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polarisjisung · 1 month

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PETNAMES NCT DREAM WOULD USE

pairings: nct dream x fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.7k

warnings: hopefully none

notes: this is a little shorter than usual but if you couldn't tell already I'm a sucker for petnames (if you think they're cringy you're just painfully single 😤) so I HAD to make this

MARK — my girl/babe

now mark's a chill laid back guy, and he loves you like crazy but he also doesn't see any need in extravagant nicknames or petnames and he sticks to the classics, he probably won't address you by your name for the most part so he'll just stick to babe. sweet and simple

"that's my girl" is such a classic mark thing, he gets proud over the smallest things you do, he's like your personal cheerleader. It could be something so small as flipping an egg without breaking the yolk and mark would be ecstatic.

RENJUN — darling

nicknames are serious business for renjun, every now and then he'll call you babe but to him it feels too casual— most likely it'll be something very specific to your relationship and how you met but if not he loves darling, it feels the most endearing to him.

JENO — baby/angel/gorgeous

for the most part jeno will stick to baby, sometimes babe but in his softest moments he'll go for angel— it's unconscious really.

but to jeno you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, like his own personal angel— somehow you always know what to do/say when he's feeling down and he's never met someone like that before. you're unique and somehow everything you do feels perfect to jeno, he thinks your soul is so pure, you're his angel.

on occasion jeno will throw a quick but calculated "good morning gorgeous" your way— mainly because it has you absolutely falling apart to the point where you can't even form coherent sentences, but jeno thinks it's cute

HAECHAN — sunshine/sunflower/honey

you bring out the best in him, you're his motivation and you give him so much energy for performances and his idol life, especially when things get tough so calling you his sunshine just feels right to haechan.

haechan probably throws around a lot of nicknames with you, sometimes some a little too weird, but he knows it'll get you smiling

"hey snookums" he'd say casually as he enters the room

"are you talking to me hyuck?"

he'd nod eagerly and you can't help but giggle at his dorky smile

"I love you but please, never call me that again" best believe he'll stick to that nickname for the rest of the week

and of course every time he steps through the door, haechan has to announce "honey, I'm home" like hes in some american sitcom, as if you didn't see him pull up in the drive and hear his keys jingle as he unlocked the door— you love him either way

JAEMIN — princess/pretty

sure jaemin thinks he's a princess but you? you're like the princess of all princesses. plus jaemin feels the need to remind you of your worth day in and day out— you're a princess and so you deserve to be treated like one, given jaemin's practically a king at princess treatment, you'd consider it appropriate

jaemin thinks you're pretty no doubt. in some moments, especially when you don't quite share the same opinion, jaemin will be the first one to remind you, and if you're feeling down "hey pretty look at me" he'd say in that soft low tone of his that's so awfully comforting, with two hands on your shoulder before giving you the pep talk of a lifetime

CHENLE — babe/baby

chenle's not much of a petnames guy aside from a casual babe/baby here and there but you suppose that's what makes it all the more special when he does use them

he much prefers to have a nickname for you that's exclusive to him than using petnames, but if its something you're into he'll definitely try and step up his game, also if he gets teased by his members for calling you by your name

a jealous chenle uses all the petnames under the sun— anything to make it clear you're his girl

JISUNG — (my) love/beautiful

jisung is usually soft spoken but too shy to throw around "I love/like you's" without becoming a blushing mess so his favourite way to subtly remind you just how much you mean to him are through petnames. he truly thinks you're beautiful inside and out, so it's one of the first names he addresses you with.

he likes to switch it up, testing and seeing which ones your smile grows the widest at. he decides love feels right. after all, you were the person who taught him all about it.

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colonelarr0w · 12 days

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Collapse Into Me

After a particularly rough day, how do these JJK characters offer their comfort?

INCLUDED - Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Hiromi Higuruma, Ino Takuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Inumaki Toge, Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

SATORU is more than happy to gather you in his arms and let you lay there. To him, there's no greater comfort than you laying in his arms, your head tucked perfectly underneath his chin with one hand tangled in your hair and the other tracing mindless shapes into the exposed skin of your back. He'd let you ramble about what made your day so terrible and offer little hums between your sentences – never once interrupting you or making you feel as if he wasn't listening. He would only offer his advice if you wanted it, and even then it was the most heartfelt words he'd ever spoken to you.

"I'm here for you sweet thing. Just let it all out, okay? Don't want you holding anything in."

SUGURU makes it his personal mission to take your mind off of whatever might have bothered you throughout the course of your day. When you return home, the first thing that he notices is your dulled mood – how your eyes focus on anything but him and how you try your hardest to hide the growing tremble to your lips. He doesn't draw attention to it, not wanting to accidentally upset you further. Instead he just pulls you into the living room, where he's set up a small fort for just the two of you; complete with your favorite snacks and drinks, as well as a movie that you had mentioned enjoying.

"I know you've had a tough day angel, but you're here now with me. Come on, make yourself comfy."

KENTO's comfort is the personification of a warm hug paired with gentle, featherlight kisses. He cradles you in his arms for however long you need, rocking your bodies back and forth, his chest rumbling in a gentle hum against the skin of your cheek. He'll guide you to sit down, fingers interlocking with your own as his softened eyes scan over your twisted expression, beautiful features scrunched up in sadness. He'll kiss away the tears as they trickle down your cheeks, offering you words of comfort that he wished he had heard during his moments of need.

"Come now darling, don't cry. I'm right here with you, everything is going to be alright."

TOJI is at first very arrogant, smirking down at you and bluntly pointing out the tears that you're trying so desperately to keep hidden from his gaze. But when he sees that the events of your day had truly left you shaken and unhappy, he's tugging you to his chest and hiding you away from the world. The entirety of your body is dwarfed by his massive frame, face squished into his chest as he leans back on the couch, tugging you over him like a weighted blanket. He says absolutely nothing as you keep yourself hidden away, but he doesn't miss the feeling of your tears as they fall delicately onto his skin. Only when you lift your head to glance up at him does he thumb away your tears — hushing you with a softness that not even he knew that he was capable of.

"Alright kid, you're okay. 'm right here with ya, shh."

CHOSO sits silently with you, both of you simply sitting in the silence that your sadness provides. His fingers are folded together with your own, the pad of his thumb swiping against the back of your knuckle every now and then – another silent reminder that he was there with you. No words need to be exchanged, not that he would mind if you spoke. If you'd rather talk, he will gladly listen. And if not, he's more than okay with sitting beside you, allowing your body to rest against his own. Your head is laid against his shoulder, fingers interlocked, and for a moment, nothing else in the world truly matters.

"'m here, you don't need to be upset anymore."

RYOMEN might not know how to comfort people, but somehow, he figures it out quickly the moment that he sees you curling away from his touch. The tears that adorn your waterline are not a foreign sight to him, but that doesn't mean that he ever wants to see that expression on your face. He doesn't offer you words of comfort, after all, his tongue was sharp and made of silver – it likely would do more harm if he were to open his jaw. Instead, he offers to you a softness that had only ever been reserved for you anyway. He'll let you lay beside him, sharpened fingernails scraping through your hair just like you did for him on those nights where he pretended to be asleep. He may not be the best at comforting, but to you, his presence was warmth personified – a warmth that you needed to combat the coldness of your day.

"Tch, shut up and let me do this for you … little brat."

HIROMI grants you the space that you need to process whatever it is you may be feeling. He'll sit quietly outside of the closed bedroom or bathroom door, simply resting his head against the wall and listening to the softened sniffles that you're trying your best to keep locked within your chest. The moment that the door slides open and you sit quietly at his side, he wraps you up in his arms and allows you to sob into him. Please let everything out in his arms, the last thing that he wants is for you to wake later in the night with your body debilitated by sadness that you had accidentally left to fester. He wants you to know that he is there for you, and if holding you is the way to go about it, then he will happily let his arms go numb for your sake.

"There, there my love. You've nothing to waste your tears over … I'm here, you're safe."

INO is initially silent when you return home distraught after a tough day, but the moment that you sit beside him and let out that heavy sigh that says “I’m exhausted”, he is wrapping you up in a thickened blanket and rushing around the apartment like a chicken devoid of a head. He piles snacks and drinks onto the coffee table and shuffles through the drawer that is filled to the brim with various DVDs. He holds up various options, feeling his heart sink further and further into his stomach at your lack of an answer. After talking to a brick wall, he decides to just sit in silence with you, hugging you against him and deciding that — maybe — a nap was all that you needed.

“You comfortable sweetheart? Oh … okay, okay. ‘m here, just rest, yeah?”

YUUTA offers to walk around Jujutsu Tech with you after finding out about how terrible your day had been, smiling at you and taking both of your hands into his own. He even tells Rika to leave him undisturbed for a few hours, directing all of his attention to you. The silence of your walk is filled with your ramblings about your day, complaints about Gojo, worries about upcoming missions, anything and everything that might be bothering you. He’ll offer advice where it’s needed, cracking jokes if the situation calls for it — but his main focus is being there, being the ear that you so desperately need.

“I’m sorry angel, I wish that there was more that I could do. But I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

INUMAKI is the king of distracting you when you’re upset, opening his dorm up to you and allowing you to hide away in it as if you had spent your entire life living there. He silences his phone for the rest of the day, focusing on you and the things that you want to do in order to take your mind off of whatever had happened prior to seeing him. He’ll offer you the second controller and go easy on you, allowing you to beat him and rub it into his face — eyes crinkling in a loving smile as the spark returns to your expression and body language.

“Tuna mayo. (I love you).”

YUUJI is on the verge of tears when he sees your pained expression, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap you up in a bone-crushing embrace. He tucks you into his arms, his heart clenching in his chest as you sob into him. His hands rub up and down the length of your back, cheek resting against the top of your head as he shushes you — wanting you to calm down enough so that he could try and help you. He does his best to hold back his own tears, but your sadness is his own, and seeing you so distraught was only making him feel worse and worse by the second. But he hopes that his hug is enough to remind you that he's there with you … and that he was never leaving.

"Shhh baby, I'm here! I'm right here with you, you're okay … please don't cry."

MEGUMI almost immediately brings out his Divine Dogs at the sight of tears rolling down your cheeks – knowing that the dogs would work wonders in bringing you comfort. He sits quietly beside you on the couch, not daring to utter a word as you thread your fingers through the thick fur of one of the dogs, smiling tearfully as it nuzzles affectionately into your hand. He doesn’t say anything to you, nor does he offer any kind of reaction when you shift your body to lean comfortably against him. He wraps his arms firmly around you, resting his chin on top of your head and letting out a small sigh through his nose. He may be the silent type — but his silence cuts through your sadness like a burning knife. It’s comforting … and just so undoubtedly him.

“Is this okay? Alright … I’m here for you, I hope you know that.”

