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OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:
I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP
I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)
I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me
And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??
OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH
Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔
On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?
Whats her favorite colour?
Who is more clingy, harry or her?
Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most
What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public
The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?
AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)
IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚
same!! they're family 🥰
funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!
in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)
I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀
I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅
I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.
Her favorite color is lavender 💜
Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.
Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).
oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."
OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.
I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.
Can some1 pls make a avatar cast x reader fic where shes also an actress in atwow and they're all having fun and filming jamies documentary pls😭😫 why hasn't anyone done this be4?
- During your teens you, Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami and Haibara used to visit the beach a lot, all together as one big happy family. You and Gojo would strip off your clothes to the bare minimum and run almost butt ass naked into the water as fast as you can. Screaming and laughing as you'd tackle each other into the wet sand and get seawater splashed into your eyes. Yelling at the burning sensation and hearing Getos chuckle from the beach mat and Nanamis grunt from his personal private sunbathing area. (Haibara is allowed entry obviously). Shoko just peacefully smokes pot on the side, unaware of everything thats happening.
- Gojo acts like he's unafraid of everything, but he isn't. You always call him to take care of bugs in your room. He comes in, chest puffed out and eyes shining. Till it starts flying and you hear his blood curling scream as he holds his head in his hands and pushes you to the side slamming you against a wall in an attempt to leave the room. When he sees you later in the infirmary with a dislocated shoulder he just turns around and pretends to not see you. A shit eating grin on his face.
- Neither of you had earphones for the longest time, so you just put the phones speaker in the middle of both of your faces when listening to music. Its extremely loud but you both don't give a shit. Heads swaying to the beat as a song with possible the most curse words in the world plays in both of your ears.
- During your teenage years you both used to run. Run away from it all, legs whipping against the wind, hand in hand. Hair flailing and tears threatening to fall. All you had was each other. Soulmates. You'd run and scream, leaving it all behind. Heart to heart, sprinting side by side. It felt like such a dream, he was running with you, his sunglasses about to fall of his head and his blue eyes collecting tears. Then as if as a sign, you tripped on the hill, and before you could tumble down and surely break a bone, Gojo grabbed you and held you in his arms as he went flying down with you secure in his grasp. When he finally slammed into a tree at the bottom, you looked up at him to see his face covered in scratches and that same silly smile plastered on his face.
- You'd both be quarantined after your running away episodes. Cursed to being put in separate rooms and staying there for ages. Unable to see each other. You would both giggle silently in your separate rooms. Tapping the wall to alert each other that you were still there, as you were literally next door to each other. Stupid idea by principle yaga but you both didn't complain. Till one night you went to sleep and woke up the next morning with Gojo lying beside you in bed, drool spilling from his mouth and snores that could be heard for miles. You turn your head to the wall that separated you and see a Gojo sized hole in it. He had smashed through the whole wall.
- As unusual as it may be, you both have baths together. Washing each others hair and making beards out of bubbles. Having long ass convos for hours till your skin turned all shrivelled. Then you'd share a massive towel and make a run for the dorms so principle yaga wouldn't catch you both being delinquents. Until Gojo steps on the towel and slips. Landing straight on his freshly washed ass. Naked in the middle of the hallway. You couldn't help but let out the loudest cackle as Nanami comes round the corner and immediately goes back the way he came at the sight of you on the floor laughing and Gojos body completely bare for the world to see.
- Then as the future came around and Gojo entered the classroom to teach his students, they finally question the shining white ring on his ring finger. He just smiles and shrugs them off, knowing that at home, your'e waiting for him. A black ring mirroring his own, sitting perfectly on your wedding finger. A symbol of the two of you.
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Pairing: neteyam x human!reader
Notes: hes basically a cat :3C
w/c: 646
w/n: im on a major writers block so i hope you guys enjoy this one T v T
“Y/N! Wake up!” Spider bangs against your door. You hear a loud shush, followed by the screeching of your old metal door.
“Y/N, the Sully kids are here and they want to see you,” Norm says quietly as he rubs your little back. You slowly open your eyes, nodding tiredly. You follow the older man out of bed, rubbing your eyes as the two of you walk down the hallway into the main area of the lab.
