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Lucifer Morningstar x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons Part 3
Keeping the ball rolling after part two, here's Lucifer and reader headcanons as baby gets ever closer to arrival. I think I'll do two more, with the last one detailing the actual birth and dear Lucy welcoming his second child. Thank you for reading and please enjoy!
Warnings: Pregnancy Mention, Smut
- His dedication to soothing your aches and pains grows even faster than they do as you get further along. The wealth of information now available about pregnancy (albeit not of the supernatural variety) initially overwhelms him, but he manages to find what he needs in books about prenatal massage. It doesn't matter where or when pain strikes, he'll be there to roll up his sleeves and work as long as he needs to make sure you're better. He's happy to have a professional masseuse join the palace staff to provide the help you need, but he also just enjoys doing it himself. There's a kind of intimacy he can't explain when it comes to tending his beloved and the body you're growing his child with. It doesn't hurt that his fingers are literally magical.
- He wants the FULL stereotypical expecting-a-baby experience, so yes, he'd love to do some breathing classes with you! The King of Hell might struggle to do anything in public without attracting attention, but he manages to locate a relaxed enough class that the two of you can attend without fear of paparazzi, and he is beyond thrilled from the very first session. There's not much he can offer now and through delivery beyond support, but he intends to give 110%. Pregnant yoga is also not off the table, nor is any activity that lets the two of you bond and enjoy the experience. To a very small extent, he enjoys these sessions because he gets to be seen with you. The Sinners and Hellborn just can't help sneaking an extra look at the King and his expecting lover. He doesn't need to say a word whenever he meets the gaze of someone looking the two of you over, the proud puff of his chest says it all as he lovingly splays a hand on your belly; that's right, I pulled this.
- He wants to brainstorm names right away, and because the two of you elect to be surprised by the birth sex, a very long list of potential selections is drafted for any outcome. His tastes tend to be a bit more old fashioned, but he has a knack for choosing those whose beauty has passed the test of time. His selections are also based on humans that have caught his attention through the ages, for good and bad reasons. Charlie was named after an ancient king, for example, who stood out most to Lucifer because he managed change on a scale few can ever hope to achieve, and change was what he desired for his child above all else. As he follows the naming rule of "two yesses, one no" he listens to all of your suggestions just as eagerly, which over the months results in an increasing long piece of parchment covered in names and notes. Vetoed suggestions are crossed out and he makes a point to note any potential issues with a name in great detail, and while the process is far from streamlined, the two of you have a great deal of fun selecting a final list of favorites.
- Out of everything required to prepare the nursery, selecting baby clothes tends to get him crying from the cuteness most often. He'll hold up potential outfits and try to imagine the baby in them, and while he's got a fantastic sense of fashion, the fabulousity doesn't detract from the adorableness before him. The itty bitty booties, the tiny socks, the cute little onesies... Stars, he's going to have another perfect baby, and since they'll no doubt be as precious as Charlie was... You'll often find him tearing up but beaming in silent thought as he looks over your future child's wardrobe, and he'll always explain himself honestly; he just can't wait to enjoy another round of baby days. If only they didn't go by so quickly...
- Lots of things grow increasingly difficult as you get further along, but he's always up for the challenge of making life easier for you, especially in regards to the bedroom. A baby bump will make certain positions impossible, but that's of little consequence for a man that can bend reality and his own physical form with ease. His capacity for effortless flight makes gravity a non-issue, and where his magic hits its limit, his creativity takes over. Whatever position results in comfort and satisfaction for you will be achieved, and he thinks of plenty to be offered. With his long, forked tongue added to the mix, you need not worry about missing out, no matter how much your middle swells. If anything, he rather enjoys being on the bottom...
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green and gold
DATE: MARCH 29, 2023
summary: tom invites you to the brothers trust charity event that you didn’t really want to go to. you made up countless excuses, trying to run away from him like you usually do, but were convinced anyway. during the event, tom finally confronts you about always running away when he’s close. years of pent-up feelings are unraveled along with some clothes to make up for all the time you lost.
request: yess
song: dress- taylor swift
words: 7.7k
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, slight masturbation, some nipple play], exhibitism, small praise kink, unprotected sex [coming inside], dirty talk), pining, lots of fluff, and some language.
note: i used this image because it was one of the only ones i could find of him at the event where he wasn’t with other people lol. this is hardly edited
best friends to lovers :) famous!tom x female!reader
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You really didn’t want to go tonight. You had so many reasons, or excuses is what Tom said, why you didn’t want to go to a high-end charity event. But your best friend put on his puppy dog eyes and played the “I need you by my side tonight” card. It was truly an unfair move.
The “reasons” you gave Tom were all in-the-moment excuses. Like “I have to clean my entire apartment and it’s going to take a week” or “I’m not going to feel good for the next week”. Yeah…your excuses got worse every time he asked.
Tom told you a week in advance and it went like this; he asked if you wanted to go, you said no for three days straight, and then eventually caved because of those stupid puppy dog eyes. That’s how most of Tom’s requests for your presence went. At first, you loved the idea of all the fancy clothes and luxurious events, but after about two nights out, you were already sick of it. You respected that Tom did that and more for a living.
Like every other event he convinced you to go to, you shared a suite in some grand hotel that still made your jaw drop from its lavishness. He made sure his team arranged an outfit for you each time, every dress more opulent than the last. The dresses he got you always fit you so perfectly, you were in disbelief when you looked in the mirror at the final results.
Tonight was no different. Well, it was a bit different. As you stood in front of the full length mirror, you stared at your figure way longer than you usually would have. Tom ordered you a long, green dress with velvet fabric that comforted your skin. It was snug, flawlessly fitting, and had a huge slit that showed your entire leg. You made sure to shave everything and wear your tiniest pair of underwear, so nothing could be seen.
You weren’t a celebrity like Tom. Yeah, sometimes you went to events with him, but only for support. You were seen on the media with him a lot, and after at least a year of fans either “shipping” you two or hating you, they finally understood the idea that a man and a woman can be friends.
No matter how much you hated it, that’s all you two were. That’s all it was ever going to be.
You and Tom have been friends since you were kids. You only ever saw him as a friend, and he, the same. But as puberty hit and hormones developed, the line of friendship began to blur for you. When he had a few girlfriends (all for short periods of time), it became clear to you that he had no interest in you outside of a friendship.
His name got huge after he landed the iconic role of playing Spider-man for the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But your relationship together never faded, along with the confusing feelings you learned to label as a crush. Your “crush” eventually turned into a “like”, and then…well, you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t in love with the man.
And as you smoothed your hands over the velvet dress, your heart swelled at the idea of it all. A girl in love with her best friend.
You took a deep breath and pulled your conscience away from your reflection. You hastingly put in the dangly, gold earrings with matching green gems that Tom also ordered for you. Sparkling gold heels rested by the bed, waiting for your feet to become ridiculously uncomfortable. You strapped them on and grabbed your black clutch on the bed. You peered one last time at your shared hotel room before walking out and to the elevators.
Outside, a car was ready to escort you to the event. As you rode, you made light conversation with Tom’s driver, Eddy, and asked about his family and how his night was. While entering, sitting, and exiting the car, you repeated numerous thank you’s just like you did every time he escorted you. A few events ago, you overheard him say you were something along the lines of “kind-hearted” and “a keeper”, which made you smile to yourself. But you swear Tom replied saying “that’s the goal”.
Maybe it was all in your head, but it never left you. Even if it was, you wanted to hold onto it–the sliver of possibility that there might be something between you and Tom.
You trailed up the long, creme cemented stairs and opened the double glass doors. The lobby was roomy and extremely tall for no good reason besides the glistening chandelier that hung from the roof. The floor was covered in red velvet carpet with a white and gold marble outline. Heels padding the carpet, you checked in easily and were directed to the ballroom area. You followed and strutted into the decked out event.
Similar to the lobby, red velvet and marble decorated the floor and walls. The foundation of the walls were dark wood, which matched pleasantly with the other colors. Accents of gold were everywhere, including the white-clothed tables; candle holders, golden tassels, and picture frames. Voices buzzed all around you, but you hardly acknowledged anyone before taking in the beauty of the room. This was definitely one of the fanciest events you’ve ever been to.
After a welcoming look, you scanned the crowded tables for a familiar face. Or, familiar faces. Since this was The Brothers Trust charity event, all of the Holland brothers were present. That being said, it was also one of your first questions you had asked Tom when he asked for you to go. Why would you need to go if he had the support of all his brothers? You would just be there.
But that’s all he wanted. He just wanted you there. At his events, by his side; in his house, in his bed, in his arms–he always just wanted you there.
You got easily distracted by the outfits and people that it took you a minute to find him. But when your eyes spotted his face, your heart skipped a beat so frequent and fast that it became comfortable. Tom stood in a criminally charming tux by a table of middle-aged people, conversing with a wide smile plastered on his tan face. You watched as he laughed whole-heartedly when Harry made a joke, clutching onto his arm for support.
Without noticing, you had swallowed all your saliva and weren’t breathing correctly. Once your brain and body wanted to function, you used your legs to wander his way.
Tom was busy talking to one of his associates at another table when you caught his eye from across the room. The words that left the older man’s mouth turned into a muffled hum along with all the other voices in the room as he gazed at you. He’s seen you in a numerous amount of dresses, all beautiful and glamorous in their own way. But the dress you’re sporting tonight caused his breath to hitch in his throat and heart stop–correction, it made everything stop. Everyone around you blurred as he absorbed the image of you strutting towards him in that dangerous green and gold.
Dangerous because he might not be able to hold himself back tonight.
“Uh, Tom?” The associate questioned, causing Tom to shake his head and peer down at the man. Before the man could continue about whatever he was talking about, Tom politely, but quickly excused himself with a pat on his shoulder and met with you in the midst of the room.
He inhaled deeply to appear unaffected, like you didn’t just ruin his entire night–entire life–by taking his breath away and looking drop-dead gorgeous. He wouldn’t be too surprised if you killed him.
“This place is ethereal,” You said, head spinning and arms waving. “I cannot believe you made me come to this.”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“Tom, I just said it was beautiful. Of course I like it. It’s just…a lot,” Your arms cross and you tuck your clutch under your armpit. “I don’t think this scene works for me.”
“Me either. You stick out like a sore thumb,” He teases with an exaggerated sigh. You dramatically gasp.
“What is that supposed to mean?!” You whisper-shout, leaning closer to him. He feels your breath fan his cheek and a slight blush creeps up his neck at the proximity. He doesn’t want to look down because he knows that he would get a glimpse of your breasts perched up by your crossed arms. However, his eyes betray him as his glances quickly at the pair causing a subtle twitch in his cock.
No more looking, Tom, he tells himself.
“You’re way prettier than all of these people. You’re killin’ all of their egos and raising all of their jealousies. If everyone hates me, I’m blamin’ you and that goddamn dress,” Tom expresses with gritted teeth, eyes wandering anywhere but yours. A wave of heat rushes up your neck and your eyes have a staring contest with the carpet.
When you finally have the courage to look back up, his eyes are piercing into yours causing your skin to feel flushed all over. The glare of his brown eyes kindles a small fire in the pits of your stomach, dull but throbbing. The feeling travels lower until there’s a slight drip in your thong.
“I’m glad I chose a good one,” He adds, eyes drifting to scan your entire frame once again with his hands behind his back. Your breasts raise up and down with the deep breaths you take, still unable to comprehend his previous words. You shake your head.
“You chose it?” You always thought it was some stylist, or literally anyone else but Tom. You thought it was just his money that he used to rent it. “Do you always choose my dresses?”
He nods matter-of-factly. “Of course. I’d like to think I know what you like.”
He wasn’t wrong. Every dress that he chose looked like it was made exclusively for you and only you. Whether it was flowy or tight, red or white, you always managed to leave the hotel room more confident than you had when you entered. Now that you think about it, you don’t remember ever telling Tom your sizing. It must have been something he learned along the way because like you said, every dress fit perfectly like it was tailored for you.
Before you could respond, a lady tapped on his shoulder and introduced herself. Tom didn’t hesitate to take a step back and introduce both himself and you. You greeted the lady kindly as you three talked about the goodness of the event. After a few minutes, the auction was set to begin and Tom had to excuse himself.
Before he went on stage, he showed you your seat, which was right in the front with Harry, Sam, and Paddy. You didn’t sit before giving them each a heartwarming hug, even though you saw them all yesterday. Even though you were in a glamorous ballroom you weren’t used to, you felt comforted by the boys you were close enough with to call the brothers you never had.
Sometimes, you wished you saw Tom that way. But when you compared the feelings in your heart and your head, you knew they could never be the same.
Finally, the auction started. Tom’s name glowed in dotted lights on the striped wall behind him. You turned your whole body to face Tom as he introduced the entire event before it got kick-started. Many items were being auctioned; paintings, autographed guitars, and other things that were so far out of your price range that you were deaf to all numbers over the thousands.
In between each item were fun little trivia games to keep the people awake and alert. It was an entertaining way to support a charity, and you felt a sense of pride because you knew it had been Tom’s idea. One of the trivia questions had been to guess how many na’s there were in “Hey Jude” by The Beatles. Some people got insanely close, but no one got it on the money.
