Hi hi um so can u write Luka with a reader that has a shitty friend ? ? Like that friend is constantly draining reader out , acting rude to her and taking advantage of her attachment issues , stuff like those , but no matter how bad that friend treats reader , reader keeps chasing them because they are attached . Ive been struggling with a situation similar like that so it would really help .
You Deserve Better
You sat alone in your room, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your chest like a physical force. Your phone buzzed again, vibrating insistently on your lap. You picked it up, already knowing whose name flashed on the screen.
“You’re so annoying. Why can’t you just be normal for once?”
The words felt like ice shards, sharp and unwelcome. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to push the hurt down deep enough to keep moving. But the ache remained, a hollow place in your chest that no amount of willpower could fill.
You hated how much you still craved their approval. You hated how their harshness wrapped around your heart and squeezed tighter every time they dismissed you, yet you still found yourself reaching out. Attachment was a cruel thing — it didn’t care about logic or self-respect.
Luka had noticed. He always noticed.
For weeks, he watched you retreat behind forced smiles and quiet exhaustion. He saw the way your eyes dulled after talking to them. He heard the sighs you tried to hide. But you never told him. You never let yourself show the full weight of what you were carrying.
Until tonight.
You had been sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone in silence. Luka watched you, concern knitting his brows as he finally reached out and gently took the device from your hands.
“Hey,” he said softly, voice warm but firm. “Talk to me.”
You looked up, surprised and vulnerable. Your voice trembled. “It’s… them. They keep saying awful things, Luka. But I keep going back. I just can’t stop.”
He pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, steady and strong.
“I know,” he said gently. “Attachment doesn’t just switch off, even when it hurts.”
You let the tears fall then, quietly at first, then with a shuddering sob that caught in your throat.
“I hate feeling like this,” you admitted. “I hate that I’m so attached, even when they treat me like I’m nothing. But I’m scared of losing them. Scared that if I walk away, I’ll be completely alone.”
Luka tightened his hold, his voice low and unwavering.
“You’re not alone. Not now, not ever. But this isn’t love. This is pain disguised as something else.”
You buried your face in his chest, the warmth a small comfort against the storm inside you.
“How do I stop?” you whispered. “How do I stop chasing someone who hurts me?”
Luka’s fingers gently brushed your hair, soothing.
“By remembering you deserve better. By learning to see your own worth, even when they don’t.”
You sniffled, voice cracked and raw.
“But what if they’re the only person I’ve ever cared about?”
He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“They’re not. And if they truly cared, they wouldn’t tear you down. They’d lift you up. You have so much to give — to someone who’s worthy of it.”
You blinked through your tears, hope mingling with fear.
“I want to believe that,” you said softly. “But it’s so hard.”
Luka smiled gently, unwavering.
“That’s why you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll be here. Every step. Helping you set boundaries, teaching you to say no, reminding you that your feelings matter.”
You leaned into him, heart aching but beginning to heal.
“For the first time in a long time,” you murmured, “I feel like maybe… maybe I can.”
He kissed your forehead, a promise and a balm.
“You can. And you will. Because you’re stronger than you know.”
The night wrapped around you both, heavy with pain but lightened by the first fragile threads of hope.
And for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe you deserved better.
au till (modern) catching reader doing something bad to themselves and then with him comforting reader?? i'm sorry if that's a too much •́｡•̀
Quiet Comfort
The city was hushed at night, the distant hum of traffic the only sound beneath the muted glow of streetlights. You sat on the edge of your bed, fingers trembling as they traced faint scars on your skin you’d hoped no one would ever notice. The weight inside your chest pressed down like an unbearable silence — heavy, suffocating, and utterly lonely.
You thought you were alone.
But the soft creak of the door startled you — a hesitant, familiar presence. Till.
He wasn’t supposed to be home yet, but something had pulled him back. Maybe it was a whisper in his gut, a feeling he couldn’t shake. When he opened the door just a crack and saw you, he froze.
