#( also him dominating someone that also sparks joy )

[bitchy-craft]

What Alice In Wonderland Character You Are | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what Alice In Wonderland character you are and why. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Tweedledee and Tweedledum. I know these are two characters but they go hand in hand with one another when it comes to anything. These twins symbolize parental figures to Alice and help her keep her imagination in check.

You help people when it comes to their problems, you comfort them, try to find solutions, you let them talk to you about their problems and make them feel comfortable and confident when it's needed. You are a pleasant and caring person to be around, even though you could probably put more of that energy into yourself instead of someone else.

Next to this these two characters are identical twins which stand for; duality, joy, harmony, good luck, a perfect balance. Some things may not go along with your personality as of now, other things might do, but you have the potential to become this, the aptitude to become all these things.

Pile 2:

The White Rabbit. The white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland is the spark of curiosity that let's Alice experience all the adventures she gets herself in over the time. Something you might find in yourself; curiosity, wanting to learn new things, loving to hear new information and gossip.

The white rabbit also is a very anxious character in Alice in Wonderland, something that can't go unnpticed by anyone who reads or watches it. Little things can make you stress, you always want to be in time and find it difficult to accept things you do aren't always as perfect as you wish them to be. You could be scared of what other people think of you, always wanting to please them to think highly of you, scared you aren't good enough or don't do good enough.

Many of you won't have a very positive perception of yourselves, something that I hope will be worked on because you are charismatic, kind and hardworking, just like the white rabbit.

Pile 3:

The Red King. In the movie adaptation of Disney this character is someone who is always cautious around others, a people pleaser, someone who makes sure others don't get mad or freak out, anything to make them feel better. You might be someone who gets walked over a lot by the people around you since compared to you, others have a more dominant personality than you.

In the book; Through The Looking-Glass, The red king turns out to be someone who made up the whole looking-glass world, turning him into this divine being in this story. This could mean you are a very creative person, someone who loves to imagine things and are great at solving problems in many ways.

The red king being a divine entity could also show you are a unique person, someone with a unique personality. Someone who can become great at what they do, a passionate person that can be succesful in whatever they'd love to do, love to become and learn.

[roll-of-royces]

Feel free to ignore this but I'm gender fluid and really wish there was an option to go by male pronouns in the game so could I request a scenario where the guys find out the reincarnation of mc is a male but it doesn't matter?

Absolutely! Here ya' go!

My asks are open for HC requests and drabbles for anyone interested!

HC: The LaDS Responses to You Being Reincarnated As AMAB

- Spoilers for all three boys backstories. -

This doesn't come as a shock to Zayne, after all he's been reincarnated with you. To him you are still you, and his feelings in that capacity are the same.  

He does not worry about the social ramifications, he's a well-educated man and he's not going to tolerate bigotry. He's the first to cut people off who are rude or disrespectful. And if his relationship with you affects his reputation at work, then they can find a different doctor.  

He sort of likes that you're of similar gender expression because it means he understands you extremely well in a physical sense. He knows all of the chemicals that flow through you, how to understand your emotions and need for certain things.  

The two of you were thick as thieves growing up, everyone assumed you were like brothers. You weren't. It was so much more than that. You and Zayne are two parts of one whole, in this lifetime, the one before, and the one next.  

Zayne loves the shape of your neck, the way the muscle flows downward. He often finds his hand resting there, or his mouth, or his teeth.  

He's still the more domineering of the two of you regardless of your gender, though he did let you carry him over the threshold (that one time).  

Regardless of your gender he is still more reserved in public, leaning toward more subtle tokens affection like your arms brushing together, or a whisper in your ear.  

He's waited a long time to find you again, searching, hunting. The fact that you're AMAB is surprising, but he still recognizes you. He knows that spark that lives in you, that calls to the spark that lives in him.  

Xavier hesitates a bit to admit his feelings for you, not because he is ashamed but because he worries about damaging your reputation.  

At first he tries really hard to be the best friend that he can be, if he can't be with you, he'll still be with you. As your friend, your brother, your anything. But he still wants you, the way he has and always will want you.  

When you do finally admit that you're not just friends, his affections flourish. Instead of accidentally bumping shoulders on the train, it's an arm around you. It's cheek kisses and grins, and sleeping pressed in the crook of your neck.  

Xavier does not tolerate people speaking ill of you (he doesn't much care what they say about him). He's summoned his weapon on more than one occasion when someone made an off-handed remark. That usually shuts them up (usually).  

Xavier loves your back, he likes to kiss along your shoulder blades, run his fingers down your sides, trace up your spine.   

Though Xavier is generally sleepy, casual, and happy to relax with you, he's always aware of your surroundings. Your change in gender has somehow made him even more protective of you. Not only does he have to keep you safe from Wanderers and the like, he also wants to protect you from the world at large.  

