Keni
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
hello vonnie
The Bowery Presents
bliss lane
izzy's playlists!
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Origami Around
pixel skylines
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Not today Justin
Sade Olutola
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Andulka
Color Me Curious
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
shark vs the universe
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@sodxdrugz
𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪ 𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑥𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑧 𝑛𝑎𝑣 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 ᯓ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
: 𝖽σ 𝗇σ𝗍 𝗌𝗍єα𝗅 , 𝗋є𝗐𝗋í𝗍є , σ𝗋 𝖿єє𝖽 í𝗇𝗍σ αí є𝗇𝗀í𝗇є𝗌
: αí 𝗇σ𝗍 𝖿σ𝗎𝗇𝖽 ✦
‘ masterlist ‘ requests ‘ abt me , ‘
ִ ࣪. ˖ ࣪ ᨰꫀᥣᥴ᥆ꩇꫀ ! ᰔ ִ ׄ. 18 nsfw / sfw
⌞ I have the right to refuse and / or ignore your requests. If i haven’t gotten to your request , that doesn’t mean I’ve ignored it — I’m just a very busy person lol! ⌝
⸝⸝ 𝑊𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 , 𝐴𝑚 𝑁𝑜𝑤
pretending to be mad at atsumu as a joke is a bit hard, until it’s not. ⸝⸝ cw : Fluff , childish atsumu , slightly suggestive
⸝⸝ husband atsumu miya x fem!reader ಄
masterlist more haikyuu req rules
”I’m tired.” You shrug him off.
His hand paused by your thigh, confused as to why you’re acting so cold to him when you were fine an hour ago. To add to his slowly spreading wound, you curled your legs closer to your body and continued to read in silence.
Not one glance his way, no joking smiles that defused the tension—you were frowning, a crease forming between your brows, the same one that told him you were annoyed. But at what?
He doesn’t remember eating your left overs, he knew better than to mess with your food by now. Did he leave his socks on the floor again?
Surely not. He looked around the living room, the kitchen, then down the hallway. Everything seemed to be normal.
Atsumu’s hand slowly retreated back to his side. For the moment he just watched as you read the new book he bought you yesterday. He noticed how your body was angled away from him, like the thought of being so close to your husband, the love of your life, repulsed you.
He pouted.
“What’s all that for?” He tried to put his hand on your leg, you shifted away. Now he was concerned. “Babe?”
Your sigh carried the weight of frustration and barely restrained annoyance. “Just stop it, would you atsumu? I’m trying to read.”
He narrowed his eyes at you and his pout only intensified. How rude. “Ya, the book I bought you.” Respecting your aversion to his touch, he kept his hands away. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t let lean his face so annoyingly close until you gave him answers. “Which means you should be paying attention to me.”
You paused in your reading, genuinely caught off guard for the moment. “In what world does that make sense?”
“My world.” He straightened, rolling his eyes all dramatic. “And I’m the most handsome love of yer life, therefore I’m yer world, henceforth this is common logic.”
A beat of silence goes by.
You, staring incredulously at the wall, trying hard not to laugh in disbelief. First of all, when did he expand his vocabulary? Two, that’s the most stupidest string of thoughts you’ve ever listened to. That’s saying a lot considering you’re married to him.
Atsumu stared at you with such agonising pride you don’t think you’d be able to hold character if you looked at him.
“you,” a soft breath left you. “Are so incredibly stupid.”
His grin split across his face. Wide and screaming ‘I’m so winning this argument’.“I’m yer stupid, though.”
You gave him a look, one mother’s did to their misbehaving children. “Shut up.”
He cocked his head to the side and his grin settled into something softer, teasing. Leaning in now, knowing damn well he’s not in the red zone anymore, he planted a fat kiss on your cheek.
“still mad?”
“I wasn’t mad.”
he stared at you.
You’re the one grinning now.
“It was a joke.”
Atsumu huffed loudly. Plucking the book from your hands, he chucked it across the room.
