[leiistqrs]

CAN’T TOUCH ME LIKE GOJO . ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🌐་༘࿐

JAMIE ഒ ◞ she ◞ professional megumi fushiguro kisser ◞ multi fandom ◞ bakuto && kuroo’s cheerleader ◞ r. claw ◞ illumi zoldyck’s angel ◞ cabin eleven ◞ clark kent’s wife ◞ james potter reincarnated ◞ child of wolfstar

LOOK GOOD IN ALL MY PHOTOS . ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐.

[ccupidskitty]

.✦ ݁˖ blissful ignorance — featuring illumi

“do you ever look in the mirror and—admire your hair?”

you looked up at illumi who was currently putting a shirt on

“I don’t admire myself. it’s not a priority. that goes with my hair also.”

you shrugged and ran your fingers through the silks of his black hair. he stiffened

“What is your fascination with my hair….dont touch it. as stated, it’s not a priority.”

you leaned against him slightly

“It should be a priority. it’s hard to miss…kinda the first thing you notice.”

his eyes flickered towards you—as if you offended him—which he did feel a bit targeted.

“besides your eyes of course…theyre also hard not to miss.”

you chuckled and poked him a bit

“in a good way…obviously.”

the silence stretched once more. he combed his hair out the way and only gave it enough attention to the point it wasnt on his mind anymore.

“have you ever tried braiding your hair?”

“no.”

“will you ever braid your hair?”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

immediately you formed a pout

“just…one braid? I promise I won’t be a disturbance anymore!”

he didn’t talk—but he didn’t deny or agree either

you inched closer to his hair, watching his reaction just in case.

you separated his soft locks into 3 sections and started braiding. making sure to be gentle and neat at the same time. While also keeping an eye on him preparing for any negative reaction

“you need a rubber band.”

you nodded with a soft scoff already reaching for the rubber band on the counter. why was he acting like you didn’t know what you were doing!?

“alright! done! dont you feel beautif—“

he walked right past you into the room and straight into bed.

“rude…not even gonna rate it at least?”

you followed after him and slid into bed next to him

“are you falling asleep that quickly?”

you leaned over and poked his cheek again. who knew his skin could be so cold…..and soft.

“do you like it or not?”

his eyes opened as quick as he closed them with a sigh

“you said you wouldn’t be a disturbance. cant even keep up with your promises…what a shame.”

“well it’s a simple question that you refuse to answer—“

“goodnight.”

“illumi!”

“goodnight.”

“…whatever.”

[leiistqrs]

mmh i love that james req you sent 🤭🤭 secret relationship hell yeahhh

yesyesyesyesyes 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[masivechaos]

in my life!

── ☆ cameron james x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Cameron gifts you a mixtape for your anniversary

Warning/content: nothing (mention of kissing?)

a.n.: 1.3k words - first time writing for my bby cameron <3

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Cameron knew it was kind of a silly gift. And he hoped you'd like it. But he had never had a girlfriend before so he didn't know what he was supposed to give you for your four-month anniversary. 

He thought about something expensive but Patrick said it was too soon so he tried to find something more meaningful. He wanted to write a letter and then realized that's what he gave you for your three-month anniversary. He dug into his mind for any sort of idea and then he got it.

He knew you liked music and for a second he thought about getting you a cd but then... It felt like a birthday gift, not an anniversary one. And that's when he finally got the perfect gift for you: a mixtape.

It was music, so he knew you'd like it but it was also personal because he'd get to pick every single song on it.

He wrote down the idea on his math notes and rushed home as soon as the bell rang. He opened his door and sat at his desk, grabbing a paper and a pen. He started to think about all the songs he'd put on there.

Cameron wanted to put songs you liked, songs that reminded him of you, and songs you had both danced to. Which felt like a lot for a moment. He wrote down the first song...

‘There Is A Light that Never Goes Out’ by The Smiths. You both had danced to it more than once.