When he first spots you, Rafayel thinks he's going crazy. He thinks he's confused, been waiting too long, but then he finds out your name. He watches, you're different but the same. Once he's certain it's you, all he feels is joy.  

Rafayel doesn't care about the social effects, he's an artist. If they don't want to buy his art because he kisses you every chance he gets then they don't deserve his pieces anyway.  

You're a new kind of muse and he loves it, there's so many fresh angles to paint you from, poses that wouldn't have matched before. Colors that suit this more masculine version of his love.  

Without meaning too Rafayel finds his own personal style shifting and evolving to match yours. He begins to dress more feminine (softer colors, make-up, flowing fabrics). 

He's utterly infatuated with the size of your hands, he's always leading you to grab him by the hips or cup his face. He loves to be touched by you, leaning in to it no matter where the two of you are.  

If anyone is disrespectful toward you or your relationship he has a quick retort at the ready. His responses only get nastier the more someone pushes. He won't let anyone talk ill of his lord, no matter who they are.  

He adjusts the way he talks to you too, making sure that you feel good. Mister bodyguard, that's much too tall get it for me. This jar is too tight, open it. I wish some strong muscular beautiful man would come and sweep me off my feet, literally, I'm bored and I don't want to walk anymore.  

[blackjackkent]

Unsurprisingly, we get into a conversation with the Emperor as soon as Ansur is dead (again).

"Ansur. I never thought I'd see him again."

Hector is spitting mad about this whole situation and not bothering to hide it. "How much more of your past are you not telling me about?"

I was assuming nobody but Wyll actually witnessed the interchange between the Emperor and Ansur, that it kind of took place inside Wyll's brain with Wyll as the conduit. So I'm also running on the assumption that Wyll - fried within an inch of his life by the whole experience - gave Hector the Cliff's Notes version right after the battle ended, and Hector is now furious as a result.

He is sick of this creature lying to him and manipulating him. He is sick of surprises. He is sick of the fact that his rapidly crumbling alliance with the Emperor still had enough weight that it required fighting a beast like Ansur rather than allying with it. How dare you? he thinks angrily. How dare you allow this to happen?

And he is doubly angry, really, that all of this madness means that he cannot properly enjoy the revelation that is happening here. The Emperor is Balduran? One of the greatest historical figures in all of Faerun? Someone he has read about countless times in his studies in the monastery library?

He feels sick with this desecration - of the dragon, of his own knowledge, of his own joy in that knowledge.

"My past is past," the Emperor answers calmly. "I concealed nothing from you. I simply left out the details that were not pertinent to our cause. But it seems you are interested in them."

Hector scowls. Once, when the Emperor was still the Guardian and Hector did not know the threat it posed, that unflappable placidity appealed to him; now he just finds it infuriating. "You literally founded Baldur's Gate," he says between his teeth, as if stating the obvious to a particularly aggravating child. "Of course I'm interested."

If you cared about me as anything more than a tool, I suspect you would know that already. Further evidence that we are right to turn from you, he thinks bitterly.

"Such sentimentality..." the illithid says disdainfully. "Very well."

(A/N: Another flashback sequence!)

"It's like I always told you. I was just like you. An adventurer who yearned for greatness. And in mortal terms, I achieved it. As captain of the Wandering Eye, I acquired enough gold to found Baldur's Gate. I stayed for a while to watch my city grow, but it was not enough."

"I grew restless again. The sea called to me, and I ran to her with open arms. Life at sea was not easy. Our last adventure was ruinous. My ship was destroyed, my crew lost, but my spirit was far from broken. I was determined to return in triumph once again. I heard of treasure in Moonrise. I strove to find it."

"What I found was an illithid colony, where I acquired a tadpole much like yours and became a mind flayer, enthralled to the Elder Brain."

"It was Ansur who found me, Ansur who pulled me from the brain's domination, Ansur who brought me home. He sought to cure me of my sickness, called on every healer he could find, nearly broke his spirit in the attempt."

"But he failed to understand - I wanted no healing. I was not sick."

Hector listens to this impassively. It tells him little he did not already know, but fills in extra details in the tapestry. And again he feels that spark of rage that he cannot enjoy this moment of learning, that it comes wrapped in agony and fear. "Ansur. Stelmane," he says coldly. "Do your allies always die?"

"Stelmane's death was not my fault," the Emperor snaps. "Ansur's death was born of necessity. And make no mistake - I grieve them both." It shrugs, turns away. "Even after he had exhausted all possibility of reversing my condition, he still clung to hope. I tried to convince him of my reality - I was on the cusp of greatness beyond my wildest dreams. But all he could see was a mind flayer."

A long pause. Its voice lowers. "He came to me as I slept - a mercy killing, in his mind. I saw the tears. I felt his grief. I had no choice but to kill him first. It was an act of self-preservation."

Because you wished to remain a monster. "Is being an illithid really worth the loss of a friend?" Hector asks flatly.