You inhale sharply, panicked. “Atsumu NO!”
Scrambling from the couch, you don’t very get far. Atsumu had already reached for you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you back down onto the couch. You writhe, pushing at his face. He grunted.
“Off, you dog!”
“It’s not that important!”
An offended gasp. “yes, it is!”
“baaaaaaaabe.” He whines, holding you tighter. Despite knowing you wouldn’t be moving an inch, you continued to try. Atsumu lays his whole body against you, pinning you down to the soft cushions with his weight. “Don’t be like that!”
“You threw my book.” Your seething glare makes him smile innocently. Because yes, now you were actually annoyed.
Atsumu leant on his elbows, hair falling messy over his forehead from the struggle. He looked down at you with an intensity that made you swallow thickly.
The treachery is momentarily forgotten as he leaned in, noses brushing against each other as he pressed a soft, featherlight kiss against the corner of your parted mouth,
“‘Tsumu..”
“Theeere it is.” He kisses along your cheek, against your neck. “Hate when you call me my full name.” He paused against the fluttering pulse on your neck.
Your hips shift and he can’t help but smile against your neck.
Just as he felt your back arch into him, your hands pressed against his shoulders like you didn’t know whether or not you wanted to pull him closer or keep him away, you shove him off the couch.
“ACK!”
Your husband laid in a heap of dramatically splayed limbs and muscle. Sitting up, you dust off your hands and huff. There was a warmth to your cheeks that you didn’t want to acknowledge even as you glared down at him.
“Don’t ever throw my book again, do you hear me?”
“Y-yes wife..” he groaned, rolling over and curling into a fetus position. He sniffled, betrayed.
You shake your head in resignation and pick your book back up from the floor, dusting off the cover and walking back to sit down on the couch to continue reading from where you left off. “If there’s so much as a crease in these pages atsumu, you’re sleeping outside.”
A teary gaze finds your own. “But it’s winter.”
You don’t budge. “One singular crease.”
Atsumu pouted.
a/n : He’s so stupid I love him
just started playing animal hospital. Where the hell are all the fics at😫😫
Lowk should I start writing for it??
Wolfie
HE LOOKS SO STUPID I'M MOURNING SO BAD.
they say it's darkest before the dawn 🌄
darkleb x gn reader. He had always been just that guy you grew up with. The one who stood close and a bit too protective over the people you dated. You never expected it to go this far.
a/n : clearing out my drafts and decided I needed angst.
masterlist more lads req rules
“You’re so annoying, Caleb!” You shoved his shoulder as you both walked down the street after school. He pretended to stumble, clutched his arm like he was fatally wounded, which made your annoyance spike. Just for the sake of it, you hit him again. And again.
“Ow! Ow! Okay!!” He laughed and caught your wrist. “Chill out. My arm can only take so much abuse.”
You grumbled something under your breath and pulled your hand free. But as much as he irritated you and got on your last burning nerve, it never lasted long. Caleb always managed to squeeze his way into your good books again.
Every afternoon, after your last class had rung out and everyone had scattered into the hallway, he would take your pack from the hook and throw it over his shoulder. You protested every time, because you could carry it yourself. It wasn’t like it was that heavy, anyway.
He would grab the strap anyway, give you a look until you relented, and grinned triumphantly when you did.
Caleb had always just been Caleb. He was loud and boyish and impossibly hard to ignore. Every room he entered centred around his energy. Everybody watched as he walked, as he made these exaggerated motions with his hands that nearly knocked people sideways.
Nobody could hate him, nobody. He was just that guy who laughed loud and made jokes that everyone could relate to. He was funny, handsome, and unapologetically himself. That’s what drew people in.
It’s what you loved about him.
He was the same boy who played in the mud with you after it rained, who took the blame when grandma got cranky due to all the mess, and he nursed you when you got sick because of it.
You took baths together, splashed away in the water when the world hadn’t really sunken its claws into you just yet.
Then you grew up, grew closer, shared the same classes and the same friend group and that was that.