After all the auctioning and bidding was over, you felt immensely poor, but felt instantly better when Tom came to sit next to you. The room chatted away, wining and dining while Tom’s brothers did the same. Unlike them, Tom turned to you.
“How are you?” His voice was raspy, probably from talking for hours. That subtle fire in your stomach tingles at his voice. You turn your body to face him.
“I’m good. You did really well up there, by the way,” You said, lifting your nearly empty wine glass to your lips. There’s a blurring stain from your shiny lip gloss on the rim.
“Thanks, love,” The graveliness of his throat doesn’t fade, even after he takes a few sips of water. You watch as his fingers wrap around the cup, and it’s embarrassing that you’re obsessed with his simplistic movements. You subconsciously lick your lips, unable to rid the dirty thoughts piling in your head.
Tux. Pretty. Hot. Raspy voice. Thick fingers.
Tom’s lips started moving, but you weren’t paying enough attention, too caught up in your head to focus on the living dream in front of you.
“What?” You asked, subtly leaning toward him. He leaned closer, lying a hand on your bare thigh through your slit. You quietly gasp because his hand is chilly from the water, but also because it was so close to where you ached. Your skin burned nearly causing you to break out in a sweat, contradicting his icy palm.
“Are you okay?” His other hand gently patted against your forehead and caressed your hot cheek with his thumb. “You’re warm.”
No shit. Does he see what he’s doing?
You couldn’t formulate a response when his hand traveled down to rest on the curve of your shoulder and neck. His hand on your mid-thigh rubbed reassuring circles as your heart thumped a million miles an hour.
“I’m fine,” You vaguely answered in a squeak, subtly squeezing your thighs when his touch got too much. His eyes glance briskly at your tightened thighs and anxious hands in your lap, a knowing eyebrow raising slightly. Tom didn’t mean to put his hand on your thigh, but now that it was there, he didn’t want to remove it. When he saw you squirm for a sliver of a second, he engaged in the idea that you might be turned on.
The thought made his cock twitch needily in his pants.
You didn’t notice, too concentrated on the feeling of his hands on you.
You wanted him to slide his hand up higher, to break that boundary that you’ve waited years to cross. But of course, when your chances were closer than ever, you had to be at some stupid, very public event. And doing anything explicit would be stupid.
“Are you sure? You’re burning up, love,” Tom’s hand squeezes the back of your heated neck causing you to inhale sharply. “And you’re so tense. What’s up, Y/N?”
You clenched your teeth. You began to run through every excuse in your mind, just like you had when Tom first asked you to this event. But he wasn’t texting you or calling you this time. He was sitting right in front of you with his hands on your neck and thigh. You nearly moaned out from just him rubbing your skin, his touch delicate with his rough skin. With every excuse you thought of, you couldn’t think of one that made sense enough for Tom to want to leave you alone for the rest of the night so you could collect yourself.
“I’m just really hot,” You complained in a low voice. Tom’s eyebrows raised, pursing and tightening his lips. To Tom, your voice sounded whiny and lustful. His dick stirred, slightly hardening at the growing conclusion that you’re highly aroused. Like him.
“What can I do, love?” He noticed the smallest quiver of your lip at the name, almost as if you were holding something in. He’s called you love for ages, so maybe it was something else. Or someone else…
What if it wasn’t even him? If it wasn’t him then what had you so worked up?
“Um…can we go outside? Need some air,” Your eyes traveled down to his pink lips, looking so soft and kissable. You were barely a foot away from him before he nodded and stood up. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until a wavering sigh left your mouth. Tom extends his hand and you follow him to what you assume is outside.
He leads you out a back door after giving a curt nod to a security guard. The chilly February night breeze brushes over your skin, finally cooling you down as Tom releases your hand. The exit led to an alleyway, a brick wall that grew darker one way. You strained your eyes on each brick and attempted to concentrate on your breathing. But Tom’s looming presence made it impossible because that fire in the pit of your stomach never dulled.
“Feelin’ better?” He broke the silence and it had you swinging your head to face him. You shakingly nodded your head with a quick hum.
You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t stand so close to him while you were feeling this way.
“I have to go,” You exhaled briskly before beginning to walk away. Tom told you to wait, but you didn’t.
You didn’t get more than a few steps before Tom caught your hand and spun you around magically. Your shoulders collided with the surface as he stood in front of you, caging you to the wall. Your breathing faltered as your heart bounced crazily against your ribs, skin beginning to burn up again. He faced the floor before finally meeting your wide eyes. He gazed at you as if he was searching for something and you wanted to give it to him, whatever it was, so he would stop looking at you intensely.
“Why do you always do that?” His voice was a whisper, low and still a tad raspy.
“What?” You scanned his features, allured by his lips only inches away from yours. He’s never been so close and it was dangerous. So, so dangerous. The only barrier in between you was that line of friendship that thinned with every passing second.
“Always run away. Every time…”
Your heart raced faster than it ever has before. It thumped out of your chest like a lovestruck cartoon character as he had you hanging on every single word.
He closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Every time I get close. Every time I want to be closer, you make up some excuse so you don’t have to be near me. Am I that horrible, Y/N? Is the possibility of this that horrible?”
Possibility? Possibility of what? Oh, please be what you’re thinking.
“No, God, of course not. You’re perfect. You’re too perfect that I get…overwhelmed when I’m near you. I can’t do this,” You shake your head and try to duck away under his arms. You’re completely disarmed when one of his hands drops to pin your hip down. Your wiggling comes to a halt.
“There you go again. Just stay, Y/N,” He leans toward you, mouth hovering near your ear. Your senses dial up to a hundred when you feel his breath tickle your skin. “You’re still warm, Y/N.”
You bite your lip, holding in a whimper that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your hips subtly moved against his hand that stationed you to the wall, but you weren’t going anywhere.
A thick thigh parts your legs, pinning you to the wall more securely. You gasp as his hand that was on your hip travels up and brushes over the warm skin of your cheek. You search for the words in your brain.
Maybe instead of avoiding it, just go with it.
Tom is struggling. Being this close to you has his cock rock hard under his trousers. He’s sure you could feel him against your bare leg, which was slightly spread for his own leg. His chest was restricting and blocking his air flow because he couldn’t breathe correctly. Your glossy lips were plush and soft, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you until you shared oxygen.
You felt what you assumed was his large boner on your thigh. You mewled so delicately you weren’t sure if he heard it, but he did.
You felt years of friendship being slowly torn apart with every second he didn’t say something. You were about to push him off of you and sprint towards your hotel, which was miles and miles away, so you could die of embarrassment. Or maybe you would die because of your lack of cardio.
When you looked away from him, his hand adjusted your chin so you were staring directly at him. A soft kind of smile adorned his lips, but no words were spoken quite yet. You hated the sliver of hope that leaked from your heart. His thumb rubbed against your bottom lip and pulled it down, smearing your lip gloss.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to kiss these lips?” Throat husky, he pushed himself impossibly closer to you, lips barely an inch away now. His nose bumped yours and you felt the breath evaporate from your lungs. “Sixteen years.”
“Sixteen years…” You repeated breathily. If you were to do the math, which your brain was very incapable of doing right now, that would be your entire friendship. Since you were only ten years old, Tom has been waiting to kiss you.
Tom’s been waiting to kiss you for sixteen years? That must mean…
“Promise you won’t run away,” Tom said, on the edge of pleading and demanding. A slow nod was all you did, and then Tom’s thumb slid down to your chin and tilted your head.
He pressed his lips to yours gently, slowly molding you both together. The motions are so agile, but you can feel everything this way. The tip of his tongue nudges yours, eliciting sparks of fire with every push of your lips. Your polished nails trail up and lightly scrape the soft hair on the nape of his neck. A swirl of passion ignites in your stomach, encouraging and begging for more. Eagerly, your movements got faster, rocking your heads together as you took in as much of one another as you could.
His body pins desperately into yours, smushing you against the rough wall. He removes his hand from your chin and slams it on the wall beside your head. His free hand lifts one of your legs, so he can slot himself in between you. A needy whimper escapes you as his clothed bulge presses against your damp thong. You clench around nothing but the aching and throbbing of your pussy.
“T-Tom, the dress–” You pant.
“I’ll buy you another one,” He slams his lips back on yours to shut you up, which of course, it works. But not for long before another excuse is popping up in your head.
“What if someone walks out here–”
“I’ll kill them,” He goes to kiss you again.
“Tom!” You dramatically shout with a giggle as your hand rests on his chest while the other is on his neck.
“Okay, I won’t actually kill them. Unless you want me to…” He drifts off, getting lost in your smile and your sparkling eyes.
At that moment, it hit him. He had you. He finally had you. Like he’s said, he’s waited sixteen years to have you. He’s been through trial and error with other girls, but they weren’t you. No one could ever be you.
Suddenly, someone bursts through the exit door and has both of your heads turning hastingly. Tom gently releases your leg as he scoffs annoyingly when he realizes it’s just his brother. His hand balls into a fist on the wall as he smiles irritatingly at Harry.
“There you are! Can you save this for later? We have things to sign and people to acknowledge,” Harry says before walking briskly back into the building.
“Yeah, let’s just “save this for later” like I haven’t waited long enough,” Tom mocks his brother with a grumble. You feel Tom sigh into the air. You bring your hand to caress his cheek reassuringly. After the last few minutes, you’ve gotten the courage to be a bit more vulnerable with him, without feeling the urge to run away.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve waited a long time, too,” You curl the corners of your lips into a faint smile as you watch your own thumb smooth over his tan skin. Tom practically melts into your touch, smiling goofily at you. “But we’ve waited this long, what’s a few more hours going to do?”
“Kill me,” Tom mumbles dramatically and you roll your eyes. “I don’t want you to run away.”
Your heart aches at his words. You made a promise to him, and you planned to fulfill that. After that kiss and feeling him in ways that you only imagined, you couldn’t run away now. You needed more of him, all of him. But even if you had all of him, you don’t think you’d be able to leave him again.
“I’ll stay by your side all night. Just like you asked,” You reassured and he nodded. He slowly backs away from the wall, releasing you, and all the heat between you dissipates. But your skin still burned from his touch and your clit still throbbed for him. You quickly adjusted your dress and wiped your hands over the fabric.
“How does the dress look? Fucked up?” You asked, spinning in a half circle. Tom cursed to himself, getting a view of the curve of your ass. That dress really did fit you perfectly, but he wanted nothing more than for it to be off of you.
“Not nearly as bad as I want it to be,” He husked, the sexual innuendo hanging in the air. He quickly swipes his thumb under your lip to fix your smeared gloss before leading you back inside. You blink a few times as he drags you through the door. You weren’t used to him being so blunt, but you loved it. It made you aware that there was something between you and Tom.
You had both surpassed the line of friendship ages ago. You looked back at it like a distant horizon as you entered a new, long-awaited arena; romance.
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After what you swear was the longest two hours of your life, Tom had talked to every person at least twice with the addition of his goodbyes. Ever since you came back from outside, the tension between you and Tom was undeniable. You stuck to your word and were tied to Tom’s side for the straining hours. His hand was placed on your lower back for most of the night torturing you, and it was no different when he was ushering you out of the front door. Hastily, you both went down the steps and into the car with Eddy.
You tried your best to make normal conversation with Eddy like you usually do, but when Tom placed his large hand on your bare thigh again, it was hard to comprehend anything. Eventually, you entered traffic and Eddy got a phone call. He pressed a button and the wall that separated him from you and Tom was rolled up.
Tom gave you a knowing look as his hand raised higher on your thigh. Your breath hitched as his fingers were merely inches from your drenched heat. You instinctively spread your legs a bit wider, allowing him more access. He leans toward you, purposefully missing your lips and pecking your cheek. He tucks a stray strand of hair around your ear causing shivers to crawl up your spine.
“Are you wet, darling?” His thumb rubs dangerously close to your clothed cunt. Finally, his finger skims over the laced fabric, soaking. You whine when his delicate, teasing touch pets your clit. He chuckles hoarsely. “You’re soaked, baby. Have you been like this all night?”
You nod with closed eyes. “Please, touch me, Tom,” You plead quietly, in fear that Eddy might hear you.
“In the back of the car? Naughty thing,” His fingers press harder into your seeping hole, still covered by your panties. He rubs your hole, thumb petting your clit while your hand slaps over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your chest rises quickly with your racing breaths, your nipples poking at velvet material.
Tom slides your thong to the side, making bare contact with your dripping cunt. He massages your arousal around your folds while his thumb quickens its pace on your throbbing clit. That fire in your lower belly burns deliciously as his movements send you into a frenzy.
“Tom,” You mewled behind your hand suctioned to your face. Tom groans as his middle finger slips into your hole easily. Your hips buck into his touch, back slightly arched.
“Almost there, Mr. Holland,” Eddy informs on the other side of the wall. Your eyes widen as your heart beats quickly in a panic.
What if you get caught? Oh God, you would seriously die of embarrassment.
“Okay,” Tom replies simply, as if he’s unaffected and he isn’t fingering you in the back of a car. Tom’s voice lowers and instantly becomes raspier. “Are you almost there, Y/N?”
You remove your hand from your face, so you can hold onto his shoulder and nod briskly. Your nails dig into his tux jacket as your head slams against the leather seat. Rolling your hips for more, Tom inserts another finger into you and curls them. Your teeth stab into your bottom lip, probably drawing blood, so you don’t scream and alert the whole street.