The Emperor matches his tone, its lavender eyes narrowing to slits. "Put simply - yes. And being alive is even more so. Do not think that I am ignorant of what I have lost. I may not regret my actions, but I do regret that they were necessary." It shakes its head in a sharp motion heavy with finality. "While the past is beyond my influence, the present is not. It is time we move on."

It vanishes in a burst of light, swallowed back up by the Prism.

[2af-afterdark]

What are your opinions on all the Nu:Carnival characters? Eiden, the familiars, the clan members and Rin

This is not a coherent list. Mostly just my rambling thoughts on them. In introduction order!

Eiden: How could you not love our sweet little switch? He's such a joy to experience the story thorough and his pure and honest care for everyone makes it easy to see how they've all fallen for him. Kinky and caring, rolls with the punches, gets passionate on his loved one's behalf, easy to empathize with; I adore him (which is why I bothered to pull for him enough times to have his only unit be at 3*)

Aster: I love a dominate twink. I do find it hilarious that he got kinks people usually balk at in his few sex scenes (foot job and sounding). I love how he is the businessman of the team. What I learned about his past when Huey was still around made me want to cry. Support his desire to collect and spoil cute monsters. Hate that the devs refuse to give him more cards because he isn't a clan member. WHY GIVE HIM ANY CARDS IF YOU WILL NEVER RELEASE NEW ONES???? HE HAS FANS TOO!!!

Morvay: I love this big idiot (affectionate). He is always trying his best, even if he thinks with his stomach/asshole. I only want good things for him and am upset at the current story making me wait to see if he is alright! Give my succubus back! Same critique as with Aster: HE HAS FANS! WHY REFUSE TO GIVE HIM NEW CARDS??? It's such a dumb rule.

Yakumo: Someone please get this boy some confidence and self-worth. I cannot stand to watch him be so insecure when all I want to do is kiss his adorable face and tell him he is wonderful and perfect. His protective nature despite his belief he is not good enough moves me to fucking tears. Someone... This boy needs way more love.

Edmond: Cannot comment. I have no interest in him. He's just not my thing. He is very pretty though.

Olivine: Slutty priest makes brain go brrrrrr. I am just... the way his parents pushed him but he honestly tries so hard for everyone! I love him! He's not my favorite, but every time I read his cards I feel like I fall in love with him for the first time all over again and I do not know how to explain it.

Quincy: Okay, stop. Listen. I just... He's old. He's so old that he has seen people be born and die and leave him behind and he's tired physically, emotionally, and mentally. He has this barrier set up to protect himself, but to see Eiden break down that barrier and get Quincy wanting to be close to another person with a finite lifespan again? FUCK ME! Plus, you know, big and buff and hot. Size diff kink go brrrr.

Topper: Clearly the best character in the game. All power to Master Twilight Star-Show Max Lucifer Topper III!!!! I love how he gets his own outfit to match Quincy's during events.

Kuya: Much the same I said about Quincy, but in a more spicy flavor. He has the added bonus of being a yokai, creatures that have... questionable relationships with humans. He has lived so long that life has lost it's appeal to him as there is nothing worth living for; not knowledge, not power, not people. He's reached ennui and literally cannot see the point of his own life (we see a past version of him debating killing himself in one card). Eiden though? Eiden has brought that small spark of joy back into his life. He fucks with Eiden and can often take it in a direction that seems too far from a human perspective, but he never genuinely allows Eiden to come to harm. He is genuinely excited (in a subtle way) when he learns something new, and seems to be happy when his cynical view of the world is disproven (though he tries not to show it). Eiden has allowed him to open up to the world again, especially because Eiden doesn't forcibly bash his lived experience but also doesn't roll over and accept Kuya's bad traits. I love Kuya. He is my favorite. Also, he somehow got a shit ton of my kinks and I... yeah...

Garu: Cute puppy boy. He gets head scratches and wags his tail. I love how genuine he is. Garu is exactly who he says he is in every way and it is very refreshing. I just want to love and spoil him.

Karu: I admit... Karu is not my cup of tea. It may be because I'm not actually a fan of bratty tsunderes. It can be cute sometimes, but most of the time I find myself rolling my eyes and missing Garu. A shame because I usually like characters that have two conflicting personalities.

Blade: SOMEONE GET HIM A HUG!!!! He was alone for so long in that forest and he deserves better. I'm so glad he found Eiden and came out of there, away from that loneliness and waiting. Every time he defaults back into droid mode I get sad because I want him to enjoy being alive and being in love. Every time he says "Darling" my brain turns off and I wake up hours later with no memories.

Dante: It is hilarious how he innocent he really is while trying to act like the king. Eiden plays him like a fiddle. Hearing his past can make me sad though. I mean... Why does this game keep hurting our boys like this????

