting the window, holy shit. and i’m ovulating… THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!
“WHAT THE FUCK! MOVE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” the car in front of us was trying to get over but was blocking everyones way of moving forward
matt always road raged “matt calm the fuck down” nick was trying to get him to stop, chris was annoyed from all the noise going on while he was trying to listen to music, but you, you were enjoying matt raging way more than you should
squeezing you thighs together, clenching around nothing, hoping no one notices
we finally pull into the driveway, everyone getting out and going to their rooms to change out of their clothes from dinner, nick stayed in his room, along with chris also in nicks room
you change out of your dress into some pajama pants and a t shirt, just something simple and comfortable, you went and sat down in the living room hoping that not being around matt would stop the ache in your core
but after a few minutes matt was out in the living room also, your head now laying on his shoulder, he noticed your uneven breathing but didn’t think anything about it, maybe you were just tired
“you wanna watch a movie baby?” he grabs the remote turning the tv on “uh yeah sure” his voice was slightly raspier than usual, only making the ache worse
you guys ended up deciding on ‘dumb and dumber to’ you couldn’t even focus on the movie, your head filled with all the things he could do to you, staring at the hand that was wrapped around your waist
would he pull your hair? would he finger you until you squirt? would he grope your ass or tits? would he slap your ass? would he slap your pussy? would wrap his hand around your throat? would he stick his fingers in your mouth too stay quiet? or would he use his fingers to keep your mouth open so he could hear you?
you look up at him admiring his side profile, mouth slightly agape, staring at his lips “you sure your okay sweetheart?” damnit he caught you staring
“i- uh yeah I’m fine” stuttering over your words “you don’t seem fine, tell me whats wrong” he’s staring into your eyes, you hesitate for a second before slamming your lips on his
the kiss was immediately heated, you move your leg to where you’re straddling him, grinding against his clothed dick, his grip in your waist tightening
moving your hands from his hair towards his belt, quickly undoing it and unzipping his jeans, he pulls away from the kiss “we can’t in here baby” he breathes out “yes we can” connecting your lips again “we really- really can’t”
“yes we can” now mumbling both of your words trying not too break the kiss “baby we could get caught” “then let them watch, i need you sooo bad” grinding yourself against him even harder “fuck”
he flips you guys over so now he’s on top, trailing kisses from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, all the water down to your collarbone “tell me baby, what’s got you all worked up” continuing too suck marks in your skin
“in the car, w- when you were yelling at that guy” he smirks against your neck “yeah? you want me to talk to you like that? want me to degrade you baby?” arching your back when he starts sucking under your ear
“y-yes, please” he places his lips back on yours sticking his tongue in your mouth, he slips his hand under your pants and panties rubbing fast tight circles on your clit, moaning under him
“look at you, being my pretty little slut” he chuckles “please matty, i need it so bad” you whine, he slows his movements to tease you “what do you need baby?” his smirk visible on his face
“you know what i want matty” trying to move your hips to get more friction on your clit making him pull his fingers away, you whine under him hoping he will start again “mmm i don’t think i do princess, i think you need to remind daddy what you want”
his lips connecting to your jaw once again “please! i need your cock inside me so bad!” “i’m sure if you wanted daddy’s cock that bad i bet you could do better than that” you needed him now
“please daddy! i need your cock so so bad! i need you buried inside my pussy! please!” his right hand massages your thigh “i knew you could do it, such a good girl f’me” he pulls away from your jaw taking both of your pants off teasingly slow
you pull off your shirt unclasping your bra letting it fall of your shoulders, you are both now completely naked besides you still in your panties, he bends down gripping your jaw “did i say you could take that off” landing a slap on each of your tits
“n- no sir” he squeezes your cheeks together “correct, i didn’t give you permission, that makes you a bad girl, bad girls get punished, do you think you should be punished?” his words were making you wetter and wetter by the second
“yes sir,” he taps your thigh a couple times as a signal to turn over, putting your face onto the cushions, he pulls your panties to the side before he starts to slide hit tip through your folds
pushing your hips back trying to feel more “uh uh uh, stay still” he grips onto your waist “please- no teasing” sticking his tip inside of you then pulling back out “am i teasing baby?” “yes” he puts his tip in and takes it out again “ma-“ you get cut off with a loud moan erupting from your throat when he enters you fully without warning
he is going in and out of you hard and fast *smack* a harsh slap came down on your ass, the pain and pleasure combined together only made you come closer to the edge causing you to clench around him
“you like that sweetheart?” *smack* a pornographic moan leaving your mouth “such a dirty *smack* fucking *smack* slut *smack*” your face was buried inside of the cushions
his hands leave your waist grabbing your neck pulling your face out of the fabric, he didn’t use enough force to hurt you, but just enough too get you going, a choked moan leaving your mouth “s- so good” he thrusts into you faster
“yeah?” every time he bottomed out you, the pressure in your stomach built “so close” his stomach now touching your back “not until you ask nicely” you only responded with a loud cry of pleasure at first
“please! please let me cum on your cock daddy please!” “not yet baby, you were being a bad girl, have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson”
you were on the verge of letting go “please! please! please! daddy, i- i’ve learned my lesson! please! ill be so good! please!” he positions his mouth by your ear “do you think you deserve it?” it was painful holding your orgasm back “ye-“ *smack* “what was that sweetheart?” you were trying to think of gross things to help you hold off
and it was just barely working
“no! no i don’t! i’m sorry for being a bad girl daddy! ill be a good girl for you please!” his hand reaches between your bodies, his fingers starting to draw fast tight circles to your clit “fuck! please daddy please!” “there you go baby, cum all over daddy’s cock” he whispers in your ear
you immediately release all over him with a loud scream mixed with a moan “good girl” pleasure coursing through your body, it felt so good, all most too good
you couldn’t even acknowledge your surroundings anymore, all too focused on the ecstasy you felt “you gonna let me cum inside this pretty little pussy babygirl hm?” you would let him do anything to you “yes! please cum inside me!”
“you’re just my little cum slut aren’t you? so desperate for me too breed you” he laughs, somehow slamming into you harder “y-yes, i’m your cum slut! please! i want it!” he lets out a loud groan as thick ropes of cum squirt out of his slit into you, stalling his movements “fuckk”
after a couple minutes he pulls out “cmon baby lets go get cleaned up”
thank god nick and chris had noise canceling headphones.
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PLEASE 🙏 paige x reader where they are in a situationship and reader is jealous
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paige bueckers x fem!reader
yeah, you definitely hated her. you didn’t know her, but you fucking hated her.
you sat across the table from paige, secretly stealing glances of her and some other girl you had never met before in your life. you can’t even recall anyone mentioning her before tonight, but apparently she was close enough friends with aubrey to be invited to her birthday dinner.
you didn’t like her at all. her jokes always missed and killed the vibe, she said random out-of-pocket things every five seconds, and she had this insanely high-pitched laugh. or maybe you didn’t like her because of the way she was touching paige’s arm.
either way, she was running your last nerve thin.
you had arrived to the restaurant with paige, your held hands being separated once you walked inside. you and paige had something going on and most of your friends knew, poking fun and teasing you every now and then. you both wanted to take it slow since both of your schedules were busy, but you definitely wouldn’t say either of you were single.
she was your situation.
you wanted to sit next to her at the table but the plans had quickly changed when this girl insisted on sitting there. you had been halfway into the seat when her hand landed firmly on your shoulder, shaking to get your attention.
that was the moment that started it you think. that and the flirtatious touches. you thought it was so obvious what she was trying to do, but apparently paige didn’t pick up any of the cues.
it was embarrassing for you and her. here you were with all your friends on aubrey’s birthday night, watching as another girl practically groped paige six feet into her seat. the worst part was paige never did or said anything along the lines of ‘stop.’
you have the thought that it should definitely be you sitting next to paige right now. it could’ve been you and it should’ve been you. she may not be your girlfriend, but she is your something. you wish you could hold her hand under the table instead of having to watch the insufferable sight of another girl touching her.
“is this your natural hair? it’s really pretty.”
your eye twitched watching the scene unfold, eyes tracking the girl’s finger as it twirled around a strand of paige’s hair.
“nah, not the color. the waves are all mine though,”
paige smiles, flicking her hair over her shoulder. the girl laughs again, the high-pitched squeal ringing in your ear. the crazy thing is, nothing paige said was even funny, the reason for the girl’s laughter had flown straight over your head. if she was close enough, you think you might reach across the table and drag her to the floor.
her peppy laugh. her wandering and lingering gaze. the unnecessary touches. the-
“can i give you my number? i’d really like to hangout sometime y’know?”
you couldn’t even bear to stay for paige’s answer, excusing yourself from the table. your chair squeaked loudly against the floor, grabbing the attention of anyone who hadn’t already noticed you.
the girl turns to paige, wide-eyed, “is she okay?”
your anger boils over at her remark, wishing for both of your sakes she’d just kept quiet. it was infuriating watching her turn to paige and talk about you, right in front of your own face.
“are you serious-”
“i think she just has to use the bathroom,” paige gives you a look, one that you can only decipher as ‘no.’ “and the bathrooms are that way.”
she points you in a direction, one that you allow yourself to blindly follow. you just needed to get away from that table, too irked by that girl to think straight. you kept telling yourself that she couldn’t ruin the night, aubrey’s big night for that matter.
you’re leaning against the bathroom sink when a knock sounds on the door. it makes you jump out of your thoughts, assuming it’s just some random person needing to take a piss.
“i’ll be out in a second!”
“hey, it’s me.” you’d recognize her voice in a crowd of hundreds, something so distinct about it. you can’t deny it makes your heart flutter knowing she chased after in a sense, showing that she does in fact care.
you unlock the door for her, letting her slip through the frame before sealing it off again. she locks it for you, never even taking her eyes off of you.
“what was that?!”
she’s whisper-shouting, getting closer to you. it shocks you, not expecting that reaction from her. you wished maybe she’d acknowledge what was actually happening at that table for the last half-hour, but of course she can’t.
“seriously? are you serious?”
