Just Logged On Again Then Followin Up On My Last Ask, By Ask U Mean Like Regular Asks And Not Reqs Right?

just logged on again then followin up on my last ask, by ask u mean like regular asks and not reqs right?

if you are taking reqs, then are there some in a particular fandom you would wsnt to see?

Ahaha is there a difference between regular asks and reqs? 😅

If I was completely honest I would love a rq for Moon Knight or Darth Maul from Star Wars. I would love to do something for Death stroke again or maybe something for Frank Castle.

If its on my list I don't really care, I just want someone with some fat to it I guess?? Like tell me a situation or idea or something I can work onto of if that makes sense?

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

Yandere who’s the mother to your partner.

Their child had always been a little shit, going out of their way from when they were younger to make their mothers life hell. Their father had been practically non existant from their lives and their mother tried everything to keep them well looked after, loved and feed. Taking on multiple jobs to keep giving extra money for going out with friends and trips but never did anything for herself.

Still her child never said or did one nice thing from her and leeched off her until they moved away too late into their lives.

She had lost her motherly care for her child when they hit late teens as she finally saw they would never change but she kept looking after them till the end.

Then one day they call her up asking her to meet their s/o, you.

She doesn’t think much of it and goes into auto-pilot mode to prepare everything, puts a fake smile on when her child walks in but quickly drops it when she see’s you.

Immediately loving you from when she see’s you shyly saying hi and handing her wrapped fruit and profusely apologising that you didn’t cook anything or bring anything expensive.

She quickly snaps out of it though and ushers you inside while cooing at you and saying how the fruit is more than okay and how much she’s happy you thought of her, praising you for buying such fresh and picking the perfect ripe fruit.

Your s/o thinking nothing of it as they walk around the house like….. their own home (because it was) and going about dinner with their mother not really talking much as their mother askes you as many questions that won’t make you uncomfortable or pushy.

She is over the moon when you click with her and her eyes basically turn into hearts as you ask HER questions and help her clear the plates. She can just tell you’re a good cookie at heart and definitely gives you HER number to keep in contact.

Humming away while she sweeps the house while thinking of how wonderful you are she stops when she gets to the thought about you being with her child.

“I’m happy they found someone like (Y/N)….” 

Because she is happy that your wonderful but the thought of you being with HER child leaves this taste in her mouth.

She shakes it off though and continues her night.

--

She calls and texts as much as she can, what turned into going to her house once a month turned into every few weeks then every week then almost every day.

Now you were a little awkward, shy and apprehensive at first. Not being good with new people but you were just so nice how could she not look over all that? And you being a shy little cutie just made her fall in love with you more!

It’s not like you really minded, your s/o’s mother is unbelievably nice to you? Score! Especially since your own relationship with your mother was rocky to say the least. Finally having a loving care taker figure in your life made you so happy, and that was shown in how you would smile more and how much your mental health improved. 

The s/o in question didn’t care, you were getting along with their mother? Cool. 

It’s not like they were bad, it was a good relationship. You could bond over things and you loved them but… it felt like they loved the idea of you more than you yourself. 

But you always shook that feeling off because this was the first okay relationship you have had ever, and now you have an amazing mother figure in your life!! How could you ruin something like this!

…..

Until she can see how you try not to grimace at the thought of her child, when you seem like you don’t want to leave but you have to. She can tell what your thinking because she has BEEN there and knows her child, she could let it slide for herself but not you. Oh no not poor you.

You always had hinted that bad stuff had happened to you, glossing over people taking advantage over you and close family hurting and gaslighting you to think it was your own fault for stuff but when she prods a little bit one day and you just sob and sink into her arms that’s when the damn breaks.

S/o didn’t do anything, you promise! and everything has been going fine, good even. You finally have someone to talk to! Her! It’s going amazing!!

But life piles on and on and even though this has been going well other things happen and it just adds onto the pile that’s been forming for months, its like when one good thing happens 5 bad things happen right after and your s/o isn’t much help. You feel like a burden going to them so you don’t. 