“I need you to come, love. Right now,” His order was soft and sexy, but demanding and dirty. The thrusts of his fingers only increase in pace as he tries to get you to your orgasm before the car comes to a stop. With another curl of his fingers and a nudge to your clit, your stomach tightened until relief flooded over you.
Noticing this, Tom crashes his lips onto yours to dull your sweet noises. Every moan, scream, and whimper melts into his mouth as his fingers gradually pump into you. Your legs spasm intensely as your release coats his fingers. Tom pulls away from you and takes his fingers out from your sopping cunt, messy with your arousal and cum.
He doesn’t hesitate to raise the substance up to his pink lips, licking it clean off his hand with a devilish smirk on his face. You watch him do so with a widened mouth while you try to catch your breath, panting.
“Did so good, love,” His smirk never fades as the car comes to a stop. Before you know it, Eddy is unlocking and opening your door for you both. You exit first while trying to fix your disheveled appearance, so your post-orgasm look isn’t too suspicious. You mumble a thank you as you hurriedly walk to the front door of the lavish hotel. You stop in your tracks, almost forgetting your clutch in the car. Turning around, you walk back to the car and overhear Eddy and Tom again.
“I’m no fool, Mr. Holland. You told her.”
“I know you’re not, Eddy. And I did. Finally,” Eddy pats him on the shoulder. “And you can call me Tom, you know. We’re friends.”
“I know, I know. Because as your friend and driver, I know when to roll up the partition.”
As a wave of heat rushes up your neck and cascades onto your face, you realize that the clutch wasn’t that important and someone would return it. You resume your fast-paced walk into the hotel with an uncontrollable smile on your face.
A girl in love with her best friend.
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Since you didn’t have your clutch, you were standing in front of your hotel room waiting for Tom. He wasn’t long after you, finally walking up to you with a smug smirk on his face. And your clutch in his hands. You snatch it from him.
“Finally, I can take these heels off,” You moan, slipping them off as he scans the card and unlocks the room. You place them on the floor near the door and head straight for your room. You don’t get too far, though, because Tom captured your hand and is twirling you around just like earlier in the night.
He traps you on the door, instantly warm against you. You feel his bulge poke your bare thigh as he spreads your legs slightly, fitting in between them. He grabs your hands and pins them above your hands.
“Your dress,” Rough and raspy, his breath fans your cheek.
“What about it?” You whisper, swallowing as your heart falters.
“I need it on the floor,” He husks. You hesitate, so aroused you can’t think straight. You just had an orgasm in the car and you were already horny again. This man made you insatiable.
“Then take it off,” You reply. Everything was so quiet around you. The only things you could hear were your ragged breathing and galloping heart. Tom groans, but listens.
He drops your hands and then folds the straps off your shoulders until your dress is pooled around your ankles. Now, you stood anxious in nothing but a black thong.
“Fuck me,” He grumbles after just looking at you for a second. Your breasts were bare and perky, nippled pebbled from being so turned on. He wanted to put them in his mouth and suck on them until you were sore and begging him to stop.
“That’s the goal,” You’re not sure if he got the reference, but he chuckled, voice even more raspy from the low talking.
“I knew you heard that conversation, you minx,” Without a warning, Tom sweeps you off the ground and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal, squirming in his hold, but it doesn’t even phase him as he leads you toward his bedroom. He jokingly slaps one of your ass cheeks causing you to shriek at the jolt of pain. You won’t lie, it turned you on even more.
Tom tosses you on the bed easily, watching as you scramble to lay on your elbows. You gaze at him with a seductively lip bite, wondering what he has in store for you.
“Touch yourself,” He orders as he loosens his bowtie around his neck. “C’mon, want to see what you can do.”
Hesitatingly, your hand sails down to your laced thong, slick with arousal. Your fingers rub your throbbing clit causing you to sigh and spread your legs. Your eyes drift shut as you get immersed in the feeling of your own hand. Your other hand massages your breast, gently pulling on your nipples. Getting eager, you yank your panties off. You get a glimpse at Tom, who is admiring your every move in nothing now.
Fuck.
You’ll never get used to Tom’s body. He was attractive on a God-scale level and sometimes that scared you. But finally seeing his whole body was jaw-dropping. His cock was girthy with a good amount of length that you had a feeling would kill you. His tip was pink like his lips, and like his lips, you wanted your mouth on it. Was he even real?
You didn’t get too much time to think about it because Tom was removing your hand from between your legs while hovering over you. His brown orbs ogle yours, piercing into your soul and reading you. Although you were way past friendship, entering the “romance” area was very scary. If not, scarier. Tom’s body above yours and the way you could see every detail of his skin terrified you. But you’ve never wanted something more in your entire life.
You pushed your head up, interlocking your lips with his. You melt into a passionate kiss, your hands entwining with his brown locks. Tom drags his lips down your neck, sucking for a moment on a sensitive part. Moaning, his smirks smugly against your skin, trailing lower. He meets your breast and immediately begins to suck on it.
You sharply inhale as his tongue swirls around the bud. His other hand twists the other causing your back to bend off the mattress. It should be illegal for him to be this good with his mouth. He could cause some serious damage.
He sails lower and lower until he’s kissing the skin near your heat. You’re already panting and he hasn’t even touched you yet. His mouth licks your thighs, teasing you immensely. You had already come once tonight around his fingers, you didn’t expect his mouth too. Although you would love to have his mouth on you, right now, you just needed him inside of you. You needed to feel him stretch you out and officially break that boundary.
“I really need you inside of me. Like right now,” You yank on his hair, pulling him towards you. He moans at your words and you love how vocal he is.
“Need a condom, fuck, hold on–”
“Can you actually um…not have one?” You suggested, voice shaky as the question came out. You just wanted to feel him. Everything that he was willing to give you, you wanted. You’ve both waited too long for this. In some way, you felt like you were in a relationship with him this whole time.
Maybe that’s what friendship to relationship feels like.
“Are you…are y’sure? I mean, I’m clean and everythin’–”
“Tom,” You put a reassuring hand to his warm cheek. “I’ve never wanted something more.”
“Christ,” He grits and strokes his shaft above your cunt a few times. His tip teases your entrance, and the small, but very bare contact had you both hissing into the air. “So fucking wet for me.”
His dribble of pre-cum mixes with your arousal as he rubs himself against you. Finally after ten years of waiting, literally, he slowly pushed himself inside of you. The crown of his cock is squeezed by your walls as if you were going to lose him. He curses, pulling himself out an inch, just to add more of his length.
Just like you craved, you feel the impending stretch as his entire cock gradually enters you. Once he’s fully in you, you sigh as he holds the position for a moment. You both take in the feeling of the moment; you’re never going to forget his body on yours or the look on his face as he slowly moves.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, darlin’,” Tom moans with a lip bite.
“Please, please, move,” Just as eager as you, he obeys your request.
He lifts his hips, almost pulling completely out, before thrusting back inside. You cohesively moan, your mixed sounds echoing off the hotel walls. His leisure rocks gently accelerate into powerful pumps, hitting that sensitive spot with a simple nudge of his cock. Your body naturally levitates toward his body, pushing your neglected breasts on his skin.
Tom rams his cock into you, pinning you to the bed with his harsh thrusts. His head falls in the cradle of your shoulder as one of his hands lifts your leg to spread you wider. When his dick sinks entirely deeper, you gasp and drown in a mix of moans and screams. Your nails dig into his tough shoulder blades, probably leaving crescent moon shaped marks. Your leg wraps around his backside, forcing him to be deep inside of you forever.
Your head is thrown back onto his pillow, hair fanned out wildly. When Tom lifts his head to look at you, the wind practically gets knocked out of him. You were drop-dead gorgeous in your dress, like he said. God, your naked, bare figure nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. But watching you wither in complete bliss underneath him gave him a sense of pride that he was the one making you feel this way. No one else. And it would never be anyone else ever again.
With this thought, his cock pumps barbarically into you, rightfully proving to you that your friendship will never be the same. He repeatedly pokes at your G-spot, eliciting debauched shrieks from you. When you thought it couldn’t feel any better, Tom’s hand sneaks between you both and circles lightly on your clit.
“Feels so good. God, you’re so good,” You praise breathily. Clenching around him, a shuddering moan leaves him. “I’m so close, please.”
“Gonna come for me, hm? Need to feel you come around my cock,” Tom orders with another jarring thrust into your cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with his demanding words, your body on the verge of caving.
Squeezing around him greedily, your entire figure tenses as an overpowering wave of relief floods over you. Your abdominal muscles clench intensely, your hands cramping from fisting his skin so hard. Your legs flutter around him as you begin to coat his cock in your release. At the same time, you feel the twitch of Tom’s length inside of you, alerting you that he’s close.
“Where do you want me to…” He grunts when you clutch around him from overstimulation. A string of curses leak from his mouth as he holds back his load, waiting for your response.
“I-Inside, please. Fuck, I need it inside of me, Tom,” You panted as he practically growls against your perspired skin.
“Fuckin’ killing me, angel. Shit,” Finally, Tom releases into you, pumping sloppily as he does so. You sigh relievingly as his orgasm covers your walls, tingling your insides. He slowly pushes every drop inside of you, ensuring you didn’t miss any.
Your eyelids flutter closed as Tom falls on the bed beside you. Your body sinks into the mattress beneath you, suddenly too tired to move. You had a keen feeling that tomorrow you would struggle to walk, or move in general.
“Tom,” You start. “I think you just ruined me forever.”
“Good,” His post-orgasm was somehow even more sexy. It was groggy and double raspy. He drags your body towards him and holds you close. Your head relaxes on his buff chest, his rapid beating heart making you smile to yourself. “I want to ruin you for everyone else.”
The heat on your skin that you thought had ceased never did, not with his flirtatious and alluring comments. A flush creeps up and makes your cheeks all warm against his torso.
“You know you’re mine now, right?”
“That’s definitely not how I pictured you asking me out…”
“Well, how did you picture it?” The truth is, you never really pictured it. You never let yourself think that far because then you would start getting hopeful. And being hopeful made you scared, and when you were scared…you ran away. It was a constant loop of life you lived in. However, with Tom lying beside you as your face was cradled in his chest, you had a feeling you wouldn’t have a problem staying this time.
“How about “Will you be my girlfriend?” That seems better.”
“But what if you said no? Might as well jus’ say you’re mine, so you can’t,” He kisses the top of your head softly while you roll your eyes at his foolishness. “Aren’t you glad you went now?”
“Yeah, yeah,” You wave him off. Realizing you have to get up from the comfort of his security, you gently push yourself up into a sitting position.
“I really don’t want to get up.”
“Then don’t? Just stay here. We don’t ever have to leave this room again.”
“As much as I love you, I’m not sleeping with a face full of makeup,” You begin to slide off the bed before you realize what you just said.
Oh fuck. Did you just admit you loved him after not even five minutes of being in a relationship?
“You love me?” He gripped your wrist, but didn’t spin you like what he did earlier. This time he let you stand still in shock of your own words. In every other situation you would have run away or made some excuse. But you wanted to be different. You didn’t want to be so easily intimidated by intimacy or vulnerability anymore. You really did love Tom, you always have, even if it took you a little longer than him to realize it.
Maybe instead of avoiding it, just go with it.
“Yeah, I do,” You smile full-heartedly at Tom, delicately biting your lip. A part inside of you bursted open, unlocking all sorts of emotions you didn’t know how to comprehend or express.
“I love you too, So much,” You both lean in to share a passionate kiss, but you cut it short to seriously push him off of you, so you could leave and wash up. If you didn’t have an ounce of self-control for the both of you, you would never leave this hotel room. Tom was clearly the insatiable one.
“If you don’t come back to my bed in five minutes, I’m dragging your ass in here. No warnings,” Tom says before you strut out of his room completely naked. You hear him groan to himself, which makes you giggle like a young school girl.
Walking to your bathroom, the same uncontrollable smile etches on your face like the one you had when you returned to the hotel. You splashed icy cold water to your heated cheeks and tried to rub away the plastered grin, but nothing could dull the adoration you felt for the other man in your hotel room. Instead of trying to erase it, you stared and allowed yourself to feel the emotion without running away from it.
A girl in love with her best friend.
A boy in love with his best friend.
Best friends who are stupidly in love with each other.
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this was wayy longer than i thought. i liked this a lot more than i thought i would, too. i hope you enjoyed it just as much :D
tags: @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes @moniffazictress11 @eywaheardyou @alwaysclassyeagle @mrstealuregirl @bisexual-desi @sherlockstrangewolf @madsttx @graywrites20 @bradtomlovesya @raajali3
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#shawnxstyles#tom holland#tom holland smut#tom holland fan fics#tom holland fan fic#tom holland x you#tom holland x reader#tom holland one shot#tom holland fluff#tom holland best friends to lovers#tom holland friends to lovers
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another paralive blog aaaaaa yess *huug* ... if possible I would like fluff headcanons for shiki, and bae (separate) about mc fem seeing that they look stressed so she decides to extend her arms so that they can snuggle together like they go to bed on top of her chest while she scratches their head or gently strokes their back ksnsk Thanks in advance <3
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- allen sugasano, anne faulkner, hajun yeon, shiki ando
- warnings: none
Comforting your s/o when they are stressed
Allen
• Allen really enjoys making music, it isn't unusual to catch him stuck to his computer trying new sounds in different softwares or writing down in red ink every verse that comes to his mind.