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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listen. i’m blowing up your inbox and im sorry but i’m a wreck. TALK TO ME AB THE EMOTIONAL I NEED YOU SEX.

eddie’s passionate, and that definitely extends to sex, but you both are so overcome with love and gratitude that you’re both there and okay, and you’re being so gentle with him he wants to cry because he loves you so much. yall figure out why they call it “making love” that night

I was made for loving you.

a/n: this is my fix it fic. my comfort. my delusion.

cw: past fwb eddie x reader. feelings. reader is bad at them. soft sex. soft dom!eddie

why does the term 'making love' warm me up on the inside? i am disgusting.

thinking of being in a fwb situation with him before you went and saved the world together. you'd always kept him at arms length, he's just a punk and you did ballet type shit. but stumbling into your big empty house, dirty and grimy and sweaty, you don't seem that far apart. from that different of worlds.

he'd almost died. you'd had that second of bone chilling fear deep in your gut when the bats had taken him down. the screams you let out had your throat still feeling raw. you hadn't let go of his hand the whole ride home. the whole time he was being attended to. you hadn't spoken much.

you're still silent now, nawing on your bottom lip as you let him use your shower. the distant sound of the water fills your room and you can't handle it anymore. the distance. the being away from him.

he jumps, predictable and dramatic, when you open your bathroom door. he's got the shower running but he'd been sitting on the closed lid of the toliet, scrubbing his hands down his face, still fully clothed.

"jesus." he says, startled. he runs a hand through his bangs, making them stick up. "ever heard of knocking? what I'd been indecent?"

you come to him, knowing he's deflecting. "seen you naked before, munson."

he looks down at his hands on his lap. bites his bottom lip. "right."

you kneel down in front of him and put your hands on his knees, looking up at him. he has such big eyes. expressive. they can't hide anything from you. right now you can tell he's still terrified.

"you almost died, eddie."

you see his throat work around a swallow. his knee under your palm starts to shake a little. bobbing up and down. "i know. yeah i-" he takes a breath. closes his eyes and then opens them again. they look wet. "i know."

you grip him a little hard. your bottom lip trembles. "i almost lost you."

he smiles then. its a crooked, half little smile if a bit wobbly. "can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart."

you know he uses jokes like this, his sarcasm, as a defense. usually you roll your eyes at it, let it roll off your shoulders like water and maybe say something biting back, even if you don't mean it. you can't find it in you to joke right now.

"I don't want to get rid of you." you say, completely serious. "eddie, you know that right? you know that i- that you-"

he looks at you. his eyes are that intense kind of dark they get before he kisses you. when he knows you're bluffing when you say something casual. like he can see inside you so easily. like its nothing. it never fails to make you feel stripped bare. naked.

"that you what?" his voice is soft. testing. his hands cover yours on his thighs, thumbs stroking over your knuckles.

you'd kiss him now usually. to avoid the truth of your feelings. to cover up, at least metaphorically, how naked he made you feel.

you swallow and instead of covering up, you stand slowly. his eyes track the movement until he's staring up at you, wide eyes framed by pretty lashes.

"that i need you." you say, simply. and then you're raising your hands to unbutton your tattered blouse. your hands trembling.

you've undressed in front of him more times then you can count, had him undress you. this is different. this means something. this is you letting him in.

he watches you, entranced. he always looks so worshipful. before you'd always dug your nails into his back to avoid those looks, dug your heels into his ass and taunted him in some way to make him fuck you hard not gentle.

gentle was what people who felt for eachother did. gentle was making love. gentle was being in love.

when you step out of your panties you're already slick between your legs. but you ignore that for now and reach for him. you want him bare too. you want nothing between you, nothing but skin and bones and flesh and aliveness. hes alive. hes okay. hes here.

"wanna feel you." you say, almost pleadingly as you guide him to stand. he's taller than you, your nose at his shoulders. your fingers delve into his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders. "need to- need to know you're okay. is that- is that okay?"

you'd never asked something like that before. but you genuinely want to know. maybe this isn't what he needs right now.

you hear his shaky inhale and then his hands are helping you, shaking just as much as yours to divest him of his clothes. you swallow when he steps out of his jeans. his body is beautiful. a work of art. pale and lean. your hand pets through the hair trailing down his navel, marveling at how his stomach flexea under your touch.

"i need" he stops and then starts again. "i need you too. so much. you don't know how much i do."

you peer up at him and let yourself smile as your hand reaches down to lightly grip the hard flesh between his thighs. his eyes flutter when your palm envelopes his velvety cock. stroking it once. "show me?"

when he looks at you, he looks pained. "I don't know if i can pretend I'm not fucking in love with you tonight, baby. i can't- i can't just fuck you like you weren't the last thing i saw before i thought i was gonna kick it."

you feel your chest crack open. you regret so much of your past. so much time spent pushing this beautiful boy away when you should have been pulling him closer. so much closer. letting him love you.

"i don't want to pretend anymore, eddie." you lean up on your tip toes to brush your lips against his. "make love to me."

he lets out a broken sound. a whimper almost, and then he's kissing you. hard at first and then gentle. his hands cup your face. tongue flicking against yours, melting into your mouth. "let me clean you up first, yeah? think we both need to not smell like sewage."

and you do. let him. and he lets you. you step into the lukewarm shower together and its the most intimate you've ever been with eachother. wandering hands gliding over wet skin, fingers massaging shampoo into hair. you hold eachother, chest to chest for awhile under the spray, fingers dancing between his shoulder blades as his stroke down your spine.

when you step out, you don't bother with towels, both needy now. you let him guide you back to your room, to your bed, where he lowers you down onto the soft plush of your bed.

"so pretty." he says against your stomach, kissing his way down. "you've got such a beautiful body. know you don't like me spending too much time on it- but god. that's all i want to do. take my time with you. love every inch of you with my mouth."

he kisses your pubic bone and you close your eyes. "let me?"

you spread your legs in response.

his mouth between your legs is wet and slippery. your cunt is a wet and open gash between your legs, weeping its blood, your slick, into his licking mouth. he's gentle, flicking your engorged clit with the slick muscle before gently wrapping his mouth around it.

one of his hands glides up the bed and you immediately let him enterlace your fingers, gripping onto him hard as he eats you out impossibly slow. he's looking up at you as he does, and you widen your legs as far as they'll go for him, feel the lips of your sex part under the insistent pressure of his lips and tongue.

you don't look away, holding his hand as you look down at him licking between your folds, delving his tongue deep between them. your mouth drops when he pushes it against your hole, trembling when he starts to lick it inside you. deep and broad strokes.

"eddie, i-" you can't finish the sentence, overwhelmed.

he comes up, his mouth wet and red from your juices and you feel the cool metal of his guitar pick necklace glide between your breasts as he lowers himself on top of you, melding your bodies.

he sees your eyes on the necklace and his shoulders are hitching in the next moment, as he distangles it from around his neck and through the mess of his hair.

you hold your breath, tears pricking as he places it around your neck. fingering it where it rests in your clavicle. "you look good with a little me on you."

your eyes water and you don't try to push back the tears as you spread your thighs around his waist. lift your hips to aid his gentle rocking between your legs. "you've always been on me." you swallow. "in me. i-in my heart. always."

he rests his forehead against yours, both of you holding your breath as the spongy head of him prods at your entrance, gliding between the slick folds and pressing against that tiny hole. it opens for him, as always.

"fuck." he sighs as he slides in. slides home. your body welcoming his inside it easily. "you're imprinted on my f-fucking soul, honey. drove me crazy that i couldn't show it to you."

you grip his back, feeling the muscles flex with the movement of your bodies swaying on the mattress. you're meeting his thrusts, moving your body with his, toes curling at his sides where they dangle around his moving hips.

"never- never gonna push you away again." you gasp, overwhelmed. this feels so good. intense. "dont let me eddie- need you. need you so much."

he shakes his head, sweaty forhead against yours. he's pressed so close to you, you can feel the sticky sweat between your bodies making your skin slip and slide against eachother. your cunt is making wet sounds around his cock filling you over and over.

"not gonna let you." he moans against your mouth, kissing you hard. he's punching the breath out of your lungs with each thrust. "you're mine. you hear me? mine the second you locked eyes with me in homeroom, mine the minute you approached me after school behind the bleachers, mine the second you let me inside you, mine the second you stepped through that door and told me to make love to you."

"eddie." you whine and pant, gripping yourself to him tight. "eddie im gonna-"

"do it, baby." he looks between your moving bodies where his flesh is steadily meeting yours, watches his cock glide in and out. watches the shine of your need for him coat his cock when he slides out and grunts when he thrusts back home. "you cum on me you're not getting away from this, from us. the moment you wet my cock you're saying you're mine. no going back."

his lips mesh against the lobe of your ear, grinding his pelvis hard into yours. hes so fucking deep.

"so. fucking. do. it." each word punctuated with a deep thrust.

your world whites out as you cum around him, shaking and moaning and clinging onto him. its the biggest thing you've ever felt. your heart feels like it can't even contain all its feeling. Its too much.

"im yours." you cry out, soaking his cock. "im yours, im yours."

he's fucking you harder now, moving against you desperately as he chases his own pleasure. "yeah you are." he moans, his fingers looping through his necklace around your neck and pulling so your head it tugged forward until your foreheads are knocking. "about time you caught up."

when he cums, you both moan. the warm splash of it filling your milking walls. "god your pussy." he whines, "it was made for me."

you wrap your arms around him. both of you anchoring the other.

"i was made for loving you, I think."

#ask #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 spoilers #stranger things x you #eddie x reader

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chao-thicc-hcs · 9 months

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hii! just saying, i really love your work so much! i wanna request something if that’s fine with you! could you maybe do tr characters accidentally slapped you across the face?? (pls have both haitanis brother and sanzu like i need them hehe) thank you! <3

thank you so much, anon! 😭 a/n: sanzu is an absolute word-vomit i'm so sorry i wrote this at 3am

Slapping you across the face.

ft.: haitani brothers, sanzu haruchiyo

warning(s): mentions of slapping, rindou being absolutely fucking toxic and controllng, crying, mentions of depression, suggestive, mentions of sex.... and sanzu

genre: angst, no comfort (for now, there might be part 2, who knows?)

READER IS AFAB! not proofread, will be edited further

ran↷

Your lover was usually very calm and gentle with you. During the occasions where you had arguments, he'd not react abruptly, nor raise his voice. He'd always be calm, soft-spoken, wich oftentimes susbided your flames.

But today was different. He was annoyed and bitter, because he got into a fight with his brother, and such things impact him greatly. You however, didn't know the reason he was so pissed. It was a day where both of you had agreed to go on a date in a lavish restaurant, venting and ranting to each other about work-related stuff. Ran was quiet, however, and his stare was blank, as if your voice was equivalent to a fork being scratched on a plate. You noticed this, and quickly reacted.

-Ran, what's wrong? You've been bitter this entire day and evening.

-None of your business, Y/n.

The coldness in his voice caught you off guard, and not being called by the usual "babe" or "my dearest" definitely hinted to you that you shouldn't push his buttons further. But you couldn't shake the feeling that was eating you on the inside. You wanted to know more, and somehow help him out.