When she hears this she nearly goes crazy right then and there but she just pulls you into her warm arms that feel like a safe barrier to you and the outside world, your still sitting in your chair but she’s over you and pressing your face into her stomach and it feels like everything melts away.

Not just the day or bad months, it feels like all those years of hurt come back out because you finally feel safe and all you can do is wail as you rub your wet face into her shirt. 

It feels like eternity with her rubbing your back and whispering sweet words into your ear, encouraging you to steady your breathing by purposely slowing hers down, before you start to lessen your whole body convulsing sobs into little sniffles and whines. 

“Sweet heart you are the most strong person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you keep going when things are constantly bringing you down. I’m proud of you.”

Those last few words send you into another sob session but you just hold her tighter and she kisses the crown of your head.

She soothes you through your endless amount of tears, whispering soft words and humming soothingly. Fetching you a glass of water to rehydrate and invited you to help her make some of her specialty chocolate chip cookies.  The rest of the day is spent in giggles and laughter in her warm and cozy kitchen, then eating one too many of her delicious gooey cookies before she puts you down for a nap.  And just like today when she comforted you, she would be there to comfort you a few days later when your s/o suddenly goes missing. Promising she will always be there for you, telling you to sleep over at her house, saying its no trouble at all and that she doesnt want to be alone at a time like this. The house just feels so empty for the mother now! How cruel! You wouldn’t want her to be all alone now would you, not when she’s oh so nice and makes the best yummiest foods. 

All while she keeps the secret that she was the one dispose of her no good wretched child…. And her child’s disappearance was almost identical to her cheating husbands…. Hmm what a coincidence.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have a sweet spot for MILF and DILF's and I secretly love this character already so if you want this lovely yandere to be a staple yandere on my Tumblr please please tell me ♡ Mwah~

Yandere who’s the mother to your partner.

Their child had always been a little shit, going out of their way from when they were younger to make their mothers life hell. Their father had been practically non existant from their lives and their mother tried everything to keep them well looked after, loved and feed. Taking on multiple jobs to keep giving extra money for going out with friends and trips but never did anything for herself.

Still her child never said or did one nice thing from her and leeched off her until they moved away too late into their lives.

She had lost her motherly care for her child when they hit late teens as she finally saw they would never change but she kept looking after them till the end.

Then one day they call her up asking her to meet their s/o, you.

She doesn’t think much of it and goes into auto-pilot mode to prepare everything, puts a fake smile on when her child walks in but quickly drops it when she see’s you.

Immediately loving you from when she see’s you shyly saying hi and handing her wrapped fruit and profusely apologising that you didn’t cook anything or bring anything expensive.

She quickly snaps out of it though and ushers you inside while cooing at you and saying how the fruit is more than okay and how much she’s happy you thought of her, praising you for buying such fresh and picking the perfect ripe fruit.

Your s/o thinking nothing of it as they walk around the house like….. their own home (because it was) and going about dinner with their mother not really talking much as their mother askes you as many questions that won’t make you uncomfortable or pushy.

She is over the moon when you click with her and her eyes basically turn into hearts as you ask HER questions and help her clear the plates. She can just tell you’re a good cookie at heart and definitely gives you HER number to keep in contact.

Humming away while she sweeps the house while thinking of how wonderful you are she stops when she gets to the thought about you being with her child.

“I’m happy they found someone like (Y/N)….” 

Because she is happy that your wonderful but the thought of you being with HER child leaves this taste in her mouth.

She shakes it off though and continues her night.

--

She calls and texts as much as she can, what turned into going to her house once a month turned into every few weeks then every week then almost every day.

Now you were a little awkward, shy and apprehensive at first. Not being good with new people but you were just so nice how could she not look over all that? And you being a shy little cutie just made her fall in love with you more!

It’s not like you really minded, your s/o’s mother is unbelievably nice to you? Score! Especially since your own relationship with your mother was rocky to say the least. Finally having a loving care taker figure in your life made you so happy, and that was shown in how you would smile more and how much your mental health improved. 

The s/o in question didn’t care, you were getting along with their mother? Cool. 

It’s not like they were bad, it was a good relationship. You could bond over things and you loved them but… it felt like they loved the idea of you more than you yourself. 