“yeah i’m serious. you looked like you wanted to rip her head off the whole time.”
you roll your eyes, “oh spare me please. she’s insufferable.”
you don’t even care how much attitude you’re using to rebuttal her, more concerned with the fact that she’s defending the girl. did she know what she was doing? was it all on purpose?
“she’s nice,”
“yeah i’m sure she is.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“i’m sure it is nice when she touches you like that.”
she blinks. once, twice, three times before speaking. she gets a smug grin on her face like it’s funny or something, watching the way your forehead creases from being downturned so long. she feels bad really, but it’s still amusing to see you like this.
“oh, that’s what this is about.”
“what- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“you’re jealous.”
her hands find your waist, tugging you into her chest. after rolling your eyes into tomorrow you decide it’s not worth it to fight about it and she’s right anyway. you succumb to her affection, matching it equally when you wrap your arms around her stomach.
“can’t believe you’re jealous. it’s kinda hot.”
“whatever. tell her to stop eye-fucking you in the middle of the restaurant. it’s nasty.”
paige admires your honestly, realizing how strongly you both feel even though it’s nothing more than a situationship. she wants to ask you out but figures a restaurant family bathroom probably isn’t the best place.
“maybe i should be the one jealous. you’ve been so focused on her talking to me you didn’t realize i’ve been looking at you the whole time.”
you’re silent, head resting against her chest to hide embarrassment. the affect she has on you is insane and you both know that, a simple fact paige takes advantage of frequently. she feels your arms tighten around her and in response shifts your hips closer to her own. she never feels like you’re close enough.
she kisses the top of your head as you shift together in unison. she wishes she was brave enough to ask you out. it’s not like you’re going to say no.
as her own version of reassurance, paige pulls you into a kiss and waits until she feels you kissing back. it’s slow and sensual, both of you taking time to relish in the moment, as confusing as it may be. when you pull away, she finds solace in your body, resting her forehead against yours.
“yeah whatever. i’m going back to eat my dinner. but next time she touches you i’m flipping my shit if you don’t say something.”
“what am i supposed to say then, hm?”
“that you have a girlfriend.”
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here’s this short lil fic because i felt bad for depriving yall 😔
but i love you guys and hope you enjoy 🤭🤭🤭
I HAVE NOT YET SPELL CHECKED!!!
also i’m so sorry for slacking on the requests you guys (this is an older one) i’m gonna try to work on some tomorrow!! (emily content 🤭)
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Okay everyone listen to me Tim posting a B/T video (if he even did because his FB is private and people are saying he posted it but took it down) does not mean he’s saying Buddie is a no go and T*mmy is Buck’s endgame.
First of all let’s remember that Tim wanted to do Buck’s bi storyline years ago particularly back in season 4 and this was likely going to lead to Buddie (look at how the shooting arc was handled).
Second so much of this season has been geared towards Buddie. We had a lot of joint interviews with Ryan and Oliver (more than ever before). We’ve had Buddie talked about in pretty much every interview Oliver and Ryan have done both together and separately this season. This is not something that happened (to this extent) previously, it’s clear Fox did not really want them talking about Buddie. Also remember that if Buddie wasn’t happening and if Tim and ABC didn’t want them talking about Buddie they wouldn’t be allowing these kinds of questions over and over again. They would answer the Buddie question once or twice and that would be the end of it. Everyone knows how much people ship Buddie especially Tim. I'm positive he knows it would be really stupid to keep bringing it up if he wanted the subject to die down.
More importantly let’s look at how this season has gone we’ve had Buck and Eddie together more than ever. Tim even explicitly stated he was trying to put Buddie scenes in almost every episode. Look at how he answered that person about the karaoke scene. Tim basically said he was a Buddie shipper too.
Also think about this Tim knew he was going to have Buck come out and naturally it stands to reason that when it happened people were going to speculate more than ever about Buddie. If Tim has no intention of making Buddie happen and if his long term goal has been to put Buck with T*mmy as Buck's forever love interest (Like Bathena and Madney) wouldn't he have handled this season differently?
I'm not saying Buck and Eddie wouldn't have scenes together if the plan is never for them to be a couple, obviously not they're best friends but I do think Tim would have been extra careful with this being the first season Buck is out as as a bi character. Yet like I said we've had Buddie together more than ever. We've had them talking about sexual tension, dressing in couples costumes (when the actual pair that is dating didn't), singing karaoke together (even if most of it got cut), Buck talking about Eddie's cologne, Buck being a parental figure to Chris, Buck coming out to Eddie in a private quiet scene (when he only had two coming out talks this season), a buddie hug when we haven't had one for years, Buck talking about how he wished he could help Eddie when Eddie was talking about being sexually frustrated.
Most importantly though and what really seals the deal for me on why I think Buddie is happening is that Buck's entire bi awakening episode was focused very heavily on Eddie. Buck was NOT jealous that Eddie was getting to spend time with T*mmy in that episode (i.e. jealous because he wanted to spend time with T*mmy) he was jealous because Eddie was spending so much time and sharing parts of himself with someone else. He was jealous of T*mmy getting to spend time with Eddie and felt like he was being replaced. He thought him and Eddie had something special but then he sees the connection Eddie so easily formed with T*mmy and it hurt him.
We just haven't (as of yet) seen Buck really be willing to dig deeper to understand what he was truly feeling during all of that. How it was all about Eddie and not T*mmy. At this point all Buck knows is that T*mmy kissed him and Buck realized oh I like guys and he's reveling in the newness of all of that. At some point though he's going to realize none of this was ever about T*mmy and that even the main things drawing him to T*mmy were because of his similarities to Eddie. (I wrote a whole post about this episode btw)
But back to my point and that's why would Tim make a whole episode about how Buck obviously has feelings for Eddie and make it in the same episode where the audience (especially the general audience) realizes that Buck isn't straight? Why do that if Buddie isn't in the plans? If Tim's goal is B/T he still could have had something with Buck being jealous. What if T*mmy was hanging out with Chim and the rest of the 118 and he started being friends with all of them. They could have had it where Buck felt threatened kind of like he did in season 2 with Eddie but what it really was about was that Buck liked T*mmy and didn't know how to express that. What I'm saying is that Tim wasn't backed into a corner with this bi Buck storyline and T*mmy there were so many different ways he could have told it. He chose to tell it where it revolved very heavily around Eddie. Buck was even talking about Eddie right before and after he kissed T*mmy what exactly are we supposed to take away from that?
I know B/T stans like to say we just see what we want to see but decisions like having Eddie feature so heavily in Buck's coming out ep aren't made on a whim these are very deliberate especially when the powers that be know how much people ship these characters. Very specific choices have been made to tell a story with Buck and Eddie this season that is leading them towards the same goal and that's eventually together. If you're not seeing that it's because you don't want to.
There's also the fact that if B/T is the ship we're supposed to be rooting for if it's the ship that's going to be as big to 911 as Bathena and Madney (at least according to B/T fans) why has there been so little focus on them? I know some people might say it's a shorter season and they already have so much to fit. Or that they're trying to go slow with B/T's story but here's the thing they rushed into having Buck come out to the audience in one episode and then rushed into having him come out to all the other characters a couple of episodes after that. If Tim wanted more focus on B/T there would be. They also wouldn't even have to do much with them. We've barely even seen them have an actual conversation and the few times we have most of it has been when there has been some kind of uncomfortableness or annoyance between them. Like when Buck was full of anxiety during the date (and then T*mmy made that closet joke) or when Buck was upset about T*mmy not dressing up and T*mmy seemed annoyed.
I don't know I've watched a ton of different shows and to me this doesn't feel like how you build a ship you want the audience to root for. And I'm not saying that you can't have two people at odds and then have them get together. I love a good enemies to lovers thing but that's not what this is. To me the show is trying to tell us that Buck and T*mmy have an attraction but they really aren't on the same wavelength in other areas. Plus the show is always having Buck either talking about Eddie or having Eddie show up. Like when Buck came out to Maddie and was more concerned about lying to Eddie than his date going bad. We had Maddie literally Telling Buck if he had something to tell Eddie he'd tell him in his own time. What am I supposed to think about a line like that? Or when you had Eddie there during the whole scene with B/T at the karaoke bar or how the scene immediately cut from the B/T hospital kiss to Eddie. Plus we haven't even had a mention of T*mmy since 7x06 and now we're going into the finale. You'd think that they would have at least had Buck mention T*mmy during that date night scene where Buck was watching Chris for Eddie but no instead we had Buck being rather flirty with Eddie talking about his cologne and throwing popcorn into his mouth.
Now let's look at this video. There’s a high probability Tim didn’t even watch it. It’s long and not good in my opinion (I saw it before today). B/T stans call us delusional but they’re yelling about how Tim must believe in this bs invisible string theory they came up with and because it’s mentioned in that video. But here’s what the cover looks like
And this is why I think Tim posted it (if he even did) because it’s not about what’s in the video it’s about the title.
Has 911 found Buck’s perfect match?
This is what Tim wants us thinking about going into the finale. Is T*mmy the perfect match for Buck? Some like to think so but we know there is someone better and Buck is going to realize that.
No matter what happens with Buck and T*mmy at the end of this season and even if they're still together going into season 8 I 100% don't believe that T*mmy is meant to be Buck's endgame. Buck is for all intents and purposes the shows main character. We were basically introduced to the show through him we've watched him have the most growth, tim is not going to give him some lackluster love story.
Most primetime shows have a couple that the audience can root for. A couple where the audience isn't sure if they're going to get together but everything happening with them makes you want to see it happen so it keeps the audience tuning in waiting for the day it finally does. 911 had that for a long time with Madney before they got together and then later when they broke up and got back together. But now that they and all the main couples are happily married and rather settled 911 has no main couple like that not one that will garner media and audience attention, except oh wait they do it's Buddie. If B/T were going to be the couple they were betting on we would have had at least one Oliver and Lou on screen interview by now talking about them and we haven't. We definitely would have had more press promoting the couple but we haven't. The focus like I said before is on Buddie. The focus in the episodes is towards Buddie, the focus in the media, it's all a bright neon flashing sign that says BUDDIE. Nothing is pointing towards B/T in actuality I think Buck and Taylor may have even had more press than B/T has gotten so do with that information what you will.