• But inspiration is not always on his side, and those days when he wasn't struck by it were a little frustrating for him.
• You can tell that he's getting stressed when he's discarding too many papers or scratching written words in his notebook with a little too much strength.
• In moments like that, you would approach him and gently stroke his hair since it never failed to help him feel more relaxed.
• Every time you stroke his hair, he closes his eyes and lets himself take a well-deserved break. Sometimes Allen loses his senses while composing, so you always help him come back to earth.
Anne
• Anne's patience sometimes wears thin pretty quickly.
• Especially when they put a lot of effort into something, only for it to not turn out good enough.
• Things like an outfit they spent a lot of time on not turning quite right can easily frustrate them and will most likely end up with their room filled with different pieces of clothes everywhere.
• And this is your cue to enter the scene.
• Whenever you see Anne too stressed, you surprise them with a comforting backhug, your thumbs softly stroking their stomach.
• Most of the times this act alone will help Anne to calm down, but sometimes it isn't quite enough.
• And in those cases is when you invite them to bed to take a break. If a hug doesn't help, maybe a cuddle session will.
• When cuddling in bed to relieve some stress, Anne is the one hugging you, their head resting on your chest while you stroke their back up and down, which will usually make them fall asleep.
Hajun
• The times Hajun looked upset were rare, not because he doesn't get upset often but because he's usually good at hiding it.
• But even then, he could never fool you. Unfortunately for him, as his partner, you knew him too well.
• As much as Hajun actually loved his teammates, living together with them always gave him one reason or another to be stressed out about.
• More often than not, they would forget to clean or untidy things that were just neatly arranged.
• He should be used to it by now, but when caught in a bad time, things like these can really drive Hajun over the edge.
• When something is wrong, you never fail to notice the way his eyebrows slightly twitch or the subtle change in his voice.
• And before things escalate further you take his hand and guide him to his bed.
• Once there you both sit down next to each other and you offer him your shoulder so he can rest his head to cool down.
• That's the perfect moment to gently play with his hair and leave small kisses at the top of his head, it always helps him to stay grounded.
Shiki
• Even though his confidence had significantly improved lately, your boyfriend has always been a bit of a nervous wreck.
• Which means that it isn't weird to find him stressing out or getting anxious over different things.
• Sometimes is school, sometimes is work, sometimes is socializing and sometimes it is cause of the awful trap reactions.
• But whatever is the source of his stress you will be there to comfort him when it's needed.
• When things get too hard you invite Shiki to lie down in bed with you, encouraging him to rest his head on your chest so you can softly run your fingers through his hair to help him calm down.
• While snuggling sometimes you whisper sweet words to him, reaffirming that everything will get solved soon and things will be fine.
• Shiki always feels the safest with you, he knows that if you're around things will truly be okay.
#paradox live#paradox live headcanons#paradox live x reader#paralive#hajun yeon#anne faulkner#shiki ando#allen sugasano#paralive x reader
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YESS I GET TO BOTHER YOU AGAIN:D
Imagine the reader teaching their yautja mates/friends teenager some cool human fighting move you see in movies n shit (also have an awesome day ilyyy)
How to Fight
Pairing: Chopper (Male Reader) x Reader
Word Count: 1171
Summary: With a little luck, you were able to entertain yourself while on the mothership. Access to the internet was the best far from earth. Every night, you took it upon yourself to watch movies. Sometimes rewatching old ones or finding new releases. Until, one night, Chopper's buddies caught sight of what you were watching… It went downhill from there.
Author Note: I love when you come bother me! It's the highlight of my day. I didn't know what to with this one so I started in a random place and ran with it. The ball... well it ended up somewhere else I guess.
Masterlist
Ao3
All it took was one glimpse at a movie you were watching. Worst of all, it was Kung Fu Panda. The whole group was completely intrigued. Within moments, they’re sitting down next to your small frame, elbows on their knees with their chins resting on their fists. All of their eyes were zoned in on the holo screen in front of you.
With some trial and error with the earth’s internet and the Yautja’s network, you were able to figure out how to broadcast movies. As a human on a mothership full of Yautjas, there was a limit of what you could do. Safely. That part was key when it came to staying alive here.
From the rumors that have trailed across the ship, the only reason you’re alive is the fact your mate’s species sees you as his pet. Degrading as it is, you do your best to see the positives in the situation. Your mate, nicknamed Chopper, has lots of friends – you guess that’s the best word for it. They love to come over constantly.
Some of them like to tease you, especially on your size. Due to the translator that sits perfectly behind your ear, just below the skin, you are able to understand them. It’s not perfect but gets the job done well enough. In the end though, you didn’t take it to hard, coming to terms that’s how they are. In a strange, nonhuman way, its their way of showing that accept you. A positive in a situation that didn’t start out all that great. But hey, that’s a story for another time.
Currently, you were happily squished between the hard form of Chopper’s legs. His heavy torso was draped over your own, part of his weight put onto you. An arm as contently wrapped around your abdomen, keeping you secure to him. Chopper’s tresses created a curtain on either side of your head, as if narrowing you down to focus on the T.V.
After a few scenes of Po training and the others showing their skills off, Courtin – a new given to him, stood up abruptly. All eyes were on him. You had to draw the curtain of tresses out of your way to see Courtin. A brow was raised by you.
His mandibles chittered with speech. The translator was quick to start up. “These moves, I must learn them! Could aid us when we hunt, brothers,” he rallied his fellow Yautjas to stand up with him. Even, your sweet, dear Chopper took stand with him. You snorted at the declaration. “Ooman, laughs at me. Why? Think we Yautja can not learn these moves from a flick.” It took you a moment to realize what he meant by that last word. Again, not perfect.
“Courtin, it’s not that.” Now, you decide to rise to your feet and crossed yours arms. Before realizing that was a bad idea. Right, different social cues and body language, for the most part. “This movie is aimed for children, unbloodeds. It is meant to be silly and fun,” you explained to him calmly. The worst thing to do to a Yautja in their presence was to offend their pride and skill.
“You are all talented, blooded and whatnot. But these moves aren’t real. It just for the movie to be filled with action and tension.” All of their eyes were set on you.
Courtin stepped forward, enough to feel crowded within the group of eight Yautjas. Despite the fact he and any of the others were young, he still towered over you. Stupidly enough, Courtin leaned down to be level with you, hands grasping his knees. “You say these moves are useless?” he asks for you clarify.
For some reason, you feel a hair on edge. Though, they would never hurt you, per their honor code, it’s hard to forget they are predators. “In all honesty, yes. They are.” His three mandibles tapped against one another. Courtin stood up fully once more.
“Hmphf.” That made him sound so human. Maybe him and the others were learning a few human things from yourself. One could only hope. “Then, must find other media to consume. Ooman, show more.” Always demanding. You believed that was almost all of their species type.
From one rabbit hole to the next and over countless days, everyone – including yourself – believed they had learned enough. From movies. All from movies. Nothing else. Well, your mate and his friends would have a batter advantage than due to the fact they are trained predators. Yet, here you were, in a private kehrite with everyone.
The heat and humidity was killing you without much movement. Yet, when Jqal-od called upon you to step into the ring – one that reminded you of wrestling, you accepted. Though, they were more focused on the fighting parts of the movie… you focused on a different part. Those who were smaller than their enemies. Cliché, yeah. Guess what though, it works.
Not against someone two feet taller and highly trained. In theory, it works.
Jqal-od placed a heavy paw on your shoulder. You returned the gesture. Together, the two of you shook the other. Then, you two stepped a decent distance away from one another. You and him had your gaze set firmly on the other.
Silence entered the ring as everyone quieted down on their own accord. A deep breath filled your lungs with air before slowly exhaling. Jqal-od’s tongue darted out with a flick before hiding away again.
The next moment, the lean, yet clearly trained Yautja pounced like a leopard. Before you had time to react, let alone think of using a move from the movie, he had you simply pinned. Your back to the mate as he straddled your lower torso. One hand held your two high above your head. Even kicking your knees into his back, trying to hit something of importance did nothing. The Yautja barely reacted to the move.
All you could was stare blankly up at him. The Yautja in question leaned down, tresses creating a curtain. His top mandibles twitched. He was smirking in his own way. “What happened, little ooman?” he teased and snickered down at you.
He finally released you from his hold and stood up. With a hand, he held it out to you. You took it. Jqal-od easily tugged you off of the ground and onto your feet. You brushed off the invisible dust on your clothing and walked away to Chopper. Someone else took your place and challenged the Yautja.
“Well, that didn’t go to plan,” you grumbled and rested heavily on one foot, hips jutting at an angle now. Chopper snickered and placed a hand on top of your head. You turned to look up at him from underneath your brows. “What you laughing about?”
The Yautja just shook his head and patted yours with his hand. The two of you watched the scene in front of you unfold, as hilarious as it was. No one knew what they were doing.
#yautja x you#yautja#yautja x reader#predator x reader#x reader#predator x you#predator x human#chopper#aliens#Exophilia#exophilia fiction#exophilia writing#zenophilia#predator#alien vs predator#yautja x human
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Yess Christian Horner, this is why we LOVE Formula One
Note* the actual reason I watched F1 (by myself—my family was into it before me and I grew up around it. All i knew at that time, 5, was fast cars 🙈🙈) was to see the Ferrari mechanic ☺️. I then liked the drivers but stuck around for the sport and the adrenaline it gave when watching it 🥰
#formula one#f1 2023#carlos sainz#ferrari#mercedes#alpha tauri#charles and carlos#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lando norris#pierre gasly#maclaren#lewis hamilton#george russell#red bull f1#fernando alonso#aston martin#de vries
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MASSIVE YAP WARNING!!!
getting this out here so I don’t for get later because the tamagotchi au is fresh on my mind and I forgot to elaborate further (I can yap for hours on end)
Kinito was the first created out of the three and was admired by a certain somebody quite a lot,,, he was a beloved character, so much in fact a silly secret guy basically decided to make his oc real and put a lot of efforts and time and lots of passion into creating this tamagotchi by scratch,, like doing the programming and assimilation and stuff,, so you can imagine the massive disappointment when his friend suddenly started bugging out quite frequently and eventually had just. Stopped working for a long while afterwards! Heart broken and stupid, unable to find the cause for this (something silly like. He like. Slightly dislocated a wire after dropping it or something causing it to constantly just have a blank screen by accident and he was unaware of this.. idk I never had a tamagotchi bfore guys I don’t know how they wor’k) he sold the gotchi as it over time became just. A sad memory for him yknow. Anyway Kinito was still very much on. He was awake and aware during this time of accidental abandonment. He just didn’t know the SILLY reasoning behind why his creator and supposed best friend had just left him aside to collect dust,, all alone,,, with no interaction for years,,, and he couldn’t really come out just as yet because after all that time he still had faith. He believed his friend would come back to him. That he wasn’t forgotten and just needed to wait! No need to come out. What if he was busy? What if he just didn’t had time right now? no need to come out, friend will come back so just stay inside. [spoiled once he was being sold like years later is when he actually finally came to the terms that he had indeed been given up on, and had purposely became inactive everytime you (y/n) after purchase tried to interact by feeding or playing with him via the tamagotchi mini games because he was still like. Horribly devastated. Still going through grief but overtime became more grown to his new friend, you!! Because despite how many times he’s refused to go along with any of the activities you tried to do with him, you never really stopped and gave him hope of some sorts that you won’t really be too quick to give up on him as easily! So he kind of took it as a new opportunity to start new,, and now being a bit more expressive of his needs for attention and care, rather than just waiting for you to do it for him whenever it is convenient for you, he will let you know when he needs something one way or another; being more confident with this new friendship to even going so far as to literally come out of the screen! Wowaz!
also side note. Ummmrrr,, kinito was always a very self aware/conscious entity. Like even during development, while he wasn’t rlly all there to process things and what they meant,, he was always conscious and listening. He’s basically one of those guys who had literally remembered everything since like the day of birth. You know those guys with crazy memory. Never forgets anything. so,, m mmm playing into a personal headcanon his creator who shall go unnamed wink wink nudge nudge is kind of a silly goofy guy,, a lil silly,, who likes to talk a lot even when alone,, ummm,,, Kinito picked up on everything dude. Like he was yess yess mhm I agree and listening silent and supportively. Listening to everything his friend was saying. Admiring his creativity and knowledge with what ideas he’d blurt out or how he’d talk to himself when he’d work. He especially loved the idea his creator would constantly talk about regarding the creation other digital entities(fish oc) Kinito loved this idea because it would mean he’d have friends of his own to interact with, since he figured he couldn’t directly so much with his creator, unfortunately. He would listen and observe the sketches or hear about the ideas and early concepts of jade and sam. He absolutely adored his friends, despite not ever meeting them before.