Everything was so easy. It was comfortable.
You shared the same home, got angry at each other, made up the next hour. Sometimes his music would be too loud, or you were talking too loud to your friend during the night.
Then you would play Mario Kart in the living room, hashing out all your annoyances into a competition that could lead to something. When you won, you grinned at him triumphantly. Caleb would sigh and sling an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close as he mumbled an apology.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 , 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒 *𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠*
Zayne x Fem!Reader. When Zayne shaves, an angel loses its wings. Zayne with a stubble , fluff , teasing.
a/n : Beard Zayne. Zayne with a beard. Beard on Zayne. Beard. Zayne.
masterlist more lads req rules
The soft mattress curves around your back. Enough so that you could sink into it comfortably with your husband laying on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist. The weight of him pressed down against your stomach and chest, firm and grounding. Could you breathe? If you concentrated hard enough, sure. You would rather suffocate beneath him than to tell him to move, though.
Rubbing a hand against his jawline, the prickly stubble he’s let go for a few days scratches back.
You smile to yourself. A little bit too pleased.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen a proper stubble on Zayne. He never lets it grow out because of his job and the requirement for personal hygiene and maintenance.
Ridiculous if they asked you.
In the early hours of the morning you would find him standing in the bathroom, a towel slung around his narrow hips and shaving cream along his jawline and down the column of his neck.
Some days you would help and carefully run the razor against the grain of his hair growth, other days you would stand at the doorway and stare mournfully at what could have been.
Green eyes stare up at you lazily, brimming with a tiredness only the morning haze could bring. It was one of his days off, thankfully, giving you the morning together and plans you probably wouldn’t attend.
“What are you smiling at?” His voice was soft, roughened around the edges from just recently waking up. You loved when his voice deepened like this.
“Nothin,” your grin widened.
He stared silently, waiting.
You caved before he could even speak a word.
“Your face is just so prickly, that’s all.” Your thumb rubbed over his cheek to where the line of his beard started to form. He leaned into your hand like a cat preening for affection, rubbing against you, sighing deep in his chest. “You never let it grow like this.”
His beard hadn’t grown that long, so it was a bit dramatic to act like this, but it has been many months since you’ve seen it any longer than this. It was nice. A bit too nice.
The longer you stared at his face, the more deranged your thoughts began to be.
The corner of his mouth lifted into that lazy smile you loved so much. “I’m shaving it tonight.”
A moment of silence passes.
Then another.
Your eyebrow twitched.
“What do you mean you’re shaving it off?”
Zayne places an innocent, featherlight kiss to the heel of your palm. If it was to distract you—it semi worked. “It means I am taking a razor and shaving the stubble away.”
“But why?” You whined dramatically and squished his cheeks together in retaliation for the betrayal.
“Hygiene, sweetheart. Surgeons need to maintain a diligent hygiene routine to ensure procedures go smoothly.”
“That’s going against my diligent happiness routine.” You protested. “Do you know how painful it is to see your face so baby smooth? Agonising.”
“Is this your polite and direct way of asking me to grow out my beard?” He asks softly, eyes lowering. You reach up and yank on a strand of black hair, he hissed between his teeth. “[name], play nice.”
The edge in his voice makes something sweet and hot flutter in your stomach. Zayne stares at you with the same mock annoyance he always did when you acted like this. Tugging his hair, tickling him from behind when he’s making your morning coffee, slapping his ass in broad daylight.
You do it all so shamelessly.
Unfortunately for you, playing innocent never wins you any brownie points. Zayne was as strict as they came.
“I’m just saying love,” you continue as if the boneless threat was never there to begin with. “It’s easier to make a mess out of this pretty face when there’s something to.. hm, how should I say this? Something I can soak.”
You lean closer to his face with a playful, downright sinful grin toying at your mouth. His cheeks warmed beneath your hand, dusting with a layer of pink.
“You..” the words died on his tongue like a fraying ember. It seems you grow more and more shameless the longer you’ve been married.