Spider is already fooling around with Lo’ak and Kiri, but there’s another na’vi present.
All of the ‘kids’ are a bunch of years older than you but they insist on hanging out with you so you don’t feel lonely. Plus it’s boring just hanging out with the adults in the lab.
“Hello Y/N.” Kiri greets, swooping you into her arms. You giggle lightly, wrapping your arms around her neck. You hang with Kiri the most. She has a calming aura and is the only one who can properly speak English for you.
“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing over her shoulder. She turns around, “Oh, that’s my older brother, Neteyam.” The na’vi sounds out for you slowly. You nod, eyeing the boy curiously. He’s a lot taller than his other siblings, a little quiet and shy looking, but friendly looking nonetheless.
“Do you want to say hi? It’s his first time here so he's a little shy.” You nod again. You wiggle out of Kiri’s arms and she lets you down. You pitter-patter towards the tall boy. If you thought Kiri and Lo’ak were tall, he must be like a titan. You stop a few feet away from him, just staring. He looks down and meets your gaze, tilting his head in curiosity as well. He crouches down so he’s somewhat your height. Kiri had warned him to be gentle with you, you were a little smaller and fragile compared to Spider, who was rough-housing with Lo’ak every second possible. So he keeps his hands to himself. Neteyam wasn’t very enthusiastic about coming to the lab, it was never interesting to him, but Jake had insisted that he goes with his siblings today.
“Hello,” he sounds out, his accent heavy.
“Hi,” Your hands are already running over parts of his arm, fingers connecting the little white dots that scatter his body. “Neteyam.” You spoke slowly, looking up at him for some confirmation that you said it right.
He nods, a small smile crawling up over his lips. His knowledge in English words is limited, so your conversation doesn’t go beyond this point. The large na’vi boy eventually sits on the ground, letting you climb onto his lap.
“You’re really nice,” You smiled, “How old are you?” Neteyam stays silent for a while, just looking at you.
“I’m eleven.”
“Hi eleven!” You joked, but the na’vi boy merely looked at you. “Oh, you don’t know jokes?” He remained quiet. You remembered Kiri’s words and decided to not try and pry words out of the eldest Sully.
“Well I’m eight years old turning nine,” your hands touch his ears curiously, the organ twitched at contact. “You’re like a cat!” You exclaimed, he still did not know what you were talking about.
After a while, Kiri approaches you and Neteyam, ears bombarded with you talking Neteyam’s ears off about something called ‘cats’. You remained in Neteyam’s lap, your small fingers fiddling with the na’vi’s braids and ears. Unbeknownst to him, he had started nuzzling into your touch.
“Tsmukan, we have to go now.” Neteyam nodded and nudged you off his lap.
The Sully siblings take their leave, leaving you and Spider to play.
“That kitty girl. . . what is her name?” Neteyam asks his sister, trailing behind Lo’ak who was already speeding through the trees.
“Kitty? That’s Y/N.”
Neteyam nodded, trying to figure out this fluttery feeling in his stomach.
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itadori yuji x fem!reader | ryomen sukuna x fem!reader
mildly nsfw // cw: modern au (no jujutsu), bets, some sort of triangle(?), slightly/implied sexual content, intoxication (alcohol), mild cuckholding(?), yuji & sukuna are twins
okay tbh idek what this is, it was supposed to be sexy but it feels more like shenanigans. but whatever, i still kinda like it.
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"nuh uh. no way. no way in hell."
"what's the matter? afraid she's gonna like me better?" sukuna sticks his tongue out between his smirk.
"shut up. fuck you. you're an asshole. and get out of my room." yuji jabs his finger harder into his brother's chest like he has to physically punctuate his sentences. because clearly this jackass won't get the idea otherwise.
he is not letting his irritating, arrogant, pretentious, playboy jerk of a brother get his grubby hands anywhere near you.
"oh, come on." the dickwad rolls his eyes, "she already kissed me once and didn't even know the difference."