After a few hours of thinking of all the songs and in which order he'd put them, he had the finished tracklist:

‘dancing barefoot’ by patti smith

‘tonight, tonight’ by the smashing pumpkins

‘(nice dream)’ by radiohead

‘gimme shelter’ by the rolling stones

‘my life’ by the beatles

‘just like heaven’ by the cure

‘lover, you should’ve come over’ by jeff buckley

‘head over heels’ by tears for fears

‘when the sun hits’ by slowdive

‘linger’ by the cranberries

‘modern love’ by david bowie

‘lovefool’ by the cardigans

‘breakfast in america’ by supertramp

‘there is a light that never goes out’’ by the smiths

–

Cameron looked down at the tape proudly once it was done. 14 songs because you started dating on March 14th, he tried to add diversified songs and he thought he did pretty well. He also tried it once to make sure it sounded good. It did. He wrote down ‘Songs for you <3’ on the bare sticker and let out a small squeal of excitement. He couldn't wait one more week before giving it to you.

But he had to.

Eventually, the day came. He decided to take you out to dinner, it was a classic but girls love classic, right?

Right?

Anyways, that's what Micheal said.

Cameron picked you up at your house at 7pm. He was wearing a suit, the tape wrapped and tucked in his interior pocket, he wanted to look good but also-- he had to admit-- he wanted to impress your parents. 

He adjusted his tie and knocked at the door. Your mom opened, he had met your parents already but he was still a little stressed every time. He didn't want to mess up ever.

"Hi," he smiled with an awkward hand wave "I'm here to pick up Y/n." He sounded almost uncertain but also he wanted to show how happy he was to go on a date with you.

Your mom slimed at him tenderly, for once you had a boyfriend who deserved you. It felt good to know her daughter was in good hands.

"Of course, young man. Come in, she's almost done getting ready."

"Thank you," he mumbled as he stepped in. He looked around, even though he already knew your house, often hanging out here when your parents weren't around. 

As his eyes roamed the room, he finally saw you, coming down the stairs, looking absolutely beautiful. "H-hi," he beamed, his cheeks already a soft pink tint.

"Hi," you smiled back as you looked at him. He was so handsome standing there with his suit. You grabbed your purse, kissed your mother on the cheek and left "Bye," you called.

Cameron opened the passenger door, a true gentleman, as always. He started to drive and you glanced at him "So... where are we going? You told me to dress nice so I did but I'm a little curious now," you asked.

He looked at you and smiled at you, his cheeks still slightly pink, "Uhm... To the restaurant," he said.

The radio was humming a nice song in the background. "Really?" you smiled "That sounds good, I'm excited"

You reached the restaurant, and got seated. "It's a little fancy," you said and then got worried about the final check, he was going to spend a lot on you and the thought made you a tad uncomfortable. But that will be a thought when the bill will come. 

We got our drinks and cheered "To our four-months anniversary" you both grinned before taking a sip.

You loved giving gifts and you couldn't hold it anymore "When should we open the presents?" you asked.

Cameron looked up with a soft smile, also impatient at the idea of giving you the mixtape. "Now if you want, darling," he said. 

Darling. You loved it when he called you this way, it truly made your heart flutter. "Okay, I'll go first."

You reached for your purse and handed him the wrapped gift. He gently ripped the paper and his eyes widened, it was a small scrapbook of your first few months together. He flipped the pages carefully, his mouth agape in awe. "Woah..."

he whispered "It's... it's so pretty and... and thoughtful. Thank you, darling."

He was looking at your gift so tenderly, you felt heat creep to your chest. He was always so... soft and tender about everything that came around your relationship. Always making sure you were well and good. He always managed to make you feel loved in every single way possible.

“There’s blank pages so we can add future pictures,” you added

Cameron looked at you, eyes shining. It was silly how much that little sentence meant to him. But it implied you wanted to stay with him, to keep being at his side. He cleared his throat and reached for the tape in his pocket before handing it to you "It's not a lot but..." 

You ripped the paper and your smile widened "A mixtape?" you glanced up at him "You made me a mixtape? That's-" you flipped it to read the titles "So cool. Oh my- the Cardigans !!"