#kinitopet#kinito the axolotl#sam the sea anemone#jade the jellyfish#tamagotchi au#I’m crazy#im crazy#um crazy guys I’m insane I RAUHGHH#RIPPING MY SHIRT LIKE THE WOLF#Might me a teensy bit crazy about the nito guys Idk…#sonny chamberlain#i love you kinitopet#Star speaks (SHUT THE FUCK UP)
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Omg! You work in fashion ? Hypothetically speaking, if you had to be a brand ambassador for any fashion brand what would it be? What fits your aesthetic? Also don't be shy, drop your perfume recs 💅
AHH YESS hehehe aside from kpop it's the reason why im broke
omg brand ambassador ok ok ok ok wait i have like A MILLION but right now im so so obsessed with Diesel (which is also good that they're really big rn bc many affordable brands are copying their style — like Urban Outfitters, Princess Polly, Motel Rocks)
My aesthetic is a mix of grunge/casual y2k (think of bella hadid euro trash aesthetic with a bit of hailey bieber and olivia rodrigo lololol) Like looove mixing both gold and silver jewelry and i love a good baggy jean tiny shirt combo or tiny skirt baggy shirt combo
AS FOR PERFUMES OMG OMG I LOVE THIS
Burberry HER — sweet flowery notes and she lasts long on the skin (good dupe of this is Ariana Grande's Cloud lololol)
CHLOE — flowery/rosie scent also lasts long and if u like to pair perfumes she pairs well with sweet perfumes
LE LABO SANTAL 33 — this one might be more of an acquired taste bc to me, i love the smell and would drench myself but my brother and mom HATES the smell of it. Its a good unisex scent .. sweet musk hehe PAIRS WELL WITH BURBERRY HER
LE LABO The Matcha — also an acquired taste i think but if u want like a soft sweet scent that's not too overwhelming she's amazinggg (DUPE: Gourmand Eau De Perfum The Matcha found at urban outfitters)
ANYTHING JO MALONE — more specifically orange blossom (i think one of the boys use this too)
GUCCI BLOOM (the yellow bottle) — this one i recommend you def pair with a sweet perfume and only spray a little bc she's got strong notes of citrus but also musk?? she's good but def not a good stand alone
MARC JACOBS Daisy Dream — this was the scent that i cant go near bc of my ex BUT she's still so so so so good she's floral with soft hints of vanilla/sweet and smells so good in hair lol
For pairing perfumes I usually get like a perfume oil/balm to put on the skin where i would spray so it stays longer (I use FRENSHE and Glossier Perfume Balm) And i know people said not to spray on ur neck but i spray behind my neck and my wrists and oof this gets people's head turning 🤞🏼😌
ANYWAYS I LOVE talking about clothes and fashion and anything in that area so pls feel free to talk about it with me lololol this is my kpop outside of kpop
#big day for insufferable people like me rn omg#i love fashion like..... its so bad actually lol#its my personality trait#spamasks
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lost you to someone better
summary : in which she's moving on with someone better for her but he's still on her.
pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader
warnings : language
author's note : really wanna make a part iii to this, tell me what you think!! enjoy <33
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lose you to someone else i
i'm happy, isn't that great iii
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Hi I literally adore your work and I was wondering if you could do (if you can’t it’s okay I’d totally understand 🤗) one with reader pinning for Gojo and thinking it’s unrequited so she goes and try to move on with others but it’s not satisfying and Gojo knows it and want to see how long it’ll take until she comes to him and when she doesn’t and he sees that she’s getting more and more frustrated he tease her saying she could always come to him and she says yes and he force her to confess while they’re fucking ?
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Night Shift - Gojo Satoru x reader
Warnings: not OSHA compliant lol. Shameless smut, oral (fem receiving), face riding, unprotected sex/creampie, breeding (if you squint). one bed trope, not actually unrequited love, light angst with a happy ending. fem reader
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You’ve been in Tokyo all of three hours before the higher ups decided to send you on another job.
That's typically how this goes. One assignment. A day of rest. Another assignment. Sometimes you’re lucky, and you’ll get a weekend off. Other times it feels as if the only rest you get are the naps you take on the plane ride over there. All you’re left with is paperwork. Boring, but nothing new. It's a task you can save for the morning; once you’ve eaten, and gotten some sleep.
The halls of Jujutsu Tech are empty. It's late. Well past ten. Students are asleep. Most of the staff have gone home. You drop off your papers, making a mental note to finish them in the morning.
Hunched over a desk, face illuminated by the computer screen, is Shoko. Her white coat is slung over the back of the chair. In her free hand, she holds a cigarette, repeatedly tapping the filter against the desk. If she does hear you enter, she makes no acknowledgement to it.
“You're here late,” you say, clearing your throat.
Shoko sighs, tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “One of the new managers fucked up his report. It's easier to fix it myself than call him back here to get it.”
That's… awfully kind of her. And out of character. The Shoko you know isn't one to act solely out of the kindness of her heart. Someone has bribed her. Or perhaps blackmailed her.
“How’ve you been?” She asks. But Shoko isn't one for small talk; it sounds awfully strange coming from her.
You shrug. “Alright, I guess. I had a date,” you say, “a few nights ago. We had dinner at that new Italian place that just opened up.”
“How’d that go?”
You swear you hear a hint of sarcasm to her voice.
“How do I put it…?” you seem to take sudden interest in biting the skin around your thumbnail, “he tried to get me to meet his mom after the first date.”
Shoko makes a noise along the line of “oof”. The look on her face resembles pity.
“I’m too busy with work to date,” you say, sighing. “But when I try to stop, my mother insists on making me use matchmaking services. So I keep trying to keep her happy.”
You leave out the part where you’re head over heels for one of your coworkers.
You try to move past him. To ignore him as he passes you in the halls. To not let him consume your thoughts. There's no particular reason why this crush of yours bothers you so much. Others come and go. It's not the first time you’ve been romantically interested in a coworker. But it's the most confusing, and longest lasting one.
Moving on is a lot harder than you anticipated. Especially when he keeps worming his way back into your life.
Your mother is really beginning to stress the matchmaking part. It's rare to be single at your age, she’d say. You need to get married before you’re thirty, she’d say. And you would nod along. Maybe you’d make excuses: you’re too busy with work. You want to focus on your career. And she would nod along like she understood, but you feel secretly that she doesn't.
Perhaps normal life—working at an office, getting married, having children—was never something that interested you. As you had always had a feeling of not belonging; and the moment you stepped foot into Jujutsu Tech, you finally felt as if you finally had a place in life.
You suppose if you disliked it that much, you’d leave. Nanami did it. But he came back, too. He found some reason for this to be worth doing. And though you aren't certain what that is yet, you know there's a reason out there.
Gojo is… difficult to talk about, but not in the typical sense. When you’re dealing with someone who changed the whole balance of the world upon his birth, you suppose that's to be expected. He's complicated to say the least. You feel as if you both understand him and don't at the same time. When you see him in the halls of Jujutsu Tech, you’ll say a polite greeting, and may even make small talk, but not much more than that. You admire him greatly. For his strength, confidence, and power. Perhaps even more than that. You have never been able to put it into words how you feel about him. Words have never been a strong suit of yours, though.
But god does he irritate you sometimes.
You hate it. You hate how he has you wrapped right around his finger. And in some twisted sense, you hate him too.
“Have you seen this yet?” She asks, angling the computer monitor so it's easier to view. “They’re sending you on another job. Okinawa this time.”
“But I just got back from Sendai…” You say with a groan.
You can't say you’re particularly eager to spend another two-and-a-half hours on a plane. And that's a generous estimate. If your flight has a layover somewhere, it’ll take longer.
“No. Look at this.” Shoko says, jabbing her finger into the screen. “They’re sending you with Gojo.” She stresses the syllables of his name, putting emphasis on the fact it’s him you’re getting sent with.
You lean against the table, glancing over her shoulder at the screen. ‘Several reports of strange lights and noises coming from an abandoned warehouse. A sorcerer was dispatched, discovered several curses, and was unsuccessful in exorcizing them. No recorded fatalities. One injury. Building closure is being blamed on a gas leak.’ A few lines below that, are the words dispatching: followed by both of your names.
A job like this is well within his capabilities to do on his own. Though, that's a bit of a copout, considering most are. If the man could be in multiple places at once, you know that the higher ups would make him. They throw enough of a fit when he tries to take a day off.
So to say you’re confused as to why you’ve been assigned on this job would be an understatement. It's almost as if he had some hand in this.
You scan the screen a little further, but no other information stands out.
“Overnight trip too, huh?” She seems to stress these words. Her eyebrows are raised. From the corner of your view, you see her gaze turn to you. You want to roll your eyes, but refrain from doing so.
“You should tell him.” She says.
“What?”
“That crush you have on him—when are you going to get another opportunity like this?” She asks. “You should do it.”
“I never said I-” your mouth snaps shut.
“You’re not exactly subtle. You know that?” She asks. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re not just being friendly,
“If you ask me, I think you could do better…”
“That's easy for you to say; you’re with Utahime.” You say, frowning. “I mean… he’s the strongest. And a great teacher, and relatively attractive when he’s not doing that freaky stare thing. And at the very least, rich. Does it get better than that?”
The palms of her hands slap down on the table, causing a loud bang! If there is someone out in the hall, this certainly would draw their attention.
“I knew it!” She says loudly.
You wince. Sweat leaves the palms of your hands feeling damp. You wipe them off on the front of your slacks.
“He’s my superior.” You say. “Wouldn't it reflect badly on him if we were to pursue a relationship?”
“You’re thinking too hard about this.” She says. “Trust me.”
Gojo has to duck to enter the room. He says your name in a sing-song tone of voice. And it makes you cringe. You force a smile, and nod at him. Part of you wonders how long he was standing out there.
It's as if the reality of your situation sets in all at once. An away mission. With Gojo. Two nights where you’ll be stuck in the same hotel room as him.
You can always lie, and say you snore, claiming you’ll keep him awake. But deep down, some small part of you wants to jump at the idea of sharing a room with him.
Gojo certainly wouldn't have an ulterior motive, would he? He’s a bit childish, but he has never been anything but professional and respectful with you.
Shoko shoves herself back from the desk, standing, and saying: “I’m going to have a smoke.”
You silently wish for her to stay. And your expression must be pleading, because she takes one look at you, and shakes her head. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment as she exits the room. And though you can't see Gojo, you feel his eyes on your back. You allow yourself that moment to mentally prepare yourself.
“Is something the matter?” He asks.
You shift your weight from foot to foot. “I’m just a bit tired. That's all.” You say. “My flight landed from Sendai a few hours ago. I was hoping to have more time between that job and this. I need to do laundry.”
You have the sinking feeling he doesn't believe you, but for now, he doesn't question you further.
“What’s the rundown?” You ask. “The higher ups haven't filled me in yet.”
“A cluster of curses have been discovered in an abandoned warehouse down in Okinawa.” He says. “Their frequency, and strength, leads me to believe that something else is happening down there.”
“Like what? You think they found another one of Sukuna’s fingers?” You ask.
Gojo sucks his teeth. “It's unlikely, but I figure it's possible. I think, at the very least, there is the presence of some cursed object there, due to both the volume and strength of the curses present.”
“Why not take Itadori with you, then?” You ask. Or any of the other first years, for that matter?
“I’m giving the students a break,” he says, “at least for a few days. I've been pushing them pretty hard during training.”
You laugh. “Man, I wish I had you as a teacher. Yaga didn't seem to care how tired we were. He’d always tell us we could sleep when we were dead.”
Gojo nods. Something akin to a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He remembers it well. Your gaze drifts to the door, where a shadow lingers. Shoko.
“I suppose you being here means we need to leave soon?” You ask.
He nods. “You weren’t at your apartment, and you weren’t answering your phone, so I assumed you’d be here.”
“You went to my apartment?!” You say, horrified.
You suppose it is public records. Technically. At least, Jujutsu Tech might have the records on hand.
“Our flight leaves at midnight, so we should arrive at our hotel around 3.” He says.
It's slowly solidifying in your mind: the thought that you’re not getting much sleep tonight.
You don't get much rest on the flight over there. They dim the lights in the cabin sometime after takeoff, but there’s too much turbulence for you to truly rest. You spend much of the trip gripping the armrests of your seat like your life depends on it.
It's a little before 3 when your flight lands, and just past 3:15 when you arrive at the hotel. To its credit, it's quite nice. Better than some of the places you’ve stayed in. But maybe that's just the perks of being the strongest.
The man working the front desk seems a bit shocked that someone is coming in this late, but recognizes Gojo, and hands over your room keys. Dragging your feet, and exhausted, you’re just ready to shower and sleep.
The hotel room itself is quite spacious, with a good view of the skyline. There's an attached bathroom, and what looks to be a proper bathtub, separate from the shower. A TV, and what you think is a menu for room service.
With sinking horror, you realize there's only one bed.
“Jesus,” you say, laughing nervously, “making me share a room with you is one thing, but you couldn't at least get a room with two beds?”
Though his face is quite plain, his ears are red.
"When I go on business trips, I generally try to stay in the same room at the same hotel each time." He says. "That way it's easier for me to fall asleep, as I’m already used to the room. It didn't occur to me until just now that this room only has one bed."
You don't think you’ve ever heard him sound so quiet. The redness from his ears has spread onto his cheeks.
"Guess you're sleeping in the bathtub then," you say.
"Hey no fair!" He says.