"because she was drunk!" yuji throws his hands up in exasperation, "why the hell do you want her so bad anyway? you literally sleep with a new girl every week!"
sukuna leans against yuji's bedroom doorframe with a pensive look on his face, "i wonder... maybe she's just that good of a kisser that she made me change my mind."
the way the smirk returns to his asshole brother's face is all the confirmation yuji needs that he's just fucking around again. he really does not want or need to deal with this bullshit. because he can tell, at a glance, that sukuna isn't trying to get you because he's genuinely interested in you. it's because you're his.
sukuna has always been trying and getting the upper hand since they were little. whenever yuji had or did something that sukuna didn't, his brother would either take it or do something that made himself look better. and for a long time, yuji had a bit of a complex about that.
that even though they're identical twins, their similarities stop at their faces, because sukuna was just always naturally better -- or managed to easily get better -- than him in most ways. he was faster, stronger, taller, smarter, more popular, more charming, more everything. and for the longest time, he had no way to prove himself as someone other than the inferior version of sukuna.
but then he met you. you, who taught him that he didn't need to prove himself to be anything in comparison to his brother. you, who met both him and sukuna but still chose to get close to him. you, who he developed a real connection with before he finally got the guts to ask you out. you, who has been his rock and his roller coaster and his spice and his comfort for what feels like forever now.
there is no way in hell that yuji is going to let sukuna mess with you just to fuck with him. it's already enough that sukuna has twice as much going on as yuji does. he is not going to let that fucker have you, too.
sure, it was true that you accidentally kissed his brother at a party you were all at. yuji can understand the mistake because you do get pretty loopy after a few drinks and start to lose your... precision. plus, apparently you had walked up to sukuna and kissed him because you thought he was yuji in the first place, until you pulled away and saw the tattoos more clearly on his face.
yuji understood all that because you immediately pulled away and ran to find him and tell him what happened. he can trust you and your apology.
however, he cannot trust his conniving, smirking brother who is always trying to one up him. also, that asshole clearly spends too much time looking you over when he opens the door for you at home. so when sukuna comes to yuji's room to propose an "experiment" where he pretends to be yuji while you're drunk just to see if you'll notice, he is more than ready to send him flying and become an only child.
"what? you don't think it'd be interesting?" sukuna is smirking again, "you like those social experiment documentaries and shit, don't you? it's pretty much the same concept."
"do you think we're both stupid or something?" yuji's eyes and mouth are agape, "even if she was drunk, she wouldn't be blind. or deaf. you still have tattoos all over your body and a different voice than me??"
"you don't think i can act or sound like you?" sukuna looks amused before standing up and slipping his hands into his sweatpants pockets, relaxing his shoulders until they're almost slumped, and looking upwards with a bit of a ditzy, airy expression on, "man... wonder when fushigoro's gonna return my dvd? i wanna rewatch the saw series this weekend. oh! or maybe the conjuring series! ohh! or maybe--"
yuji can feel his eye twitch as he watches his brother switch between more expressions within the same minute than he's seem him do in an entire week before. what really irritates him is that sukuna actually does kind of sound like him... and if you took away the tattoos, and put an actual shirt on, and messed up his hair a bit... he might actually pass as yuji... because if he raises the pitch in his voice, he does start to even sound like him...
but no! no! this isn't some sort of impressions contest, he is not letting sukuna trick you into thinking he's yuji for a date! it's the principle of the thing!
"tell you what." sukuna changes gears, "you've been wanting a car, haven't you?"
"yeah..." yuji furrows his brows. he's been saving up for one for a while, because there are just so many more date possibilities when he and you aren't limited by train accessibility and schedule. but he's barely even halfway there because of his spontaneous spending habits...
"i'll give you mine, then." sukuna says.
"what."
"i've been thinking about getting a new one anyway, so i was gonna sell it first. but..." sukuna's smirk returns, "if you care to make a wager, then you can have it. no questions asked."
"you have got to be joking." yuji deadpans.
"i'm serious." sukuna says, "you let me take your place on your next little date night once your little girlfriend is tipsy enough. and from there, you let me do whatever i want. no interfering."
"you fucking asshole, i knew you were just trying to--"
"if," sukuna interrupts him with a finger, "she figures it out and before the date is over, then the car's yours."
yuji pauses, finally contemplating it. because it sounds too easy. there's no way that his brother would just give something to yuji that easily...