"Yeah, I remembered you liked them," he said, slowly relaxing.

You looked carefully at all the songs “‘In my life’?,” you smiled, it was the song that played on your cd player when he first kissed you. The thought warmed your cheeks. There was ‘modern love’, the song you always insisted he should dance with you to. ‘(nice dream)’ wasn’t exactly a romantic song but it had played in the car after your first date. Each song was attached to a moment of your relationship.

They say it’s the thought that counts. And now, not only was the thought the cutest ever but the execution was also perfect. 

You leaned in across this table and pressed your lips to his softly "Thank you so much, baby. I'll cherish it."

Cameron’s cheeks flushed immediately and you chuckled. You liked it, it’s like he never got used to you being his girlfriend. 

Later, you understood that he didn't just give you a tape. He also gave you tons of hours dancing together, or his constant presence lingering in your room each time you played it. He definitely knew how to make you happy.

[leiistqrs]

AWEE THANK YOU 💟💟

[masivechaos]

good-looking!

── ☆ steven meeks x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: you just got glasses and have a hard time thinking they look good but meeks is there to change that.

Warning/content: r and meeks could be dating or not, there's no mention of that.

a.n.: 1k words - hope every glasses baddies know how good they look with them

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You never thought all the hours you spent reading in the dark would impact you later. But as you received your glasses and looked at yourself in the mirror, you started to regret it. It didn’t feel right, it didn’t look right.

"They look pretty on you, honey," your mother smiled, but of course she was biased. She thought everything was pretty on you. 

You sighed, "I don't know...," you whispered, you hated them. And the fact you'd have to go back to school looking like this was a horrifying thought.

Tons of people wore glasses, including some of your friends, but you just never thought it could be you too and now... now you just wanted to take them off and go back to normal.

You went back to Welton from your ophthalmologist appointment, silent the entire ride. You were scared of all the comments you would receive about your new glasses, not to mention the massive headache you had from adapting to this newfound eyesight.

You rushed to your dorm but on your way there you met someone, obviously.Well it wasn't so bad because Meeks was your friend, but still... you wanted to be alone.

Meeks' eyes widened when he saw your glasses "Oh, hi," he said with a smile.

"Hi..." you answered, you wanted to escape this conversation.

"I like the glasses," he commented, "they suit you."

It felt like a lie to you but tried to push away the thought, maybe the glasses actually looked good on you. 

You looked away, maybe if you didn't see him, he didn't see you, "Mmh i'm not sure," you whispered.

Meeks frowned "Why not? They look good."

Why was he always so sweet? "No," you simply said, too tired to say more. What a horrible day.

"Yes they do," he protested softly.

You kept your eyes on the ground, avoiding his eyes, you wanted to break your glasses in half and never wear them again. But that would mean keep seeing the blackboard all blurry all the time, that wasn't worth it. It was tempting, though.

"I look ugly with them," you finally let out. "They're ruining my face."

Meeks found himself confused, they looked so good on you, why were you worried about it? "How are they ruining your face?"

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt "They take so much space... It's horrible, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I feel like my eyes look huge”

His eyes widened "Woah, woah, woah... that's not true," he said softly, his hand tilting your chin up, making sure you were looking at him "These glasses, they look good on you, ok?" he smiled "You're just not used to them, yet. When I got my glasses, at first I didn't like them. But now that I've had them for years, I'm used to them and they don't look half bad."

You weren't sure, it felt like his face was made for glasses but yours maybe just wasn't. Maybe you’ll look bad with them forever and that was a fact you’d have to get used to.

"No... I think itI just looks bad... and it always will... I don't know why I was stupid and kept reading without a light on just because my roommate was sleeping... I should have known better."

Meeks honestly didn't know why you were beating yourself for it. He couldn't even see what was wrong with your new pair, he genuinely thought you were pretty with them.

"You know I'm honest, right?"

You shrugged, nothing seemed to change your mind. You were often stubborn but this was a moment where Meeks wanted you to believe him for once, to learn how to take compliments and to accept that people were genuine to you, no one was lying.