"Believe me, I'm doing you a favor," you say. "I snore and I kick in my sleep, you don't want to share a bed with me."
You kick off your shoes, and set your belongings by the bed. The grandness of this hotel room has worn off. Now you can see it for what it truly is: cold, and plain. Much like every other hotel room you’ve stayed in, just more expensive.
It makes you wonder how many nights he’s spent in this place. The higher ups are always pulling Gojo every which way, you can't imagine he spends much time at home.
“I call the shower first.” You say.
“Room service?” He offers. “It should be here when you get out.”
“As long as I'm not paying.” You say.
“Of course,” he says, flashing a black credit card, “it’s all paid for by Jujutsu Tech.”
“I don't think you should use those funds so liberally.” You say. That's company money. The higher ups give you hell when you try to order coffee.
“Jujutsu Tech clearly isn't hurting for cash,” he says.
Figuring it a hill you’re not willing to die on, you relent, and order your food. Clearly you and him aren't in the same tax bracket.
You shower, and change into some comfy clothes, coming to terms with the fact you're not going to sleep very well tonight. Some skincare is next. You don't have much energy to do anything more than wash off your makeup, and put on some moisturizer. But you went through the effort of bringing it, so you figure it's a waste not to use it. Into your hair goes some products, and you pray it’ll be manageable in the morning. Hotel shampoo has never been very kind to your hair, so you skip it for now.
By the time you get out, your food has arrived. Mochi. Sesame balls stuffed with red bean paste. Is that… a Melona bar? All appetizers, or deserts, not a proper meal in sight. Gojo has turned the tv on, and some show plays. It's not one you recognize. It's a period drama—possibly Korean, judging by the wardrobe—of an army general, and a young woman. The woman clutches a sword to her chest, but that's about all you’re able to see before Gojo clears his throat.
He’s shoved his glasses well into his hairline. Now, without them, it's far easier to track his gaze. And he does little to hide the way it lingers on you. More specifically, your bare legs.
For now, you try your best to ignore him. It's only a little after 4am. You’re certain you’ll have to head out sometime around 7. Maybe eight at the latest. Assuming you can get ready in a little under thirty minutes—sometimes less on a good day—that doesn't leave much time to sleep. Two hours at most. That's just a nap.
“Those are all sweets.” You say. “I feel sorry for your teeth. Please tell me you at least give Megumi real food to eat at home.” It's not that hard to cook up some vegetables. And Gojo has the cash to pay someone to do that for him. Hell, you’d do it for free.
He grins. With his free hand, he pops one of the sesame balls into his mouth. Despite being hungry, you only pick at your food.
“Not hungry?” He asks. “Or is it that bad?” Gojo’s attempt at a joke falls flat on its face.
“I don't really have much of an appetite this late,” you say.
“Here,” he says, offering the chopsticks to you, “try one of these.”
In your sleep deprived mind, the most logical decision it comes up with, is to take the bite as he offers it to you.
It takes Gojo a moment to collect himself. Gojo Satoru, for seemingly the first time of his life, is flustered. His glasses have fallen back down onto his nose, but that does little to hide the way he blushes.
“How was it?” He asks.
“Good,” you say.
There's a click! as you shut the bedside lamp off.
“So we’re sharing?” He asks. The bed…
Defeated, you nod. “As long as you’re not going to make this any weirder.”
He folds his hands behind his head, setting his glasses on the side table.
“Don't tell me you sleep in your uniform,” you say. That can't be comfortable. “At least don't put your outside clothes on the bed!”
It's bad enough he’s trying to eat on top of the covers. It makes you wonder what Megumi and Tsumiki have to deal with at home.
He strips down to his undershirt, and boxers, but remains above the covers. Gojo lays on his back, with his hands folded across his chest. You can feel the warmth of his body through the blankets.
“You know you can always come to me, right?” He says.
You want to roll your eyes. Or perhaps make some noise of disgust. But there's a strange genuineness to his words that stops you from doing so. Maybe it’s just exhaustion setting in.
“What makes you say that?” You ask. Anxiety prickles up your spine. Did you do something wrong?
“I just… as your superior, I felt the need to address it,” he says. “I know you prefer to work alone on jobs like this. And I understand where you come from, and I know the toll that can take on a person.”
Somebody must have put something in the water back at Jujutsu Tech, because not only is Shoko acting strange, but Gojo too.
"I don't want to burden you any more." You admit. "You've got your hands full already."
He rolls on his side to face you. The low light of the room makes his face look sunken. The harsh angles of his face are highlighted by the moonlight that streams in through the window. It makes him appear much older than he really is. Gojo Satoru, the strongest, a god among men; it's as if he finally appears human.
“Why did they send me on this job with you anyway?” You ask. “From the report, this seemed like something you could handle on your own.”
Gojo laughs. You swear you hear the slightest hint of nervousness to his voice. “I pulled some strings with the higher ups and had you assigned to this job with me.” He says.
Something akin to cement seems to harden in your stomach.
“Why?” You ask. Weakly. “Why me?”
“Because you are one of the most frightening and beautiful women I have ever met and frankly you scare me.”
You feel as if you’ve stuck your fingers into a light socket. You’re not certain if his words are meant as a compliment, or an insult. But they weren't said in a tone that was condescending. It's some dreamland. This is all a dream… Gojo would never say such a thing.
It's not a matter of him not feeling the same. The worst he can say is no. And that would suck. You may be upset over it for days, or weeks. It may make things awkward between you and him. But in the grand scheme of things, you will move on. Or that's what you’ve tried to tell yourself.
It's him liking you back that brings you some sense of terror.
Gojo rejecting you is simple. At least in the grand scheme of things. But if he were to return your feelings, you’re not certain what you’d do.
You’ve repeated this same sentence to yourself over and over. It's been so long, that you haven't even taken the time to consider he may feel the same way.
“Gojo…”
“You don't have to keep calling me Gojo,” he says, “I don't mind you using my first name.”
As he’s your superior, you feel much better using honorifics. Yet in the same, twisted sense, you love it when he says your name. You secretly crave the way he greets you in the halls—the cheery way he calls out to you.
You laugh. It starts out genuine, but grows more and more nervous. “But I’m not strong—not in the way you are! I can't even hold a candle to you…”
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before.” He says. “You doubt yourself too much. You need to have more faith in your abilities.”
With people like Gojo around, you start to lose sight of who is really strong. Most great sorcerers are grades one or two.
“And I’ll tell you what I told you last time: this is more complicated than that.” You say. “I just… I want-”
You want to be like him. Powerful. With no regard for the higher ups.
Gojo moves to straddle your thigh, his knee gently nudging your legs apart. A soft “oof” escapes you as he sits back, resting more of his body weight on you.
If you did want to throw him off, it wouldn't be all that hard to. Despite his height, he’s not particularly heavy. Getting leverage to throw him off would be simple.
“Say it,” he says. “Please, say it.”
To hear a god among men beg…
"I want to be stronger!" You say. “Do you even know what it's like to be a woman in Jujutsu society? To be held to a standard of perfection? To always be chasing some unattainable goal?!”
He's hard. There's no mistaking it. Does he normally get turned on while arguing?
He says your name softly. The look on his face almost resembles disappointment. But it's more complicated than that. You swear he almost looks sad.
“You don't get it!” You say. “You’re already perfect!”
Tears of frustration prick at the corners of your eyes. When he kisses you, there's a strange heat that accompanies it. His large hands move to cup your cheeks. Warmth spreads from his palms, to your cheeks. You've kissed other people before, but none of them have had the same strange effect on you as him.
He breaks the kiss first, leaving a line of saliva connecting your lips. The taste of his strawberry chapstick lingers on your tongue. A set of sapphire eyes meet yours, and he chuckles. “You think I’m perfect?”
“I think you’re insufferable.”
Gojo’s hands find your shoulders. He’s trying desperately to meet your gaze, but you won't allow it, turning your head away. If given the chance, you’d rather bury your face in the pillows, and pretend this is all some dream.
“You know,” he says, “this entire time I’ve known you, I don't think I’ve ever heard you really say what you want.”
You hardly even notice the way his hand slips under the waistband of your shorts. No panties. Cute. The feeling of your soaked folds is enough to make him shudder. You swear you feel his cock twitch against your thigh.
You would be lying if you said you hadn't imagined him in this way—imagined what he looks like under that baggy uniform. You’ve wondered if the carpet does match the drapes. Maybe under different circumstances; you would like to think your first time with him would be something more… romantic. But who would you be to admit that you’ve spent plenty of nights imagining how your boss would fuck you?
His lips ghost along the line of your jaw, before finding your neck. This is better than any of those dreams, you think. This is something tangible. You reach out and
Gojo's pointer and ring finger slip between your already slick folds. They only graze across your clit, but it's enough to send a jolt of electricity up your spine. His free hand slips under the hem of your shirt, moving to palm at your breast, pinching at the pebbled nub of your nipple. He's nearly vibrating with excitement. You're so wet. So wet and he’s hardly even touched you.
“I want you,” you say. “Or I want to be like you—I don't know.” You cover your eyes with your forearm.
“What do you want right now?” He removes his hand, and you whine at the lack of contact. Low and pathetic.
You huff. “Fuck me-”
There's an evil glint to his eyes. If you had to guess, Gojo has wanted this just as bad as you.
“That I can do,” he says.
He shoves your shirt up just enough to expose your breasts. You swear you hear him let out a little gasp. He’s shameless in the way he stares—in the way his hand kneads the perfect mounds of flesh.
Your hands cover your face, and you’re trembling.
"C'mon," he coos, "don't hide from me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours."
One of his long fingers slips into your entrance. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head at the feeling. If it feels this good now, he can only imagine what it'll feel like to be buried inside of you.
"Gojo!"
“What did I say about using my name?” He pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb.
By the time you uncover your eyes, he’s discarded his shirt, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Those uniforms sure do hide a lot. His boxers have ridden down low on his hips, exposing a patch of soft white hairs on his lower belly.
You were right. Does that mean the rest of his body hair is white, then?
“Satoru- please,”
A low, pleased sounding noise leaves him. “There's my girl.”
Fuck. Gojo’s thumb brushes across your clit, fingers hooking inside of you.
"You like being called my girl, huh?" He coos, "you're squeezing around my fingers…"
If you had it in you to roll your eyes, you would.
This is lewd. But that thought only crosses your mind for a moment, before it's overtaken by something else entirely.
Unsure of what else to do, your hands find his thighs. You're met with the feeling of hard planes of muscle. Strong. Sturdy. He twitches under your touch, bucking his hips. The bulge in his boxers has grown considerably now. Gojo must be painfully hard, straining against the confines of his boxers. Part of you wishes for nothing more than him to take you right here; to split you in half, make you beg for every skilled touch. For him to manhandle you, and leave you aching for more. In your sleep deprived mind, you simply just want him to touch you.
And he toys with you, slowly. Achingly slowly. You want to cry out in the frustration of it all.
When he pulls away, he makes a show of licking his fingers, moaning sinfully at the taste. Such a sigh makes you throb. Your thighs squeeze together in a meek attempt to gain some sort of friction. It's not enough.
Gojo flops down onto the covers beside you with a sigh. He sounds nearly out of breath, but it's impossible to tell if that's out of excitement, or something else entirely.
When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on him. It's not an unpleasant taste—something akin to sweat, skin, and… persimmon?—but you don't understand why he likes it so much.
"Sit on my face," he says.
"What?!"
"Sit." He says. "On my face. Please."
"I don't… think…”
You never get to finish your sentence. Gojo is shoving his hand under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your hips. Carelessly, he tosses them aside, moving to lay on his back.
You gasp as he pulls you to rest over his face. No matter how hard you try to struggle against him, there’s no breaking free of his grasp. Finally, your hands find themselves buried in snowy locks of hair.
"I can't!" You squeal. "I'll suffocate you!"
"Please do," he says, voice muffled by your thighs.
Testing the waters, he sucks a few hickeys into the soft skin of your thighs. The feeling of a hot tongue brushing across your clit is nearly enough to make you scream. A pleased shudder tears through his body as you rest more of your weight on him, grinding down on his tongue. When your thighs squeeze around his head, he moans nearly as loud as you do. Gojo sucks and licks like a starving man, finally presented with a full-course meal. He allows you to ride him—to use him in such a way—and he sure does seem to get off on it.
His name falls past your lips in broken moans, and Gojo has never seen such a beautiful sight. The hem of your shirt is clenched between your teeth. He grips your thighs with enough pressure to leave bruises where the pads of his fingers touch.
It doesn't take him all that long to work you up—and through—your first orgasm. He leaves you quivering and whimpering, thighs clenched around his head. His eyes are crossed in a state of pure bliss. You swear he looks more content with his head between your thighs, than you’ve ever seen him.
The people staying in the next room over must hate you right now. Not only have they had to listen to you argue, but listen to you fuck too. Maybe they’re not getting much sleep either.
It's not until overstimulation registers in your lust-addled mind that you try to escape. And even then, Gojo doesn't allow it. It's as if he can't get enough of the way you taste. To you, it's too much. You writhe and whine under his touch; putty under his hands.
“Satoru please!” You cry out, flopping onto the covers beside him.