“What?” You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. He watches you warily like you would yank on it again, you don’t. “Was that too much, husband?” Your voice lowers an octave.
His throat bobbed nervously. “No.. not at all, wife.”
You hummed softly, pleased.
“I’m still shaving it.”
The whiny groan that came from your throat was purely childish. You pushed his face away and made him roll off you. “Zayne!”
He laughed, deep in his gut, and pulled you back by the waist.
You curled back into his chest without protest.
Now laid on his side, Zayne reaches a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead as he went like that would soothe the bone deep ache of him shaving his face. It absolutely didn’t.
“You will live.” He promised sweetly.
“No I won’t.”
“Then you should make the most of my beloved beard now, wife.” He pushed you flat against the bed, leaning over your body with a heat in his gaze that turns the vibrant green into a molten variant. “Before it’s gone.”
Heat burns invitingly in your gut. Your grin spread wicked. “I plan to.”
A/n: Had this rotting in my drafts so I decided to fix it up and post it.
₊. ˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊ .˚
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱. 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 !!
older jotaro with his assistant. gender neutral terms , age gap but not by much , fluff
masterlist — more jjba — req rules
“Mr Jotaro!!” You knocked on the door leading into his office. After not receiving an answer, not even a noncommittal grunt like you were used to, you pushed it open. Expecting sideway glares and annoyed grunts, you squeeze your eyes shut and prepare to release an onslaught of apologies.
Nothing. You peek an eye open. Not even a breath out of place.
All of his papers were stacked into one neat pile.
In perfect order—unlike your smaller cubical.
Photos on the wall, your grocery list from a month ago somewhere in the clutter of pens, papers, and a day old musli bar you forgot to take home.
You frowned. Huh.
Where would Dr Kujo be if not in his office? You checked the maintenance room—nothing. Roamed around the centre asking passerby employees. Shrugs and mumbled guesses where all you got.
And so you went out to the Oceanside. Where sand bleeds into waves. The coast was warm this evening. You peeled off your shoes, seeing a white jacket in the distance.
A seagull flew overhead.
The sand was warm and squishy between your toes.
“Mr Jotaro?” You walk down the beach. By the incline of his head, you know he heard you. “You have a report due by 9pm.”
He grunted and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Reports and deadlines weren’t what he wanted to hear about in the afternoons where quiet beaches were the only place he could properly think.
So you stand a foot away from him in silence, gazing at the ripples in the ocean. A seagull dives down into the water, splashing up water as it went.
“That’s why you came down here?” He queried tonelessly.
“You lose track of time these days.”
He huffed something dangerously close to a laugh.
Fem Avdol and Polnareff designs! simple headshots so I can use these for future reference when I do draw them interacting 😗
hii there, could u write hcs for Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju (separate) being married to an uchiha reader ? Like shes Madara's older sister, is blunt,stoic and cold af, but after she falls in love shes way sweeter and affectionate (sfw and nsfw, but if ur not comfortable, either is ok)
₊˚ʚ ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦 ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ
Tobirama x reader , Hashirama x reader {seperate} ʚɞ. fem uchiha reader
tags : arranged marriage , fluff & smut , no other tags rlly , Hashirama is a simp
a/n :: Can you tell I have no idea how to write hcs without making it detailed asf??
masterlist naruto req rules
｡𖦹°‧ ⋆.˚ 𝖧𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠𝖬𝖠 𝘴. ᢉ𐭩
—. Hashirama would first see you at the training grounds when he used to train with Madara. Battle ready, determined, now completely awestruck by the fierce way you twist your body to evade your teammate and strike back like a billowing storm.
“What are you staring at?” Madara snapped, crossing his arms in the way only a sassy twelve year old boy could.
Hashirama points, even though he knows it’s a rude gesture to point a finger at somebody. “Who is she?”
His training partner looks in the direction he pointed at and scoffs under his breath. “That’s just my older sister. Shes a show off so just ignore her!”