-...Actually it is, you're my fiance, and I want to know more-

-Just shut up and eat your food. You've been nagging me to go out to this restaurant and now you aren't even looking at it.

You blinked slowly. You felt like shouting at him, but kept your cool and sat quiet, eating the now tasteless pasta in front of you, not wanting to cause a scene in such expensive environment.

The ball of emotions was dormant until both of you arrived home. The second you stepped foot inside the apartment, you threw your bag to the side and threw your earrings on the counter.

-What the fuck is wrong with you, Ran? This entire day, you've been letting out all your nerves on me. You kept pushing me, threw remarks at me, grimaced every time when I tried settling things with you... If it is something about me, you better tell me like a man!

Ran just stood there, his eyes wide, eyebrow twitching at the sound of your voice bumping inside his skull. The man approached you and the last thing you knew, his hand connected with your cheek, turning your whole body to one direction. Your head remained turned, for you weren't even able to process what the man you were so eager to call "your husband" in the future laid his hand on you.

-Didn't I tell you to shut up? Weren't you taught common human decency, hm? That when someone tells you to shut up and leave them alone, you should do so?

You didn't want to cry, but bitter tears found their path down your now red cheek. What broke you more is the nonchalance Ran looked you with at this very moment, his tie already loose and blazer thrown on the ground. He seemed so much bigger and intimidating than usual, his eyes piercing holes through you.

-Oh, is that so..?-you smiled wobbly, your voice shaky.

You didn't utter a word anymore, but through forced smile and watery eyes, you took your bag and ripped off the necklace he gifted you on your graduation day a few months ago, throwing it on the ground. Ran seemed unbothered, but knowing him for over 6 years, you always spotted the hidden emotions behind his stare, especially when he so desperately tried being tough in a fight like this.

Not wasting any more time crying in front of what you called your "fiance" with so much joy, you stormed off the apartment, almost stumbling from the wave of emotions that you felt warming your body up.

The shutting of the door, followed by the echoing of your loud steps on the stairway outside, left Ran alone with his own regrets. Never in his life had he thought he'd feel so... empty yet kind of relieved. Relieved because he let out his anger, empty because he did it on you, and now he probably lost you forever

The night wasn't easy for him. Ran hated staying up all night, but the emptiness and serenity in the room were suffocating for him. He missed your voice, he missed the way you breathed in his neck, being the big spoon most of the time. He knew you'd not respond to his texts nor pick up his calls, hell, he didn't even bother charging his phone, because the only reason he even used in in the first place was gone.

rindou↷

Sometimes your boyfriend's insecurities overcame him, and it often lead to atrocious quarrels between you two. No matter how often you'd say you had eyes only for him - he'd never believe you and fall down into yet another depressive episode where the whole world is to blame for him.

Today was no different. There was a big bag next to your wardrobe, and you stared at it for a while, slouched onto the bed, sighing deeply. You knew it was risky, but the dress was so beautiful, so gorgeous that it was an impulsive purchase. Rindou gave you full access to his card, and he rarely checks it.

You slipped it on, and for the first time in maybe months, you enjoyed the view of an expensive, shiny material wrapped around your figure, the poofy sleeves hugging your arms you hated so much perfectly. The dress was royal blue, the cleavage was deep, it had a beautiful slit and you even ordered a jewelry that wrapped around your thigh with Rindou's initials.

You hoped honey will start dropping from his eyes the moment he sees you in this dress, even getting aroused by how beautifully the fabric and color complemented you.

You heard the front door closing, which sent shivers down your entire body, and suddenly the plan you had in your mind dissolved into thin air, blankness replacing it.

-I'm home.

His voice lingered into your head. Unaware of your surroundings, it felt as if everything began fading into white, dulling your senses. You loved hearing him say these words, which propelled you to throw yourself on his neck and plaster kisses on his face, but now, you were hoping to not hear them at least for two more hours while mentally preparing yourself for whatever was spinning in your head.

-Um, hello?

The creak of the door pained your eardrums. You were fiddling with the material of the skirt on your chest, taking short, tense breaths after Rindou's presence hit you from the back, his strong aura suffocating you. The thud of his suitcase made you jump.

-H-hey, Rindou. - you said meekly, turning around to face him

You were tense. Your chest felt heavy and you felt like your stomach shrunk and moved around your abdomen. Rin analyzed your entire figure, visibly unsatisfied with your current appearance.

-Y/n. What is this?-he growled, approaching you with a slow yet heavy gait

-This is a dress I bought to show you... I know you like this color on me, and I-

-It's too fucking revealing, Y/n. What are you trying to do, huh? You know damn well what I think about rags like these.

-Rindou, can't I have nice things on me for at least once? For fucks sake, I am wearing this dress for you, I want you to drool over me and just touch my body, is this too much to ask for?? I even have your initials on my thigh!

Rindou's expression changed abruptly, forming from annoyance to sheer fury and disdain. He grabbed you by the fabric of the poofy sleeves and pulled you closer, causing it to rip.

-Maybe if you didn't have such trash taste in clothing, I'd be pleased. And the thigh jewelry? The fuck were you thinking?? You want to be watched, eh? You want others to see your thigh??

By this time his voice got louder and louder, making it feel as if the inside of your head is shaking. But you cursed yourself for even thinking that he'd be any different. Ever since the incident with his brother calling you "hot", he's gotten worse and worse, sinking deeper into the pond of insecurities he was born in.

Your overthinking slowed your reactions, and by the time you came to your senses, you felt a burning sensation on your cheek. He laid his hand on you, and he was on his knees in front of you, head laid on your thighs, asking for forgiveness.

-I'm sorry.. sorry... sorry, Y/n, my love, I got too-

You shushed him up. You kept your gaze glued onto the door in front of you, legs urging you to stand up and go away, disappear, evaporate from Rindou's life. His eyes were filled with what seemed shame, self-hatred... even more than usual. No more were you influenced by his gentle caresses, no more you felt the same spark as before.

Rindou couldn't stand looking at himself in the mirror. Everything reminded him of you. The body mist you left in his room, the towel you'd use for your hair, and the last bits of your sweet, enticing scent that tied his braincells into a heart knot, forcing him to bury his head into the pillow you slept on, inhaling it.

30 missed calls.... over 100 messages until you blocked him. He searched for you everywhere - every nook and alley. He'd always randomly get the feel of you being around, or even hiding behind a sinister street.... alas you were never there.

sanzu↷

-YEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!

His voice echoed throughout the bar, or more precisely - the private room he'd booked for the both of you in the Haitanis' club.

You were embarrassed by your boyfriend's attitude, placing a hand in front of your face in a pathetic attempt to hide it and tone down the soul-eating feeling of your boyfriend being an absolute douche. The night was supposed to be lecherous with the just both of you in this room, talking, kissing and probably even unabashedly fucking in front of the entire staff.

-For fucks sake, Sanzu! You're so loud and obnoxious!

By the time he night progressed this far, Sanzu was high as a kite. Paired with the amounts of alcohol he had ingested by now, there was no salvation from the sweet curtain of drunkness that was in front of his eyes.

You were pissed. Not long before your date, he was gone for around 5 days. Full-on no contact. He didn't answer your texts nor calls, and it had you worried sleepless for days. He eventually came back, and as always - he'd take you out and throw all his money on you, buying you all the shit you lay your eyes upon, just to glaze your eyes and cease your nagging, making you forget that he'd do the same shit again.

He thought that problems are solved through material goods. Clothes, expensive dates and good sex, but soon you began realizing the toxicity you were put through from him, commencing from him gazing at other women to straight up disappearing for days. Who knows what he could've done?

But here you are, yet again, positioned in his lap, taking a shot of what seemed to be one of the best whiskeys you ever tasted, making you forget for a split second the mess your boyfriend is. The liquid warmed you... a little bit too much before a wave of dizziness washed over you. The only support you had was your lover, who had his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing it.

You hated... no - loathed yourself for falling weak for his lukewarm excuses and attempts to win you back and have you moaning and murmuring under his touch.

-Y/n, you're so fucking boring. You don't let me have fun at home, and I ain't letting you hinder my fun here too.

He gruffly said, suddenly pushing you away. You plopped onto the couch. The alcohol brewing inside of you propelled you to a bold move you'd usually not make. You abruptly stood up and spilled the remaining liquid you poured yourself, all over his suit.

-The fuck are you doing?!

-The fuck does it look like I'm doing? All you've been doing is acting like I am some kind of side hoe. Doing all kinds of hurtful shit and then trying to make up to it by spoiling me...

-But I managed to succeed til' now, right? Why can't you just shut up and accept it again this night.-he retorted and tried to clean his clothes

Your fury couldn't be concealed even under the finest mask there is. You were panting from the build-up pressure inside of you the entire night. The buttons of your shirt were threatening to rip apart from the deep, frequent breaths you took.

-So I am going to continue being the only one fighting, huh? I will be the only one who loves truly and wholly? Is that it? You're going to treat me like some kind of used towel, huh??

The force you gripped his collar with was tremendous. Blue eyes stared at you in both confusion and frenzied fury. His arms were twitching, almost as if he wants to hit you.

Which he did in the blink of an eye, without a drop of remorse or holding back. He gripped your cheeks with his fingers after, forcing you to kneel down and look at him.

-You shut your filthy mouth or I am going to make you meet Satan himself, Y/n. You'd witness the other 50% I've been holding back to release since the last fucking time someone irritated me!

Terrified eyes analyzed his facial features. Vein protruding on his forehead and eyes filled with contempt and sheer malice, making you feel inferior, crushing you with just a simple stare back. No word was uttered from your mouth, nor you didn't move.

He didn't seem to have any quills about harming his "precious gemstone", as how he called you in the first few years of dating. You were shattered like glass, and your own pieces turned against you and impaled you with force, digging deep, hence you were blaming and cursing yourself for staying with him after Bonten was formed.

The night was young, and so were Sanzu's intentions of punishing you until you lose your voice from screaming.

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are deeply appreciated

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev angst #ran haitani #haitani ran #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou

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scekrex · 2 months

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Hello ! How are you doing ? Could I ask for an Adam x reader who doesn't know how to say 'no' so Adam is kinda teaching him how to ? Just reader sweating profusely, looking at Adam, who's making big "No no" signs. I live in a community (?) and my asocial ass is /not/ liking it. I generally act like I'm napping when they're calling me (yes they can't see me but I still pretend in case there's invisible cameras) but when it's face to face, oh lord have mercy... I say yes. I hate driving (I'm a bad driver when I have people in my car...).

Thank you if you do it ! <3

As someone who had to learn that saying "no" is not only okay but also important, I love this request so much!! <3 I hope you like it

People Pleasing doesn't rock

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Saying no to things, especially people close to you, has always been a struggle, even during your days on earth. And living in heaven hadn't changed much about it. Well that wasn't entirely true, while living in heaven itself hadn't changed anything about that, Adam had. Or at least he was trying to.