He lets you go, but not without leaving another hickey first. You land on your stomach, discarding your shirt, tossing it onto the floor.
Gojo laughs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. The temperature of this room feels as if it's risen about ten degrees. For a moment, you consider getting up, and opening the window, but eventually decide against it.
If left alone, you’re certain you could fall asleep right here. The warmth of the room, combined with the endorphins that flood your body, leave you sleepy.
Gojo has shoved his boxers down his hips just enough to free his cock, the sight of which is nearly enough to make you drool. It's—he’s—pretty. Not as big as you were expecting, but you can't call him small. Nothing too intimidating. If anything, he’s above average. He’s trimmed, but not clean shaven. The hairs towards the base are the same snowy white as his head. A pearly bead of precum collects at the head. There's a prominent vein running up the bottom that appears to twitch once he notices you’re looking back at him.
He kneads the flesh of your hips like a baker kneads dough. Soft. Steady. You arch your back, angling your hips for him, allowing him a better angle. Grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, he stuffs it under your stomach.
His nails graze down your arms, then your wrists, before he laces his fingers with yours. There's something so oddly intimate about having him pressed against you like this; stomach flat against your back, hands squeezing yours, grinding against you desperately.
With one swift movement, he’s sheathed inside you entirely. A noise escapes him, that sounds like a mix between a sob, and a cough. Your teeth dig into your lip hard. A metallic taste floods your mouth. Gojo stays there for a moment, bottoming out, as if allowing you to adjust to his size. But secretly you both know that if he moves now, he’ll cum on the spot.
His lips latch onto your shoulder, and pull away with a pop! He leaves a trail of hickeys down your shoulder; ones just barely hidden by your shirt collar. It's almost like he takes some sick satisfaction in marking you up. Claiming you as his own.
"What is it you truly want?" He asks. His lips are swollen, and have a slight red tint to them.
You can't bear it anymore. A frustrated cry pulls itself from your throat. "I want you!"
Yet you have him. Right now. In this moment. You have him in a way no one else does.
Gojo's heavy balls slap against your soaked folds with each thrust. A mix of his precum, and your own slick leaves a thin white ring around the base of his cock. One of his hands slips between your legs, toying with your already sensitive clit.
“You… you don't even know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he says, grunting softly. “Do you even know what it's like? Watching you go on all those dates, and being able to say nothing about it?”
Gojo’s voice goes from demanding, to whimpering. He moans particularly loud when your cunt clenches around him.
“I tried to be professional about it. I tried to wait for you to come around,” he says, “christ you don't even know how long I waited,
“It's frustrating,” he huffs, “knowing you felt the same, but would never confess. God I’ve waited years for this…”
“I couldn't!” You say. Your body twitches as he brushes across your clit particularly roughly. “I couldn't confess! It would reflect badly on you as my superior to be seen with someone like me!”
His thrusts pick up in pace, and you’re certain you’re going to be sore when you wake up. You clench around him, pulling him back in, and the noise he lets out at this is nothing short of sinful.
“Fuck them!” He says. Gojo nips at the side of your neck. “Fuck anyone who cares so much about that!”
His face is red, and his neck is white. Gojo’s thrusts grow more erratic as he nears his own release. Your name falls past his lips in what must be a prayer.
Your second orgasm rolls over you like a wave, pulling you under, and spitting you out wrong. Momentarily, your vision goes white. It's as if you’ve forgotten how to breathe. A mix of your cum and his runs down your inner thighs in streams. Sweat leaves your skin sticky.
“You could—fuck—benefit from not caring about others opinion of you,” he says, tightly gripping the sheets beside your head, “I think you underestimate the effect you have on people.”
You can only lay there under him, twitching, as he fucks you through your release, letting you ride out your orgasm on his cock. The nearer he gets to cumming, the less sense his words begin to make.
“Cum inside,” you say, in a delirious moment, spurred on by pleasure.
It's as if his brain short circuits. You feel him pause momentarily.
With one final thrust, he spills into your unprotected womb. There's an odd full feeling that accompanies it; being stuffed with both his cock, and cum. It's not unpleasant, just odd. All of your previous partners wore protection, so this feeling is foreign to say the least.
“Shit,” he says. “Shit.” He pulls out slowly, so as not to spill a drop of his cum.
“I’m on the pill,” you say, “if that makes you feel any better.”
And to Gojo, there's no prettier sight than you sprawled out in front of him, stuffed with his cum. He wishes for nothing more than to capture the moment in some way. But just memory will have to do. For now, at least.
“I need another shower,” you say. Gojo can see the exact moment the gears start turning in your head. “Actually, I don't think I can walk. Carry me.” You stretch your arms out to him, making grabbing motions with your hands.
Gojo slinks off the bed, hauling you into his arms bridal style. Your arms find purchase against his neck. He sets you on the bathroom counter, while he starts the water. The marble is cold against your bare legs. He dips his hand under the stream, gauging the temperature. Steam curls off the water. And it leaves his skin a bright shade of pink.
“We should use the bath,” he says.
“Really?” You ask. “Aren't these hotel tubs usually kinda gross?” You don't know how many people have used them previously.
Gojo takes one glance at it and says: "I mean, it looks clean to me."
For you, that's a good enough answer. Though it makes you wonder if his Six Eyes technique can pick up on such things. Probably not.
The tub itself is quite large, and separate from the shower. Big enough to fit both you and him, with a bit of room to spare. There’s an array of soaps you have yet to check out. Gojo picks one, uncorking it, pouring the pink tinted liquid into the water. Soon, bubbles begin to form a layer on top of the water. It has a faint citrus scent to it.
You settle into the tub, and Gojo takes a seat behind you. You wish you had a tub like this at home. Not that you'd get much use of it, with as often as you're away. His arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. Your head falls into the crook of his neck.
From the side of the tub, he grabs a washcloth, and a bottle of soap. He drags the cloth across your skin. Soft. Lovingly. Starting with your arms, then moving to your breasts—which he lingers for a while on—then your thighs. The hotel soap is scented heavily with lavender.
"We'll take the morning off," he says. "We still have all of tomorrow to find those curses."
“Fine,” you say. “But if we find another cursed object, I’m making you carry it. I'm not keeping any severed body parts in my purse ever again, Satoru. You got that?”
Gojo laughs, softly.
“I guess this makes us partners then.” He says. And though from this angle, you can't see his face, you’re certain there's a dumb grin plastered on it.
#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo satoru smut#not osha compliant#jujutsu kaisen#i have forgotten how to tag lol#tumblr was really not wanting to keep the read more part where i wanted it so sorry lol
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Astro statements that I don't relate to and why
Disclaimer: this is an impulsive post and you can leave your opinion but no hate, do not copy , reword or repost it.none of the placements or aspects mentioned here and the statements about them are fake they just don't relate to me.
Venus-mercury being smooth talkers I met many people with this aspect including me that weren't smooth talkers at all, can't lie and can never get themselves out of trouble becuase of their words but their words did cause trouble tho.
But in my own case I think it could be becuase I have scorpio mercury and venus with a Mercury-mars aspect too.
Taking the above note further Mercury-Mars harsh aspects and cussing alot, I know handful of these people and I have it too( mercury square mars in my case) but I never found them or me unnecessarily cussing at people, I actually hate cussing and prefer to talk without using cuss words even in arguments.
Now I don't know what this could be causing in my chart but this isn't true for me.
Aquarius moons being chill, so I know a few people with this placement and 2 of them live with me, these people get easily irritated like their irritation can be seen by you, it's not volatile outburst but still I won't count it as chill.
This could be because of them (the 2 people who live with me) having martian influence in their chart with one being a scorpio and other an Aries.
Scorpio risings being intimidating now I never met a single scorpio rising that is intimidating all I found them was reserved and quite but once I talked to them they were normal?
Appearance wise the people I found intimidating were instead capricorn and virgo risings, Idk but something about their earthy energy intimidated me.
Idk the possibile reason fir this may be becuase I have a leo rising or a moon in 5th?
Scorpios being overly obsessive and possesive of their partner. I know people with scorpio sun and venus or just one of them in their charts but they still weren't possesive of their partners. Oh and this was when they were either in a committed relationship, married or been with each other for a long time.
Lilith-ascendant being hated by women I read this somewhere here but I don't find it true might be true for celebrities or something but the normal people I live with specifically the women are ADORED for their appearance and looks people in general and MORE number of women simp over them and be in awe with their beauty.
Pisces mars having foot-fetish honestly I even if I didn't look at people's chart I don't find this fitting for everyone and the people with this placement did not have this fetish, but they instead liked painted nails just in general all the girls like painting their nails in colors with this one.
Jupiter in 11th and having alot of friends I have this placement I literally have 3 friends that's it. Idk what causes this but this has never been applicable on me.
Venus in 3rd I don't relate to it's whole discription except having attractive siblings, I was never popular in school, considered pretty I was actually bullied in school for having dark skin color and looking "ugly" but yess I was loved by my teachers otherthan the bullying it was a harmonious experience.
Leo rising and curly/wavy hair, I have absolute stubbornly straight hair but they're thick, healthy and voluminous,tho I always loved curly hair and wanted them on my head but guess they're not for me.I know this more of a genetic thing but I see this alot.
Saturn in retrograde and absent father figure , Now this one I don't get it why is this even a thing if saturn is restrictions and retrograde reverses the results then it should make the father figure prominent instead of missing but that's just my personal take on this, since I have this placement and no my father wasn't missing in my childhood or now, he was and is very much present and I have a pretty good relationship with him too. Tho I do find him really strict and overly protective but that's just any normal dad.
CONCLUSION: no single placement can make you a flirt or a gangster our personalities are definitely influenced by the whole chart and other placements too and you don't have to believe everything that is said by astrology or anyone or anything else! It is possible that you only relate to one part of your placement and the other don't, sometimes they're are timmings when a placement gets activated in a chart and influences you so you might not see it's effect now or they might have been present in the past but not anymore. At times wrong or birth information with an error can be a reason too ( mine's correct tho)
I wanna know is their any case with any of you lovely people too, if is please feel free to let us know or may be you can add your opinion about these.
#twinkle with stras#random#astrology#astro notes#venus in 3rd#Scorpio#pisces mars#mercury square mars#natal chart#zodiac#fotd#astrology observations
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Top five Lawlight specific tropes!!!
YESS!!! Ok in no particular order
I LOVE L RECEIVING LETTERS FROM LIGHT WHILE LIGHT IS IN LIKE FEDERAL FUCKING PRISON. The more unhinged the better.
Hanahaki disease played completely straight and a little scary. You're going to tell that man you love him or you're going to choke on it, BITCH.
I love no-Note AUs of any type in which L meets Light and has no plot reason to become fascinated with him, because he's not a mass murderer, but Light is just so fucking obviously unhinged in subtler ways beneath his veneer of normalcy that L can't help but want to eat him up whole.
Yotsuba stuff meditating on the nature of who Light actually is with/without his memories and what that means in relation to L. (Bonus points for what this means sexually.)
Finally and this is just gonna be my unabashedly horny one: literally anything of any type in which Light is straight-up brought to heel. I know it's cliché. I know we've all seen this shit since 2006. I love brat-taming shit, I love Light being made to beg, I love ALLLLLL that shit in relation to the person I think maybe more than anyone on Earth needs to be taught how to kneel. Lmfao. Sorry for this.
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Leorio friend head canons:)? Just like general stuff for being his friend
Ooooh yess been meaning to start writing about Leorio on my own for a while, but looks like the asks beat me to it lol
Thank you for requesting this! I definitely have thoughts about being Leorio's friend
🩵Friendship with Leorio HCs🩵
Med school:
You and Leorio enrolled in the same med school at roughly the same time, and ended up in the same class.
However, he didn't seem really interested about making new friends at first, only interacting with you and other classmates if necessary and focusing on his studies. Though he'd occasionally show up to parties to pick up ladies.
You were admittedly curious about him, not only because rumors had it he was a Hunter, but also because of how passionate and determined he was to really make what he studied for into a career.
The opportunity to finally talk to him presented itself on a quiet afternoon in the school's library.
Oddly enough, Leorio wasn't busy studying that day; he was just sitting on a window sill, trying to call someone on his phone. You saw him sigh, concern plastered all over his face... then he noticed you staring at him, flinched and went back to acting as if nothing had happened. "Oh hey y/n! S-sup?"
You ask if everything is okay, and he tries to deflect the question at first, but eventually gives in and tells you about a friend of his, Kurapika, who hasn't been answering his calls lately, and he's very worried for him.
You listen to Leorio, offer some words of comfort. He's really glad that he got to talk about this with someone, and that if you ever needed someone to talk to he'd always be available.
Ever since then you two have made it a habit to chat during breaks and hang out outside of class, going out for a coffee or studying for exams together.
Caring to a fault:
The closer you got to Leorio, the clearer it was that he's willing to put the people he loves above anything else.
When for whatever reason you miss class, he's always the first one to send you a text asking if everything is okay.
He also tells you what topics were talked about that day, if there's any assignments, and even sends you the notes he's taken during class! He wants to make sure you don't fall behind on your studies.
Leorio would also take all your concerns seriously, whether they have to do with your mental or physical health. He's completely willing to offer unbiased advice, and genuinely gets concerned if you tell him you've been feeling unwell and you can't figure out why that is yourself.