—. He would see you every so often around the village, but never had the courage to go up to you. Black hair swaying in the wind, jostling with each turn of your head. You never lowered your eyes for anybody, never cowered.
—. Anywhere you went, hashirama’s eyes would trail after you like a lost puppy who didn’t know where to go.
—. Madara noticed nearly immediately. Of course he did. The pair trained together at the same training grounds as you and all Hashirama did was stare, stare, and stare.
゛📀 10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
thank you @kieangelic for tagging me and omg i’m so sorry it took me a whole week 😭💔 i’ve been crazy busy lately </3 but this looks fun so thank uu!! 🫶
★ last song: youngcreatorcrew - cortis (i’m youngkeukeu girl for life)
★ currently watching: your friends & neighbors !! it’s pretty good, i watch it with my family since im home from uni for the summer
★ current obsession: junk journaling !! i have so many paper scraps and keepsakes i decided a while ago to organize them into a scrapbook type thing, which has been fun
★ currently reading: the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins (hunger games prequel). i’ve read it a million times before but i got inspired to restart the series again <3
★ currently working on: my james apocalypse series “dusk til dawn” !! i’ve got 9 of the 10 parts done and queued, so i’m trying to work on my other drafts and stuff in my limited free time haha
★ currently wearing: a shirt i stole from my brother that’s about 3 sizes too big + worn ass baggy jeans + fuzzy flip flops. having people over tmr and my rooms a mess so this is my midnight cleaning fit </3
★ last google search: “7 leaves menu” (tea/boba place) LMAOO i wanted to take my little brother the other day
★ fav flower: daisies !! they’re so cute and delicate, plus they’re the flower of my birth month and they remind me of my mom <33
no pressure tags (i can’t think of ten lmao) — @perlleta @ikeusnupii @sylvanaconyt
thank you for the tag sweetheartt this was so fun to do!!
❤︎ last song : REDRED by cortis ( we're twinning )
❤︎ currently watching : nothing tbh...
❤︎ current obsession : lngshot discography specifically training days ep
❤︎ currently reading : again nth I dont really read books
❤︎ currently working on : maknae ver of the enha bf hcs, and my finals ( end me guys )
❤︎ currently wearing : uhh orange tee and grey shorts and the tee lwk matches my hair in the sun so that's cute
❤︎ prolly the world cup match schedule..
❤︎ the lotus flower ugh I love her, AND java cassia or purple hybrid hibiscus maybe ( I can keep going. ) ( yellow elders too )
tagging : @dollyrins @yeokii @gravelocked @laerrebae @akaashiit @kissjoao [ no pressure <3 ]
thank you for the tag pearl!!
꣑ৎ last song: smile by deftones
꣑ৎ currently watching: i just finished rewatching anora, but i'm planning to start watching better things
꣑ৎ current obsession: i love love love the baby series, benedetta porcaroli and mikey madison
꣑ৎ currently reading: i'm gatekeeping this one, it's too special :3
꣑ৎ currently working on: that's a secret
꣑ৎ currently wearing: my unicorn pajamas
꣑ৎ last google search: “internet archive”
꣑ৎ fav flower: lotus (i'm literally ren), peony, and chinese hibiscus
npt: @gravelocked @kenyudotcom / @midnightaz @strxwberrycreampuff @ivytheweeaboo + any1 else
ty for the tag rennie!!!
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ last song: I Don’t Smoke by Mitski
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently watching: Beware the Gonzo
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ current obsession: Kevin Khatchadourian and Shinobu Kocho
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently reading: nothing
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently working on: stalker Kevin
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently wearing: a tank top and shorts
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ last google search: stopkosa.com
˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ fav flower: lily of the valley
tags: @1toshisaelvrrr @bluelocklvrrr @yukonoo
@x3nafix @bewitched-pearl + anybody else!