He had started to realize that right when you met him. He had invited you to one of his concerts and while you really wanted to go, big crowds weren't your thing, they usually caused panic. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to say no, so you agreed. It ended with a panic attack for you and overwhelm for Adam and his band mates since none of them had known what to do. Luckily Lute had carried you through it - a thing you were forever thankful for.

Adam's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his hand held onto yours to spend you comfort. While you were used to heaven and its people, it didn't mean that your panic was kicking in any less. However when you saw a familiar face in the distance, your mood changed a little and you gave them a bright smile, it was one of your closest friends. They walked right towards you and you poked Adam's side as the first man sighed as he noticed them. They weren't his favorite, in his opinion they were too pressuring and talked you into stuff more than they accepted you not wanting to do certain things. But it wasn't his place to tell you who to hang out with so he remained quiet.

“Hey Y/N,” they greeted you with a warm smile and the three of you stopped so that you and them could have a conversation. “Sup, are you doing okay?” They nodded before changing the topic from smalltalk to whatever it was they wanted to talk about, “So you know how I have this project going on?” You thought about it for a moment before you remembered what they were talking about, “Oh yeah, you mean that art project of yours, right? How's it going?” Their face scrunched up unpleasantly and they broke eye contact, “Not well to be honest and I thought-” Adam interrupted them rudely, his hand gave yours a soft squeeze as he spoke, “And you thought he could help you fix the motherfucking mess you created to save your own fucking ass, didn't you?” You looked up at Adam, the LED face of his mask represented the annoyance his voice had given away quite well, it was visible that he was having none of it.

You looked at your friend in front of you, “Is that true?” They seemed uncomfortable with the way Adam had worded their need even though he was right about it, “Well, sort of, I-” Yet again they were interrupted by Adam, “No.” And oh dear mighty Lord you thanked Adam for disagreeing with them. Because while you loved them, they asked for you to correct their mistakes a little too often. “I think Y/N can speak for himself,” they hissed at Adam who simply flipped them off. “Okay, hear it from him yourself then,” he gently squeezed your hand again and offered you a reassuring look. He'd have your back if they wouldn't respect your no, he'd get you out of the situation if you couldn't do it yourself. So you inhaled deeply and muttered, “Sorry, can't help you,” the words were spoken fast, almost too fast to process but your friend had managed to anyway. “But-” Adam's index finger was onto their lips within a heartbeat, shushing them without a word. “He said no, go look for some other fucker who's willing to fix your fucking mistakes,” and with that the first man lead you away from them.

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you rested your head against his upper arm, still walking the streets. “Yeah, don't fucking mention it. But your ass really needs to learn how to stick the fuck up for yourself,” you sighed at his words, knowing he was right. You couldn't agree to anything, that would lead to you doing everyone's work, fixing everyone's life and drowning in your own problems. “But you did fucking great today, so how about we have your favorite dinner later, huh?” And at that you beamed at him, pure joy was visible in your eyes and he loved to see you that way. God help him, he'd do way too much to see you happy.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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kkaelico · 9 months

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destiny is not for me — jing yuan

— ❝ jing yuan loves you more than his own life to the point he'd even give up almost everything for you. ❞

warnings -> fluff / slight angst (?) / gender neutral reader / established rls w jing yuan

you trudged your way in jing yuan's garden, the grass and fallen leaves crunching at each step and the winds blowing against your skin.

"would you indulge yourself in a game of chess?" a voice spoke as your ears pick up from the familiarity of it.

"jing yuan." you muttered, seeing him wear a joyous expression on his face as soon as he took notice of you.

"so, one game?" he says expectantly, his smile getting wider.

you hum. "well…" you took a breath. "that is not why i have visited this time." you said, earning a look from jing yuan.

"is that an excuse?" he waves his eyebrows teasingly, at the same time he pats the platform beside him, inviting you to sit.

"maybe." you quipped, sitting yourself beside jing yuan.

"so is there anything bothering you at the moment?" he asks, resting his head on his palm that stood on the board, his head turned in your direction. it was a way jing yuan tells you that he was willing to listen.

"i've been given a thought, jing yuan." you answer, looking at him closely. "have you ever thought of a life without me?" you continued.

jing yuan flinches, his arm losing balance and almost slamming his head on the board, though he quickly fixes himself.

he clears his throat, asking, "is there something that i am missing?" a cold sweat runs down his forehead, as his heart tugs every second that passes by without your response.

you let out a confused sound. his question was far from the thoughts in your head. "n-no..?"

"well.. i just thought that.. what if i wasn't meant to meet you, and that if you were supposed to love someone else?" you added, looking back at him, and his expression was not impressed in the slightest.

"are you implying that you are a mistake in my life?" he raises a brow.

you shook your head at his accusation, "that's not what i meant.. but what if you were fated to love another person?" you questioned, jing yuan looking at you softly when he listens a bit more.

jing yuan sighs before answering, "i say these words from the bottom of my heart." he opens his mouth to continue, his tone all soft and sincere, "i cannot see myself being happier with anyone else. i know you know that."

jing yuan raises his arm, wrapping it around your waist to pull you closer. "it would be a mistake for me to leave you to spend my life chasing a 'what if' instead of holding on to what is." he adds proudly.

"am i not troubling you with my feelings?"

he chuckles, looking at you with the sincerest feelings he holds. “burden me with all the feelings you have for me, but i cannot even consider them as such.” jing yuan said, his words softly spoken.

even if jing yuan tried, he wouldn’t find your feelings for him troublesome. how could he? maybe it’s the fact that he fell first and harder, or maybe how much he longs for your touch when the day starts and the day ends.

“were you given the thought as well?”

you look down, pressing your lips together before hesitantly speaking, “well.. i heard from someone that misfortune will rise for people who change the sequence of their destiny.”

jing yuan presses his forehead against yours. a small smile forms on his lips. “then.. i would not let misfortune damage the relationship we have right now. after all,” he paused, glancing at you. “destiny cannot make me feel joy nor can it comfort me when i need it.”

after all, in every moment he could catch to remain beside you, he would take. and it reminds him of the time he’ll no longer be able to do.

you try to protest. “but the consequences-”

he quickly interrupts, placing a finger on your lips.“i could care less what it’ll be.. if i were to abandon destiny for you, i would not regret a thing.” he said with a cheeky grin.

a faint blush forms on your cheeks at his words. he just knew the right things to say, and he'll express it in words that could make your stomach tumble. and at that point, no more questions could be asked.

“okay, maybe that’s too much.” you joke.

a soft smile forms on his lips. god, he loved you too much. "is it? or do i just love you?" jing yuan teases.

"neither."

a dramatic gasp comes from jing yuan. "unbelievable!" he exclaims, wiping away so called tears from his eyes and his other hand clutching his heart. “you question our fated meeting. now you question my love and loyalty?" he banters, nuzzling his face on your cheek.

he was just too quick with his childish comebacks, that even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to stop him. "jing yuan.."

he hums, busy affectionately nuzzling his cheek down to your neck. "jokes aside, i wouldn't want you to betray your destiny for me." you mutter.

jing yuan chuckles at your words as you stroke his hair. “my destiny has already betrayed me from the moment it did not let me meet you sooner.” he said.

you sigh, rolling your eyes sarcastically. “you’re the corniest person i’ve ever known.” “i’m just saying i love you.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “well.. i love you too, i guess.” “your guess is correct, you do love me back.”

#i failed my english lessons for this /srs #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan fluff #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff

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underoospeterparker · 7 months

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peter parker and reader with really bad social anxiety

i love this fic so much

going out with your friends shouldn't be so hard. but for you, it really was. it wasn't that you didn't like them, or that you thought they didn't like you. it was the constant overthinking, the feeling that you weren't good enough to hang out with them, the worrying about having to speak up in large groups of people.

ultimately, the anxiety started from the idea of being judged by others. and you knew that peter and your friends wouldn't do that to you, but it was constantly in the back of your mind.

tonight, you just wanted to be with your boyfriend, watching movies and cuddling on the sofa. you knew peter would be absolutely fine with doing whatever you wanted, but your friends had insisted the two of you should come, saying that it would be so much fun.

"baby?" peter's soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "you sure you wanna go? we don't have to if you don't feel like it tonight."

you shook your head. "i'm okay, don't worry." your words didn't exactly soothe him; he'd always worry about you.

you turned your head towards the window, watching as the buildings rushed past in the moving car. peter reached for your hand, and gave it a squeeze. it was a soft reassurance, but it still somewhat made you feel a little guilty. because why couldn't you just let peter enjoy the party for one night?

once you reached your friend's house, you felt the anxiety bubble up again. you glanced at peter, and his gaze was already focused on you, concern still lingering in his eyes. you gave him the best smile you could muster, and whispered, "let's go in."

entering the party was the worst part. the music was blaring, so loud you felt claustrophobic, there were cups filled with god knows what inside of them, loud laughter and the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom that you wish you hadn't heard.

your friend, meghan, greeted you. "let's get you a drink!" meghan called, pulling you away from peter and ned, who'd also just arrived. you looked back at him but it was too crowded, people filling up every corner of meghan's living room.

"take this," she shouted, handing you a red paper cup. at your hesitation, she added, "it's just soda, don't worry!"

you nodded, plastering a smile onto your face. she dragged you to sit with some of your friends, but mostly it was a group of people you'd never spoken to before. the idea of speaking in front of all of them made you want to throw up. meghan introduced you to them, and they were polite enough, but sometimes you felt like they were exchanging glances and whispering about you, even though you knew they really weren't.

you felt trapped, like you couldn't breathe. by the time meghan asked you a question, the entire group was staring at you, just waiting for your answer. your hands were shaking, and you put the cup down on the table. "sorry, what did you say?" you asked, voice wavering.

some of them laughed, and you felt the dread build up until you couldn't take it anymore. you stood up, murmuring something about needing to use the bathroom, and you went out into the balcony where peter was.

your heart was racing, too fast to be considered normal, and as soon as you saw him, you almost burst into tears.

"hey, sweetheart!" peter called you over. "we were just-" he down at you, at the tears pooling under your waterline. "what's wrong?"

you shook your head and closed your eyes, and you heard him tell ned to give him a second.

"baby," he cooed lightly. "eyes up here, please." you did as he said, mascara already ruined as the first of many tears slid down your cheeks. "oh, sweetheart. come here."

he wrapped you in his arms, into the only place where you always felt safe; no matter what. with one hand, he stroked your hair absently, and with the other, he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

"shhh," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. "it's okay. you're okay." he felt a pang in his chest as you continued to cry into his sweatshirt. he needed to take care of you, to make sure you were okay. you were his girl, and you not being happy meant he wouldn't be happy either.

you leaned back to look at him and whisper a "i'm so-"

"don't you dare," your boyfriend interrupted. you giggled as he reached up to thumb the tears away from your face. "you did nothing worth apologising for." after a short pause, peter pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "now can we go home?"