I know a lot of you will hear about Tim posting this and think that's it Buddie is dead in the water but it's just not true. We are closer than ever to Buddie happening I promise you. We just have to be patient and let the story play out. Please don't pay attention to all the negativity coming from that other ship in fandom. Block as much as you need to so you can keep your peace. The best thing you can do right now is to show your love for Buddie as much as possible. Make sure you're tweeting about Buddie, leaving comments about Buddie on 911's official accounts (on ig YT tiktok etc), making new posts and graphics about Buddie on tumblr. We need to continue to be a loud (respectful) presence online and to remind everyone that we won't give up on Buddie.
Sending love to all of you ❤️
And remember:
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Would Gojo have any type of preference regarding a person's appearance? What personality type would he be most attracted to? What's going on in that man's head? I just want to know 🥺
well… okay. i mean, obviously satoru is aware that there’s not many people who can compare to the most beautiful (him) so he doesn’t value looks too heavily, i think (again unless it’s him we’re talking about but he’s the most beautiful person in existence so…)
satoru likes people who make him feel good, you know? the people he can gain from.
the people on the street who stop and stare at him for a moment—they think he’s attractive and he knows (likes) it. the sorcerers who practically kneel at his feet? they feed his ego and he likes them. utahime who falls victim to his antics? he likes her, but only because she makes him laugh. and suguru who makes him feel understood? well, he likes that.
all of the people that satoru is drawn to have some sort of appeal to them. and they might be beautiful, but they’ll never be as beautiful as he is, so who cares?
it’s not necessarily looks that drew him to you, of course.
obviously, when he and megumi are sitting on the couch one day, flipping through old photos and polaroids from what seems to be decades ago now, and you’re off in another room, looking through boxes for the pictures that are missing, satoru is admiring you.
maybe he was stupid enough not to notice it when he was seventeen, but he’s grown.
and when looking at the fresh faced, innocent-eyed precious little person you used to be? god.
hes looking at himself right beside you, wondering how he could’ve been so oblivious to his own preferences. to the strange way his eyes always tilted towards you, the cautious sort of observance he displayed for only one person.
and when megumi whispers “mom is so pretty.” satoru can’t help but nod his head in agreement.
he makes a little nose in the back of his throat, somehow even more entranced with you than he was at seventeen and responds “the prettiest.”
but that’s not what he first noticed, or even what he first cared about.
when satoru met you, you were belligerent. you wanted nothing to do with him or his six eyes, even when he only greeted you with the highest respect and upmost amusement.
(he put out his hand for you to shake and laughed when you couldn’t do it. but really, how is a mere boy not supposed to laugh when someone is gawking at him?)
you spent months actively avoiding him—everyone, more like—getting close to only nanami and haibara in the simplest of terms.
but when satoru began to look for you—really look, beyond all of the amused observation and side comments he enjoyed making—things changed.
he found that you were… stubborn. cruel, for someone so young, so fortunate to be as powerful as you were.
he watched as you began to emerge from whatever depths you’d fallen into, becoming fast friends with the two people in your year, and bonding with both shoko and suguru so quickly that satoru was practically bewildered.
(and maybe a little bit jealous)
suguru was his best friend, but he wanted more attention. he wanted your eyes and your laughter—the same kind that everyone else got from you.
so satoru pushed himself closer, forced himself upon you and… there was a lot to gain.
maybe it was the simplest of things—the way you listened. you teased him like everyone, groaned when you saw him making his way toward you—but you listened when he spoke. your eyes were attentive, and not just because of his looks.
or maybe it was the understanding that came with time. the person who he had once merely glanced over who was now communicating with him in glances, nudging him when he was distracted, nodding along with his rants about suguru’s high morality, or yaga’s complaints.
satoru couldn’t help but be impressed, or grateful with the way you got him. the things that other people questioned but you never did.
or maybe it was just the way you made him feel.
the light, airy feeling that clan heads don’t get—especially when they’re born being just that. the easygoing, enamored, wanderlust feeling that satoru had never imagined for himself.
the feeling that you saw him for something more than his god-given looks, more than his unbelievable strength.
that subtle conviction that made him feel like he could choose, perhaps, instead of just being chosen.
there’s much to gain from love, satoru realizes, only years later when he’s stopped pushing himself away from it.
there’s much to be gained from being loved.
…and if, maybe, he realizes that you’re probably the most beautiful person in existence and not him?
well, everything has its consequences.
#their childhood needs to be studied in a lab really#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#a typical family#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x y/n#satoru x reader#satoru x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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tags: steddie, nsfw, the homoeroticism of knowing you could treat them better
🥵🍆💦
"Okay," Robin smirks at Eddie as she pops the open button on the microwave in Steve’s kitchen, "But you understand how pathetically gay you sound right now, yes?" She pulls out a fragrant paper bag of popcorn; she says that she likes to have an extra bag before retiring after one of their movie nights.
Eddie scowls, forgetting that Steve's in the next room as he becomes revved up over a pet peeve that is less pet and more a wild animal, "It's not gay to appreciate a work of art." He gestures wildly, the lights above catch on his heavy silver rings, "It's not gay to understand that a sweet, beautiful boy is tragically unloved."
Robin snorts, pulling open the edges of the paper bag, releasing a plume of buttery steam, "No, pretty sure that's pretty gay. Next thing I know you'll declare 'no homo' while sucking his dick."
"I'd suck his dick better than Brittany or Betta or Betsy or whatever her name was," Eddie declares, sore at the memory of Steve's broken brow as he'd explained that his latest date had ridden his face and then gave him a pat on his shoulder, explaining that it was a nice time but not to expect a callback.
What an idiot, Eddie fumes to himself, neglecting to notice the shifting shadows in the hallway behind him; who doesn't enjoy a man who vehemently and vocally declares his love for going down on his partners? Eddie would kill for a partner willing to suck him dry.
Eddie may have blamed the deficiency on the female of the species, but Steve had allowed Eddie in the inner sanctum a few months ago: letting him know that it wasn’t only Robin and Eddie who were vehement friends of Dorothy, even if it was only Steve who enjoyed the full spectrum of the rainbow. And while B-whatever-her-name-was may be the source of Eddie’s ire right now, he knows that Steve has had likewise lousy luck with men whenever they’d ventured for their weekend nights out to Indy.
Each and every time Eddie had to endure Steve’s sad face a week or two later as he’d admitted that he thought his night’s partner may be up for more than just a brief bit of fun. And each and every time he’s been left dumbfounded because—
Eddie pulls at his hair, trying to work it out because—
Well. He can only imagine that every single person that’s walked away from Steve’s beautiful lips couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a fucking canon with the intelligence left over in their little pea brains. Because Steve Harrington is a goddamn catch and every one of them has let him escape their grasp.
Eddie’s too busy scowling down at his Reeboks to see Robin look over his shoulder and softly laugh. She scoops a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she swiftly leaves the kitchen, calling out, “I’m claiming the spare bedroom tonight—the one at the far end—see ya.”
Eddie looks up at the last minute, wondering at her sudden exit.
The air shifts again but Eddie doesn’t realise it until Steve’s right behind him. "Her name was Bella," Seve says in a low caress, close enough that his warm breath rustles Eddie's loose curls.
He stops, frozen, the touch of Steve's words making Eddie ache for something that he's wanted for such a very long time even as he’s unwilling to allow himself to think that Steve could mean anything by leaning in so close. But he can’t help but shiver, a tiny movement that brings his lips against Steve's sharp jaw, nearly stuttering, "Who?"
Strong arms wrap around him, bringing the broad planes of Steve’s chest against Eddie’s back, blunt fingers coming up to grip his jaw, directing Eddie’s lips to just under Steve’s.
Eddie freezes again in desperation, every single fantasy converging at once to break his brain and body while he tries to understand that the arms, hands and fingers wrapped around him are not an invention of a daydream.
"I’m saying,” Steve says patiently, eyeing Eddie with a dark gaze over his firm grip, "That I want you. Not Brittany or Betta or Betsy."
Eddie swallows around the knot in his throat.
"Just you," Steve repeats, a steady weight holding down his words that has Eddie’s gaze flying up to meet the hard pressure of hazel eyes bearing down on him. A force that has Eddie’s heart knocking heavily against his ribs, his breath shuddering against his frame, pressing taut and bullying against the thin of Eddie’s skin as he meets Steve’s expectant gaze.
And suddenly Eddie is angry.
Furious.
He’s had to endure weeks and months of listening to Steve be sad. Listening to Steve tell of glum exploits where women and men haven’t appreciated his freely-given love. Where it hadn’t mattered how quickly and devotedly Steve would put himself forward, that his partner would pat him on the back and distance him or herself after.
Eddie is furious and he glares at Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes, so close to his own and suddenly wide at the clear fury in Eddie’s eyes. Steve stumbles back, “What…” But Eddie lowers himself decisively, knees falling to the ground with a clear thump and thighs spreading as he knows with a deep conviction that he’s finally interpreting Steve’s actions correctly.
He looks up with dark eyes and presses into the tentative hand that falls against Eddie’s nape; Steve’s brows pull together, doubt drawing at them, “Eddie…”
Eddie glares up at Steve with all the strength of emotion running through him like the swift currents of a river. “No Steve, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”
He determinedly wraps his fingers around the zipper of Steve’s Levi’s and, as Steve chokes out his name again, Eddie glares up at him, daring Steve to take his prize away. “No, I’m done. You’ve given me permission now. You’ve given me a sliver of hope, and you’re not fucking taking it away.”
Eddie swiftly draws down the zipper, pulling down denim and soft cotton until Steve’s already hard cock bobs in front of him and he reaches forward quickly, hand already at its base and mouth open as he’s about to swallow him down but Steve’s hand buries itself in Eddie’s curls, gripping him tight.