Rin: Why hot if evil? He has an eye mask and a tongue piercing... I am a weak person. I have things I like and he has them. I also want to slap him though because he hurt the boys I love! Also... yeah... I need the story here...

Rei: POWER BOTTOM! WE FINALLY GOT A POWER BOTTOM!!! And I love that he's not immediately all over Eiden but treats their relationship more casually. It's a refreshing dynamic. Also, he's a scientist doing questionable research in his house which is just 😳😳😳 Go on, Sir.

Father: Why is he named that? Is there secret lore or..??? Another animal companion to get cute event outfits. And apparently he's an animal that people have entire legends/wives tales about? I NEED THE LORE!!!

Huey: Fuck that guy.

[thejugheadjones]

Jughead had barely slept since this field trip started, actually maybe even a bit longer. He hadn't really slept the night before this field trip either. The first day he'd been defiant and mouthy, ending up on the receiving end of a smack more than once, as given by bruising on his cheek and along his jaw. He'd continued into the second day but that was when he'd finally started to give in, realizing that fighting wasn't going to get him anywhere. Especially as his mind constantly pointed out that if he couldn't handle this for a few days then he was really going to have a problem if or when it happened for real in the future.

He glared daggers at the guards when they ordered him to get hard and for a brief moment Jughead's defiance sparked again but a simple shove backwards into the wall and a guard getting in his face to either get hard or they'd do it for him was enough for Jug to finally reach down and start stroking his cock, encouraging himself to grow hard. He didn't have a problem with people watching him, but normally that was also on his terms and this was anything but. Fortunately, he managed to get hard and keep it as the guards commented and teased him further, clearly enjoying the fact he'd attempt to move away each time they touched him. They took great joy in reminding him that he could pretend he was a Dominant but at the end of the day he'd make the perfect little sex slave with a bit of training.

They finally left him be, but his gaze followed them as they targeted the another man, Matt, if Jughead remembered correctly. They were targeting him hardcore and Jughead's fists clenched at his side as they commented and toyed with him and for a moment Jughead wanted to draw their attention away but he didn't want to risk putting Matt into danger too. It was only when they finally moved away, most likely to mess with someone else, that he took a chance to move closer toward the other. "Matt?" He asked, hoping he was recalling the man's name correctly. "The assholes are gone, for now." He noticed the other didn't seem to register him at first and waited a moment before he spoke again. "Matt." He said again, forcing his tone to go firm just a bit as he spoke, trying to encourage the man to look at him and it was only when Matt blinked and seemed to focus on him that eh continued. "I said those assholes are gone for now."

Saturday Morning

Matt was in a daze. He hadn't slept well in over a week, and the effects of the physical labor, humiliation, and food was really getting to him. The worst of all, besides having been naked for over 48 hours now, was the morning inspections. This morning, he'd dutifully tugged at his cock, going through the motions he usually only did when he really needed to let off some steam. It was somehow easier for him this morning than the past few, and he tried not to dwell too long on why that was. God knew he'd have enough time to ponder that after lights out that evening.

He'd managed to keep himself hard long enough to get the approval of the guards, but not before they'd spat in his face and on his cock. One of them had pissed on his feet as well, and yet he'd somehow managed to maintain his erection throughout the abuse. They'd taunted him with the fact that he'd be going up for auction that afternoon, and he wouldn't be remaining an unsoiled virgin much longer. Part of him thought that that couldn't be right, but most of him just accepted their words, knowing that this was going to have to happen sooner or later. Who was he kidding, thinking that he could have a regular life, claim as a Dom? He was destined to be a slave. He could be good at that.

Matt was so lost in the fog of his head that he barely noticed someone speaking to him. He was still mostly hard, though his hands were at his sides, and he had to blink to be able to focus on whoever was next to him. "What?" he asked, and he shook his head to clear it a bit. "Sorry. I... Did you say something?"

[betterdcyz]

It’s just so obvious that The Corinthian likes being on his knees.  ( But also visa-versa,  you know? ) But he likes being forced down on his knees.  I guess it’s just part of someone dominating him that just sparks joy. 

[nothingbutfilthx]

Katsuki bakugo- headcannons

- character is aged up 18+

(i need to write shyt for mha after the latest manga chapter, ifykyk)

sfw

- im sorry guys but he wouldn't call you teddy bear (even though i myself am completely upset by this) 😭😖

- however, bakugo does call people by their quirks or features, i feel he'd call his s/o ; gorgeous, brat or simply just 'MINE'.

- not alot of pda in public. Some. But not alot.

- tight hugs! Warm hugs too 😍 *swoon*

- jealous. Probably will threaten to beat someones ass for looking at his girl.

- speaking of jealousy... %100 will kiss you and hold you in front of said perv. Let them know only he can kiss you

- behind closed doors. He's a sweetheart.