"please."

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spider man #spiderman #spiderman x reader #andrew garfield #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x you #fluff #comfort #hurt/comfort #social anxiety

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atarathegreat · 21 days

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I'm Tired, Love. Takashi Mitsuya.

Draken's death was hitting your boyfriend harder than you'd ever seen anything affect him. He stayed holed up in his office, never answered calls, not even from his sisters. It was unusual. Mitsuya always, at the very least, texted you back. It worried you, so you decided to go and visit him to check in on him.

Mitsuya's office was a brisk walk away from your home, the same home he hadn't returned to for days. You dressed up in some clothes that he had made you, hoping that would at least bring a smile to his face. But there was no such luck. When you walked in Mitsuya was already yelling at his sister, Luna, to leave him alone. "Just get out! I'm a grown man! I can take care of myself!" Mitsuya, who was typically soft spoken, was screaming and throwing things. He wasn't concerned with the impact it had, nor with the way his sister left crying. He wasn't Mitsuya.

Luna stopped for only a second to get a quick, comforting hug from you, "Good luck."

All of you had been trying to get Mitsuya to stop locking himself away, with zero success. He was obstinate, set in finishing the piece he was working on. A piece he had been making for Draken.

"Taka..." Your cautious voice earned an if-looks-could-kill glare. He wasn't in the mood for another lecture, and he made that obvious by the way he ignored you. If it had been a few years earlier, you would've accepted his silence and let him be alone. This was his blood brother who had died, and you couldn't just let him be alone anymore. Mitsuya hadn't shaved nor showered, and his hair was unkempt. There was no way this was him even close to the right state of mind. "Takashi, please." You sat next to him as he kept working on the clothing piece, "Please, you aren't taking care of yourself."

"You expect me to? This needs to be done for his funeral, I made a promise!" Mitsuya turned on you, shoving you away from him. He had promised Mikey that the piece would be done, and Draken could be buried in it, but Mikey wouldn't want Mitsuya to be driving himself into the ground like this. "His funeral is in a month, Taka, and you work fast. It will be done. Mikey doesn't want you to tire yourself out, you know that." You tried to reason with him. But he didn't seem to care.

Once again you were ignored and Mitsuya went back to his work.

"Draken wouldn't want you to work yourself to death over him." You whispered. Mitsuya paused and the atmosphere grew heavy, like an overly stuffed weighted blanket. There wasn't any time for you to process his movements when you were slammed against the floor. "Don't fucking talk like you knew Draken at all! You didn't! So shut the fuck up!" Mitsuya screamed in your face. It was so out of character for your boyfriend to be so...aggressive.

Silence was the only right answer with Mitsuya being like this. So you did just that. You stared up at him, silent and loving as he glared back, beautiful lavender orbs narrowed in anger and mourning with tears starting to glisten in his waterline. "Don't talk about him like you understood him...you didn't fucking understand..." Mitsuya slowly let his arms give out so he was laying on you, "...don't say shit like you know what you're talking about..."

The simple act of him giving out, him laying on you and letting your body be a sense of comfort, was all you needed to know that Mitsuya understood you were correct. The walk home was quiet, but at least he was done fighting you.

Mitsuya stared around the apartment he shared with you as you closed the door. "Let's get you in a shower first, I'll make dinner after." Mitsuya was glad to hear your soft voice after he'd been so rude to you in his office. "Will you remind me to call Luna and apologize?" But even as he asked, he was trying to figure out how to apologize for his behavior that he was pretty sure resulted in you hitting your head a little too hard.

"Of course. I'm sure she understands, though." You started the shower for him, "Just focus on trying to relax right now."

"Shower with me." He trapped you between him and the sink. No doubt, no hesitation. You let him help you undress, "I'm glad you came back home with me."

"Would you have left me alone if I hadn't?"

"Of course."

If he had needed more time to be alone, you would have allowed him that. Sometimes people just needed to fully grieve and accept the things that happened. And he'd just lost the only family that he felt understood him like no one else did.

But you... oh the way you seemed to just get him. It was different. Like you didn't understand him completely, but you didn't need to at the same time. As if he was the perfect mystery. Soft hands washed his hair and body, careful where you knew he was most sensitive. He was a sucker for eye contact, and you granted that for him as you washed behind his ears.

"Turn around, love." Mitsuya whispered, kissing your nose, "Grab hold of that wall for me." Maybe he was disgusting for thinking sex would keep you around after he bounced your head off the ground, but when he saw how easily you listened, how readily you gave yourself to him, he didn't care. "You're so soft, you know that?" Mitsuya's eyes rolled back as he pushed into your hole, "Soft and so easy to get lost in..."

Paper thin walls had you both keeping your voices down, the bathroom sounded like a soft-core porno where both the actors were actually getting into their bit. It was obvious that Mitsuya had checked out of his senses long ago, but this was peak out of his mind. Your velvety walls holding him just as gently as your hands washed his hair nearly caused him to absolutely be gone. "Taka~" You stepped one leg out, spreading wider just for him. "Just feel me, love, don't do anything else." Mitsuya panted, fingers digging in harshly as he tried to be gentle in his movements, "Just feel all of me. Feel all of me like I feel all of you."

Fuck, he loved how firm your cervix was against the head of his cock, as if you were trying to keep him from going as deep as he could. "Feels like fuckin' silk..." Mitsuya rested his head between your shoulder blades, "Sewn together just for me..."

Mitsuya cleaned you up before letting you even think about getting out of the shower, he'd made the mess after all. He only bothered to wrap a towel around his waist as he dried you off, one towel wrapped perfectly around your hair as he made sure the rest of you was as dry as could be. He knew you hated how your clothes felt on damp skin.

"Come here, Taka." You were already getting the razor and shaving cream out. He should've guessed that you were going to do that, but he really didn't want you to go that far out of your way. "I'm okay." Mitsuya smiled, "I'll shave in the morning."

"No you won't." You knew him better than that, and he was stupid for thinking you would let that happen. Mitsuya watched the way your ass and thighs jiggled as you hopped onto the little sink. "Come here." And it was final. You didn't ask twice, hell, you hadn't even asked the first time. Once more, Mitsuya gave in to your orders and stood between your knees so you could get his appearance together.

While you were busy, carefully shaving him, Mitsuya tenderly massaged your breasts. They were soft, like the rest of you. "This soft body...like velvet and silk molded together." He mumbled, grabbing his cock and gently pushing into you again, "I'm sorry, love. I-"

"It's okay, Taka." You were so focused on the task at hand, "Just move slow so I don't accidently cut you, yeah? Just process everything in your own way."

It crossed his mind that he probably was really disgusting for processing his friend's death through your pussy, but at the same time, you spoke so confidently. How was he not supposed to believe you? He kept to agonizingly slow movements, keeping you steady by your hips and staring into your eyes as you focused on where the blade was.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya takashi x reader

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mlm-ficcollection · 2 months

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Jasper Hale X Male! Reader (part. 2)

(I'm only a little bit ashamed that I forgot to post the second chapter on here. Anyways, enjoy!)

(Part. 1)

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The newborn lay in bed, glaring up at the unassuming and undeserving roof, and wondering how someone had just managed to come out for him.

After the incident, (y/n) stormed off into his room to cool off a bit (before he murdered Edward. Which he would be justified in doing thank you very much).

Coming out was, or had been, important to him. It was supposed to be a heartfelt moment of acceptance and love, a chance at something he'd never gotten before. And he knew that the others weren't blind to that fact either. He'd seen the look in Carlisle's eyes. The doctor certainly wasn't stupid. He knew he had his suspicions.

But this was not how coming out was supposed to go. He wished he had a rock or something just so he could chuck it at something (someone).

A soft knock came from the door, interrupting his seething. (Y/n) growled in frustration, turning over in the bed and facing away from the door.

"Fuck off Edward! Apology not accepted, go fuck yourself."

A small pause came from the other side of the door, sounding vaguely like someone stifling their laughter.

"... Well, what if it's not Edward?"

(Y/n)'s eyes shot open and he sat up with a start, recognizing the southern drawl on the other side of the door as definitely not Edwards. He slowly laid down again,

"Come in Jasper."

The door opened and closed, and the man approached the bed. (Y/n) did not avert his gaze from the roof. He felt no need to. The sheets of the bed shifted a bit as Jasper laid down next to him, staring at the roof as well.

For some reason, it didn't feel awkward. It just felt... safe, and calm.

"What're we lookin' at?"

Jasper asked, blinking at the empty grey roof. The newborn hadn’t the heart to tell him he was just glaring at the roof and imagining chucking rocks at his brother.

"It's new to me, this whole vampire sight. I can literally see the tiny insects on the roof." (Y/n) answered, not technically lying.

"... I'm not sure I like it. I lived in blissful ignorance of how I was surrounded by bugs before."

Jasper let out a huff of a laugh, and then they fell into a comfortable silence once more. There was tension brewing under the surface though, as if Jasper was waiting to say something that he didn’t quite know how to phrase. That wouldn’t surprise him. The man wasn’t exactly a star at navigating social interactions, mostly opting to stand back and observe.

Brooding, (y/n) had called it once, to which Jasper had responded with the most unamused of looks, making him throw his head back in laughter.

"You know it's okay right? To be gay, I mean."

Jasper stated, breaking the silence, but not the gaze on the roof. The poor roof had been subject to their scrutinising gazes for quite a while now.

(Y/n) didn't know how to respond. He couldn’t exactly argue. He knew it was technically not wrong - but some part of him still believed it was. His whole life he had been told he was wrong, a sin, a disgrace.

"... Is it?"

He mumbled, more so to himself than as an actual question. Life lessons were not always so easily unlearned. Then again, he had been taught vampires weren’t real too, and that had been unlearned pretty quickly.

Jasper frowned. (Y/n) wondered if he had upset him, as the silence between them stretched on.

"... I'm gay too, y'know. Sorta. I don’t really know all the… Words. Labels. Alice, uh, tried explainin’ but it ain’t sticking." He motioned noncommittally with his hand,

“I like women and men.”

Bi, (y/n) thought to himself, while also reeling from the weight of the words Jasper had just spoken. (Made sense though, that he had a hard time with the labels. From what he knew, Jasper was from a time you were either gay or not. Preferably not.)

…

Bi. Jasper was Bi. Jasper liked men and women.

“Wasn’ easy to come to that conclusion. Confederate Texas wasn’t the most open a’ places, believe it or not.” (y/n) snorted. Jasper smirked at the reaction, but continued. “I had to… Unlearn a lot of stuff, I’m sure you can imagine. Alice helped a lot. Anyway, it’s not wrong.”

They fell back into silence again after that. They tended to do that. Neither of them minded it.

(Y/n) couldn’t just… Unlearn everything on the spot.

But with time he’d get there.

“Thank you, Jasper.”

He responded eventually, looking over at the blond. He nodded at him.

“It means a lot.”