“Do you want me?” Steve breathes and Eddie somehow finds it in himself to glower deeper, scowling up at Steve while refusing to speak. Inching forward until the tip of Steve’s cock hovers over Eddie’s open mouth. Steve curses and a heavy pearl of fluid drops from the tip to Eddie’s outstretched tongue. Eyes closing in contentment, he hears Steve choke as Eddie almost hums around the welcome flavour.
“Right,” Steve rasps roughly before pushing forward to rest against Eddie’s lips, he traces the heavy beads from his weeping slit against the petals of his mouth, breath running ragged before pressing further.
Eddie gasps, stretching his lips wide and pushing in and forward to embrace the cock intruding his mouth. His lashes flutter as he finally has the heavy weight of Steve’s cock resting on his tongue, stretching his mouth obscenely open before peering up to check where Steve’s at.
He needn’t have worried because Steve’s own mouth is hanging open with eyes darkly trained on Eddie. “So fucking pretty,” Steve gasps, gripping Eddie’s head to pull him closer. Choking Eddie as he moans, “Yes, fucking, yes, baby. Take it.” And Eddie does. Gratefully. Happily. Fucking swallows and devours and pistons back and forward until the bitter musk dripping from Steve’s dick is greedily consumed, taken within.
Steve cries out, throbbing powerfully and pouring into Eddie. Spilling and overflowing, fucking against his face until beads flood and stream out of his mouth. Eddie lets out a long, guttural and broken sound, grateful for the blessing that Steve fills him with.
He’s so consumed with the feel of Steve in him, surrounding him, that he barely registers the hardness in his own black denim until Steve drops to his knees too, meeting Eddie face to face before falling forward, fingers working his zipper open and mouth swallowing him whole.
Eddie gasps at the sudden sensation of the hot welcoming cavern of Steve’s mouth. He bucks, lightning shooting up his spine and overwhelmed at the attention as he thrusts once, twice and another before shuddering as he releases into Steve’s warm embrace.
Gasping, Eddie’s head falls forward to stare down at Steve in wonderment. In clear awe as he stares down at the beautiful boy in his lap. Mind blissed but still a niggle worries at the back of his mind, enough to have his hand reaching forward to Steve’s face, cupping his cheek and bringing him up to meet Eddie.
“Sweetheart,” the endearment drops from Eddie’s mouth without his permission.
Steve’s lips tug up, spreading in a grin and widening his eyes, “You want me, don’t you?” He asks, almost breathless.
“Yes. Fucking yes.” Eddie has nothing but honesty to his name at this point.
Steve smiles. Smug and fucking so proud of himself. He leans forward, “Then take me,” he whispers.
And Eddie does.
❤️ More steddie here
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Neck Kisses.
an: Pt I to the ‘kissing series’ I have / Just an insecure Ellie who you reassure
“You’re not even bad looking.” You sigh, scrubbing at the sudsy cooking pot as you glance over to where Ellie pouts on the couch, “If you were, then i’d be ugly too since i’m dating you.”
Ellie huffs. “No you’re not. You’re beautiful, and you damn well know it. Anyone with eyes could see that…” She runs a hand through her hair, frustration clear in her voice.
“And anyone with eyes could see you aren’t unattractive. Since when do you listen to what beerbelly men at dingy bars tell you?” You mutter, confused at why she was suddenly taking shit from some jackasses.
Her eyes roll. “Okay, you’re right. It’s not like people make fun of me for my looks every single day of my life. I’m beautiful, and I don’t see how I could even remotely be considered ugly!” Her words drip with sarcasm, frustration obvious in the way her voice is rising. “It’s not like I have a list of things wrong with me, ranging from my crooked teeth and broken nos—
“and pretty freckles, and equally pretty red hair..”
Her frown deepens as she glowers at you. “My freckles? Really. Why would anyone ever find my freckles cute?” She scoffs, a bitter expression on her face. “And my short hair? All I get told about it is that I look too much like a boy. You’re only trying to make me feel better to make up for what they said.”
“Yeah?” You hum as you dry your hands with a cloth, walking over to sit on her lap. A shudder runs down Ellie’s spine as your lips softly brush the skin of her jawline, her mouth falling open ever so slightly as her breath stutters. “H-hey…” She lets out an exasperated huff, her voice shaky.
“You’re a tease,” She mutters softly, though a small smile dances on her face.
“You’re so pretty t’me..” You let it slip, pressing your soft lips to her while your hands foam up and down her nape, the hairs standing up from your electrifying touch.
Ellie’s breath hitches as your lips now begin to brush against her cheek, a shudder running through her whole body. “You only say that because you have bad taste in women…” She mutters breathlessly, her fingers digging into your plush sides.
“Mm, do I?”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as your fingertips travel lower down her neck, her breath hitching as she nods. “Y-yeah…” She can’t help the slight quiver in her voice as her fingers slide up to your hair, burying themselves in the strands.
“Does my girlfriend like me though?”
Ellie lets out a breathless chuckle as your mouth travels lower, her breath hitching again. “Y-yes…” She murmurs, her fingers tightening in your hair. “Yes, she-” Another exhale stutters from her as she gasps and breaks off, her head falling to the side as you nip at her neck. “She does..”
“love y’so much, Elliebaby.”
A soft moan slips out between her parted lips, her eyes fluttering shut as your teeth worry at her skin. “F-fuuuck…” Her grip tightens in your tresses, her head tilting further to the side to give her easier access.
“God, I love you…” The words stumble from her mouth in a breathy haze, her voice dripping with affection
“And you’re never g’na listen to what some no-good, men who are cheating on their wives, say to you, right?”
Ellie’s voice is breathless as she struggles to form a witty reply, her words interrupted by small gasps and moans. “Yessss….” She manages to hiss out between breaths, her hold on you tightening.
“Never again…” Her voice is almost a plea as her body arches further against yours, her head falling back with a sharp inhale against the couch.
You’d be sure to give those men their lashings when the time comes. For now, you’re teaching Ellie some lessons.
#the last of us 2#Ellie Williams#ellie williams x f!reader#ellie williams x female reader#wlw#sapphic#tlou 2#tlou fanfiction
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༉ 𝗚𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀
🎀 incld: satoru, sukuna, choso, & geto
🎀 gn! reader
🎀 ‟there's no better quality time than gossiping with your boyfriend ”
𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂
biggest gossiper
literally has a time of your guys day specifically for where you guys just sit on your guys bed cozy, wrapped in each other's arms to talk shit or spill some tea about other people.
has a code name on everyone he and you guys don't like
“ain't that dora over there”
“yeah that's them, that wack ass haircut really stands out from the crowd"
will always make an eye contact with you whenever you guys hear or see something ridiculous, trying to hide his snickers with a cough
“baby, did i see that correctly”
“definitely, saw that shit clear as day”
AND you know you're gonna hear about it once you guys are home.
if he ever enter your home with a loud thud and a call of your name always followed with a giddy giggle YK THAT HE BOUTTA SPIT SOME SHIT🤭
“Baby!! you never guessed what just happened!”
ALWAYS gives you the best reaction to your gossip, never failing to let out the most exaggerated gasp ever
prob has those senses if you have gossip to spill, if Spiderman has spider sense, he has a bitch’s sense and it never fails him.
𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗼
didn't really grasp how gossiping works the first time tbh ╥﹏╥
“didn't we hate this person? why did you just talk to them then?”
baby it's called playing nice
type of bf that if you hate someone, he gotta be their hater too
GIVES THE MOST FUNNIEST YET CUTEST REACTION EVER
“Baby guess what, remember the girl that I told you about yesterday that's been soft launching her man?”
“Yeah?”
“Her man is actually her COUSIN!”
“∑(; °Д°)”
every time you keep dropping bomb after bomb his expression just became more concerning
“oh my god, baby are they okay? (;° ロ°)”
“its fine, we hate this person”
“oh, fuck them then”
“yeah fuck them!”
(｀∀´) (⋋‿⋌ )
learns some of the most juiciest gossips BUT ALWAYS FAILS TO ASK FOR DETAILS
“That one clingy couple in our class just broke up suddenly, and they look they hated each other's guts”
“WHAT, WHY?!”
“I don't know I never asked”
𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻
you don't how he does it, but whenever you have some anger or tea to spill, he's ready every fucking time.
“who we gonna hate today, pretty?”
LOVES gossiping, not because he cares about other people, but because he loves talking shit about them
has the most creative insults tbh
you sometimes have to pause to take in what he had just said
doesn't remember all the ppl you shit talk about, you have to remind him with the stupid names he calls them
“Remember the guy that I told you about last week?”
“Baby, you have to be more specific about that”
“Omfg, the one you compared with megamind!”
“oh that motherfucker, yeah i remember him, all that forehead and can't think for shit, that's crazy”
probably the type of person that purposely points at the person you just talked about to tease you.
𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂
a secret gossiper tbh
ALWAYS has something interesting going on with his gossips, you could never guess just what shit he's about to say next
drops the most gasping bombshell like it's your random Tuesday
“oh yeah, one of our professors just got fired since he allegedly had an affair with one of his students”
the type of person that's quiet but he knows all of the shits about so many people, like How'd you get this information sir? (°△°|||)
ppl trust him too much that they spill so many things in front of this man, but they don't know you're the first person he goes running back to talk about it.
“they said I can't tell this to anyone…but you know that girl-”
gives the biggest stank eye when the person y'all hate walks past him AND HE AIN'T TRYNNA HIDE IT
Can and will shit talk about the person right in front their fcking face.
"Heard you talking shit about me?"
"Want me to tell you again? you might missed some details"
likes and reblogs are appreciated<33
#reader insert#gn reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu geto#jjk satoru#jjk choso#jjk sukuna#satoru fluff#sukuna x reader#choso x reader#geto x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk hcs#jjk drabbles
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Hazbin hotel x “Would you love me if I were a worm?” 🪱
A/n: yes we’re doing this. Idk I js thought it’d funny. I wrote this while 🍃 soo ya. Anyways enjoy 🪐🪐
Adam:
“You’d be so fucking hot as a worm mama⭐️”
“😨”
LMAO
No but actually, he thinks you’d be so hot as a worm
Now Adam doesn’t have a thing for worms, but he has a thing for you.