- (this is kinda self indulgent, im sorry ..im not) he hasn't slept well since being kidnapped, one night you two were watching a movie, the movie is halfway? And hes asleep head on your chest looking so peaceful.. from then on he sleeps with you next to him. (In his opinion best sleep ever)

- no secret hes a smart cookie, helps you study.

- training with you. Unfortunately if he wants to be the best ..he wont hold back. But he knows your more than capable of defending against him.

- protective. Is ready to fight someone to the death if it meant protecting you. He knowd youd do the same ( i would definitely protecc kats 😭 )

- bakusquad. Obvi. Bakugo is obvi alpha of the group , denki has defs called you mrs alpha before..baukugo didnt hate it , actually he took it upon himself to call you Mrs. Alpha.

- if y'all get into an argument.. he's cooking and bringing flowers to apologize to you.

- carrys you firman style or bridal.

- dates with kats are either adrenaline fueled places or somehow end up being a bakusquad group thing. (Ngl wouldnt bother me)

- hear me out. The movie 10 things i hate about you ...the paintball scene.. yeah that but bakugo 😍😭😍. (Self indulgent? Yes? Does it fit? Yes. Mind will bot be changed)

- u.a does a prom thing. Proms arent his thing but he jumped at the chance to ask you. Seeing you dressed up and glowing like a goddess.. his goddess sparked a joy in him.

- if hes stressed. Shoulder massages.

- cooking together 😍 teaches you how to cook his and your favourite meals.

- says i love you anytime you or him leaves the door.

- fought aizawa so you could sit next to him in class.. (aizawa being a secret softie caved and gave in)

- he trusts only kirishima with you.

NSFW

- katsuki be packing the finest dick. Thick cock.. lengthy too, one vein going to the head (how does one describe a dick..?🤣)

- brat tamer . Dominant as fuck.

- degrading. 'filthy whore, daddys lil slut, desperate bitch, needy cum slut'

- dont worry he also gives praise. 'good girl. Doing so good f'me. Look how pretty you look. Taking me well'

- hes the top. Definitely likes to be called master, sir or daddy.

- Markings! Hickeys. Bruises, hand prints

- choking either from his hand around your throat or his dick being down your throat either way it pleases him to see it

- filthiest dirty talk. 'like daddys cock deep in you huh babe? Feels so good in you. Cum all over my cock slut.'

- trying to be quiet? Good luck (🤣) he will thrust into you at a brutal pace to force a scream, squeal or whatever out of you. 'cmon babe louder let everyone hear how good you feel' (😳 ...hot..sh don't u judge me 🤣)

- multiple rounds. He will only finish when hes %100 sure you'll be fucked dumb or sore tomorrow.

- any position. As long as he can get a view and hear you. Hes good..if he had to pick bent over or mating press. He loves being deep in you .

- hair pulling. Wether hes hitting it from behind or your sucking him off hes pulling your hair

- headgame 😫 man will go down and eat u like a man starved. Wont stop till his face is dripping with your juices.

- stamina. He aint cumming anytime soon. He's making sure your not moving when y'all done

- he will cum anywhere. On your tits?yep. In your mouth? Yep. On your face? Yepp. In your cunt? Double yep.

- TEASER!!!!!!! Will tease you and edge you if youve sassed him or bratted him. 'aww wanna cum? Mm not yet babe..gotta make you sorry for that attitude today. Wanna cum? Apologize and beg for it'

- okay fr tho. He is absolutely the king of aftercare. He knows he is overly rough but a nice bath and clean sheets and clothes outta fix it + cuddles and whatever dessert he can find.

- drunk bakugo had admitted he'd like to tag team you with Kiri. Though you wait for his sober self to say this to act on it.

😍 him in the jeans thoo ...ffffff ddaaaddyyyy

[aleburton]

Alexandra effortlessly slipped into the rhythm of her morning routine, one she never imagined would lead to a professional career in dance. Initially, it was not a conscious choice but rather a suggestion from Andrew, who urged her to slip back into a pair of pointe shoes. Intrigued by the prospect of rediscovering the fragments of herself lost to time, she embraced the challenge. This decision was not tied to Zach; long before meeting him, she grappled with her purpose. In a search for true fulfillment and happiness, she found herself dissatisfied with her social standing, refusing to be defined by her father’s name or the size of her trust fund. Monotony became an oppressive weight in her life, and she grew tired of the façade she presented to the world. Prim. Proper. Perfect. What was more perfect than a ballerina? Yet, ironically, it became the first casualty on her quest to self-discovery – a decision she would later regret. The regret, however, was not for the journey itself, for it ultimately guided her right into Zach’s arms. Although it took time for her to willingly open herself to him, the experience was intrinsic to her evolution as individual, as a woman. In the beginning, he was everything she desired. A deviation from the conventional, a stark contrast to what society expected her to embrace. In the societal script that girls like her were seemingly born to follow, the expected denouement was marriage to men of Andrew Dupree’s caliber.