He sighed "They really look good, give them a week and you'll slowly get used to having them on all the time," he said, trying to give you comfort "Besides, nothing could ever ruin your face, you're uh… too good-looking for this."

This comment made you look up, Meeks was looking at you softly, his cheeks a gentle hue of pink, almost unperceivable, but not to you. You knew him too well.

"You... you really think so?"

He offered you a smile, the one that always made you feel warm, "I do," he said, "Try to look at yourself the way others look at you, everyone thinks you look good-- not just me."

Steven’s cheeks kept getting redder. He was willing to get a little embarrassed just to make you feel better. You had to admit this made you feel a little better and, for the first time since you left that appointment, your lips tugged into a smile. A genuine one.

You turned your head to look at your reflection in the panel of glass at the top of the door, with his words still having an effect on you, and maybe-- just maybe-- you started to feel a little good.

It still felt a little wrong and awkward but the thought that you could get used to it brushed your mind and it felt comforting. You couldn't say you felt confident with them yet but the pit in your stomach was gone. That was a good feeling, a feeling you wouldn't have at the moment if it hadn’t been for Steven.

He had always said he'd be there for you but somehow you didn't think he'd be there for something as silly as getting insecure about your glasses. Yet he was here.

“Thank you, Meeks,” you smiled. “It means a lot.”

He looked at you so tenderly, you felt something in your stomach. Was it the butterflies you always heard about but had never felt?

Meeks' smile was so soft. “Of course. Don’t get insecure over this alright? They look great, believe me. I mean… anything will look good on you but they look very good, if anything, they make you extra lovely.” He still had this pink dust on his cheeks that made you feel like he cared.

“I’ll remember it,” you said, finally starting to feel confident.

“Good, good,” Meeks answered “Don’t want you to worry about what makes you look even cuter.”

[leiistqrs]

MEEKSIEEE

[freakyolivelady]

computa make my mutuals have a great day

[acideathr]

♫ .. “ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵… “ ★ . •° .

ılıılı being with chrollo lucilfer

chrollo, who reads philosophy and classic literature during long nights in unfamiliar hideouts, but always dog-ears pages that remind him of you - later quoting them absentmindedly during troupe meetings, much to machi’s eye-roll and feitan’s confusion.

chrollo, who keeps a small photo of the two of you - taken in a rare peaceful moment in meteor city - tucked inside his bandit's secret book, not as a weakness, but as a reminder of the only thing worth stealing back if ever lost.

chrollo, who never misses your calls, no matter where he is or what job the troupe is on - even if he can’t say much, even if the line goes quiet, he listens to your voice as if it’s the only tether keeping him from becoming completely hollow.

chrollo, who brings you back little trinkets from every city the troupe passes through - not jewels or gold, but strange and beautiful objects with stories he’s memorized just so he can tell them to you with that soft, lopsided smile.

chrollo, who meditates on rooftops beneath the stars after missions, the moonlight silvering his hair - and when he returns to you, it's like he’s shed the blood of the night and returned only with poetry on his lips.

chrollo, who lets you patch him up when he comes home injured, never flinching, letting your hands move over old scars and fresh wounds like you're rewriting a story he no longer has to carry alone.

chrollo, who trusts you with the unspoken - who doesn’t speak of uvogin’s death unless it’s to you, doesn’t show guilt for the destruction he’s caused unless it’s late at night and he’s lying beside you, asking if you still see light in him.

chrollo, who disappears for weeks at a time but always leaves behind something small: a note in your favorite book, a pressed flower under your pillow, a coded message only the two of you can decipher - all reminders that he will always find his way back to you.

chrollo, who debates ethics with you after a long day - coolly detached in theory, but softened when you challenge him, smiling faintly as you call him out, knowing you’re the only one who can argue with him without fear.

chrollo, who lets down his guard fully only in your presence - removing his earrings, shedding his coat, and curling up beside you with a kind of vulnerability the rest of the world would never believe exists in the leader of the phantom troupe.