But you always shook that feeling off because this was the first okay relationship you have had ever, and now you have an amazing mother figure in your life!! How could you ruin something like this!

…..

Until she can see how you try not to grimace at the thought of her child, when you seem like you don’t want to leave but you have to. She can tell what your thinking because she has BEEN there and knows her child, she could let it slide for herself but not you. Oh no not poor you.

You always had hinted that bad stuff had happened to you, glossing over people taking advantage over you and close family hurting and gaslighting you to think it was your own fault for stuff but when she prods a little bit one day and you just sob and sink into her arms that’s when the damn breaks.

S/o didn’t do anything, you promise! and everything has been going fine, good even. You finally have someone to talk to! Her! It’s going amazing!!

But life piles on and on and even though this has been going well other things happen and it just adds onto the pile that’s been forming for months, its like when one good thing happens 5 bad things happen right after and your s/o isn’t much help. You feel like a burden going to them so you don’t. 

When she hears this she nearly goes crazy right then and there but she just pulls you into her warm arms that feel like a safe barrier to you and the outside world, your still sitting in your chair but she’s over you and pressing your face into her stomach and it feels like everything melts away.

Not just the day or bad months, it feels like all those years of hurt come back out because you finally feel safe and all you can do is wail as you rub your wet face into her shirt. 

It feels like eternity with her rubbing your back and whispering sweet words into your ear, encouraging you to steady your breathing by purposely slowing hers down, before you start to lessen your whole body convulsing sobs into little sniffles and whines. 

“Sweet heart you are the most strong person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, you keep going when things are constantly bringing you down. I’m proud of you.”

Those last few words send you into another sob session but you just hold her tighter and she kisses the crown of your head.

She soothes you through your endless amount of tears, whispering soft words and humming soothingly. Fetching you a glass of water to rehydrate and invited you to help her make some of her specialty chocolate chip cookies.  The rest of the day is spent in giggles and laughter in her warm and cozy kitchen, then eating one too many of her delicious gooey cookies before she puts you down for a nap.  And just like today when she comforted you, she would be there to comfort you a few days later when your s/o suddenly goes missing. Promising she will always be there for you, telling you to sleep over at her house, saying its no trouble at all and that she doesnt want to be alone at a time like this. The house just feels so empty for the mother now! How cruel! You wouldn’t want her to be all alone now would you, not when she’s oh so nice and makes the best yummiest foods. 

All while she keeps the secret that she was the one dispose of her no good wretched child…. And her child’s disappearance was almost identical to her cheating husbands…. Hmm what a coincidence.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have a sweet spot for MILF and DILF's and I secretly love this character already so if you want this lovely yandere to be a staple yandere on my Tumblr please please tell me ♡ Mwah~

♡Favourites (MIC-ZAWA)♡

(Y/N) knows this is wrong, her head resting on one of her captor's chest as he holds her up and walks around the kitchen making himself and his husband a cup of tea, but she's too warm and comfy to give a shit right now.

"Hey baby, want to hop off really quick? I need to pour the water now and I don't want my little baby getting hurt." Hizashi coos at the (H/C) female, her nose scrunches up just a tad at the childish tone but she just shrugs and un-clings from the male.

The blonde male wraps his large hands on her pudgy waist before counting down and lifting her up onto of the kitchen table-top, he turns back around to pour the hot water, but his eyes linger on her position. He's not an idiot, especially knowing how his little one has a past of trying to run away, she hadn't done it in a while, but you can never be too careful and away from the escape attempts she could get hurt.

A black silhouette lumbers into the kitchen, his aura dark and gloomy as he scans his dark eyes over the scene in-front of him. His bubbly husband, with his long blonde hair out neatly, humming a tune while making a delicious smelling cup of tea while his C̶A̶P̶T̶I̶V̶E̶ darling is sitting on the kitchen table kicking her legs.

Clearing his voice, Shota walks to his husband. "What do we have here?" His deep voice is uncharacteristically soft as he kisses Hizashi's cheek, his husband only smiles back and pushes a cup softly into his hands.