She was groomed for such a fate, attending the finest private schools Los Angeles could boast, where grades were a secondary concern. College was an optional pursuit, with her father’s substantial donation serving as a guaranteed ticket to the institution of her choosing, regardless of GPA. Encouraged to the epitome of well-roundedness, she was to engage in a myriad of extracurricular activities from equestrian and tennis to cheerleading, debate club, and the Honor’s Society. Each was chosen to enhance her allure, providing a conversational arsenal for those inevitable first dates with impeccably dressed but perhaps mundane men. The goal was clear – spark their interest amid the clinking of dirty martinis and potentially land a husband. Zach could not have cared less about any of it. Her father harbored a strong disdain for him which only made her desire him more. Witnessing the disapproval etched on Matthew Burton’s face brought her unparalleled joy, visibly irritated at the mere mention of his name. Zach’s infatuation with her knew no bounds; there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, even putting his entire career on the line once before. However, his ardent devotion did not blind him to the necessity of putting her in her place when circumstances demanded. For someone accustomed to a lifetime of control, she had finally met her match in him.

While she was more than willing to let him take the reins in every aspect, she also possessed the discernment to know when to reclaim control. Their dynamic was a game, a perpetual push and pull, each attempting to assert dominance over the other. The fluid exchange of power happened seamlessly, weaving through their interactions. But somewhere along the way, their course took a turn. The love that bound them never wavered, but an escalating tension infiltrated their relationship. Arguments were longer, more frequent, and more intense. Alex found herself confronted with a side of her own character she had never before encountered, nor desired to acknowledge. Undoubtedly, Zach felt the same. Their times apart left both of them desperate to avoid the pain of being distant, pushing them toward unhealthy coping mechanisms that did little to alleviate it. The conundrum they faced was an impossible one: what do you when you can’t be together, yet you can’t be apart? Their struggle persisted through months of on-and-off contact, punctuated by a near-fatal car accident that finally compelled them to sever ties. It was far from clean; there was no neat conclusion. Even in their final moments together, the misunderstandings lingered. Two years later, Alex had done her best to bury the past, preparing to wholeheartedly embrace a new life with Andrew. But of course, Zach’s unexpected return disrupted her plans.

When around him, Alex struggled with an unsettling fear. It was though invisible threads still tethered her heart to his, gently coaxing her in his direction. While she had anticipated her jealously, there was an unexpected resurgence of the magnetic pull she thought she had long overcome. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment. The effects of the champagne coursing through their veins, leaving her a bit lightheaded and confused – a familiar trait of her lightweight nature. She dismissed the swirling thoughts from her mind, and with a purposeful stride, made her way to the studio speakers. Setting the music to a low volume, she sought to fill the looming silence. In doing so, she inadvertently created a shield against the anticipation of his possible entrance. With a little more time at her disposal, Alex settled onto the smooth wooden floor. The palpitations of her heart seemed to echo in the quiet space, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered within the confines of her stomach. Sensing the need to center herself, she unfolded her legs, stretching each one, accompanied by measured, deep breaths. Mindful of her encroaching anxiety, she endeavored to stay a step ahead, preventing any potential regression. The slow expansion and contraction of her chest mirrored the deliberate pace of her breaths. As she closed her eyes, the soft radiance of the studio light enveloped her, creating a cocoon of tranquility where she could collect and organize her thoughts. Even if just for a moment.  

Leaning forward with her back turned to the door, Alex rolled her fingertips against the soft fabric surrounding her legs, reaching for the very tips of her toes in a final stretch. It was then that the melodic sound of his voice reached her ears, reminiscent of him just waking beside her, rolling over to offer a warm morning greeting. Glancing over her shoulder, she discovered him standing there, attempting to conceal himself beneath layers yet he was still easily discernible. At least to her. It made her laugh. Rising gracefully to her feet, she smoothed her palms along the sides of her hips as she ambled toward him. “Morning,” she echoed, accepting the offered cup, warmth radiating through her fingers. Her brows furrowed in a mixture of surprise and appreciation as she inspected the label, realizing her still he remembered her order. Of course he did. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, looking up at him with eyes softening. “But it’s really sweet of you to remember.” Zach, clearly not one for small talk, dove directly into expressing his emotions. A faint smile played upon her lips, “Surely, you didn’t fantasize about our reunion happening under these circumstances,” she quipped, another soft ripple of laughter scaping her. Her gaze drifted slowly over his features, savoring the opportunity to appreciate them once more. Now, in the solace of being alone and uninterrupted, she could take her time. In the gentle light, her eyes caught a glimpse of the faint scar just above his lip and she wondered how he had acquired it. “It’s good to see you too. And in one piece.”