The sight of your arm, the quiet shake of your hands — it tore at him in a way he hadn’t expected. His sensitive nature trembled, but his timid heart pushed him forward, toward you, not away.
He stepped inside slowly, not wanting to scare you. His voice was soft, barely above a breath, “Hey... I’m here. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”
You swallowed hard, eyes burning with the secret pain you’d kept hidden so long. But the truth was out now. Till saw. And something inside you cracked — a fragile thread of trust forming in the quiet space he made just for you.
Without asking, he sat beside you on the bed, careful not to crowd you, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His presence was calm — steady like a lighthouse in the storm.
His hand reached out, shaking slightly. You tensed at first, unused to touch. But when his fingers brushed lightly against yours, gentle and unhurried, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let yourself lean into the soft pressure, his thumb tracing tiny circles over your knuckles.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Till whispered, voice thick with emotion you hadn’t heard from him before. “You don’t have to be alone with this. Ever.”
His words felt like a lifeline. You let out a shaky breath, heart pounding as you finally allowed the tears to spill — silent and slow, but cleansing.
Till didn’t say anything else. He just held your hand, keeping his other arm loosely around your back. His touch was careful, like he was afraid you might break, but also strong enough to carry you through this moment.
Minutes passed. The silence wasn’t empty — it was full of understanding, patience, and a quiet promise that you weren’t invisible anymore.
At one point, you whispered, voice barely audible, “I don’t know how to stop.”
Till’s lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t have all the answers, but he had a heart wide enough to hold your pain.
“We’ll figure it out,” he said gently. “Step by step. You’re not alone in this.”
You looked at him then — really looked — and saw the raw kindness in his eyes, the way he was willing to be vulnerable for you. It made something inside loosen.
He pulled a blanket over both of you, wrapping you in warmth. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady beneath you. His hair was soft against your cheek, his scent familiar and comforting.
Till reached over and pulled his sketchbook from the nightstand. With delicate strokes, he began to draw. The pencil whispered against the paper, filling the quiet with soft movement. He sketched shapes and patterns, nothing complicated, just the gentle flow of his creativity calming his restless mind — and yours.
Every now and then, his eyes met yours, sharing silent encouragement. No pressure, no expectations, just the space to breathe.
Hours slipped by unnoticed. You felt the sharp edges of your pain soften, dulled by Till’s quiet companionship.
When your tears dried, he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face and murmured, “You’re stronger than you think. And I’ll be here, every step.”
You clung to those words like a lifeline.
As dawn crept in through the curtains, the first soft light caught Till’s face — peaceful and vulnerable, just like you felt.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and whispered, “We’ll get through this. Together.”
And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.
(There was a request basically asking if I could write a hyuna x fem!reader where whenever reader wears hyunas shirt she wants to have sex.. The request got deleted for some reason, but I hope the person see's this..)
The rebellion’s hideout was quiet at this hour, save for the occasional hum of machinery and distant murmurs of night owls on patrol. It was a rare moment of stillness—one that Hyuna wasn’t used to.
She sat on the edge of the makeshift bed, a cigarette dangling between her fingers, smoke curling up towards the cracked ceiling. The soft glow of a lone light illuminated her profile—sharp yet tired, her usual playful smirk absent.
She wasn’t sure what woke her up first. The usual weight in her chest? The ghosts of the past clawing at her conscience? Luka’s face flashing behind her eyes like a cruel joke?
Or was it you?
You were curled up against her side, pressed so close it was like you were trying to merge into her. Hyuna glanced down and saw the way you'd stolen her shirt again, the fabric bunched around your frame as you buried yourself in it.
A small chuckle left her lips, barely audible.
“You’re a little menace, y’know that?” she murmured, putting out the cigarette. She didn’t need another one—not when you were here.
You stirred, eyes fluttering open to meet hers, still hazy with sleep. “Mm... you’re awake,” you mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.
Hyuna grinned, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, babe. Hard to sleep when my girl’s trying to fuse into my ribcage.”
