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waking up between hange zoe and shoko ieiri, the two women you hate the most âą mdni, mild dub con, fingering, spitting, scissoring, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, mean!shoko, soft!hange Ë.âŚ
You wake up tired, somehow. Eyes heavy and with a light headache, you can still hear the music of the party in your ears even though it ended hours ago. When you rub your eyes and recover your conscience, you realize that youâre naked from head to toes, you feel the cold brushing your breasts making the nipples harden. Then, looking at the ceiling and the feel of the sheets, you realize that it isnât your bedroom at all. And after that an arm wraps around your waist. And from the opposite side, a head tucks in your neck. A dull throb that reminds you exactly what happened last night⌠even if the details are still blurry and swimming behind the headache.
You turn your head slowly, dread crawling up your spine.
On your left, messy brown hair spills across the pillow. Hange Zoe. Of course itâs fucking Hange. Those round glasses are sitting crooked on the nightstand, one lens smudged. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing deep and even, like they donât have a single regret. Their arm is the one looped around your middle, fingers splayed possessively over your stomach.
On your right, Shoko Ieiri is tucked against your neck, her dark hair tickling your collarbone. She smells like cigarettes and that stupidly expensive lotion she always uses. One of her legs is thrown over yours, bare skin sliding against bare skin as she stirs.
You feel sick. Not because it didnât feel good (god, it felt too good), but because these are the two women you canât stand. Hange with their loud and chaotic energy that always drags you into some insane experiment or argument. Shoko with her lazy sarcasm and the way she looks at you like she already knows every weak spot you have. Youâve spent the last year snapping at both of them, avoiding them at parties, rolling your eyes every time they showed up in the same room.
FANDOM: Attack on Titan CONTENT: Hange Zoe x Female Reader - drabble (100 words); light teasing, fluff
"âand then you push the French press here." Hange instructs. "Mm... do you smell that, hon?"
You frown. "Smell what?"
"The cherries, chocolateâ"
You stare.
It's just that your partner has rolled up the sleeve of their shirt while they show you how to make coffee, forearms braced against the counter, flexed hands and protruding veins and allâand you suddenly feel like a Victorian woman flustered at the sight of forearms.
"Hange," you finally interrupt. "Why're you making coffee tasting look so... sensual?"
"⌠Huh?"
"Nevermind."
"Nu-uhâŚ" A teasing grin spreads across their face. You groan. "Sensual, you say?"
Day 6 of Fav Blorbo x Reader Drabble Month. Challenge organized by @thedrabblecollective.
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little guys in ghibli movies
Something something themes and such... ?
also shout out to @raepliica for hyping me up XD

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one man's hyperfixation is another man's blocked tag
Sometimes a beloved mutual transitions and starts frequenting places you wouldn't go yourself, yk?
when your beloved mutual suddenly joins a fandom you have no interest in
bunch of stickersheets Iâve made over the years
(very)assorted vashwoods
itadori brothers who looks up to their oldest

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med-student nerd!jo x insomniac reader
(p.s: leave it to Gojo to make muscle anatomy sound intimate.)
This night like any other you lay awake, hands spread, the soft snores of your boyfriend not helping with your insomnia.
Looking at him sleeping so peacefully you manage a weak smile.
Gojo had been prepping for his exams, fueled up on energy drinks, anatomy books spread out everywhere. Until exhausted, he collapsed into bed, falling asleep muttering about some mesentry and what not.
atleast someoneâs sleeping well.
Turning over slowly, your hand accidentally swipes some lip balm off the dresser next to your bed, the noise a sharp contrast to the quiet night.
Gojo stirs in his sleep, a warm hand finding your waist pulling you on top of him your face flush against his chest as he lays on his back.
You raise your head looking up at him. Gojo rubs his sleepy eyes, long white lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly to stay awake.
âSorry for waking youâ you whisper.
âItâs okay, I donât mindâ his hands coming up on your back tracing soothing circles. âCouldnât sleep again?â he asks, voice raspy.
You hum laying your head back down on his chest, eyes closing, soothed by his large palm massaging your back.
âYou have a lot of tension built up in your Trapezius, babe.â he comments, fingers tracing the outline of your back muscles.
âhmmâŚwhere else?â liking how his voice, deeper at this time of night, makes his chest vibrate carrying the sound over to you.
âLetâs see, hereâŚâ hands trailing down fingers tapping your vertebrae, âLatissimus dorsiâ he names the muscles on your lower back.
You bring your hand up to his face, his hand instinctively reaching for it.
You ask âHow about here?â
He pulls your hand up to take a closer look, vision weak without his glasses, which currently lay atop some books across the room.
He opens up your palm rubbing slow circles as he brings the base of your thumb up to his lips placing a small kiss.
âAbductor pollicis brevisâ
Adjusting your hand, he places another kiss but this time at the base of your pinky.