And Jasper simply nodded in response, returning the newborn's gaze before averting his eyes, back at the roof.

They both laid there, watching the roof. Or maybe just thinking. It didn’t matter.

Eventually, Jasper stood up to leave, nodding goodbye to the newborn once in the doorway. The newborn held up its hand, tipping a pretend cowboy hat at him, eyes twinkling mischievously. Jasper rolled his eyes. The fond smirk on his face was still there when he closed the door.

…

Jasper was bi. A tingle of hope spread through (y/n)s body, shooting through him like adrenaline.

————

Time passed, and… Nothing happened.

A couple of longing looks, a couple of too many lingering touches at training, but still, nothing. Let it be known that neither of the two men had a reputation for being fantastic at communication. It was likely that neither of the men wanted to assume the other one liked them back for fear of being wrong, of accidentally pushing the other away, of ruining what they had.

It was disgustingly adorable and horrendously frustrating to watch.

“I don’t get it.”

Alice declared, standing by one of their very large windows and peering out. In the woods, Jasper and (y/n) were training once more. Jasper brushed a hand against the newborn's shoulder, and Alice had to turn away from the window to stop herself from throwing a rock at them.

“How can they be this oblivious! I don't understand!”

“They are both afraid of making a mistake,” Edward stated from his place on the couch, distantly gazing into the trees. He seemed to be listening to them, more so than watching them. “Each wallowing in their own personal pit of self-doubt.”

“Yes, but it’s so obvious!”

Alice dramatically gestured with her hands - and it was obvious that this was killing her, not being able to just… Tell them that they were both wrong, that the feelings were requited. To not be able to help them.

“We have to let them take their time.”

Alice spun around, and there was Carlisle, coming down the stairs slowly. His gaze was set on the two men in the woods as well, before he looked over at Alice, his eyes gentle, and kind, and understanding.

“They have to realise it on their own. We can’t force their hands on this.”

He was right, of course. And Alice, if anyone, knew they’d get there eventually.

But holy shit could they take their time.

#jasper hale x male reader #twilight #jasper hale x reader #x male reader #male reader #twilight x reader #gn reader #jasper hale x gn reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen

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just-j-really · 3 months

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Unsoulmates part four (a new hope)

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Hob texts Morpheus two days after he and Audrey break up, because he's got two tickets to a ballet and absolutely no use for them anymore. He'd offered them to Gwen, first, but her girlfriend (her soulmate, actually, her soulmate she'd met at a Ren Faire in a moment out of a fairytale, complete with a kiss-print soulmark on the back of her hand) has even less interest in ballet than Hob does. And he knows bringing it up to any of his other friends will only get him concerned questions about why he keeps doing this to himself, wouldn't he be happier if he stopped actively avoiding his One True Love.

So offering them to Morpheus, who hasn't spoken to him in a month but probably won't do that, is the best option by default.

Shockingly, Morpheus replies. He even offers to meet Hob at the White Horse, a pub they'd frequented back when they were still sort of talking, to pick up the tickets.

Even more shockingly, Morpheus is already at a table when Hob arrives at the pub four nights later, like he's planning to sit and talk with Hob. Like before.

Hob is not entirely sure how he feels about that, but he's also running on maybe three hours of sleep, and the chair next to Morpheus looks extremely inviting, so he lets himself topple into it.

"If you ask me how I'm doing I'm going to get up and leave," he warns Morpheus, leaning back against the headrest and closing his eyes. He might just take a nap here. It's been impossible to fall asleep, these past few days, without the warmth of someone else in bed with him. And it's so easy, lying there with the tangible reminder of how alone he is, to let his thoughts spiral into why didn't she stay why didn't she even consider it wasn't it worth it?

But here, with the warmth and the noise of people around him and this unbelievably comfortable armchair, an uneasy half-doze starts to overtake him. He's drifting, wondering where in the world Morpheus found an armchair, when a soft tapping noise drags him back to reality.

When he opens his eyes, Morpheus is sliding a beer across the table to him. He doesn't say anything, just looks at Hob levelly, and Hob thinks that's why, why he opens his mouth to say thanks, what comes out instead is a cracking, "Do you know what it's like, having people congratulate you for having your heart ripped out?"

His voice sounds even worse than he feels.

Morpheus inclines his head at Hob in that familiar little nod; go on, I'm listening.

It's a small kindness, but it still makes Hob feel like his chest is cracking in half.

"Everyone acts like it's fine. Like it's a good thing. 'Yeah it hurts now but at least you'll stop wasting your life, at least now you'll find the person you were meant for.'"

He takes a breath. Takes a drink. "Nevermind that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her."

And then the whole story is spilling out of him, in an out-of-order slurry: the moment it happened- Audrey gesturing wildly as they ducked through the concert crowd, hand in hand; her stunned little gasp as her arm bumped another emphatic gesture-er; they way he'd stood there, confused, still holding Audrey's hand, while she and her soulmate stared longingly into each other's eyes.

The way she'd yes-anded even his stupidest bits, the way they'd had their own shared language of in-jokes, the way conversations with her were a dance and she always knew the next step.

The way, within a week, she'd scrubbed herself out of his life entirely, like she needed to fake her death to start her new life with The One.

"And- and I knew marriage wasn't happening, right?" he finds himself saying, some time and several drinks later. "Fuckin nobody marries their not-soulmate, which is STUPID. It's so stupid, remind me to tell you how stupid it is. But I thought. I thought we- I thought there was something. Something good. I thought maybe we could last."

The sentence gets much too wobbly at the end, and Hob swipes a hand roughly over his eyes.

"What did you want, then?" Morpheus asks.

Hob glares at him.

"If not marriage," Morpheus says, as though clarity were the problem there. He seems... sincere, though. Like he's actually asking the question, not trying to nudge Hob into an epiphany about the futility of his life goals. Hob's heard the second thing enough to know what it sounds like. And Morpheus has that- look, on his face. The Hob-is-an-insect look, but not. It's... it's like if that look were kinder, more genuine. More vulnerable.

So for what may be the first time, when asked that question, Hob actually considers his answer before responding. "I dunno what I wanted," he says. "I just want- I want someone to choose me. Not have me forced on them."

Morpheus stares at him. Studies him. As though the secret of life itself has somehow been hidden in Hob's face.

Hob stares back, pinned. Entranced. A little confused.

"You know," he says, after a moment, "I'm not actually a bug."

Morpheus sighs. "Come on," he says, "Let's get you home."

Despite Hob's insistence that he is fine, really, just a little tipsy and a lot heartsick and sleep deprived, Morpheus does walk him home.

Hob only remembers the tickets when they reach his building, and only then someone had stuck a sticker of a dancer to the back of a lamppost. "Here," he says, rooting around in his jacket pocket until he finds the envelope, and handing it over, "At least someone will get use out of them."

Morpheus stares at the envelope like he's never seen one before.

When he looks up at Hob, his eyes are glistening with tears. "Are you," he asks, quietly. He pauses for a long time, long enough that Hob starts to wonder if he'd handed over the wrong envelope, and then wonder what deeply tragic envelopes he could possibly have been carrying around.

"Are you going to look for your soulmate now?" Morpheus asks. His voice is as even, almost soothing, as ever.

He's looking at Hob as though the wrong answer will be his death sentence.

"Are you kidding me?" Hob asks. Despite everything, he finds himself grinning. "Never. The love of my life is out there, somewhere, I'm not going to discount them for something stupid like soulmates."

Morpheus smiles.

Truly smiles, for the first time that Hob has seen. It's a lovely expression, soft, hesitant, but so genuinely, contagiously delighted. And Hob knows, with the same bone-deep certainty as his disbelief in soulmates, that he'd protect that smile at all costs.

"Also," he says, because there's not much protection he can offer right not but there is always the shining, thrilling possibility of coaxing another smile out of Morpheus tonight, "I'm starving. Do you want to get dinner?"

#dreamling #unsoulmates au #my fic #an earlier draft referred to Morpheus' smile as 'the stray kitten of facial expressions' and while that is an objectively true descriptor #it is not the one Hob would use in that moment

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sparkling-ariaria · 11 months

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BTS fics I read and want to keep...no°1

*Only fics that aren't already on one of my other lists*Complete fem or non-specific reader* Upd: 20.06.2023

Non-Idol AU

Only yesterday by borathae - Yoongi x Reader Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.

Purr-haps I like you by taleasnewastime - Yoongi x Reader You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

A soft touch by madbutgloriouspond - Yoongi x Reader [fluff] Yoongi always knows exactly what you need.

The sweet shop by - Yoongi x Baker!Reader Yoongi gets extra clingy and too handsy while you’re whippin’ in the kitchen. And to Jungkook and Jimin’s dismay.

“You’re no longer alone” - Namjoon x Reader [hurt/comfort] God hears you when you ask him to make you feel less lonely.

Crazy, stupid love by koostarcandy - Bad boy!Jungkook x Good girl!Reader [short and adorable] Jungkook doesn't think of himself as man who would do reckless things for love, no. But he'd go to any heights, even if it drives him insane just for his love. Alternative? His drug is his baby.

Mr. Right (Swipe) family-free-side-blog - Fratboy!Jungkook x Reader Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?

Fall back in love by bukguhope - Jungkook x Reader Jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you.

When I'm with you by koostarcandy - Jungkook x Reader

Heaven by daydreamindollie - Hoseok x Reader “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”, “Can I do your hair?”, “Stop it, it tickles”

Alone again by archivedkookie - Hoseok x Reader Hoseok always ends up alone when the moon shines bright and the clock strikes midnight. Everyone eventually leaves him. And he isn’t surprised when you do, too.

A piece of your sun by holdinbacksecrets - Hoseok x Reader [talk about sickness of a relative, comfort] "You don’t have to ignore your doubts, love. It’s ok to say it hurts.”

Love Language by rmnamjoons - Namjoon x Reader Exactly one year before one meets their soulmate, their love’s first words spoken to them appear as a tattoo on their wrist. When Namjoon’s tattoo appears, however, it’s not of words, but of the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen.

All to myself by madbutgloriouspond - Seokjin x Reader It's easy to come home and let yourself be wrapped up by your boyfriend.

A part of your home by jinkookspencil - Seokjin x Reader In which seokjin creates space for you in his apartment.

Bookstores and safe havens by jinkookspencil - Jungkook x Reader "Just one book", you promise Jungkook as you step into the bookstore.

Heart of the storm by ladyartemisia - Jungkook x Reader Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach. But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart…or finally set it free.

fxck a fxckboy by yoongifis - Yoongi x Reader Where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? Somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

Protective by justcallmenikki7 - Platonic!BTS x Reader You’re new, and one day you get hit by a basketball and somehow, in some way, you got the Bangtan boys wrapped around your finger.

Idolverse

Angel by joonberriess - Yoongi x Reader [nsfw but fluffy] He’s yours and you are his. You didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

Gold by beahae - Yoongi x Reader One thing your boyfriend isn’t shy about is his musical talent. You know he enjoys getting to show off a little. Which only makes it especially intriguing when he gets suddenly bashful about his most recent songwriting development.