Alex nodded her head, as if reflecting on and affirming the sentiment before verbalizing it, “You seem…peaceful, happy. That makes me really happy for you. Though this whole situation might challenge that a bit.” A contemplative pause hung in the air before she continued, “I just felt like we needed to... I don’t know. Process what just happened. I know we might have planned on not seeing each other again, but it seems like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, and I don’t want to make it weird. I mean, it’s weird,” she rambled on, a nervous energy tingeing her words. “It's never not going to be weird, but the least amount of weird that we can make it. Last night was…” Her words spilled out in a heartfelt and sincere attempt to navigate the uncharted waters between them.

xviii. dancing with our hands tied ; @aleburton

They rolled up to the hotel, the evening heavy and alive around them; a restless writhing atop a smothering blanket. Kylie decided not to duck inside, happy with her outfit and station, unwilling to allow her energy to ebb with the temptation of a bed before her night out. Zach tried to leave the car, distracted and mind abuzz with the following morning, but she snatched him back by the bicep. “Hey,” she scolded, tugging. He passed a glance to her, face like a diamond and eyes like water, looking at him like he was the whole world and she couldn’t fathom it. “Say bye.” Her hand came to his face, urging him closer. When they kissed, she tasted different; that sweet cherry pie gone a little sour as it went down. “Have fun, baby,” he muttered. “I’ll be a good girl, and all the rest!” she assured jokingly. Then he left. The car peeled away from the curb side, leaving him stranded in a strange limbo. Alone, the reality of his circumstance settled gently but heavily on his shoulders, like a soft leaden cloak.

Zach unearthed his phone from his pocket, blinking openly at the text on its screen. It was surreal to think of the sender. Though she had been unavoidably real tonight, the existence of Alex still remained out of reach in his mind, as though she existed beyond an impenetrable silvery film. The urgency with which the text had been sent, too, haunted him. His face turned to the sky, the air damp with premature dew. “Mr Winthrop?” He pivoted, a little jumpy. One of the hotel doormen bowed his head. “Do you need any help getting to your room?” Zach eyed him. “Amanda call the front desk?” The doorman’s mouth spread into a thin, sorry line, and he bowed his head again, gesturing to the door. “Just let me know if you need anything.” Zach, exasperated, allowed himself to be led inside. He waved them off promptly, refusing to be escorted further as he headed to the elevator.

Sleep expertly evaded him. Though he turned down the lights, he continued to pace erratically in the silent dark, plagued by their uncertainty. They had not discussed precisely what the following day would entail, if at all. What was it she wanted to say to him? Was it as simple as clearing the air? Or was it something worse, something irreparable? The question of their sustained chemistry was inescapable; it curled like a parasite at his core, twisting and thrashing, feeding off of his anxiety. He couldn’t ignore it. But could he suppress it if they were bound to live adjacent lives? Two parallel lines, never converging, but always close enough to know that a single diverted path could cancel the other’s out entirely. The mini bar had been emptied ahead of their arrival upon request, and he was glad of it; with nobody there to hold him accountable, the itch was insufferable.

Zach was still awake even when Kylie returned back to the hotel somewhere around 3 AM. He had been so accustomed to honesty with her that these past ten hours had been dizzying; it dawned on him as he chose to feign sleep that he had lied to her more times in New York than ever before in California. Funny. “Baby,” she mumbled into the blue dark, crawling dress, heels and all onto the bed beside him, the mattress shifting with her weight. Zach, for reasons he could not parse even from himself, remained steadfast in his inauthenticity. His face was a picture of peace; eyes closed and lips softly parted, exposed chest rising and falling with slow breaths. She landed a kiss on the hilt of his cheekbone, the sweet wafting scent of vodka and strawberries emanating from her mouth that swilled all through him like he’d thrown back a shot hisself. He buzzed all over, electrified with bright consciousness, until she quietly departed to prepare for bed in the bathroom.

Somewhere in the stir of nightfall, sleep had taken him restlessly and held him bound for a few hours before he rose with the dawn. He checked the clock at his bedside; it was just after 7. On his other side, Kylie went on sleeping, the booze strapping her down to the mattress as though by force. Her blonde hair fanned out in a halo on the pillow like a Norse goddess, her face scrubbed of make-up giving her round cheeks and delicate features the unsullied look of a girl far younger than she really was, heart-shaped lips parted in blissful ignorance. He turned away, reckoning with guilt. Though he would have to continue to lie to her, this somehow felt easier than coming clean. He worried they would not survive the blatant act of betrayal, and Kylie would never be able to go on in the informed circumstance of his former relationship with Alex. She would be jealous, insecure, hurt. Then he would have neither of them. Wasn’t it better this way?

Showering and dressing in silence, he watched the sun pull up a blind from Central Park, fastening a glossy casing over even the duskiest parts of the city. Without turning back, he slipped from the hotel room and out into the loving façade. For some reason he felt obligated not to show up empty-handed, as though he had been invited to a second formal dinner and didn’t want to be caught out twice. So, after catching an Uber close to the address Alex’d given him, he armed himself with a coffee a piece from the vendor a block over. He hoped her sticky-sweet order was still the same. Then, hat and hood pulled up and sunglasses pulled down to avoid any stray fan detections, he made his way to the location with a few minutes to spare.