Who cares if you’re a worm? You’re y/n!! And that’s all that matters to him <33
Alastor:
“A what now? 😀”
“A worm ☺️”
He’d be so confused of even the idea of the question, it’d be too much for him.
Of course, he’d say yes just for the charm, but Yk he’s just joshing.
Husk:
“No?? What the fuck..”
“😔”
Like Alastor, he’d also be so confused on the question.
Sure he def gave an answer, but he was so confused why you even asked him like he was going to say yes
Poor husk, you genuinely had him questioning your intelligence.
Don’t worry, he still loves you! But he just doesn’t wanna be in a relationship with a worm, im pretty sure most of us wouldn’t.
Vox:
*read*
Hey that was on you for texting him
Vox doesn’t feel like putting up with anyone else’s bs today, he already has Velvette and Val on his ass
If you ask him irl then he’s just gonna turn himself off, like straight up 🎚️👈
Relax he’ll be back, but don’t expect him to stick around for long if you ask him again
Lucifer:
“Ofc my love, you’d be the most beautiful worm in hell ❤️”
“Awhh 😭”
He’d actually love you if you were a worm, he’s a loverboy, so he’d talk about how much he’d take care of you.
“I’d feed you apples everyday and I’d make sure to be gentle when kissing you <33”
This man lives and breathes just to love you, and frankly he’s okay with that
#idk#hazbin hotel#viziepop#lol#x reader#hazbin hotel adam#adam hazbin hotel#fanfic#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#husk x reader#husk hazbin hotel#vox#vox x reader#vox hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel alastor#Alastor
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I think Aventurine has nightmares about his past.
Warning: mildly suggestive content
You're sleeping soundly in your bed until quiet groans and a panicked voice wake you up.
"Don't. Stop. Please, no, no. Don't. Don't."
You look over and see Aventurine clenching his fists and teeth, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and staining his pillow.
As expected, he was asleep.
This happened every few months. The very first time, you woke him up and tried to comfort him, asking him what happened and if he wanted to talk about it.
He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the terror of whatever he was seeing in his dream. You had never seen him look so scared before. The confident, cocky gambler who always won was nowhere to be found. His multi-colored eyes glistened from his tears.
But you only got to see it for an instant before his usual confident expression replaced it, wiping at his eyes.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, voice impossibly smooth.
You were taken aback at how quickly he changed, "yeah but it's okay... Are you okay?" You asked again.
He chuckled, "of course. Don't worry your pretty little face. Just a bad dream."
"What was it about?"
His eyes grew distant for a split second before replying, "nothing. I just lost a bet."
"Did you lose something important in that bet?"
"Nope. And in fact, I think I was about to win it all back." He grinned.
Your brow furrowed. What kind of bet would leave Aventurine in tears but not be important? It didn't make sense. You were about to say as much when he moved closer to you, kissing your jaw and down your neck.
"Aventurine what—"
"Shh, let me put you back to sleep. It's my fault you woke up."
He sucked on the space connecting your neck and shoulder and moved his hand down your body, knowing just what to do to have you melting under him.
Thoughts of his dream were lost amongst the sounds of your sighs and bodies together.
Aventurine did indeed put you back to sleep, but when you woke up the next morning, he was gone. Nothing but a note that said he had urgent business and wouldn't be back for a few days. Even his texts to you were short. It felt like he was avoiding you.
After about a month, things mostly went back to normal, but he didn't stay the night again until almost 6 months after the incident, always finding an excuse to leave, no matter how late it was.
Which is why now, whenever he had these nightmares, you didn't wake him. Instead, you just laid there, listening to his quiet sobs and pleas. Sometimes shedding your own tears for him.
He was a guarded person, and you realized you didn't know much about his past, but you hoped one day he would confide in you. That one day your gambler would take a gamble on you and share his pain. But until then, you would just stay by his side, so when he awoke from whatever horrors he was reliving, he would see you there: an anchor, a light, hope to sleep again and dream of a morrow without pain.
#posts#im so unwell about him#like#ugh#i need to write a proper fic#this was supposed to be reader comforting him but#not yet#lol#aventurine#hsr#hsr fics#aventurine x reader#x reader#my writing#aventurine fics#my writing - aventurine
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I Wanna Be Yours
pt 1
wc: 1.6k
warnings: douchey bf, mentions of sex, clubbing, alcohol, cheating (only a little)
pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader
ok guys i’m doing a series!! this is partially why i closed my requests, so if this does bad i might cry. idk how many parts it’s gonna be but here’s part 1, enjoy :)
You laid back with a sigh and watched your boyfriend get up. He immediately pulled out his phone and called his friend.
“Yeah. Yeah man, I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and turned to you. You were sweaty, tired, and uncomfortable; he couldn’t get you to cum to save his life. “Ima hang out with the boys babe.”
You frowned. “You’re leaving already? You just.. you just got here.”
He shrugged and threw a shirt on. “Yeah, but we already fucked.”
There it was again. Your boyfriend, the guy who supposedly was in love with you, taking part in his usual after sex ritual. You’d go to either of your places, fuck, and he’d either leave completely or pay no mind to you after.
It felt like a casual hookup, and it made you feel awful.
“Plus, I’m taking you out tomorrow night. Isn’t that enough?” He hoisted his shorts back onto his waist and fixed his hair in the mirror.
“I guess.” You sighed.
He walked towards the bedroom door. “Love you babe.”
You watched him leave without saying anything in return. Your eyes shut and you took a deep breath. It wasn’t unusual for him to act this way, hell it was the only way you knew he acted, but it still hurt every time.
Your friend slung her arm around your shoulder as you left class. “Yeah, then he just left.” You finished explaining yesterdays events to her.
“Girl, you’ve gotta dump his ass.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Come out with me and the girls tonight, we can go to a club and find you someone new.”
“I can’t, Ryan planned a date night today. Some sort of dinner thing.” You shrugged. “Maybe another time.”
She gave you a knowing look. “Fine, just call if you need anything, or if you change your mind.” She smirked before walking away.
You touched up your makeup and hair in the mirror. The black bodycon dress you wore made you look incredible. He had told you earlier to dress nice, so you found the nicest thing in your closet and threw it on.
Ryan was coming from one of his friends apartments, so you had to meet him at the restaurant.
You pulled up outside of the place and found a parking spot. It looked nice on the outside, pretty yellow lights hanging around the outdoor seating, surprisingly beautiful architecture considering it’s a restaurant.
It was nice, and you knew this was Ryan trying to make up for everything. You headed inside and a hosted led you to the table that he reserved for the two of you.
Once you sat down and ordered a water, you checked the time. He was running a few minutes late, which was normal.
A little more time had passed. A waitress had come to ask if you wanted to order, and you shook your head and said to wait a few more minutes.
Well, those few minutes passed and there was still no sign of your boyfriend showing up. You pulled out your phone and called him.
No answer.
You called him again, no answer.
You sent a few texts asking where he was, if he was okay, and if he’d be there soon.
A few minutes later you checked your phone and there was still no answer. The waitress had come back to the table and she noticed the tears welling in your eyes. “Listen, I know you’re waiting for someone miss, but I’d hate to see you wait here all night for them.”
You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll- Ill be leaving now, thank you.” You gave her a polite smile and gathered your purse and jacket before leaving the restaurant.
The second you got into the car the tears started flowing. In the end, you weren’t surprised this happened. He was a shit boyfriend and always ended up making you feel this way.
You pulled out your phone and dialed a number. “Hello?” The voice rang out over the loud sound of music behind it.
“What club are you at?” You spoke through tears.
“Oh, sweetie.” You friend frowned and you could hear it through her voice. “The usual. He didn’t show up?”
“Don’t wanna talk about it. Be there in 15.” You hung up and immediately started driving to the club.
You’d been on the road for 10 minutes and there was still no answer from Ryan. The second you parked you checked his location, and it showed that he was still at his friends house.
You quickly got it off your screen and rushed into the club, trying hard to find your friends. You also were trying hard to not let the tears in your eyes fall, but it was proving to be difficult.
Once you finally spotted them, you made a beeline towards the back of the club. Except you didn’t make it very far. You ran straight into a tall figure.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” The figure turned around and a brunette stared down at you.
She must’ve seen your shaken state and shook her head softly. “No worries.” She paused. “Are you okay?”
You blinked a few times and your eyes met hers. They were soft and brown and you felt yourself immediately being pulled in.
“Hello?” She waved her hand gently in front of your face.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m- I’m okay.” You smiled a bit at her.
She smiled back and nodded. “I’m Nika, by the way.”
The second you heard her name it clicked in your head who you were talking to. Your eyes widened a bit. You were new to the UConn scene, only arriving as a transfer at the beginning of the year, but of course you had heard about Nika Muhl.
“I- I know.” You shook your head immediately. “I mean, I’ve seen you. Fuck- I’ve seen your games.” You let out a long breath and looked away from her. “Sorry, I’m a mess right now.”
She couldn’t help but smile at your nerves. She thought it was adorable. Nika laughed softly. “I’ve never seen you around before, y’know.”
“I transferred from Boston College this year.” You met her eyes again and realized her gaze hadn’t left you.
She nodded. “Why don’t I get you a drink, then you can tell me more?”
A small smile twitched at your lips. “Deal.”
The rest of the night went smoothly. You and Nika talked, and both of your groups of friends had been long forgotten.
Everything was going great until she asked about the one thing you hoped she wouldn’t. “So.. d’you have a boyfriend or anything?”
You froze for a second and took a deep breath. “I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I do.”
She nodded and took a sip of her drink to mask her disappointment, but she didn’t miss the tone of your voice when you answered.
“He’s.. awful though. I’m only here because he forgot about our date night.” You took a sip of your drink after that.
She scoffed. “What a dick.” She couldn’t believe that anyone could treat a girl like you that way. Nika had only known you for less than a few hours but she knew you were special, and deserved to be treated as such.