TY TY BAILEY 🩷🩷
— ᨳଓ last song: trouble maker by trouble maker
— ᨳଓ currently (re)watching: all the sailor moon animes + movies
— ᨳଓ current obsession: the legend of korra and sailor moon
— ᨳଓ currently (re)reading: sailor moon mangas
— ᨳଓ currently working on: requests and a few Haruka Tenoh fics (Haruka I love you)
— ᨳଓ currently wearing: nine inch nails concert tee and MIT pajama pants that are my gf’s
— ᨳଓ last google search: phlur.com (favorite fragrance website)
— ᨳଓ favorite flower: orchids
no pressure tags: @obsessedhoneycomb @c4sings6 @talesofesther @moviecritc @dearbaes @ie4ri
thanks for the tag syd-chan mwah mwah mwah
಄ last song: boa by megan thee stallion
಄ currently watching: naruto shippuden
಄ currently working on: two requests, one of mikasa and one of kirara hoshi<3
಄ currently wearing: ugly snoopy pyjamas why do you want to know
಄ last google search: wordreference dot com
಄ favorite flowers: lilies, specifically the orange ones
tagsss (no pressure ofc): @tokkushin @thenewing @hangenism @swamelon @irisgrrl
thank you for the tag nora <33
— last song: back & forth by aaliyah
— currently watching: gachiakuta (i only watched 5 episodes and then stopped. i have to pick it up again).
— currently working on: like 6 request and my 1k follower fic
— currently wearing: my gf's pink floyd shirt and sweatpants
— last google search: honey lemon tea recipe (im sick 👎🏽)
— favorite flowers: blue roses :)
no pressure tags <3: @psikuu @dearjotaro @sodxdrugz @lywhi @podkadottie @theshatteredstar @meringuedete
ty for the tag syd!! :3
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Last song : 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 & 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑎
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Currently watching : 𝑗𝑗𝑏𝑎 & 𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠
⊹ ࣪ ˖ currently working on : 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑗𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑢 + 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Last google search : ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟 (I was arguing with someone on twitter)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Favourite flowers : 𝑖𝑑𝑘!!😭
No pressure tags of course <3 : @swamelon @moviecritc + anyone else!! I rlly need more writer moots😫😫
꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝑒𝑥 𝑗𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑜 . . . ⋆˚࿔
ex ! jotaro x reader | angst w happy ending , second chances , fluff , yearner jotaro.
masterlist Jjba req rules
Ex Jotaro who swore he would never see your face again because the ache of you never seemed to pass.
Ex Jotaro who saw you at the cafe you had your first date at and couldn’t help but stare at you, hopelessly, feeling too much for someone who was meant to move on.
Ex Jotaro who would stare at the old messages you sent him when you were still dating, at the contact name he couldn’t stomach changing, at the way love flowed seamlessly between hearted messages and little ‘I love you’s.
Ex Jotaro who was haunted by dreams of you dancing near the Oceanside, in a wedding gown you never got to wear with your hands up in the air and a soft breeze rolling through your hair.
Ex Jotaro who couldn’t look at another woman even if he wanted to.
Ex Jotaro who fights with himself daily to not enter your life again, knowing that you were slowly healing from the break up.
Ex Jotaro who said he would be respectful of the distance.
Ex Jotaro who still adores you. Who carries a photo of you grinning in his wallet, who looks at it every time the sun starts to set and wishes for you to be there in the morning with him.
Ex Jotaro who saw you on the shore, feet in the sand, wind in your hair, and couldn’t help the breathless way he said your name.
Ex Jotaro who watched, transfixed as you turned around, beautiful eyes wide with surprise. As if this wasn’t the very place Jotaro felt like he could breathe properly.
Ex Jotaro who cursed himself with every step he took towards you because he knew that he should have left, he should have slipped away when your attention was on the horizon.
Ex Jotaro who felt time stop when you let him be so close, who drank you in and craved more. The dress you wore brushed against your ankles. It billowed in the wind. You were glowing.
Ex Jotaro who felt his eyes sting seeing you so close.