You didn’t move, only burrowed further into her warmth. “Your shirt smells like you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Makes me feel safe.”
Something in Hyuna’s chest tightened.
Safe.
A word she never associated with herself. A rebel, a fighter, a reckless leader who threw herself into danger without hesitation—but never safe.
She rested a hand on your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “You’re too sweet, y’know that?”
You hummed, pressing your lips lightly against her shoulder. Your breath was warm against her skin. “You always look like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders,” you murmured. “Even when you’re teasing and flirting. Even when you’re holding me.”
Hyuna’s hand froze for just a second before continuing its slow movement. She let out a breath, tilting her head back against the wall. “You see too much, babe.”
You lifted your head, your gaze soft but unwavering. “I love you. Of course, I see you.”
For a moment, she just stared. Love. A word that should feel suffocating, terrifying, given everything she’d lost. But when you said it, it felt like something else entirely—like a tether keeping her from floating away.
Hyuna let out a small laugh, one that sounded more like an exhale. “You really are my weakness.”
You didn’t give her a chance to dwell on that. You shifted, pressing your lips to hers, slow and lingering, like you were trying to kiss the ghosts away.
She melted into it.
Hyuna was all heat and want as she kissed you deeper, her hand sliding down to grip your waist. Your breath hitched when she pushed you onto your back, pinning you beneath her, her weight comforting rather than overwhelming.
"You're so damn cute," she murmured against your lips, trailing soft, teasing kisses down your jaw. "All curled up in my shirt like a little kitten."
You whined when her fingers traced the edge of the fabric, slipping underneath to meet bare skin. Her touch was both gentle and possessive, a stark contrast to the battlefield roughness she usually carried.
"Stay with me," you whispered against her lips, voice vulnerable.
Hyuna stilled, her forehead pressing against yours.
Stay.
She should’ve said something cocky, something teasing—but she couldn’t. Because she understood what you really meant. Stay here, stay in this moment, stay alive.
She swallowed, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere," she promised.
And as the night stretched on, filled with breathy moans and whispered reassurances, Hyuna let herself believe it. Even if just for tonight.
Hyuna’s heart raced as she captured your lips again, the tension between you igniting like a fuse. She nestled her body against yours, her hands exploring, fingers roaming hungrily over your sides. Every caress made you sigh, a symphony of breath and warmth that sent heat flooding through both of you.
“You’re really not ready for what I can do, are you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry, as her lips trailed down your stomach, finding that sensitive spot just above your hips.
You moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of desire coursing through her. “Hyuna…” you breathed, your hands threading into her hair, urging her closer.
With a wicked grin, she kissed lower, her mouth hot against your skin as she pushed the shirt up further. She took her time, worshipping every inch of you, each kiss igniting fire beneath your skin. “Please…”
you whimpered, desperation lacing your voice. “Don’t rush me, babe,” she murmured, her lips finally finding your clit, teasing and flicking with a delicious precision that made your body arch against her.
The world outside faded; it was just you and her, lost in a moment where nothing else mattered. The night belonged to you both.
Not much changes dynamically, you're her precious princess wife and she's your big and bad lady knight wife. Match made in heaven fr
She's essentially the same as the suguru we all know and cry about at night (scoops you up as a reflex and weaponizes her titis, breastfeeding was never easier) but there are a few subtle differences, does feel like a different person since the flavor is changed too.
Still a tall and strong gentle giant who unintentionally looms over you 24/7. (I have an easier time envisioning her with tattoos and piercings too) ofc she's no less momma, still feels responsible for everything concerning you. Will absolutely keep the cleaning supplies higher than your reach and womanhandle you out of the kitchen with a sweet smile and gentle reprimand if you try anything funny. You're still baby kitty to her :(((( (lap jail is always on the table so BEHAVE)
No shortage of babying with FEMALE SUGURU of all sugurus she's absolutely takes it up a couple of notches. Just leans in fully into the caretaking if you neglect to check her for it, she does apologize and take it easy when you tell stop being so embarassing but it never lasts long lol. I don't think fem!sugu is hyper self-aware the way male suguru would be and doesn't shy away from pulling you to her lap in public but this is a gene in the sugumosome, the urge has always been there and its STRONG, she is more prone to listening to the demons.