[leiistqrs]

when i get my first tatoo it WILL be the phantom troupe spider

[leiistqrs]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𖤓 superman x civilian/ journalist! reader

(baby both arms cradle you now)

in which kryptonite wasn’t superman’s biggest weakness, it was losing you

꒰🪐꒱

cw - hurt no comfort! lex being an ass per usual, adrianne lenker song as ref, grief ,cussing , death, mention of guns and shooting erm yeah!

GREEN emitted from the corner of the holding cell. Kryptonite, created from Metamorpho’s powers. Unwillingly, Superman lay in the corner, weakened from the creation. Purple and blue veins popping and a sickly appearance present.

Metamorpho’s melancholy expression matched the room perfectly. There was a crippling silence between the two, the static of the element filling their ears.

The silence was soon interrupted when lewd footsteps entered the platform and abruptly stopped. Superman’s gaze was turned to the owner of the steps. The owner being Lex Luthor, the man who trapped him there in the first place by creating a pocket universe.

“Wakey wakey Sunshine.” Lex deadpanned, kicking the enclosure simultaneously. “I’ve got a present for you.” he smirked revealing a figure with a sack over their head.

Superman. glanced up, not realizing who it was, until Lex unmasked the person revealing their identity as Y/n L/n, the most important person in Superman’s life. His eyes grew wide with shock mixed with rage. He tried to muscle up enough energy to get up but failed.

“You keep your hands off of her Lex.” Superman replied grittily, his voice horse but his tone aggressive.

“Or what?" Lex snapped before a sly smirk appeared on his face, a brow arched. With Superman's sweetie pie in his clutches, Lex had Superman in the palm of his hand. All it would take was one wrong move before Lex would crush the Kryptonian then and there.

"God-- Lex, I don't know but," he choked on his words, "please don't hurt her." Superman pleaded with raspy gasps for air. Lex let out a chuckle at his pitiful plea. Superman mustered enough strength to move his head up to glance at the girl. Tears accessorized her face, threatening to continue falling from her eyes. She shook with fear, a cloth covering her mouth. Quaint squeals spilled from her lips accompanied by shaky breaths.

"Please," he mumbled, collapsing.

“Aw,” Lex displayed a fake pout on his face. “Is big, scary Superman sad because his sugar pie is going to die?” he asked in a fake infantile voice. He then rolled his eyes before laughing at the hero’s sullen, pitiful state on the floor. Finding his sickly, pitiful appearance amusing and quite hilarious.

Superman didn’t respond. The Kryptonite had been and currently was sucking every bit of life and energy out of him. He was helpless, how could he help Y/n, if he couldn’t even help himself?

“Lex, I’m begging you.” The weakened Kryptonian managed to muster out.

“Superman? Begging lil’ ol me?” Lex laughed, “Cute.” his smile quickly turning into a straight face. “I gave you chance after chance after chance to accept and admit how much of a fraud you really are. I was being nice. . . But did my favor get returned? No. So you’re going to have to learn the hard way.” Lex retorted. “I’m done waiting my turn.” The air still tense and Superman’s life slipping away by the second.

A beat. “Don’t tell him anything.” a muffled voice came from the girl. A voice Lex despised.

“Alright, enough.” he deadpanned. Promplty, before Superman could react or yell for him to stop, Lex pulled out his gun, aiming at her head. The trigger clicked, the chamber was empty. Superman swallowed dryly, wet tears streaking his cheeks. Lex raised an eyebrow at the girl before turning his attention to the weakened hero.

“Lucky, aren’t we?” he teased with a sharp giggle. Superman’s gaze, shyly moving to the girl. She shook as she spoke more sharply this time,

“Don’t do it.” she affirmed. Lex turned around quickly, pulling the trigger again with precision, this time the gun going off. Lex shot the girl in the head at point blank, killing her upon impact Instantly, she was limp against the chair.

“Aw, I’m sorry Superman . . . it was an accident.” Lex replied with fake pity, another pout on his lips.

Superman then let out a crackled, painful scream, as tears relentlessly fell down his cheeks. “Why would you do that?” he questioned over and over again as he sobbed, heavily breathing which turned into quick heaves.