âFlexor digiti minimiâ
You giggle, âSeriously? itâs called minimi?â
He nods, shy âDo you like it?â
âI think itâs cuteâ you continue to observe as he places more kisses along your palm naming the muscles there.
Kissing the pad of each finger he says âTendons of flexor digitorum profundus.â
why is this so hot?
You think to yourself, admiring your boyfriendâs mind. Admittedly more turned on than sleepy, you roll off his chest, laying on your back.
You pull his hand positioning it in between your breasts, a mischievous glint in your eye âHow about here?â you tease trying to gauge his reaction.
âOh um,â he reaches up with his other hand wanting to fix his glasses but realizing he isnât wearing any he moves his hand back to rub his neck, a bit flushed.
Not getting the memo, Gojo feels for your sternum explaining to you exactly what heâs doing âThis is your sternal angle and,â moving his hand alongside it âHereâs your 2nd ribâ
You pout, disappointed that he didnât get it you stop his hand counting down your ribs âtoruuu, thatâs not what I meantâ
He blinks at you, feigning innocence, âIâm sorryâ
âNo donât apologizeâ you shake your head, finding him adorable, âNow let me explain.â
You move his hand under your shirt, his cheeks redden, understanding.
He clears his throat, embarrassed âI havenât revised the female human anatomy yet..â
Instantly wanting revenge for how nervous you made him, he regains his composure. Gojosâ hand trails up under your shirt over bare skin as he feels your goosebumps rising. You watch him through hooded lashes, a matching flush climbing your cheeks.
âHow about you help me with that?â he asks a small grin painting his lips.
firefly; as a med student iâm so nervous posting this ・ďž(ďžâŠÂ´ďš`âŠďž)ďžď˝Ą
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guy next door
It had been a week or so since someone had moved into the apartment next to yours. It was a bit surprising as people barely moved in here now. Your neighbor was pretty mysterious. The guy was quiet and kept to himself. You couldnât lie, you were definitely curious about him. It threw you off balance a little.Â
You caught yourself staring at him every time youâd pass by. Sometimes when youâd leave the house for work, or coming home with groceries. You just couldnât help yourself.Â
The thing that always caught your eyes when youâd walk by was his hair. Black like midnight, always in a loose, messy bun with small strands framing his face. You wondered how heâd look with his hair down. Youâd picture yourself tugging that hair tie off, watching it unravel past his shoulders and running your hands through the silky locks.
The next thing that your eyes instinctively traveled to was his piercings. The ones on his ear were simple. Black circles that covered most his earlobe, made him look even more attractive. The other one was a ring. Silver, adorned the right corner of his bottom lip. You barely got a good view of it when youâd pass by, but when you did, it drove you a little crazy.
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Today wasnât anything out of the ordinary. You were out in your balcony, enjoying the afternoon sun and the gentle breeze. You watered your plants with the small watering can you had in your hand. You made sure every plant got the water it needed as you moved around.
The sudden sound of a door sliding pulled you out of your bubble. You perked up, head lifting to see where the noise came from.
The sight nearly made you drop your watering can.
There he was, stepping into the balcony with a kind of grace that made your breath hitch. He was shirtless, a white towel wrapped low around his hips, another shorter one around his neck. His long, damp hair was over one shoulder, blessing you with a view of his broad back. Your eyes traced the muscles that shifted along with his movements.
Your gaze traveled down, fixating on his narrow waist for a moment before they settled on his lower back. Your eyes immediately went to the tattoo that was slightly peeking out the towel, like it was teasing you.
You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, flustered, realizing you were pretty much ogling him. You had then noticed a curl of smoke floating upward, his back still turned to you.
As you were about to avert your gaze and act like you hadnât been gawking at him for the past few minutes, he turns around. His eyes locked with yours and you were frozen in place.
He was holding up a cigarette, which had paused halfway to his lips when his eyes met yours.
God, you had never seen someone so alluring.
A quiet moment passed between you two. You both were still looking at each other, not a single word said. Thatâs when he did it, that slight tilt back of his head. A small smirk crept up his lips, the action pulling the ring slightly taut against his bottom lip. He knew what he was doing, and it was irritating to say at least. Your eyes zeroed on his mouth as his lips met the filter of the cigarette.Â
Your focus darted to his hand for a second. There was a black hair tie around his wrist, and he was holding the cigarette between two fingers. His nails were painted the same color as the tie. You then watched as he exhaled the smoke, that smirk growing ever so slightly.
He then stubbed the cigarette out against the railing before flicking it away. His eyes continued to stay on yours.
And just like that, he went back inside, the sound of the glass door sliding and clicking shut following behind him.
He left you standing there alone, still frozen in place. Your mouth open and then closed as you tried to process what just happened. It infuriated you how easily he could charm you like that. And him knowing he had that effect on you made you even angrier.
What an asshole.
suguru with a lower back tattooâŚi think about it a lot. also i know this is kind of bad but i wanted to post anyway đ