Still loooooovesss to tease just to see you pout so she can swoop in and "awww my sweet girl.. :cc" tf out of you (flustered wife = happy suguru) will point at newborn kittens on the street to say "look that's you" SOBBBBB. still very touchy and clingy. <- very prone to morning cuteness aggression, you will be messily made out with and might get your ass squeezed if you mention having to get up for work/school, you can't even sneak out of bed cuz her arms just immediately snap shut around you like a bear trap the sec she senses motion TAT. Will feel up your waist and slide her hand over your ass before lacing up your dress then leaving a lingering kiss on your nape (under the pretense of smoothing down the fabric, bodyworshipguru canon) and melts when you do the same in the morning when you catch her shirtless making your breakfast :33333333
The sneaking up from behind and placing her hand on top of your head while squeezing your tummy doesn't make her any less of a skrunklie big cat loser she needs to feel wanted by her wife, return the affection and make her feel like a good guard dog or else she spirals into one of them lesbian depressive episodes (they're rough protect your woman plz) just trace your name over her skin, cling to her arms and nibble on her biceps and maybe tease the idea of a collar thats it thats all it takes put your pride to the side for once jeez she does so much for you anyway, be a little possessive dammit >:(
Hihii :3 your smaus are my everyday sweet treat . You're really talented .
I have an idea do you wanna do it ?
Can you make genderbend suguru (aka fem suguru ) in some alt universe and her gf . Her gf is down bad like real down bad and also she has some fun beef with gojo . Also people mistake her sometimes for a guy ( only sometimes when she dresses up in baggy stuff ) but suguru gets all mad about it
We love yuri ever since I've seen fem suguru I need her bad. Sorry for all the yap yap if you don't wanna do it it's alright:333
a/n: I was listening to casual as I wrote this🌚🌚srry not srry!!!
“I love you”
You shot up from your bed. Nails gripping at your chest as you gasp for the nearest breath of air. Your vision blurred by tears that had managed to form even in your sleep.
The strap of your tank top slipping down your shoulder along with mascara down your eyes as you calm down from what you’d call a nightmare.
Your hands reached up rubbing your eyes before you shifted your attention to the cause. There she is. Sleeping beautifully as her long luscious black hair stretched down her back, almost touching her ass.
Suguru Geto.
She is currently your college roommate and your first same sex experience. She shifted in bed. Her front now facing you with a cocky smile on her face.
“Are you going to keep staring?”
Her flirtatious tone filled the silence in the room and almost caused you to vomit. You could never forgive her. Not after she feigned giving you everything only for you two to end up as nothing.
She had no right to pretend to love you and kiss a guy right afterwards. Her smile pierced into your soul. The smile you love oh so dearly.
You watch the way her eyes would squint a little when she smiled. It’s hard to look away from her warming smile. It’s hard to ignore that feeling of forgiving her and kissing her on her bed. Those same lips that held yours and satoru’s at the same time.
Those same lips that whispered “I love you” and kissed your every crevice expect your most intimate parts claiming she was waiting for you to be ready despite your protests that you were.
In reality, she never liked girls. She never liked you. The reminder causes your eyes to sting however the final tipping point is that you’re ok with it. As long as she loves you the way she once did.
When you’d laugh until your stomach hurts. Or when she took your first kiss on that same bed she later used with satoru.
The worst of all is you’d forgive her for telling your secret. That you not only liked girls but loved her. You wanted to yell at her, slap her, kiss her. God you wanted her.
It was harder to not want her as she opened her arms and you saw a vision of home. You lifted from your bed and walked over into her arms. She kissed you with more enjoyment than she did with satoru or that’s what you wish to believe.