"but if she doesn't realize it isn't you 'til the very end," he continues, eyes starting to glint, "then you can't stop whatever goes down between us."
"uhm. what the fuck."
"you'll still get the car. but only if there are no interruptions." his smirk is downright demonic at this point.
yuji's brow furrow again in horror, not just because of how outrageous this wager is, but also because of how arrogantly confident his brother seems...
it sounds like a deal that's too good to be true, but... is it, really? he trusts you more than anyone, and he's positive that you would figure it out. like, there is no way that you would spend the entire date with sukuna thinking it was yuji, would you...?
...
well it looks like he's going to find out, because you come over to the house a few days later for a movie marathon night in. yuji tells you that he and you have the house to yourselves and spends most of the first movie refilling your cup. he cuddles with you under a blanket and eats the popcorn that you feed him and shares kisses with you at random times throughout the film.
all of the flirting intensifies as your buzz grows and makes you drunker, and yuji takes it all in stride and returns, like he normally does. but the more he does it, the more his heart pangs at the thought of letting his asshole brother, who doesn't deserve any of your love or affection, have this.
he can only hope that you'll be able to see through sukuna's surprisingly impressive act and call him out before the night ends. you're fairly drunk by the time he sets up the second movie, and when he goes off to "make more popcorn," that's when sukuna shows up to take yuji's hoodie right off his back ("i gotta smell the part too, brat") with the popcorn back to take his spot next to you on the couch.
he had somehow covered up all his tattoos, left his hair unstyled, and he's wearing the same sweatpants that yuji's currently wearing already. from a glance, even in a well lit room, it'd be harder to tell the two of them apart now. especially if they weren't standing beside each other.
yuji sneaks around the doors to listen from the hall, from the other side of the wall behind the couch. already, he can hear your drunk giggling and the rustling sound of you probably burrowing yourself deeper into the blanket and closer to sukuna.
he stays there for a solid hour, just listening to anything that develops outside of the movie playing. you do talk a bit between scenes, and sukuna actually ends up responding with things that yuji might actually say... which is kind of creepy.
but more than that, have you seriously not picked up on the fact that isn't not him in there??? you've gotten through half of the movie by now and you still haven't noticed??? granted, sukuna's acting is like, way better than he thought to give him credit for, but to be honest, he's getting a little worried now...
not because of the car or anything like that, but if you really don't notice, then how far is sukuna going to go? he wouldn't put it past his slut of a brother to touch you, but... if he did anything beyond that, yuji made a deal to not interfere. but will he really be able to keep himself from interfering?
the longer he stays here, the less likely it seems. because he can already hear some longer, drawn out kissing sounds coming from the living room.
fuck, he wants to cover his ears. or maybe he should just leave the room. leave the house, even. he doesn't know if he can handle more than this. you're his, for god's sake. the one thing in his life that he holds dear and can't be taken away by his brother. and now...
now...
"mmh..." you let out a sweet moan.
yuji sneaks over to the other end of the hall -- he can't help it -- hiding behind a tall plant where he can peek through the thick, large leaves to see what's happening on the couch.
and fuck-- you're practically lying on him! fuck, fuck-- he should've known. there's a subtle but intimate sex scene happening in the movie too, so of course sukuna would take an opening like that to turn it up.
you let out a gasp when you pull away from his brother, smiling up at him with hazy eyes and a drunk giggle. and sukuna -- the bastard -- gives you an affectionate chuckle and kiss before dragging your leg over his lap to straddle him.
fuck fuuuuuucckkk!! should he go in there? your clothes are still on and it doesn't look or sound like sukuna has gone beyond kissing and touching you through your clothes just yet, but yuji really feels the need to stomp in there, yank you off of his brother, and try to kiss some sense back into you. because have you really still not realized that it's not him in there?