You shrugged and looked down at your lap. You fidgeted with the promise ring on your finger, only feeling more hurt by looking at it.
She watched you for a moment before standing up and pulled your hands out of your lap. “C’mon, let’s go dance. Forget about him.”
“Oh, no I-“ You shook your head. “I’m not a dancer.”
“Neither am I, but have some fun, yeah?”
You sighed and got up, letting her lead you to where everyone was huddled together and dancing. You stood there awkwardly for a moment before Nika started swaying, moving your arms around.
You couldn’t help but smile at her, and she smiled back. You started swaying on your own, dancing along to the music blaring from the overhead speakers.
More people joined their friends on the dance floor and it started feeling like a can of sardines. At this point, you were practically pressed against Nika.
The heat radiating off her body could be felt a mile away. You shouldn’t have been doing this with her, you had a boyfriend, but she was so beautiful and kind, you couldn’t help yourself.
Her hands found your waist and you let her rest them there. How could something so incredibly wrong feel so good?
Nika’s brown eyes stared down at you as you danced against her. Her gaze flickered lower, landing on your lips. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned in and kissed you feverishly.
You melted against her, letting the kiss consume you whole. But then Ryan’s face popped into your head. You were out, kissing a girl in a club, while Ryan was probably at his friends house asleep. He had no idea, and even though he was awful, you couldn’t do this to him.
You pulled away from her and took a step back. “I- I can’t do this, Nika. I have a boyfriend-“
“Yeah, but he’s a douche, and you deserve better.” She cut you off.
You shook your head. “But this.. this is wrong. I’m sorry.” You quickly pushed your way out of the crowd of people and through the exit of the club. You reached your car and let out a deep breath.
You ran a hand over your face and blinked a few times. “What the fuck did I just do?”
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roommates
ryomen sukuna x f!reader
**part of my best friend's (older brother) fic
previous part linked here
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sukuna wakes up to the feeling of your hands running through his hair again, only to find his head entangled in between your criss crossed legs. he’s barely able to make out the contents of the room – the dim light peeking out from underneath the curtains and from the pale red of the alarm clock on the side table barely helping.
“hey. i –” he mumbles.
“sorry if i woke you.” you respond quietly, to which he gives you an almost too aggressive shrug, which you half predicted was coming anyways.
“are you hungry? i can –”
you lightly lift your thumbs and place them on his forehead, pushing him back down against your legs as you shake your head. you can tell that he slightly gives up, surely due to the fact that he really isn’t awake yet, as he looks up at you, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
“slow down. i’ll help you with breakfast, yeah?” you murmur.
“you mean you’ll watch?” he mumbles.
“i’ll watch.” you confirm.
he gives you a small smile.
“how’s your eye, pretty girl?”
you smile.
“better i think. feels less swollen today.”
sukuna pushes up off the bed, only to quickly turn around, cupping his hands around your cheeks as he inspects with his eyes, expression dripping with concern. you reach forward, pressing your thumb into the wrinkles of his forehead, as you try your best to soothe them away.
“you shouldn’t frown so much. it’ll give you wrinkles, grandpa.”
“does it still hurt?”
“eh. it’s okay.”
sukuna gives you a disbelieving look, before hooking his hands under your chin and angling your face up towards him. and the ends of his hair, messily matted against his forehead, tickle your skin, as he leans forward, lightly pressing his lips to the bruised area on your skin.
“did that hurt?” he whispers.
you feign shock. only because the warm, surging feelings you get start to get so overwhelming that you can’t exactly put them into words. and that really, they’d be too big for him too, especially after last night.
“only my heart! you’re really cute, you know that?” you exaggerate.
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“there’s no need to be so sarcastic this early in the morning. i was trying to do that sweet romantic shit you like.” he responds, irritated as he drops his hands to your sides and pulls you closer.
you laugh.
“but really. i mean it. that was really cute of you. i love when you attempt to do sweet romantic shit for me.” you joke.
he rolls his eyes, before leaning forward and presses a kiss to your cheek, before tucking his face into the crook of your neck.
“you’re awake so early?” he asks.
“just thinking.”
sukuna deflates a little, before pulling back.
“about what i told you last night?”
“yeah. amongst other things, though.”
sukuna offers you a smile.
“good or bad?”
you shake your head.
“it’s always good when i think of you.” you state.
sukuna raises his eyebrows.
“you think good thoughts of me when i leave the toilet seat up? because the ten texts you send me afterwards say otherwise.”
“well, there’s some exceptions. that gets really annoying. but really, overwhelmingly good for the most part.”
sukuna leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he flutters his eyes shut. his breathing is quiet, almost too quiet, and you can tell from the lingering touches that there’s something simmering in his head.
“penny for your thoughts?” he whispers.
you smile, before pressing your index finger against his chest.
“just thinking about that.”
“your stress balls?”
“your heart, idiot.”
he pauses.
“what about it?” he asks.
you pause.
“i woke up and i…i was thinking about what you said. really, about how grateful i am that you still ended up here next to me. and i pressed my hand against your chest, to feel that it was still thrumming there underneath my fingertips. and…and then i got really emotional because… because i get it now. you promise on my heart, because it’s more important to you than yours. and really, maybe it was thinking about the fact that i almost lost yours…or didn’t get to have it in the first place that i realized. your heart is the most precious thing i have to promise on too.”
sukuna hears a sniffle, only to look up and find wet tears in your eyes.
“are you crying, baby?”
you shake your head.
“no. i just woke up.”
sukuna laughs.
“quit being weird. it’s normal to cry.” he responds, reaching forward to swipe the wetness away from your cheek.
you scoff.
“easy for you to say. i cry way more than you.”
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“that’s not true. i just don’t do it in front of you.”
“well, that’s even worse. you know you can cry in front of me, right?”
sukuna smiles, before leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
“i know. i’m just…i get overwhelmed sometimes by the whole sweet and caring girlfriend who loves me type of thing. but i’m coming around to it.”
you smile, your hunch confirmed, as you reach forward to pinch his cheek.
“i’m fine waiting.” you jest.
he smiles.
“seeing yuuji later today?”
“yeah. we’re getting coffee before i go to work.”
“you think he’ll grovel? because if he doesn’t, i’m going to give him a shiner to match.” sukuna asks.
you give him an irritated look before you pause.
“i think he’ll finally give it a chance. or somewhat of a chance, just because he feels bad.” you state.
“well, thank god. i feel like that’s all he needs to see. he has some shit misconception of how i treat you, how i treat other women.”
you shrug.
“i don’t know. i feel like he actually knows you’re really good to me. i think he’s just…it just gets complicated with past stuff, you know?” you offer.
“every time we’ve argued, it’s always some bullshit about how i’m being careless again and doing it with you. how i’m not good enough to treat you the way you deserve.”
“you know, he really does think highly of you. he knows you wouldn’t do that, especially not to someone he cared about. i think he just feels insecure or less than about it with everything else.” you state.
you sigh.
“i’ve been thinking about it since i woke up. he…he doesn’t really know about anything you told me last night, right?” you ask.
“the only person who knows that is you.”
you give him a halfhearted smile.
“he plays a lot of comparison games. it’s not really his fault, with the way your dad is, but…but it’s probably really hard for him to see how different things are. i mean relationships wise, your parents would be much happier with us than they are with him. it can’t exactly be an easy sight to stomach, especially when he’s always been jealous of that aspect of things. about how other people get to be out in the open without scrutiny and he won’t ever get to be.”
“i watched my dad insult you at dinner. happier, my ass.” he deadpans.
you frown.
“that’s true. but i still got to sit at that table. you don’t think he’d throw out whoever yuuji tried to bring home? megumi wouldn’t even make it one step past that door.” you whisper.
sukuna sighs.
“as shitty as it is, your dad will eventually come around when he realizes it’s sammy who’s going to help me. and really, he’s going to proudly boast that his new daughter in law could potentially be a doctor, because those are the only things he really cares about.”
you pause.
“yuuji’s always had to compete for attention. always tried his hardest to…i don’t know, get noticed when you were there. he must feel like i forgot all about him and is lashing out because of it.”
sukuna pinches his eyes.
“and what does he do to you? because he’s drunk out of his mind dancing on top of the bar and you’re crying in bathrooms getting consoled by strangers until i came and dragged you out of there. if someone forgot about the other, it was definitely him.”
you sigh.
“we’ve both made our fair share of mistakes. i think we just need to put it all to rest. and when things come around to it, i think it would be really sweet for all three of us to do something together.” you state.
sukuna gives you a nod.
in all honesty, it sounds less than ideal – being around you and yuuji at the same time, given every past encounter – but the glimmering hope in your eyes means that he has to swallow it down and promise to at least try.
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[sammy]: be there in ten.
[sammy]: btw. bringing my girlfriend.
you’ve been staring at the two messages for the past seven minutes, since they lit up the screen of your phone.
“relax. just be normal.” sukuna states.
“am i like…supposed to say something? she never really told me she was gay, like…like should i address it and tell her good job or…”
“you should definitely not tell her good job. if she didn’t think it warranted a whole talk, then don’t make it into one.” sukuna offers.
you nod, rubbing at the sides of your arms, as he comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing.
“it’s not that intimidating. you’ll be fine.”
“did you have to do this with yuuji? did you like get him something or –”
“we all knew already. when he told me had a boyfriend, i just told him it was cool.”
“right, well, i had no idea. oh my god, should i have known?”
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“you’ve seen sammy with four or five different guys. i’m pretty sure we were all aware that the only person our house who was hopelessly pining over you was me, not him. and how were you supposed to know? hell, i’m sure at some point sammy didn’t even know herself.”
“that’s true. just…just tap me if i’m being weird. and help me because i –”
the doorbell rings and sukuna leans forward to press one last kiss to your cheek before the two of you shuffle to the front. and when he swings the door open, you can feel your throat dry.