"Well-" Hizashi puts the kettle back before turning around and leaning against the counter. "-(Y/N) felt like a little cuddle so we were doing that for a bit until I wanted to make some tea for you."

The camomile tea shifts a bit as Shota looks at it, his lips twitch upwards slightly. His husband always remembers his favourites even if he himself hated them. "Hmm, well I'm free now kitten so if you want to resume the cuddle with me-"

"I'm good." Her voice comes out strong but monotoned, the (H/C) female grabs an apple from the fruit bowl before swiftly exiting the kitchen.

Putting his cup back down, Shota sighs before rubbing his eyes. "Why is she so affectionate to you and not me? I don't get it; I've done everything I can, but it just doesn't-" He cuts himself off with a groan.

Hizashi's lips turn down as he watches his husband's despair. "I'm sure she just needs a little bit more time babe. At least she's finally getting more comfortable, maybe more me than you but she's still improving." He says patting Shota's shoulder lovingly.

The raven head nods, sending a small smile to him.

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The female sighs before crunching into her ruby apple, she had heard the conversation about her before they switched and started talking about hero stuff.

It's not like she meant to favour one man over the other, actually she didn't want to like either of them, but Hizashi's just so bubbly and outgoing and kind it's impossible to not open up to him.

Shota is the complete opposite, he's mean and strict with a scowl painted on his face 24/7. His pale skin and dark demeanour making (Y/N) immediately become scared and closed off towards him.

If anything, it's his fault not hers!!

But all the same, (Y/N) sighs as she swallows, her stupid heart feeling sad for the male. She scolds herself for feeling sorry for her captor, but her soft and caring personality overrides any sour thoughts about him.

Hearing a pair of footsteps and the couch next to her shift, her (E/C) orbs look up to see Shota, his long black hair thrown into a lazy pony. "There's (Favourite Show) on, want to watch it with me?" He asks, turning the T/V on.

The female shrugs as she takes another bite, her attention fixated more on her apple than the T/V but she doesn't make a move to leave.

He just smiles before turning the volume up, small progress is still progress, he works with teenagers 24/7. Out of everyone, Shota has the most patience, and he doesn't mind waiting if it's for her, they have all the time in the world. As long as she's safe with. . .

T H E M.

♡Possessive (JJK-GOJO)♡

Another one from my Wattpad! Hope you like it Bubs! Mwah~

Gojo Satori. the famous sorcerer with tremendous power, though he mostly hides it with childishness.

(Y/N) had fallen with him and his goofy smile.

"Hey babe, want grab something to eat?" Satori's voice rings out from the other side of the phone as the female taps away at her laptop.

"Isn't it too risky? What if people think we're dating?" The truth is that they are, they're in a loving amazing relationship but because of (Y/N) sadly not being a sorcerer (even though she was raised in a sorcerer family) it's too risky for them to be out in the open being lovey dovey.

He just chuckles. "Don't worry cutie, I have it figured out. I'll come pick you up, yea?"

Sighing the (H/C) female runs a hand through her locks before humming. "Fine, but if it gets too risky, we're leaving alright?"

"Fine by me sugar."

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A snort rings out as (Y/N) shoves her hands up to her mouth trying to stifle her laughter.

"Oh come on, I'm not allowed to hear my beautiful girlfriends laugh after putting all that effort into my joke?" He says, pushing his bottom lip out and fluttering his eyes in a mock attempt of a pout.

Waving her hand in dismissal, (Y/N) takes a sip of her drink. The night had been wonderful, (Y/N) dressed in a cute, comfortable but stunning outfit in (F/C). They had gone to a delicious hole in the wall restaurant before grabbing drinks and walking around in an old park.

Spotting an ice cream pop up truck, (Y/N) tugs at Satori before pointing at the truck with the hand that's holding her can. "Babe let's get ice cream!!" The female shouts before rushing forwards and dragging him along, not giving him any time to answer.

"Woah woah, slow down cutie it's not going anywhere!" He chuckles slightly before easily keeping up with her pace, he intwines their fingers as they reach their destination.