. . .

Clark and Y/n had a sweet relationship. They were freshly dating, yet had shared glances across the office and playful banter for longer than Clark could tell. They shared intimate moments. There were countless mornings they would soak up each others presence skin to skin her dimly lit bedroom before heading to work as if they were nothing more than friends.

Clark had met Y/ns mother and he laughed as her mother shared embarrassing baby pictures with the man, and as he pointed out photos from her awkward middle school phase.

Y/n knew what it would mean, dating a superhero and what the risks were. Her and Clark spent nights discussing it. Clark understood if she wanted to leave, if it was too much for her. But she stayed.

However, Clark never anticipated it would be her in danger from the consequences of his dual life.Clark never expected this of all things to happen. For the villainous, violent man he had a rivalry with, to hurt such an innocent girl.

He wanted nothing more than to just cradle her in his arms, and whisper in her ear that everything would be alright, that Lex wouldn’t and couldn’t hurt her. But the reality was, Y/n was dead, on Lex’s accord and despite being a superhero, Clark couldn’t save the one girl who saving meant the most to. To the person he least expected would need it. And it was his fault.

. . .

“What a shame, nice girl, sharp tongue, great bod.” he shrugged. “Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson this time.” Lex responded monotonously. He snapped his fingers as him and his accomplice made their way back the way they came, leaving Superman with a front seat view of the lifeless body of the girl who had filled him with what she had now lost.

[plumkissed]

making boyfriend!yuji chase you ᝰ.ᐟ fem!reader

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

.

.

.

©plumkissed 2026

[leiistqrs]

guys i saw the odyssey and it was so peak

[leiistqrs]

NEW THEME EVERYONE CHEER

[stvrlighttgabss]

football bf!luffy hcs

football bf!luffy who somehow became the star quarterback of your college despite treating half the playbook like a suggestion. 

football bf!luffy who absolutely loves crashing into you immediately after practice. No matter how he smells.

“Luffy, get off!”

“Why?”

football bf!luffy who looks for your face in the stands during his game, his bright grin only widening once he sees you.

football bf!luffy who treats every injury like it’s nothing until you’re the one worried.

“Luffy, your arm is bleeding.”

“Huh?” He glances down. “Oh.”

“OH??”

football bf!luffy who always drags you to get food after a game. The drive-thru workers know him by name.

football bf!luffy who makes you wear his letterman jacket if you even so much as mention being cold—or even if you’re not.

“You’re cold.”

“I promise I’m not.”

Too late. His jacket is already over your shoulders.

“Better.”

football bf!luffy who calls you his “lucky charm” and insists you being there is the reason his team wins. Suspiciously enough, on days you’re not there, they lose.

football bf!luffy who falls asleep on FaceTime while he’s on a charter bus after an away game.

“You should sleep.” You tell him, watching as he struggles to stay awake.

“Not tired.”

His eyes are already half closed.

“Luffy.”

“Wanna hear your voice more.”

Ten minutes later, he’s completely knocked out with the phone tilted toward the bus ceiling. 

football bf!luffy who keeps random things you give him tucked away in his locker. Whether it’s hair ties, a key chain, or even just a note. 

football bf!luffy who loves putting all of his weight on you when he’s tired, trusting you to hold him up. You don’t trust yourself.

“Hold me up.”

“I physically cannot.”

“Believe in yourself.”

football bf!luffy who always looks for you first after a win. Before teammates. Before coaches. Before interviews.

You.

football bf!luffy who gets drafted and still crashes into you afterward like he just won a regular game.

You've barely processed the announcement before he's lifting you off your feet.

"We did it!"

"We?"

"Yeah!"

a/n: i think it goes without saying that i absolutely love writing luffy in a college au, so this definitely will not be the last time i write him in that. thank you so much for reading !!

[leiistqrs]

GAGGED ??