“hey! how’s your eye, kid?” sammy asks, reaching forward to quickly wrap your arms around you as she shuffles inside.
it’s almost too fast the entire way it happens. sammy’s handing sukuna the box of donuts as the two of them start shoving each other and you and mai, who you haven’t seen each other in weeks at this point, are awkwardly lingering by the front near each other as you shut the door.
“you’re dating my sister?” you whisper.
“i obviously didn’t know she was your sister.” she whispers back, white knuckles gripped around the flowers in her hand.
“how did you not know she was my sister?”
“she always mentioned you by some nickname she has for you. she obviously didn’t show me a picture or anything, i just –”
she stops promptly as sukuna walks up to your side, slithering a hand around your waist, as the two of you straighten up, giving him a smile.
“it’s nice to meet you. my name is sukuna, i’m y/n’s boyfriend.”
“mai. i’m sammy’s girlfriend. obviously, but..but you know. because why else would i be here?”
sammy gives her a weird look as she walks up to her side, slithering her hand in with hers.
“are you good?” sammy asks.
“yeah. yeah, i just want to use the bathroom if that’s okay?” mai asks.
“for sure. which way sukuna?” sammy asks.
“down the hall to the right.”
the two of them give you a polite smile, before sammy shows her down the way and you turn on your heel to face sukuna.
“sukuna.” you whisper.
“what?”
“i know sammy’s girlfriend.”
“you do?”
“mai. like my roommate mai? at the dorms?”
“wait. the one who’s always –”
“seeing all the different people! yes! the same mai!”
sukuna crosses his hands across his chest.
“okay, now that wouldn’t be a good thing to bring up.”
“sukuna. she dates so many people. she’s going to get bored and leave sammy.” you deadpan.
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“don’t go assuming stuff based on the past. if you applied that logic, you could say the same thing about me.”
“okay, but you’re an exception.”
sukuna places his hands on your cheeks and squeezes hard.
“and she could be too. i’m telling you right now that this is not a good idea.”
you sigh.
“sukuna –”
“i know you’re not going to start being a hypocrite now. because you know what’s going to happen if you do and sammy’s going to pull away, just when you started being friends again. i know you have a lot going up on here, but i’m asking you to swallow it down for today and put it away for your own good.”
you groan. only because it’s irritating how right he is. you’d do exactly to sammy what yuuji did to you – and somehow, it would be even worse. because it’s one type of pain, to not have yuuji trust you in the face of everything. but to crash down the bridge you had just rebuilt with sammy over something as trivial as this, it…it wasn’t worth it in the slightest.
and really, that there was nothing wrong with mai. she brought guys over, but only before she asked for your permission – the subpar living situation that you were in prior to staying with sukuna was actually because you had an incapability of saying no to her.
she’d always help you without asking questions, help you find an outfit to impress sukuna’s friends and set your hair just right to make sure you liked it. without judgment, with no questions asked.
and really, if sammy saw something in her, you weren’t going to be the one to doubt her intentions. sammy and mai return, the two of them giving you half hearted smiles, as you all face each other.
“i would just like to make it very clear. mai just told me how you guys know each other.” sammy states.
“right. well, i just told sukuna too so we’re all on the same page.” you mumble.
you rub your palms against your pants.
“sorry for being weird mai. i was just kind of caught off guard, but it’s really nice to see you. it’s been a while.” you offer.
“right. well, that’s partially my fault. i kind of stole your roommate.” sukuna says.
the joke is enough to lighten the air a little, as you all laugh, and sukuna squeezes your hand at his side.
“that’s fine. it works well for us, because sammy ends up sleeping over almost every night.” mai responds.
sukuna turns to you, leaning forward.
“now you don’t have to feel bad about paying the rent there. your sister’s the one using the space.”
you turn to sammy.
“i expect cash in full.” you respond.
“hilarious. now let me look at your eye.” sammy says.
mai and sukuna shuffle off to the side of the kitchen, as he starts setting the tea kettle with her help.
“does it still hurt?”
“no, doctor sammy.” you exaggerate.
sammy reaches forward, lightly pressing her fingers into the area around your skin before she lets go.
“well, let’s hear it.” sammy states.
“hear what?”
“you’re not going to be weird?” sammy asks.
you scoff.
“do you just find me strange?”
“i mean. maybe a little.”
you shove her in the side.
“bitch.”
“i was expecting a whole weird…awkward talk about me being gay. figured you say something that was entirely strange, but that your heart would be in the right place.”
you shrug.
“do you want to have a whole big talk? because we don’t have to. and it’s unfair that you have to have one just because you’re gay and feel the need to address it if you don’t want to.”
sammy smiles.
“thanks. i just…”
she pauses, as she looks down at her hands and starts to twist the rings on her fingers.
“i figured that you were probably shocked. given how hard of a time that i’ve given yuuji…which, you have to know i feel horrible about.”
you smile.
“i know.”
“i was just…jealous of him. for a lot of reasons. because he was close with you, because he wasn’t ashamed of it, and really that he got to be out in the open with megumi while i was sitting on dates trying so desperately trying to convince myself i liked it just because it would be easier if i could.”
you lean forward, tucking your chin into the little divot of her shoulder as you wrap your arms around her.
“i do hope you realized that it’s not easier. and that you can have your cake and eat it too.” you respond.
“yeah, well. she’s kind of perfect. she’s never done this whole…dating girls type thing either so we’re kind of figuring it out together. and it’s kind of nice to do that and kind of decide what works and what doesn’t for us.”
you smile.
“well, i’m really glad you get to have that. and that you brought her here, even if i was being weird about it before.”
sammy shrugs.
“i want to punch you in the face.” sammy states.
you glare at her.
“that’s so sweet of you!” you respond, sarcastically.
“no, i’m being serious. there’s a term for it, when something is so…so nice you just want to…” she says, gesturing with a fist in her hand.
“oh. cuteness aggression?”
“yes! that.”
“okay, well. you can just be a normal person and tell me you love me instead of saying you want to punch me in the face. not even twenty four hours after i got punched in the face mind you.”
“speaking of, when are you seeing him? he feels really bad.”
“later today.”
sammy offers you a smile.
“it’ll go well.”
“yeah, yeah, i think so too.”
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“ryomen.”
sukuna looks to his left to find sammy standing at his side, hands crossed over her chest. he spares you an irritated glance – but really delighting in the fact that it makes you smile – before looking at her.
“can i help you, samantha?”
“do you ever call her samantha?” you ask.
“no. just sammy. do you ever call him ryomen?” mai asks in return.
“yeah. if i’m in a good mood.”
sammy smacks her hands down on sukuna’s shoulders and squeezes hard.
“and i bet like the caveman he is, it drives him crazy!”
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“does not.” he retorts, though the pink flush creeping up his neck kind of gives it away.
you turn to mai, shaking your head. you watch as sukuna pushes off the table, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before him and sammy shuffle off to the corner of the room, where they talk in hushed tones.
“so.” sammy starts.
“so.”
sukuna leans against the back wall, as sammy follows suit, until the two of you are facing the spot you just left, getting a clear cut vantage of where you were sitting with mai.
“how was she last night? hopefully not too broken up after everything your dad said?” sammy asks.
“she’s good. we, um…we had a really good night. don’t worry about her.”
“ew. you’re a dog. while she had a black eye?”
sukuna wrinkles his nose.
“we had a good talk, dumbass. you’re disgusting.”
“i was teasing.” sammy clarifies.
it’s a quiet beat, as the two of them watch you and laugh off in the far distance, small whispers of smiles echoing on both of their faces.
“did you have something you wanted to say? i was expecting a whole threatening big sister talk when we came over here.” sukuna asks.
“well, in all honesty, i considered it. but, i don’t think it’s really necessary. i can tell that you’ve been waiting for her for a long time. you’re not exactly planning on letting her go anytime soon.”
“well, you’d be right about that.”
“what i did want to say is that you can’t hold out on her.”
sukuna turns his head to the side.
“what do you mean?”
“things are really nice right now, sukuna. they've been sweet and soft as you guys kind of figure out how to do all of this. am i right?”
“yeah…”
“when things get harder, which they inevitably will, you can’t hold out on her. i know her but i also know you. she’s going to be the type to run to your side. and you can’t be the type to run away.”
sukuna can feel his throat dry.
“i know you’ve been doing really good with her. and that you’ve been trying and that means the world to her. i’m just asking that if you get an urge to run, don’t. not only just for her, but she’s going to be there for you and you should just let her. you deserve that just as much as someone else.”
sukuna can feel some weird simmering in his chest as sammy leans her head against his shoulder, a gesture that he returns by resting his own on top of hers. and really, that horrible block that he gets in his throat that he’s been working on melting seems to come back in full flesh, so much so that he can’t muster a response to sammy.
that he knows that she’s right. that he has no intention, and that really, he’d fight every instinct to get it right because he knows, deep down, that this is going to be it for him. that it was going to be you or nothing.
“you have nothing to say to that?”
sukuna smiles. he can hear the light jest, but he knows that it comes from a well meaning place. and that sammy, of all people, was well versed enough with him to know that there would be no confession, at least not until a few days later when he was ready to say it.
“i was just thinking about how unfair it is.”
“unfair what is?”
“that yuuji gets to have me as an older brother. and that y/n gets to have you as an older sister. and you know, in some way, you’ve always been an older sister to me too. we’ve always had someone to look out for us like that, all of us except you.”
sammy smiles.
“you think i’m like an older sister to you?”
sukuna shrugs.
“well, you’ll be my little brother someday, so it’s only fitting.”
“right well, i do have something to ask too.” sukuna states.
“what’s that?”
“i’ve heard about this roommate before. and i hope you know that that this is coming out a place of love, but…are you really sure? given her past and everything?”
sammy scoffs.
“that’s rich coming from you.”
“it takes one to know one, sammy. i’ve been set on y/n because she’s always been it for me. but i’m just asking you if you’re sure since you just met each other.”
sukuna can see that she’s annoyed – only because his reasoning is sound enough that she has to at least consider what he’s saying. which is the exact reason that he stopped you in your tracks earlier and took it upon himself to ask.