Your Yoongi by yoongiphoria - Yoongi x Reader Yoongi’s a little tipsy, lots of lovey-dovey fluff and smut

One morning by aamalaaa - Yoongi x Reader What soft mornings with Yoongi would be like.

Studio Dates by mirahuyooo - Yoongi x Reader Nothing beats spending the late hours in your boyfriend's studio.

Paws & Claws by amethystwritesbts - Taehyung x Dog groomer!Reader You get a bit exasperated when you have to stay late just to groom the dog of a high profile client, less exasperated when he ends up being a total sweetheart - his owner isn’t so bad either, turns out.

Intertwined by beenbaanbuun - Namjoon x Reader Namjoon brings home a new artpiece and you try to figure out what it symbolises.

Sunshine boy by magicchai - Hoseok x Baker!Reader Hoseok visits the bakery y/n works at regularly, enjoying the peaceful moments and the opportunity to flirt with a pretty girl.

Party on you by here2bbtstrash - Hoseok x Reader The only thing stronger than your social anxiety is your big dumb crush on Hoseok - and you're certainly not expecting it when he tells you the real reason he threw this album release party.

JK drabble by eoieopda - Jungkook x Reader Jungkook gets home from tour and is just the clingiest, cutest, softest bf.

Safety Net by orithyia-eriphyle - Platonic!BTS x member!Reader Compilation of the moments where the members of BTS are protective over the only female member, you.

Hybrid

Hierarchy by persphonesorchid - Panther Hybrid!Yoongi x Bunny Hybrid!Reader You go to an uni where most of the students are predators and get paired up with Yoongi for an assignment.

Out of the woods by angelicyoongie - Wolf Hybrid!Namjoon x Human!Reader Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it’s only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.

Fantasy/Supernatural/Space

Soulmate Drabble - OT7 x Reader

The Choice by ladyartemisa - Bastard Prince!Yoongi x Reader In which y/n virginity plays an important role in fulfilling a prophecy. Who will she decide to give it to?

The Mark of Yun-Ki by ladyartemisia - Tiger hybrid!Yoongi x Human!Reader For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir... but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

My Home by purpleyoon - Dragon!Yoongi x Human Healer!Reader It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.

Sehebon by httpjeon - Alien!Taehyung x Human!Reader You find yourself on Izo Huen, home to the Sehebon. Luckily for you, you've arrived at an interesting time.

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neteyamyawne · 1 year

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150 Followers Special

How they cuddle with you : (male version)

Jake :

He's normally the big spoon, with your back to his chest, big arms wrapped around your waist tightly so you couldn't move but you didn't mind it.

While cuddling he peppers your delicate skin with kisses and silent whispers about how wonderful and beautiful you are to him

Jake is a man of words and makes sure you know how much you exactly mean to him in those moments.

Touches and squeezes all throughout the night and the main reason for you being lulled to sleep in his arms .

Neteyam :

This man loves to have you on top of him, if you were to cuddle almost always you'd end up on top of him.

'Why' You ask, well he loves the way your face rests against his chest, the way your arms wrap around his neck, and it's not like your weight bothers him, if he could he'd carry you everywhere you go.

His fingers raked through your braids, twisting and turning them between his fingers, his other hand caressing your back, rubbing his palm up and down, sometimes resting on the base of your tail.

You in return kissed his neck and the place under his ear until you fell asleep with your head snuggled in his neck

Lo'ak :

Lo'ak is a little spoon, yes he is and he loves every second of it.

Your arm draped over his torso, face resting in the crook of his neck, your legs tangled with his, he savored these moments, mentally hammered them in his head so he won't forget.

Intertwining his fingers with yours, his heart fluttered with every second of it

Kissing his cheek, you whispered your goodnight to him, he turned his head to look back at you but before he could say anything you kissed him on his lips, which he melted into almost instantly, sleep enveloped him with a smile that still graced his face.

Tsu'tey :

You sat between his legs, back pressed against his chest, his arms circling your waist pulling you closer to him, your head rested against his shoulder , your hands clamped onto his, a soft smile lingering on your lips in the moment.

After a day's work, the only thing he needed was you in his arms, comforting him, he leaned against the wall next to the cot you both were together on.

Not a word was spoken but every feeling was conveyed, his love for you radiated through his actions and that meant the world to you.

Tonowari :

He was never the one to hide his feelings from you, so when he wanted to cuddle with you, he was not afraid to say it, and he'd get what he wanted because c'mon you can't deny his cute pout can you?

You'd lay down facing him, while his face made home in your neck or chest, your cheek pressed against the top of his head, your fingers coiled in his long fluffy hair.

Love floated in the air around you, his finger making patterns on your back, a soothing sensation bringing you both at peace, relishing in each other's presence.

Eyes closed, solely focused on each other the night went by too quickly to be fair but every minute spent with him was worth every hardship that was to come your way.

Ao'nung :

He was a stubborn, thick-skulled idiot, even when you asked for cuddles he'll say no at first but after a little bit of persuasion he's back on track.

Leaning on him, he lays on the hammock on his back with you at his side, your head supported by his arm that wrapped around your shoulders from behind.

Cheek pressed into his chest, you sigh in content as he finally agreed with it, even if he enjoys doing this he won't say it out loud, his ego too big to admit it but you knew it so you'd let him live in his happy dream as long as he wants because in the end you knew he'd give you what you asked for.

While cuddling he'd press sweet kisses on your forehead here n' there, massaging your shoulder once in a while, and within minutes you're dozing off peacefully while he admires your sleeping form till his eyes droop close as well.

A/n : you guys, it's still April! And it's not even been 2 days!! And i have 150 followers? 😭 Are you kidding me? I love you guys so much ahhhhh thank you so so much for your support and love, please ignore my drafts I'm working on a lot of stuff, it'll be posted in the coming week as I'll be over with my test tomorrow 😊🤗 again thank you so so much 🫶🏼😘

#jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar fandom #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #tsu’tey x reader #i luv u guys so much #ahhhh 150 followers my god #loak fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #ao'nung #tonowari x y/n #ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ

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kitsune-oji · 7 months

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Hi Oji! 🩵🩵

I'm taking you up on your offer for Lucifer comfort. I'm in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery and could really use something lucifer related (and maybe Mammon and Beelie too if it's not too much trouble) for comfort. Like what they would do for a s/o who needed an emergency procedure or something. I would appreciate it 😭😭😭

S/O who needs Emergency Surgery

Oh gosh, I hope everything goes well 🫂 :( of course I'll write you something and I hope it manages to comfort you even if only a bit

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: hospital/medical themes, surgery mention, sick reader, comfort, reader has longer hair or bangs (Beel)

Lucifer

If the news find him late, Lucifer feels his heart drop down drastically. He doesn't waste a second to get to where you are and hopes he can see you once more before you get carted into the surgery room

If you're with him at the time, Lucifer is already in his caring big brother Mode, worrying and taking care of you since you're not feeling well

He doesn't want to wait for the emergency vehicle to arrive, so he's driving you to the hospital yourself (or flying if possible)

Of course, Lucifer will also carry you if you want or need him to and when you get to the emergency station in the hospital, they already know he's the an who just called them to tell them you'd be there soon without him having to say anything

They would be quicker in accommodating you if they know in advance, he told you and sure enough, you don't have to wait long to be laid down on a hospital bed and get the medical attention you need

Lucifer is there by your side the whole time, holding your hand when you're on your way to the surgery room and kissing the back of it, whispering assurances just loud enough for you to hear him too

"You're so brave for me." "Everything will be fine." "I will be here when you wake up."

If there's still time before you have to get that surgery, Lucifer bring you anything you ask him to or at least organises others bringing you those things if it's something like clothes or a comfort item you forgot at home

He can read to you, tell you old stories of his brothers and him or just hold you in his arms if possible. Whatever you need, Lucifer wants to make sure you don't feel alone and that you won't feel too anxious about the upcoming procedure

If it helps, he can find out what exactly they will do and how it should help you, so that you don't feel like you're going in blindly without any idea what's going to happen while you're unconscious

While you're in surgery and after you got out and have to sleep off the rest of the anesthetic, Lucifer uses his time to organise everything so that you will be as comfortable as possible once you wake up

The sterile hospital room looks much more homely with your own blankets and your favorite flowers on the bedside table. There's even that picture of the brothers and you that you keep on your desk and the messages you got aren't overwhelming because Lucifer told them to keep it short. They could come see you once you were awake, so they didn't have to spam you with messages

The best thing however was seeing Lucifer once you woke up. He's so gentle and soft spoken, telling you to take it easy and calling in the nurse to check you over now that you've regained consciousness

He will take over helping you with anything like changing clothes or washing yourself, reluctantly letting the nurses take care of any bandages and such

Mammon

If he wasn't there when you and maybe those around you realised you needed medical attention asap, Mammon would feel so very very guilty for not being there. Even if he knows that it probably wouldn't have changed much and you'd still have to go to the hospital, Mammon wanted to be there for you when you need him. He'd run to were you are when he gets the news with such desperation that it's almost like he teleported

If however, you were close to him in that moment or perhaps in the same house, Mammon would be by your side in and instant and not leave you until you tell him to or he gets kicked out for trying to get into the surgery room with you

He will carry you if you want or need it, hold your hand and keep checking in with you

"Did it get worse?" "Can I do anything?" "Do you need some water?"

Barging into the emergency station of the hospital and demanding loudly that they give you the medical attention you need right this moment, was something you could have expected from Mammon

If you have the capacity to feel embarrassed in that moment, you can hide your face at least to not see all the attention fall on the two of you

Fair enough though, it makes the staff take care of you quickly. Finding you a bed and a room and figuring out what you need before scheduling a surgery as fast as possible (and needed, depending on what the issue is)

Mammon is a ball of anxious energy and when he's not able to be with you, he's gnawing on his fingernails, frowning and walking in circles. The urge to just try and get back into that surgery room again to at least see you was strong but considering it didn't work the first time and they were now in the middle of it, he'd only be interrupting or worse, surprising the doctors which could mean they may make a mistake and-

Yeah no, he needed to stay outside. He'd be there whenever you got out at least

If you still have some time together before the actual procedure and you're staying together in your hospital room, Mammon sits on a chair next to you and will try to help by distracting you any way you want

You can talk or he can just read you stories even if he's not the best at reading aloud or he can tell you all about this scheme he thought up or that movie he wants to watch with you...