Ex Jotaro who caved into you the moment your hand rested on his cheek like you were testing if he was real or something your mind had made up. Because oh, he didn’t know how much your hands meant to him. How much the simple act of touching him could make him cower before you.
⤷ ゛ 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑦𝑢𝑟𝑖 𝑤 𝑓𝑒𝑚'𝑑𝑖𝑜 ˎˊ˗
,, I love dio bad but imagining him has a toxic evil femme makes me lose my shit
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⸝⸝ fem dio who loves to taunt you over the smallest mistakes you make. Who babies you in that cruel, mocking way that makes your heart stutter pathetically in your chest.
⸝⸝ fem dio who says she despises physical affection but will reluctantly let you cling to her side during the colder nights of winter.
⸝⸝ fem dio who, despite being evil in every right, doesn’t crave to ruin you like she does everything else. Does she love seeing you cry? Absolutely. But those tears are rightfully hers to begin with.
⸝⸝ fem dio who acts like she wouldn’t care if you perished, but after a particularly risky encounter will force the mask over your face so you can be just like her. Perfectly immortal, perfectly hers for all eternity. Safe.
⸝⸝ fem dio who doesn’t care if you hate her after that, who will still drag you along to all of her cruelty now that you won’t perish so easily.
⸝⸝ “Come now, darling,” she hisses, pulling you closer by the waist, her sharp teeth scraping just below your ear. You can’t hold back the involuntary shiver that runs down your spine even if you wanted to. “You know you don’t hate me. How can you hate what created you?”
toxic yuri toxic yuri toxic yuri!
Are you accepting Naruto requests??
If so, I'd like to request a headcanon of Team 7 yandere trope in relation to a kitsune reader/beast of Caldas🦊
What would the other Naruto teams be like if they were yanderes? (headcanons)
۶۟ৎ 𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | kitsune!reader
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ syn : team 7 finds themselves strangely drawn to you—in a way they’ve never felt about anyone else. How do they react to their own darkened depths?
tags : yan!team 7 , typical yandere themes , obsessive and possessive behaviour , I’m trying to keep it as in-character as I possibly can , kitsune reader , reader is genderless and unbothered , murder.
note : I had a good portion of this written and then it decided to delete itself, so round two! But yes Naruto reqs are so so welcome, and I’m liking the idea of this. Sorry it took so long to complete!
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𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 | jealousy is a disease
.’ The first time Naruto met you, he didn’t know what to think. You had these weird, watchful eyes that plucked through the delicate webbing of his character. It was like you knew something. So it was safe to say he was a little off-put by the idea of having you join team seven. I mean, there were enough of them as it is, right?
.’ What would throw him off the most, is that a part of him felt.. connected with you. Like a story unspoken and history unexplained.
.’ But Naruto being Naruto, he would fold pretty easy when he got hint of how michevious you actually were. Now he wouldn’t call it pranking people, but you were finicky, tricking those around you with smooth words and slight inconveniences. Like the time someone asked you where the nearest public restroom was and you gave them directions to a brothel. He had to admit, it was a bit funny.
.’ He would grow to tolerate you, then you would buy him ramen on an off chance you were trailing about, and then he’d love you. Anyone that pays for his ramen won a golden ticket straight into his good books.
.’ Now, Naruto wouldn’t be inherently aware of his own feelings. He knows what he felt for Sakura, but that’s the only basis he has on romance or any kind of relationship. So when his gut twists painfully and his jaw automatically snaps tight and the sight of you standing next to someone else—grinning in that sharp, uncanny way of yours—he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
.’ There’s no point in trying to battle with himself and speak reason, all he can focus on is the way that this new person leans into your orbit, enamoured with the way you speak—the same way he was. His head is a war, torn between acknowledging that yes you can speak with other people, and denying all logic and believing you should only talk to him. Be with him, and only him. Because why else would you want to talk to anyone when he’s all that you needed?