AYYYY new theme who dis

[sc6ro]

gojo loves peppering your face with kisses!

the soft click of the front door closing is the only warning you get before satoru is instantly making his presence known.

you’re sitting on the living room rug, leaning against the edge of the couch with a notebook open in your lap, when a massive, heavy weight suddenly drops down right behind you. two long, familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you backward until your back is pressed firmly against his broad chest.

"you're home early," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder with a soft smile.

"i missed you," satoru groans into the crook of your neck, his voice a deep, lazy rumble that vibrates right through you. his sunglasses are already discarded somewhere on the entryway table, leaving his striking blue eyes completely uncovered. "the meetings ran short, and all i could think about was getting back to you. look at me."

you twist slightly in his embrace, turning your head to look at him. the moment you do, satoru leans down and immediately captures your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. it’s warm and slow, tasting faintly of the sweet iced coffee he always buys on his way home, and it instantly melts away whatever stress you had accumulated throughout the day.

when he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his eyes are crinkled at the corners, filled with a gentle, affectionate warmth that he only ever saves for you.

"satoru," you laugh softly, reaching up to frame his face with your hands. "let me finish this page first."

"nope," he says simply, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "the page can wait. i haven't seen you in eight hours. that's basically a lifetime."

before you can argue, he leans in again, but instead of going for your lips, he shifts his target. he plants a soft kiss right on the center of your forehead, his soft white hair brushing against your skin. then, he moves down, peppering light, rapid-fire kisses across your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, and the apples of your cheeks until you’re giggling out loud, trying to swat his hands away.

"hold still," he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled by your cheek as he kisses his way down to your jawline. "i'm making up for lost time."

his hands move from your waist to gently cup your face, his long, warm fingers stroking your cheekbones with immense gentleness. satoru can be loud & entirely dramatic to the rest of the world, but in the quiet space of your apartment, he is nothing but incredibly soft. he kisses you with a quiet & patient devotion, taking his time as if there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

he presses a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another one right on your chin, before finally pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his gaze wanders over your face, completely captivated, a tender, soft smile resting on his lips.

"there," he whispers, his thumb gently wiping away a stray speck of ink from your thumb. "now you have my full permission to finish your page. as long as i get to stay right here."

you let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning your head back against his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you once more, anchoring you in place. "deal."

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[deusfoundry]

cedric who's a menace of a potions partner. who likes to sneak tiny pecks in whenever you least suspect it. who waits until your table is out of snape's view before ducking in to steal a kiss, having complete disregard for the potion you're working on. who drags you to the shelves, claiming he couldn't possibly carry all the materials you need with his own two hands so you have to help him. who uses that as an excuse to kiss you longer, enough that your classmates jeer at him to get a damn room.

cedric who swears he can't win a quidditch match without a good luck kiss from you. who waves you off when you try to argue that he'd been able to catch the snitch countless times before. who pulls you close by the arm he has wrapped around your waist. who slides two of his fingers beneath your chin to tip your head up. who smiles when you wish him good luck, your words muffled by his lips on yours.

cedric who's pulled in for a well deserved kiss when he meets you in the common room after a game. who flushes a bright red, both from the leftover adrenaline and the hands you're using to cradle both sides of his face. who holds you close as the entire house erupts into a small celebration, keeping you tucked safely in his arm.

cedric who takes advantage of his head boy privileges to let you use his private quarters to rest after the festivities. who promises to wake you up in an hour to escort you back to your dorm when you start to doze off.

cedric who lies. who ends up falling asleep himself, the weight of you on top of him and the tiny snores you let out lulling him to sleep. who presses his lips against the crown of your head one last time, mumbling a soft "good night" before his eyes flutter shut. who wishes he can meet you in his dreams so he can kiss you once more.

cedric who coaxes you into removing the pillow you use to cover your burning cheeks the morning after, one hand tracing patterns over the bare skin of your waist, the other softly tugging the pillow away. who buries his face in the crook of your neck when a barrage of complaints start flying off your mouth. who bites his lip as a way to hold his laughter in.

cedric who places a firm hand on the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away. whose other hand finds your thigh, using it to keep you seated on his lap. who groans when your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair as he kisses you stupid.