"ugh-- ugh! yuji..." you moan again, and fuck-- now he's got other problems to worry about.
he can't help it! because even though you're probably drunk out of your mind and deceived by his brother's act, you still think it's yuji. and you're still reciprocating thinking that it's him. feeling pleasure because you think you're with him. not sukuna.
shit, now his small problem is becoming a semi-problem. not good, not good. the little sounds and whines you make aren't doing much to help either.
looking through the plant leaves, he can see sukuna's bastard hands up your shirt, clearly moving in a way that means he's groping at your breasts under there. yuji has no idea how his brother fucks -- and he still doesn't want to know -- but he didn't expect him to so affectionate.
even as you start rolling your body into his hands and hips, sukuna's mouth is all over you. he kisses your lips, your jaw, your shoulder, and -- what seems to be his favorite -- your neck. he latches onto the side of your throat like he has to melt you with the heat from his own tongue.
yuji wants to hate this so bad, watching his own brother kissing up on his girl. but you're sighing in bliss, and your head is hanging back, your eyes are closed, and you're still calling out his name in little whispers.
"yuji... ah, yuji..."
fuck, if he was in there right now, he'd be so gone. he wants you so much. what he'd give to just be back on that couch with you right now... not dealing with this stupid bet he made.
but it's sukuna on that couch right now, sukuna is underneath you and touching you and kissing you and--
"here. let me."
that motherfucker! he's taking off your shirt!!! and-- and you don't have a bra on tonight. fuck. no... if he has to watch his own twin brother suck on your tits. ugh no, that just might be the thing that makes him break.
he can't do it. he can't just sit here and let this happen in front of his own eyes anymore. he just can't--
"yuji?" your voice calls out, a little breathless but still sounding like an actual question, "you're not gonna stop me?"
the blood freezes in yuji's body, as he looks directly at you from behind the plant. did you-- did you see him? and wait, what did you just say?
"hm? whaddaya mean?" sukuna asks in his yuji voice as he continues to graze along your neck.
"yuji. are you really just gonna let me fuck your brother like this...?" you breathe out.
what?
"what?" sukuna asks, still in his yuji voice.
"yujiii..." you whine, very clearly not addressing the man beneath you anymore. "baby, i'm so wet right now. if you really don't come get me, i really might just do it with your brother."
yuji bolts into the room faster than lightning could catch up to him, "y-you knew?"
you perk up immediately, pulling your hands away from sukuna's shoulder to hold them out to yuji instead. you rise onto your knees to meet him in an enthusiastic kiss, even with sukuna still trapped underneath your legs.
you let out a little giggle when you let go, "i mean, i'm drunk so it took me a minute to be sure." you turn to sukuna to run your fingers through his hair in a thoughtful gesture, "you really did sound like yuji for a while... but it was pretty obvious once you kept going for my boobs instead of my ass."
okay... that's-- that's fair. yuji is an ass guy through and through. he has never made it through sex or even just a regular day seeing you without putting his hands or his head on your ass. if he could sleep on your ass instead of a pillow, he would.
but to think that that was how you realized it wasn't yuji... you really do know him well. but in the most unexpected ways...
"you really know me, huh." yuji can't help but laugh. finally, he feels like he can take a breath after such a tense night. a smiley kiss from you is the cherry on top.
"alright, lovebirds. this is sweet and all, but i'm not into being the cuck. so move it, sweetie." sukuna pats your hip as a signal for you to move off of him.
but before you do, you ask, "why did you do all this anyway?" you rub a thumb along his cheek, "the makeup, acting like yuji, being all sweet and stuff. did you really wanna live as your brother for a night?"
"as if." sukuna rolls his eyes, lifting you by the hips himself to set you aside, "it was a bet, and he already won, since you found out."
"a bet?" you turn to yuji with a confused look, "you did all this to make a bet? what the heck was so important that you let me make out with your brother for ten minutes?"
"uhhhhh... i'll tell you later." yuji chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
you're making a face that tells him that you still want answers, but for now, you want for sukuna to leave the room. yuji is about to join you on the couch again, or maybe get on his knees to apologize, when--
"oi. yuji."
he looks up at his brother, who pauses by the living room doorway. he's facing the hall, and not looking at yuji or you, but there's a strangely contemplative look on his face. a serious expression that he doesn't see all that often from his lackadaisical brother.
then sukuna turns his head to glance briefly between the two of you, before turning away again, "take good care of her."
yuji exchanges a confused look with you before calling after his brother, "i'd do that whether or not you tell me to, jerk!"
but always one to have the last word, sukuna glances down at yuji on his way up the stairs to his room, with the most ominous, sinister smirk yet, "good. you wouldn't want anyone to take her from you now, would you?"
was that a threat? is that asshole seriously going to try going for you now? there's no way that dumb playboy would go that far... right?