“contrary to your beliefs, i have been to that apartment. hell, i swear there was even a guy there the last time i visited, which was a while ago, i’ll admit. y/n cares about you an awful deal and i do too, we just want to make sure you’re happy.” sukuna states.
sammy gives him a small smile.
“i appreciate that. but i’m smart, and i’m just trying to figure things out as they go. i promise i’ll tap out at the first sign of red flags, because i’ve had my fair share of those and have somewhat of an idea of telling right from wrong.”
sukuna gives a smile back.
“alright, sam. i’ll take your word for it.”
“speaking of taking words as what they are…what are we going to do about yuuji?”
sukuna sighs.
“if he doesn’t give in today, i fear he’s a lost cause forever.”
“do something. he’s your brother.”
sukuna glares.
“yeah, well you told y/n to get in the middle of us and got her punched in the face. i don’t exactly take advice from you, sammy.”
“i thought he saw her.” she defends.
“i didn’t even see her.”
sammy scoffs.
“still. i think you need to talk to him, without making shit comments to him about how he hasn’t learned how to share, for her sake.”
sukuna cringes.
“how do you know about that?”
“he was blabbering a lot last night. mostly apologetic, but i just hope it didn’t wear off by the time they see each other later. either way, her birthday is coming up and i want to make it really nice for her, since you know, it’s the first one i’ll be invited to but…but you know, i want everyone she loves there. getting along.”
sukuna sighs.
“yeah. i agree.”
“hey guys!”
sukuna and sammy turn to the left, at the sound of your voice.
“i have to go soon, but mai and i wanted to take a picture together! we can set it on the timer.”
sukuna makes his way over, feeling his chest tighten at the sight of your bright smile, as you open up your arm to him.
“you guys looked deep in thought over there, everything good?” you whisper.
“do you do anything but worry?”
“sue me!” you respond.
“oh god.” mai states.
“what?” you ask.
“you say that too. every time i make the slightest comment, sammy’s go to is to say sue me! i’ve started a jar at this point, she has to put a dollar in it every time she says it.”
“that’s a great idea, mai.” sukuna states.
“okay, sue us! jesus.” sammy complains, before gesturing for them to get closer.
the four of you laugh, before leaning in for the frame of the picture.
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an: thank you for your patience 💌 i've had the longest month of my life - an ungodly mix of applying for executive positions, spending time in our student lead encampment as a medic, taking finals, watching all my friends graduate, working as a medic at graduation (I gave CPR for the first time while our celebrity guest gave a speech which was horrifying), and then came down with a fever. this semester/year was heavily painful and the hardest of college so far but i got recognized with a leadership award that gave me 1. imposter syndrome but 2. made me feel really seen for all the work i've been doing and the struggles i've had this year so it felt really full circle :') basically sentimental stuff all around. but im back for all summer and hopefully uploading regularly! do apologize if this isn't up to regular quality/boring because I 1. have a fever and a pink eye 2. out of touch with writing but hoping to get back into it! birthday chapter next (also like this chapter was a LOT of set up for stuff later so trust)
side note: birds of a feather by billie eilish is so bsfs older brother sukuna!!!!
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I have seen multiple Silm fics now where Elrond ends up taking in/becoming lord of the remaining Feanorians after M&M's deaths. I think this is a great idea for a few reasons:
All the remaining Feanorians are diehard followers who aren't fit for civil society and I think Elrond is the only one who can stop them from choosing violence
They're probably pretty fucked up and could use the attention of Middle Earth's best healer (physically and mentally)
If the Feanorians are busy making sure Elrond sleeps enough they'll have less time to scheme and do crime
Elrond has a highly-competent Feanorian bodyguard, Elrond spends most of his time with Gil-Galad, therefore, Gil-Galad effectively also now has a highly-competent Feanorian bodyguard, which is a good thing given what tends to happen to high-kings of the Noldor
Smiling sunshine Peredhel being followed by an escort of the scariest imaginable murder elves will never not be funny
That said, I feel like we don't talk enough about how absolutely insane that would be from an outside perspective. Like the twin sons of a Nolofinwean prince and a Sindarin princess show up in your camp having been stolen from their home and held hostage by Feanorians for deacdes. This is the first time they've been free since they were six years old. Even if the hostages thing wasn't really true after a while it's still absolutely what everyone else would assumed.
And then later the Feanorians show up looking pathetic after their last lords die. And all of a sudden one of their former hostages is volunteering to effectively put himself in their custody again. There was no way that did not set off every imaginable alarm bell for most of the people in Gil-Galad's camp. I'm pretty sure most of them assumed that Elrond had been brainwashed and was willingly becoming a Feanorian prisoner/hostage again (rumors not helped by him constantly being trailed by the scariest murder elves in existence). A few of the others probably thought Elrond was doing it as part of some long-haul revenge plot against them. You cannot tell me everyone was just okay with him doing that. That is a situation made entirely out of red flags.
#silmarillion#silm headcanons#elrond#elrond peredhel#kidnap fam#kidnap dads#feanorians#elrond bby what the fuck are you doing#I support him but still#Gil-galad probably had to deal with so much bullshit because of the peredhel
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Hey sex witch, as a cis man who is both into spontaneity and safe sex, what is the best way to carry condoms around safely and practically. I've seen advice again keeping them in a wallet or pocket, but those seem to be the only practical options to ensure you have some on you when needed?
Is there a better way to carry these?
hi anon,
I applaud you for your dedication to figuring out the safest way to be spontaneous!
first, let's discuss why, exactly, pockets and wallets are less than optimal for condom storage. there are two primary issues here: the risk of jostling, and temperature. the latter is pretty simple; condoms don't like to be stored in warm environments, and right up against your hot little human body unfortunately qualifies. prolonged exposure to warmth can break condoms down and make them less effective, which is not a good time for anybody, which rules out pockets right away.
("Makenzie aren't they made to literally go on a hot little human body" yes, and they do not stay there for very long when they're in use. this is the difference between going for a little walk when it's hot out vs standing outside in 80 degree heat all day every day.)
okay, so what about storing condoms in your wallet and just not keeping the wallet in your pocket? now we've reached our second issue, which is that getting battered around too much can also degrade the effectiveness of your condom. I'm not saying you should never, say, fill a piñata with wrapped condoms, a thing I did last night, but if you're jostling around your condom in between all of the things in your wallet that you use on a regular basis then we might be entering the danger zone.
so: what's a discerning condom-user to do?
if you're not carrying your wallet on your immediate person and can provide your condoms a little room of their own within the wallet, I don't hate that. I also realize that men are disadvantaged here re: having somewhere else to keep the wallet; broadly speaking y'all are given less options for functional ways to carry around your accoutrements and that's bullshit.
outside of the wallet, maintaining a discreet secondary billfold that's just for condoms may be a good idea. especially if you also keep a little lube in there? deeply sexy thing to have, in my personal opinion. I've also heard of people using empty tins for breath mints or similar such items for their condom storage, which I like a lot. if you open this thing to reveal it's full of safer sex options the panties are hitting the floor.
I also want to say that short term wallet storage - for instance, popping some condoms into your wallet when you're heading out to a situation where sex is a possibility - will not do you harm, as long as you have the presence of mind to remove them promptly and return them to a location in your home where they are not getting jostled or being exposed to any particularly high or low temperatures. (also, crucially: do no keep them in your car, for the aforementioned temperature reasons.)
if you want something that will be suitable to have on hand long term, ready to rumble at any moment even if you did not leave the house expecting to bone down, that's when it's time to start exploring your options for small containers that could make suitable condom housing. get creative with it. get silly, even.
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the elevator
pairing: Spencer Reid x reader
content/warnings: fluff!!, soulmate!au
summary: an AU where you'll see color once you meet your soulmate.
note: hey!!! really wanted to have this written since I've been obsessed with Lizzy Mcalpine's recent album.
"Fuck!" You curse at yourself for sleeping off the 5 alarms you set today. You we're set to meet the head of the Behavioral Analysis Unit for a job opportunity. I mean it wasn't everyday the FBI would offer you a job especially since all you did was login to their server. Okay. I guess "logging in" was a better way of saying it. More like you hacked your way in to gather some information about this weird unsolved crime you listened to in a true crime podcast. It's not your fault you we're wickedly good at coding and that their firewall was ass.
You ran as fast as you can, navigating your way through the horde of people coming and going. Since the world started having soulmates, it was kind of a bummer for you. It started when you just got a pretty mini cooper that you bought with your own savings and was so excited to drive it. Suddenly, the world turned black and white. Everything was dull. You we're kinda expecting it to come when you turn 18 and was shocked that it was 3 years early. Your mom had already told you what will happen and what you needed to do to get back the colors. Since this was an established thing now, a lot of laws were also placed to make sure everyone is safe. One of that would be driving. Since you're now not able to see color, you we're not allowed to drive until you see your soulmate. 10 years later, you still have to push your way through the horde of soulmate-less people the same as you are.
You finally get to the FBI Building in Quantico. As you open the doors, you notice that the elevator was slowly closing in. "Wait!" You shout. Trying to see if the person inside the elevator would stop the doors and wait for you. You sigh a breath of relief as you see the elevator slowly open. You quickly grab your things that you didn't notice fell on the floor when you ran towards the elevator. And ran inside the elevator. You check your phone for the time and see that you still have at least 5 minutes before the meeting starts. You breathe out the air stuck in your lungs not noticing you were holding your breath. You turn to the person who stopped the elevator to thank them.
As soon as you look at the guy beside you, you feel warmth surrounding your whole body. Everything felt like a blur however you didn't feel dizzy. Your eyes start to focus on the most beautiful shade of brown eyes you've ever seen. You try to look around to see if you we're just having a stroke or if this was just a dream. But everything seems to be a lot more vibrant. You we're seeing color again.
"Hi." The man greets you. You turn your head towards him to see the prettiest man you've ever laid your eyes on. He had light brown wavy hair, beautiful eyes, and the nicest smile. "I'm Spencer. I guess we're souimates?"
You smiled back at him and introduce yourself. I guess this wasn't such a bad day after all.
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