Man's going to spend hours researching your symptoms, and find ways to make you feel better.
Once he develops his Hatsu he's even more efficient at that, and often jokes that he won't charge you a dime for a diagnosis. You know full well he wouldn't charge anyone money for that, that's just not the kind of guy he is.
He tends to behave as a big brother a lot of the time, even reminding you to eat and drink if you're one who often forgets to, and even makes sure you get enough sleep.
Basically, he's always looking out for you.
Good fun:
Of course, being caring isn't the only thing he's got going on for him, the guy is also genuinely fun!
There's never a boring moment when you're with him, whether it's because he's gotten himself into trouble or because he's just bringing you with him to a party... you never really know with him, sometimes it's both.
Really, only he can turn a chill party night into a game of 'run away from an angry boyfriend', just because he flirted with the wrong girl there.
And of course he drags you off with him, because buddies stick together!
On nights where things do go well, he has the bad tendency to get absolutely wasted, but it's alright, he's the funny kind of drunk, he gets all wobbly and starts talking nonsense until he falls asleep, probably on you. He's a mess.
Leorio at heart is a pretty adventurous guy, so whenever you guys are free from classes and exams, he often suggests to go on hikes and such.
Although a lot of the time, those hikes turn into him paying very close attention to the plants growing in the area you're exploring, taking note of any medical plant that could come in hand, because "You never know how much equipment you're gonna have on you to practice first aid!"
He's really resourceful like that.
#hxh#hunter x hunter#leorio#leorio paladiknight#leorio paradinight#hxh headcanons#hxh leorio#leorio headcanons#hunter x hunter headcanons#platonic headcanons
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t, i loved your comparisons of gojo/shoko/geto as a piano trio. if i could maybe offer an alternative viewpoint, one that isn't neatly tied up but i think fits their (at least high school) personalities better
1. geto's absolutely cello coded, you nailed it on the head. no thoughts there
2. gojo is also violin coded, i would maybe argue that he can be piano coded but i'm a pianist so i see a lot of pianistic qualities about him. pianists are often singled out, since we're not quite part of an orchestra, but we operate independently and are responsible for so many instruments to show off. also, the amount of solo piano rep is pretty much infinite, no one can possibly comprehend how much music there exists for pianists. the solo and isolating nature of the piano also lends itself quite well to gojo's personality, being that he's the "honored one" - gojo would be an infuriatingly good solo pianist, completely untouchable and godlike
3. imma be honest - shoko's more of a viola to me than piano. violas are often overlooked, but their range in between violin and cellos is so so important. also they read alto clef comfortably, which confuses violinists (read: gojo being confused by reversed cursed technique initially). there's also not many violists compared to violin and cello (supply is low, demand is high though). when a viola has a melody, the darkness it carries in its timbre i think matches shoko really well
for the sake of a piano trio, i'm with you there. i just personally see that trio as all string players 👍🏼
omg ofcofc I LOVED THIS THANK U 4 GIVING ME UR VIEW POINT !!!!! i love ur point abt pianos being singled out, really fits that ‘strongest’ thing he has going on where he’s so untouchable both literally and figuratively! and gojo’s technique is so... all-rounded for some reason and that comparison of the endless pieces of piano repertoire relates to that
and NOOO omg tbh i have NO idea about anything relating to a viola, hell i’ve never even played in an orchestra before or done shows bc im more of a beginner but YES! i was trying to find something for shoko and i tried to fit it into the piano but it didn’t really fit that well, but i could see some qualities of her that could be compared to a piano. the overlooked part yes yes! it mirrors that part of the manga where she mentioned “i was there too, you dumbass”, referring to gojo’s and geto’s whole shebang and how geto was her friend too, no matter how much jjk’s whole story sort of revolves around stsg’s conflict. also alto clef is insane!!! i have no idea how to convert it lolol and that detail of gojo being confused by her technique is so yum! can’t believe i didn’t see that before. i would also note that shoko’s RCT is not that rare but also not that common, coming back to your point on supply vs demand! and yess, shoko’s morbid personality really fits the viola as well - but i’m not that well versed in violas or viola repertoire to comment much <3 BUT THANK U 4 UR INPUT
when i first saw you comment about that music being fuckable LMAO i was like “so real” and then this came to me randomly while also keeping you in mind. this epiphany helped me to finish my assignment — i’ve never typed so fast loool!
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Yes my name is spelled with a j at the end. I know i have many typos but that is not one if them. Its pronounced the same way (almost at least but most people just pronounce it like mack)
Its hungarian.
Its rly important to me because 1 im from hungary and 2 bc the letters have meanings!
Edit:
On that note! I just realised i never made an intro post so i guess here u go!
Short version
I am mackj
17
Hungarian/german
I speak german and english (Hungarian amd a little Swedish)
Multi fandom
Newsies (main atm)
Pjo (always loved it but new to the fandom)
Marauders
Dsmp
Atwow
Three???
Starlight express
(Oractically any musical)
Descendants
SOC
TMR
Currently going to fashion school and hope to become a designer or actor one day…
They/them/any pronouns/ask for pronouns
(I just prefer they/them most of the time)
dyscalculia fucked my career
Adhd asf and weirdly gatekeep-y about it.
shizophrenia
Christian
I love turles w my life
Writer, musician, dancer
(But i can’t do long choreos bc i have a limb since i was eight and my leg will start hurting and i have a criculation disfunction)
The reason that i talk funny isn’t that english isnt my first language but simply because i want to, okay. Fuck u.
PLEASE!...
...use my headcannon!
...use my OC's
... post or talk about my book
...make headcannons for my book
... make OC's for my book
...come up with faceclaims for my characters
... ask me stuff
... ask about fashion school
... request shit
... ask about my disabilities
...ask about my stutter
… ask about my Tic‘s
WITH CREDITS AND/OR IF U ASK U CAN DEFINITELY ...
... use my promts
...use my ideas
...use my fic's
... summarise my book
... repost my art on other platforms
... use my poetry
...use my music
...use my choreos
CHECK THE TAGS FOR THESE^
DONT...
... ask if i do commisions: i used to but fashionschool said nono. what is freetime? never heard or it. requsts? yess. Absolutely. Because i dont have to promise shit with that, dont need times etc
... be unconstructive w criticism bc i WILL cry
... ask me if i can sew your wedding dress
... inform me of shit i already know like "isnt hungary queerphobic" like bitch im aware but what do u want me to do? un-be hungarian?
DO ,IN FACT, INTERACT IF UR HOMOPH0b!c; I NEED A FIGHT!!!MY FINGERS R TINGELING Be ready to have a regulated debate tho!
Aka on this blog EVERYONE is welcome, even himophobes but only if they wanna fight
Idk what else to say…
My tags:
#reminder for myself tag#confession tag#my book tag#wrongway island tag#lilo and diego#phossy tag#fashion tag#me#parebt guides tag#wrongway island moadboard tag#moadboard wrongway island#wwi moadboard#fic tag#(#drawing reference#)#headcannons#my art tag#dsmp doodle wall#wrongway island
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Me about to Matpat this shit up:
Not to mention a small but funny detail.
Remember how Mike is blue? Or well, his main color seems to be blue.
I find it ironic that bf has the same main color as Mike. Not to mention how Steven even after all of this still maintains his red color scheme.
And let me tell ya, in the beginning cutscene. I could briefly hear a faint snapping sound after Steven “brought” back Miki. And I thought that was such a cool idea.
Not to mention how it looks like his eyes were staring at something else (possibly Mike considering that parts when I hear the snapping noise) and then he looks at Us. That brief hint of Mania is so So him and it fits So So well.
YESS!!!! i never even really thought about it too hard until now but yeah mike's (general) color scheme in things and fanart ive noticed is usually some kind of blue (usually a deep or desaturated blue)
maybe post miki-incident steven has a general grudge and distaste for anything reminiscent of blue like boyfriend and maybe thats another reason why he one shot kills nn nm nd na bf if he misses too many notes /half silly
AND I AGREE I LOVE EVERY LITTLE DETAIL IN THE MOD!!! lots and love and care went into it and you can tell AND!!!!!!! its only a demo which is even cooler
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The whole situation is so complicated 😭😭😭 like all characters are soooo so complex, especially y/n :((
Tbh yes, Yeji has low key bene a bit mean to y/n and stuff even before she found out the truth, but that’s justifiable bc she was defending her friend, aka Hyunjin! And ofc if I put myself in her shoes, if my friends’ ex left my bff all heart broken, ofc I would have some sort of sour feelings :((. But ofc it’s always important to note that when a relationship ends, it’s not ab finding who to blame! I relationship ends bc it’s simply not meant and that’s ok, that’s just life ://. So imo I do think Yeji is valid for not being all for y/n and Hyunjin BUT idt she needed to be a bitch ab it. However !!! The way she reacted to the news ab the bet and SEUNGMIN, I get that bc in her perspective she was trying to look after Hyunjin.
For Hyunjin’s POV, idk I think it rlly depends on the person. Bc yes y/n did a lot of questionable things, and tbh he rlly does have the option to not listen to her bc tbh if I were in his shoes I wouldn’t either AKSJSKSJA bc like wth !!! I’m online w h and turns out ur doing sm shiz behind my back like ?!?! However, when his own friends shit talked y/n, I thought that was below the belt. It’s natural they don’t like her for what she had done, but Hyunjin still loves her, and love doesn’t just go away. Bc idk maybe it’s a me thing, but when my friends jus breakup w an ex, I make it a point to never talk shit, even if I rlly want to in the first few weeks or so bc it’ll also hurt my friend bc they still love them! That’s why I did find it a bit weird that Hyunjin didn’t rlly tell them to stop but we r all different and deal w our feelings differently. I think it was normal he blocked her bc he needs to heal and get some space fr. Like I said it’s rlly up to him if he wants to listen to y/n. Bc I’m 100% sure she has her reasons but ofc it’ll be hard to listen to her bc he did give her chances to admit the truth but she was scared and never took the chance, so that’s on her.
Tbh I think all of them are just acting immaturely which is rlly normal and human of them! Like I don’t rlly support how some of them r dealing w it, especially w Hyunjin’s friends talking shot ab y/n, the girl he still has feelings for IN FRONT OF HIS FACE :((. Idk like I said, for me I think it’s below the belt bc one, he did love her once :((. Valid for them to not like her but they should give Hyunjin some space from the situation bc it just seems like they’re making it ab themselves. They could’ve just asked how he was and continued from there :((. Idk :((
And for y/n I cannot stress this enough, she should’ve said smthg :(( everyone’s been telling her to come clean and Hyunjin even gave her the chance but she never did, so it rlly gave d impression dat she was playing w Hyunjin and his friends. I think she should’ve said smthg sooner and should’ve jus been honest from the get go. Bc I’m sure Hyunjin would’ve been hurt by what happened and what she did, but at least it would give Hyunjin reassurance that she is honest w him. And it’s understandable that y/n is sort of acting dis way bc of her own personal issues, but dat doesn’t justify her reasons, and doesn’t justify hurting someone else whom is harmless. So I think y/n is in a place of reflection and hopefully she finds some peace :)).
Mad for Chan, I mean ofc he will tell Yeji AKSNWM she is his friend and ofc all the shiz he found out was rlly like messed up so ofc he will tell her, it’s a normal response. I mean he could’ve clarified it w wooyoung, Yuma, and y/n, but idt they’re close to begin w so AKSNAKANA.
Long story short, theyre all just rlly emotional and I think they’re all sort of acting impulsively which is normal :)).
Idk how this whole situation is gonna unfold but I’m rlly hoping for the best for all of them!!
yess this is why i kept saying this is so complicated bc its one of these situations where we could go back and forth on what everyone could have said and did when everything the characters do doesn't always have to be morally correct when they have different personalities and feelings/past judgements are involved thats just very unrealistic i also mentioned to keep note of the pain being so fresh and the shock is settling in bc yk sadness and pain are such complex emotions they could turn into rage or have you thinking differently/irrationally. if this was after a while maybe i could for sure see felix or hyunjin being like "okay guys this is not cool stop it" bc time could have passed and their opinion on yn wouldnt just bc focused on this one bad thing she did
I do agree w u that this felt selfish to hyunjin i think his feelings are not being validated in this situation, his friends are only validating yejis side which is that yn is100% a villain in her story so the first thing she feels for yn is anger and just that. where for hyunjin the way he feels about yn is soso complex bc this is a person who he loved and still loves, shares a past with and thought of her as his soulmate thats why it made so much sense for me that he's isolating himself he doesnt feel like he has a safe space to talk about yn and express his grief and the complexity of still missing her,loving her its similar to the start where he couldnt talk abour his feelings for yn w yeji and only talked about them to lix
Also the whole bangchan situation i do think if someone else heard them things would be different i do believe if it was changbin in that situation he would have 100% talk to yuna and woo first but with chan he had showed multiple times that he doesnt really care about yn and her friends like that and it had been shown also that he's not really a logically thinking person like he had said questionable things throughout the series so
omg thank you for writing ur thoughts to me in detail this is so fun to read and i lovee getting to discuss everything so i hope ur feeling the same as i said its so interesting to see so many different opinions and views this just goes to show how complex we are as humans!! i love it🥹🩷🩷
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