"yuji?" you bring his attention back.
"sorry. that must've been really weird, i know." he finally sits down beside you, "but i swear i did it for a reason! hopefully a good reason..."
"hmm... well explain it to me in a bit." you say as you climb into his lap, mirroring the position sukuna had just had you in. you bring his hand into your loose shorts, where he can feel-- oop. "i told you, didn't i? how wet i am... i really was this close to letting him fuck me."
well, shit. he can't have that. it looks like he'll just have to fuck any thoughts of his asshole brother out of your head himself.
gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious
HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.
The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”
First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.
Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”
You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.
notes:: RRAAAAAHHHHH I HAD TO short lil thing for my lovies n i jus wanted to write for this man mm yum. very headcannon imagine like REALLY SHORT N SWEET ENJOYY rbs appreciated!
you always find yourself in this position, but you could never be mad at it. sex with eren is an experience, he gets pussy drunk— goes fuckin' crazy once he gets you in bed. he has you laying tangled up in his bed sheets, your eyes screwed shut and acrylic decorated nails twitching and grabbing at your boobs and anything around you. lost in pleasure, you can only squeal and whine and pant, letting him do as he pleased. and in turn, eren let you get as wild as possible. your lower tummy stiffens up and rolls when you feel the swipe of eren's tongue between the ripples of your cunt. your fingers pull hard on his hair and 'ren's so fucking in it that he groans and whines incoherently in your pussy.
one thing 'bout eren, is he's desperate. begging to eat your cunt for as long as he wants (you've orgasmed twice already) and the wetter you get the harder he gets. there's already a big wet spot on the bed from just what leaked outta' you alone and he's humping the fucking bed. he humps the damn bed.
'ren forces your legs apart, digging his face into your pussy to stick his tongue in further than it already is and his pretty nose you love drives into your clit with ever motion he makes, his shirt is half coming off with his eagerness. eren's knees are planted into the bed, he thrusts and grinds into a bundle of sheets that were forced together by his frenzied sugar rush: pussy rush, if you will.
finally, you feel your core tightning, you look up at the dim bedroom lights and let yourself get delirious as the bed rocks you into short lived unconsciousness. as the knot in your tummy pulls itself stable, eren drags his tongue out your pussy, rolls it around your clit and grabs a mouthful of both the folds of your cunt and your clit. he gives this a tug, and the drag of his lips pushes you over the edge, your hips arch up, legs heavy on his back and thighs clamping closed around his head. eren loses his grip on you, caressing you softly as he moans out some random muffle words into your cunt together with his tongue that just goes wild everywhere. your back arches and the knot snaps, a thick rope of milky-clear liquid squirts out of you directly into eren's mouth. he groans, resting his face between your legs that squeezed his neck and face, licking up and drinking every drop pouring out of you.
he's finally pleased only when your hips release the tension and fall back onto the bed.
Constant affection from him whether it's winks, mouthing 'I love you' across the room, blowing you kisses, you name it.
NEVER forgetting any important dates and the next surprise always topping the last.
Not ashamed or prideful when it comes to showing the world how in love with you he is, claiming it's not a bad thing to be whipped if you're in a healthy relationship.
It's usually him who starts the fights so it's usually him who apologises first too but seeing as you're quite stubborn after he's pissed you off, you don't give him all the grace straight after.
Lots of passionate kissing from him no matter where you are even though you're not quite a PDA person and keep smacking his arm for making you shy but he just gives you a smug smirk.
Giving him shoulder massages because he just loves how well your small hands work on his broad shoulder blades.
Him trying to teach you skills but you calling him out for going for the most complex ones rather than teaching you the simple ones first.
Not much competition because he beats you at everything so you've pulled out the white flag long time ago.
Lots of selfies and pictures and videos and tiktok challenges which just make the fans swoon.