Your lips met in a spicy kiss as she pulled you on top of her. Right..she didn’t like touching you. The hole in your chest ached further as she guided your hands onto her.
Causal..this is just what girls do right? That’s something you remember overhearing her say.
You froze above her as she looked like an angel fully on display right in front of you. You wanted her, but you couldn’t. You ripped your hands off of her as you broke down pushing her away. Your body wishes to forgive her but your mind couldn’t.
You couldn’t help but hate her as she dragged you back into her arms. Her lips softly touching your wet cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears as she “comforted” you.
“Geto..”
“Baby..what happened to Sugu?”
“You know what happened!” you sniffled looking at her. The audacity for her to play innocent in front of your face.
“You know me and satoru aren’t serious. You know I only love you.”
Her eyes were staring into yours rather intensely that a slight buzz went down your spine. She always had a talent for making you believe her or was that just your nativity?
Her lips pressed against yours in the softest way possible. The kiss was wet and sticky from her lipgloss. You tried not to think about her and satoru but it creeped in your mind.
Almost as if she sensed it, her hands finally exploring your body for the first time. Her fingertips scaling down to your top slowly peeling it off as she fondles your tits.
Rubbing your nipples in between her twin fingers before slightly scratching them with her nails. Your back arches with a hiss that’s muffled by her mouth.
Her lips traveled from your drooling mouth down your jaw to your neck sucking harshly, leaving only big bruises and bite marks behind.
You squirmed underneath her, gasping and moaning her name as your fingers trailed through her hair before making a home in her scalp.
“I love you. Love you so so so much”
Her lips placing wet kisses on each of your cheeks while her eyes softened while looking into yours. It was a sick trick she was playing on you and you wished she pulled it further.
Her lips nibbling on your ear before her hand brushed down your stomach and made its way into your panties.
“So wet for me” she giggled before licking the outer part of your ear. You whined as she started toying with your clit. Eyes squeezing shut. She knew exactly how to pleasure you despite not liking you.
If only her rubbing your clit was enough to stop the thoughts of her and satoru. Your eyes watered but you played it off due to the pleasure but it truly hurt watching the girl you love play you. It hurt even worse when you let it happen to yourself.
Soft breathes left your mouth as you felt yourself reaching your climax. You whined and squirmed before grabbing Suguru’s face catching her off guard.
“I love you so much. ngh..Aah..Suguru love me too.”
You stared into her eyes before you reached over the edge. Your eyes rolling back, not being able to see her reaction.
Despite the confession, she helped you get over your high before removing her fingers. She tried pulling your face to look at her, but you refused.
Post-nut clarity settling in and slapping you in the face. What were you doing? You got up from the bed quickly grabbing some sort of shorts before Suguru grabbed your hand pulling you back to her.
“Where are you going? You can’t just say that and leave..”
She leaned up from her sitting position on the bed and pecked your lips. You wanted nothing more than to be Suguru’s girlfriend, but did Suguru want that?
You stupidly..so stupidly kiss her back and for once the kiss is deep. You push her back onto the bed, holding her face and keeping it against yours. The kiss was so deep, neither one of you realized Satoru Gojo was calling Suguru’s phone.
the alien stage fandom has to be one of the worst fandoms i’ve ever been in. how can you guys be yaoi fetishizers, racist, creeps (when it comes to SA,) and stupid at the same damn time
your needy boyfriend begs you not to go out with the girls
(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)
“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”
choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?
“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.
“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.
you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.
he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.
“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”
he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”
“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.
“and you’ll call me?”
“mhm.”
“if anything happens?”
“yes baby.”
“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”
“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”
he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.
“… be safe.”
you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.
“see you later, baby. i love you.”
“i love you too.”
~
and then he waited…
and waited…
and waited.
until he knew that you had finally come home safe.
||a/n: we love when reader has a life of her own rather than just being a mindless ho who’s life revolves around a man 🙌🙌🙌
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