.’ After the first sign of his darkening thoughts, he stops, swallowing thickly as he realises that this.. isn’t like him in the slightest. With tense muscles, he forces himself to look away and goes back to his apartment. What he’s feeling is dangerous, and there’s nothing that could explain how horribly angry seeing you with someone else made him feel.
.’ Naruto isn’t loud in his possessiveness, it’s a quiet, simmering thing. Once your relationship (friendship or otherwise) progresses down the road, the more he grows emboldened to touch you. You’re not one to say no, so you allow him to drag you down the street whenever you hang out, ignoring the way he eyes constantly watched you, like he was searching for something only he knew how to obtain.
.’ One thing that he absolutely hated, was seeing you pay attention to others. Whether it be pointing them in the direction of brothels when they asked for a public bathroom, or when you eerily watched people pass by with a cryptic smile on your face. Every second made his blood boil. So, he would start making up ways to have your attention all on him.
.’ It started with doing something stupid. Tripping down in front of the team, bashfully scratching the back of his neck like it was all an accident—his gaze locked onto you just to see if you’d react. When your eyes glinted with amusement and laughed, his chest would ache in that good way he loved whenever you were around. Then it slowly started to progress further. He got reckless on missions, taking risks that were unnecessary and caused strife in the teams dynamic. None of that mattered, because each and every time your hands would grab him, yanking him away from danger like you just knew he would pull something stupid.
.’ And he’d grin when you yanked his collar, scowling and muttering obscenities because he was so stupid and reckless. Your breath would fan over his cheek, hot and heavy like one more stupidity driven move would cause you to sink your teeth into him out of frustration—and Naruto certainly wouldn’t mind that at all, not one bit.
.’ because of your.. attributes. You were a lot more fox like in appearance than he was. In saying that, you garnered a lot more attention, and a lot more scrutinising glares. Naruto was used to attracting that attention himself, up until he proved himself. But even then, there were people who still hated what he represented.
.’ It made him angry, no furious. Sure, you were a little unconventional in your ways. Always causing strife amongst the villagers—but they were harmless pranks! Things that he used to do.
.’ Naruto walked closer to you when going past vendors who you’d previously targeted, matching their scowls with an intensity that caught them off guard. His mind was a whirlwind of urges he’s never experienced before. Images of blood flashing on his palms, their eyes staring lifelessly into his own. It didn’t disgust him, not when he knew that he’d be doing it for you. He would only snap out of his daze when you slipped your hand into his and tug him along. He’d stare, mouth gaping like he was about to say something, and you’d shoot him this look, like you knew exactly what he was thinking. Swallowing down the flutter in his stomach, he followed along soundlessly.
𝜗ৎ .✦ ݁˖ 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 |. Josuke x 𝑓𝑒𝑚'𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ syn . : studying was tedious and annoying—especially when Josuke could think of plenty other things to keep himself occupied with.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ tags . : mdni!! established relationship , smut , college , study sesh turns into steam sesh , protected sex , p in v , clumsy sex , oral fixation , josuke a munch.
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Libraries always had this distinct, unmistakable quietness to them. No matter what time of day it was; whether it was the glow of the morning or the comfort of late afternoon. Even when nobody else was around, it still felt wrong to be too loud.
The lights had dimmed into something more comfortable about an hour ago. They always did at this time. The campus library was open throughout all hours of the night. Once it started to darken outside, the timer switched to a dim, warm glow that helped honour students cram in whatever they could in a more relaxed environment. Except, neither you or Josuke were honour students, rather you were just trying your best to pass.
Josuke was staring at his notebook, pen in hand like he was thinking long and hard about his study material. You knew better. He was spacing out, wasting time by pretending like he was busy and motivated, when in reality he was probably thinking about that new cafe that just opened down the street.
“What are you up to?”
“What?” His attention snagged on you. The surge of panic flared behind his eyes like a live wire as he fumbled for a lie, a cover up that you would believe. “Oh, uh, it was.. was..” You watched unimpressed as he fumbled through his material. “Section three!”
He looked at you, grinned, and nodded. Perfect cover.