As much as there are nice fans, there are a lot of others that practically fume at you but you're pretty much used to it now.
You and Davi being best friends, him loving you so damn much because you treat him with so much love and care.
Tracing his tats and him falling asleep every time.
You don't really fancy getting a tat but he convinces you to get a teeny tiny one just to match with him. You're surprised when he tells you what he wants, your name on the side of his ring finger, then apologising quickly for seemingly pressuring you to get a tat of his name but you assure him that you want to and you get his name tatted onto the side of your ring finger.
Him popping the question two months after that and getting married exactly two months after that too, not wanting to wait too long.
Your wedding is pretty much the close circle but it was still a wild as it could ever get.
Having a son two years after, then another son a year after and then another son after a year and then a babygirl and lastly another babygirl. You just couldn't stay away from each other and 2 out of 5 times was an accident.
Your first son looks nothing like you, he's identical to Ney, emerald green eyes, curly hair, bronze skin, big, pink lips. He's pretty hyperactive, always has energy and never tired. He grows an incredible bond with Davi that builds further and further as the years go on. He takes down the football route, becoming the Neymar of his generation.
Your second son looks a lot like Ney again but he's at least got your eyes and nose. He's quite a reserved boy, only energised when it's bedtime. He wants to become a pilot, not being a big football fan like his dad and brother.
Finally, the third son looks more like you than he does Neymar, facial features identical to yours but still Ney's hair which you weren't complaining about. He was quite the cheeky one, very charming and intelligent, knew how to get his way and always having his parents running around for him. He's more artistic than his brothers and father, enjoying drawing and painting and dreams to become an artist.
Your very first baby girl was a reflection of you which Ney always pointed out and said he loved. She owned nothing that Ney has except his goofy energy, confidence and love for singing and dancing, giving her the credits to become a top singer.
Your final baby girl is the calmest of your children, collected and much more clever than you've seen from any of the elders. She preferred to help you with cleaning than play with toys, would rather you read her a book than watch Disney films, even said her first word at 7 months and started blabbering on by 9 months. She grows into an incredible, independent, humble women no matter how much you spoiled her and became a lawyer.
The years changed nothing between you and Neymar, you were back to being only you and him in the big mansion that you never moved out of as all of your children, except your youngest was married while your youngest was studying university abroad.
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the one where Harry’s back from tour and his girl really just needs to feel him.
Y/N’s fingertips were scratching down her jeans anxiously, leg bouncing up and down under the table causing her fork to tremble in her hand. There was a delicious meal set in front of her, tempting and mouthwatering (granted it was take out because neither Harry nor her could cook something this perfect for a late dinner), but as enticing as it was, her eyes were someplace else. She hadn’t seen Harry for a while. It was still early in their relationship so clinging to him would be weird, and it was already such a big deal that she’d manage to get him to come over for the night despite his wild schedule. She had the “dinner” planned, setting the mood with the two pink candles placed carefully between the two of them.
yuuji itadori x fem!reader, sukuna ryomen x fem!reader.
WARNING: NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
CW: female bodied reader, female pronouns used, mild gore (bones breaking, bruises, curse ‘blood’, etc), degradation, sukuna is a warning, sex, oral sex (fem rec.) sukuna is nasty, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk
Being in a relationship with Yuuji Itadori meant a lot of things.
It meant that your time together was forever ticking. The threat of being exorcised looming over his head, the constant missions with dangerous curses growing more dangerous by the minute, and hell—even fellow students had tried to kill him. It meant rushed touches and fumbling hands and sorry’s and quiet giggles when things slip up and don’t go exactly as planned.
It meant feeling loved. Yuuji loved hard and with all of his soul, he loved bigger and brighter than anyone you’d ever met. He made you feel important, and he made you feel safe.
Being with Yuuji meant something else too. It meant that while you got to enjoy your loving, caring boyfriend, you also were under the constant reminder that he shared his body with the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen himself.
Sukuna could be miserable. He could be disgusting and rude, maniacal and destructive. Over time, however, he and Yuuji seemed to form some strange sort of… bond. You supposed that sharing a body and mind left little room for coexistence without connection.