If you're scared, Mammon will hug you (as much as possible) and let you tell him all about it. He doesn't really know what he can do but he at least promises you that he will be here, with you and that he's sure you will be better soon

By the time you wake up after the surgery, you can find Mammon sleeping in the chair next to your bed. He's sure to have a sore neck when he wakes up

There are messages from the brothers, royals, angels and other friends and family you may have and Mammon told his brothers to bring your favorite flowers and some clothes for you to change when you could. There was no way he would leave your side unless absolutely necessary and once he's awake, you know he will take care of you in any way you need

Beelzebub

Beel is someone who is overwhelmingly protective of those he loves and you're no exception. He feels as if he should keep you safe from anyone and anything and knowing that you need medical help and he can't do anything makes him feel helpless

Still, his mere presence next to you, his hand holding yours or brushing your hair from your forehead, is so soothing. Since he's not a demon of many words, Beel mostly takes to just staying by your side and answering anything you ask. Of course, he can also tell you stories to distract you if you ask him to do so. Mostly he tells you stories from the time they were in the Celestial Realm. Of Lilith and how different his brothers were and what was the same and all the shenanigans they got up to

It irks Beel that he cannot stay by your side when you finally go into surgery but he clenches his teeth and leaves to eat away his frustrations and anxiety over everything going well in there

He's not too far away however and takes food with him to eat while he waits for you to wake up

When you regain consciousness, you find him kneeling next to your bed, his hand holding yours while his head is laid on the mattress as he sleeps

Petting his head makes him wake up immediately and the way he fusses over you without hesitation makes you chuckle

"How do you feel?" "Do you want anything to eat? Do you crave something specific?" "Here's some water, you should drink." "I got you favorite snacks... I didn't eat half of them, so you can have them if you want."

If possible, Beel can even hold you in his arms now that you're awake again (please let him, he needs the reassurance that you're safe) and if you want, he will feed you too

Hospital food is horrible but don't worry, Beel will eat it for you so it doesn't go to waste and instead call someone to bring you something you actually like

#obey me shall we date #mine #om! swd #race neutral mc #gender neutral reader #gn mc #obey me mammon #Comfort #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #X reader #Headcanons #hcs #CW medical #cw hospital #cw surgery

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luvulyy · 2 years

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Hella, can i request a Denji x Male reader, reader is a vocalist on denji's favorite metal band and they meet after a concert so they kinda hit it off from there?

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓? ✷

𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍/𝐀

Denji didn't care much for music or celebrities. They were all irrelevant, something that didn't affect his goals. They were for normal people, those who didn't need to constantly fight for their dreams. Really, he couldn't care less.

But you were different.

From the moment he heard your voice, he was hooked. He'd never even remotely thought he'd be a metal fan but the way you screamed, the absolute energy you radiated was addicting.

It was a secret comfort to him. He'd hum your songs while working, driving everyone else insane as he sang the same ones repeatedly. Your voice was like a warm hug after a long day, always there as he finally lay down to rest.

He'd secretly buy your merch, your cd's, and listen to your band at every possible opportunity. He'd try to be subtle and deny everything with red cheeks whenever Power teased him about it.

It had taken countless attempts of bribery and offers to do the chores to convince her to come to the concert with him. The days leading up he'd been noticably distracted, practically vibrating with excitement.

The concert itself was better than he could even dream. You seemed to glow on stage, like it was where you were born to be. It was hypnotising how confident you were up there, swinging around as you sang, your throaty voice mesmerising. It was over far too soon for Denji's liking, he could listen to you for hours.

He danced and sang along until his voice was hoarse. He'd never felt so at peace, jumping along to the volume. He was out of breath by the end, sweaty but unable to hide his joy.

He was still basking in your sound when the concert had ended and people were milling about, drinking and chatting. The music was still echoing in his head, so absorbed he didn't notice the band coming to mingle in the crowd.

When you walked past Denji's heart skipped a beat. You met his eyes and instantly, he froze.

He didn't believe in love at first sight or anything but seeing you right in front of him, looking at him, after being a fan for so long left him starstruck. Power had wandered off somewhere, probably looking for food so it was just you and him.

'Hey.' You smiled warmly at him and his stomach flipped. He simply gaped at you, unable to believe this was really happening.

You took a step closer, brows lightly furrowed. 'You alright?'

Your voice was even more musical when you spoke, clear but soft as it rang out. He didn't know what to say, as if fanboying was a good answer. 'Yeah, yeah... I am.'

The boy in front of you looked a little off, eyes completely alert. You couldn't help but move closer to him, concerned. It didn't hurt that he was... really cute. He looked your age, and radiated boyish charm. His scruffy blond hair was wild and spiky, it was clear he'd been banging along to the music.

You licked your lips as you watched his reactions. 'Mind telling me a bit about yourself, sweetheart?'

He flushed beautifully, clearly not used to the attention. 'I'm Denji. I'm here with my friend Power... and I'm a Devil Hunter?'

Now it was your eyes that widened as you stepped forward and grabbed his hands excitedly. It was adorable how your eyes lit up. 'Woah, that's so cool! I don't think I've ever spoken to one before. Thank you for your hard work.' You bowed your head as Denji proudly grinned.

Denji was a goner. Absolutely head over heels. You dressed so punk, sang like a fallen angel but your personality? You'd been nothing but postively sweet since you'd started talking. If it was anyone else it would be sickening but with you, your smiles were nothing but natural and enchanting.

As he watched you with puppy eyes you couldn't help but reach into your pockets and pull out a ticket. 'Hey, I hope this doesnt sound conceited but you listen? It's the least I can do.'

His jaw dropped wordlessly as he stared at the slip in your hand hungrily. Could you not feel the absolute awe exuding from him? 'Yeah... yeah I do.'

You grinned as you held it out for him to take, smile only widening as he took it gently, not able to believe it was real.

'It's a VIP for tomorrow's show. I don't think you'll mind hearing it again.' You winked openly at him. 'Plus I'd love to talk to you some more.'

Denji nodded, gobsmacked. Whatever had made the universe be so generous he didnt know, but he sure as hell was going to take the opportunity. 'Sure. Same here.'

You patted him on the head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you walked pass. Electricity ran down his spine at the contact.

'I'll be looking for you!'

It was only as you walked away he realised he never got an autograph. He beamed cheek to cheek as he touched where your lips had ghosted, unable to believe his luck. He'd just have to ask tomorrow.

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10underoot2 · 25 days

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Episode 5 - Deeper Look

Hyun woo's journey till Episode 5 is finding love again. He had forgotten so much of what made him fall in love, who Haein was. He'd forgotten what made the marriage bearable. Who created that chasm between them? Who refused to accept help as he cried himself to sleep.

Hynwoo's the obvious victim of a vicious marriage but I think the real victim is Haein. Hyunwoo forgot that he loved Hae in. For him the hardship fell on him alone and it made him forget the women he loved was going through equal amounts of pain by losing their child. Feeling only he was being wronged, not scratching Hae in's surface deeper he grew apart. The family, the tears, the burden all came because he didn't have Hae in smiling at him at the end of the day. Hae in didn't change, Hyun woo did.

Hae in whilst collosal at showing it loved him and their unborn child very deeply. She never considers divorce because she never stopped loving him. I'm sure over the years she gathered crumbs of his love and those were enough for her because she knew he cared. And that was enough for her to continue her love in the same way she always had. Hyunwoo realises he loved her when he pretends to care again. He begins to realize again 'oh she's so pretty, oh she makes my heart pound still'.... And it scares him. When he runs away from kissing her in his room in the village he's not scared of her he's scared of the depth his own feelings. He'd never stoped loving her he'd just forgotten how and how much he actually did.

Hae in thinks he's afraid of her, then thinks no, he just doesn't care so the next morning she tries her best to let him know through her words (not her strangest medium mind) that she doesn't care either. She's heard his disregard for her and she's starting to think maybe she's wrong about his love for her. Her doubt's are winning. But then there in the rain she sees him holding an umbrella over her - half drenched in rain himself - and she doesn't understand. He loves her, she knows he does so why won't he love her? It's so confusing. He's selfless in love and for Haein actions have always spoken louder so why didn't he come closer last night?

For Hyunwoo though, words have always spoken louder. He's the one who hears first and notices actions second. For Hyun woo the it moment is when he hears her real thoughts in an interview she gave months ago (before she knew she was dying, when he was seriously considering divorce knowing that nothing could save his marriage). She said she wanted to talk, eat, walk and chat with him *everyday day*. He rewatched it because he couldn't believe it. She's never said it to him. It's been a long time since he's seen/heard her that soft. But they live together so why haven't they been doing all this? And it still doesn't hit him why until he gets to Germany.

Hae in was angry with him, thinking he didn't care as much when she left. She had sensed doubt and she wasn't going to string him along for anything. So dejected when she's at the palace she's essentially there because she's missing him and the time they were really, truly in love. When she was confident he loved her.

And what better way for him to start than to show her he cares. He knew her enough to realize she would not have worn comfortable shoes and brings the shoes to her, all the way from Korea.

When she says they're luring in tourist by saying you'll have no worries and tears he's quick to tell her that's exactly what she did to him. He proceeds to tell her 'now that we are married I should be there for you, especially in times like this.' The way he says it it's like a plea.

Translation: Please let me be there for you.

But her response is the light bulb he's been missing all along.

'Did I ever ask you not to be by my side? I wanted you to be by my side. I never wanted to be alone, ever.'

Translation: You don't need my permission. You misinterpreted my silence. You were always supposed to be by my side.

It's so accusatory in the saddest way possible that it hurts.

Hyunwoo left her alone when she needed him. When they both needed each other. She never pushed him away she just couldn't talk about her emotions but his _action_ (to move out of the bedroom) made all the difference in her perception of them. He realizes in that moment this is beyond just her illness, this is about their loss 2 years ago. And it's painful for him to realize that the reason he's been unhappy has essentially been himself all along. He told himself he couldn't love her. He thought her cruel. And he separated the most intimate space they shared. The single tears falling from both of them is them reliving the collective pain of the loss of their unborn child. They realise what happened. How they messed up. Hyun woo's sorry is truly genuine and deep. You can feel the weight of it being too much for him. Was he maybe also thinking about the actions he's made since episode 1 as well?

Hae in's love shines the most brightly in her words next. She's essentially telling him I think I've realized you're my miraculous way to live. You're the place that has no sadness for me. You're my home. 'Let's go home' has never been more literal. And this is when Hyunwoo really realizes ah this is how she used to express it. I see it - her love. It's been right here all along and now I'm being subjected to it again. And he can't hold it back any longer. He hugs her, let's his tears of pain and shame fall.

Their emotions during the hug are so telling. For Hyunwoo it's so much of oh God what have I done. I love her how did I mess up so badly? And for Haeina it's just relief. She has him back. The Hyunwoo who promised to be by her side, who loved her: he's right there. He's in her arms embracing her.

And then as soon as he can goes in to close the deed he had hesitated in just a few nights before. His heart now allowed to love Hae in again. His mind now able to comprehend her love for him.

And essentially I think this is why the divorce sucker punched Haein so bad. If her disregard was betrayal for Hyunwoo, this paper was it for her.

#queen of tears #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #kim ji won #kim soo hyun #Qot #episode 5 #realizations #Needed to put this out there #The characters I think are really well done so far

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