The (E/C) female looks in awe at the beautiful and yummy selection of frozen goodies, shuffling in excitement she gives the person behind a counter a smile.

"May I have one scoop of (F/F) and one scoop of (F/F) in a cup please!!" (Y/N) says giddily, looking over to her boyfriend she motions for him to order.

Gazing over the selection he starts taking his wallet out. "One scoop of vanilla in a cone."

Nudging her boyfriend slightly, (Y/N) frowns. "Hey, you paid for dinner so I should pay for this."

Pinching her cute little cheeks, Satori just swipes his card before handing over her ice cream.

"Whoops, my card accidentally swiped itself." He shrugs.

She huffs slightly but ignores it as she starts devouring her ice cream, the first bite sending stars to sparkle in her eyes. How they could make ice cream so good is beyond her.

On the side Satori looks on with a small smile, his adorable girlfriend has her cheeks puffed up with ice cream. Seeing something in the corner of his eyes, he immediately stands in-front of (Y/N), pushing her softly out of sight.

"Gojo Satori." A deep voice rumbles out as the female's eyes widen; the night suddenly turns colder.

Peeping from behind her boyfriend's back she sees him, the pale man in a white suit jacket and pants, his button up is blue and his leopard tie is loosened slightly as his runs his hands through his blonder hair that falls on the side. Tinted glasses hide his eyes but the aura radiating from him is definitely a sorcerer and the female is suddenly on high alert.

"Ahh Nanami, weird for you to be here. I didn't take you for someone who likes ice cream. Especially since you always go to that bakery." Satori's voice is playful, his body easy.

They must be friends, the female thinks.

Nanami cocks his head to stare at the female. "Who is this?"

Swivelling around, Satori places a hand on her lower back before pushing her ever so slightly forward so she's no longer behind him. "This is my friend (Y/N), we both were feeling like something cold and sweet on this hot day, so we came out." He pats her back softly, signalling her that it was okay and not to be so tense.

Relaxing slightly the female looks at the newcomer with a slight smile. "It's nice to meet you Nanami-San" (Y/N) bows slightly but Nanami waves a hand.

"To you as well." His eyes rake over her body before he nods and looks over to Satori. "I've gotten a sudden craving for ice cream, help me choose a flavour." Without waiting for an answer, the tall male starts walking to the truck.

Understanding the unspoken truth, Satori winks at his girlfriend and motions her to stay around the area before turning and catching up with Nanami.

The two males both turn into work mode as they stand far enough away from the truck, so they don't get heard.

"Who's the girl."

"Just a friend."

"A sorcerer?"

"No."

Nanami takes a glance at the other male before nodding. "We need you help tomorrow, for the normal-"

Satori lets the male speak but he notices the little glances the blonde takes at (Y/n), HIS (Y/N). Clutching his melting ice cream cone a smidge tighter, he shoves the ice cream into Nanami's direction.

"Oi Oi, Nanami-san." Satori tilts his round glasses down a bit, showing his beautiful blue hues.

The blonde freezes, taken back, before taking the hint and grabbing the outstretched cone. Satori grins, pushing his glasses back up he waves goodbye before walking over to his love.

"Sorry about that cutie-" He circles his arm around her pudgy waist before making a show of pecking her lips, the taste of (F/F) lingering. "-I had to sort something out with him. He won't be a problem though."

(Y/N) just smiles as she leans her head on his chest, as they walk away Satori looks back at the male, his grin turning dangerous as he uses his free hand to make a zipping motion at his lips. Looking back at his darling, he leans in intently to what she's saying.

"Your mine, right (Y/N)?" He says nuzzling her cheek.

The female laughs before kissing the tip of his nose. "Of course, why else would I put up with your ass." She snorts before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

Satori smiles, something so dark and psychotic and filled with undying love. Yes, she was all his. He would kill anyone for her, and Nanami, well he couldn't care less after showing him who she belonged too, marking his claim in-front of him.

As for his lovely (Y/N), he loves and trusts her, he really does. . . But fucking her so dumb that Nanami is wiped out of her head and all that's running through is the thought of him, the thought of Satori Gojo. Just seems so delicious. . .