A dance studio silently awaited him, and upon gazing up at the iron lettering standing proud atop the double doorframe, he experienced a bite of nerves sharper than any he’d ever felt before. He almost flinched at the unfamiliar sensation. His cheeks were whipped red with the cold weather, but inside he burned like a wildfire. Zach knew nerves: he had swallowed jitters before performing to 50,000 people, before millions worldwide, but this was different. This was a disease all its own. Detecting no obvious signs of life from the inside, Zach tried his luck with a simple push upon the large doors. They popped open. He breathed, singular and deep, then stepped inside. As he navigated the lobby to the winding corridors hidden beyond it, he followed a faint path of light, like Alex illuminated places as she went.

And so she did. He found her alone in an abandoned studio hall, only one of the seventeen lights activated, framing her like a heavenly beam. He stopped dead in the hallway, the coffees hanging useless in his clasped hands like television props. She looked tiny, beautiful like a curse. Her melted dark hair was once again pulled away from her face and neck, leaving only suggestive waves hanging around her forehead, cheekbones and jaw, and she was clad in pieces that seemed as delicate and as light as the moments they hovered between. Zach entered, clearing his throat and holding out the paper cup. “Morning, Miss Burton,” he rasped in the parody of one of her students, his voice suffering from being unutilized for so many hours. Even as he spoke having approached it all with a lightness, their reality began to settle on him. A little lower now, he approached further still, sentiment gripping him by the throat. “I had to convince myself I would never see you again,” he admitted in a low voice, his honesty surprising even him. “So I would stop fantasizing about how it would go. But, this…” He trailed off, their eyes meeting stopping the whole world in an instant. “It’s so fucking good to see you, Alex,” he breathed.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic 

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs.        They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

       Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter.        He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two.        The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’.        Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call.        “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!”        Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.”        “You… are something else.”        She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?”        Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.”        “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?”        What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one.        “Only if it’s my treat.”        “But I was the one who asked you out.”        “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.”        Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?”        Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!”        Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach.        “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.”        Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that.        “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.”        That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.”        “I mean it kind of is.”        “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?”        “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?”        Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling.        “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink.        “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.”        The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes).        Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived.        “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.”        She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message.        Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?”        “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…”        She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?”        “You could say that, yeah.”        “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.”        Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.”        For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist.        “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.”        “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.”        At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”        “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face.        “Swear it.”        “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.”        “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.”        “See ya’ in a bit.”        Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

***

       The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her.        “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it.        “Thank you. For being here.”        Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.”        When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs.        As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting.        “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs.        “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.”        Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it.        “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I’ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.”        By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.”        She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it.        “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.”        As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face.        “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.”        “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had.        Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest.        When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.”        “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!  When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.”        “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience.        “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!”        The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!”        “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe.        “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was.        “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him.        When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so.        “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.”        “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.”        Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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A/N: I love ‘All American Rejects’ and have been listening to ‘Gives You Hell’ non stop. It’s the best break-up song ever, and you won’t convince me otherwise. 

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P.S.S. please don’t repost my work on other platforms without my explicit written permission. reblogs are fine :)

[julandran]

They said, “No.”

It started as a bit of a joke. “We are The Mighty Nein.” Big no. Hard pass. The unwanted underdogs. The players and characters poked fun at Liam/Caleb’s accent, so he gently poked back. And yet…

It stuck. It became an ethos. Standing up for the little guy. Leaving a place just a little bit better than you found it. Doing what’s right, even if you have to work with someone of questionable morals, break a few unjust laws, or risk an international incident along the way. And most of all, standing up for each other.

In their finest moments, the Nein have protected each of their members from threats big and small, and even from themselves. They shielded Nott/Veth from anti-goblin bigotry and from her own alcohol-fueled recklessness. Since her transformation back to her original halfling form, they have done everything in their power to ensure that she can return to her family when the adventuring is done. They have backed up Beau as she sorted out her complex relationships with both the Cobalt Soul and her family, helped her explore possible paths outside those spheres, and reminded her of her value to the group when she needed it. They have guided Caleb out of the shadows and ashes of guilt he was wallowing in, and stood by his side as he confronted the monsters from his childhood. They have shown Jester that there is value in her joy and mischief, but it’s also okay to express her sadness and anger. They have let Fjord find his way to who he wants to be, offering advice or magical implements in times of need, but mostly just accompanying him on the journey with acceptance. They have coaxed Yasha out of her shell, helping her to remember and process the tragedies of her past, while showing her that she is not disposable by freeing her from physical and mental captivity, and refusing to blame her for actions she didn’t choose. They have brought Caduceus out into the world to see more of the Wildmother’s domain, and allowed him to consider that obligations are not always what we have been led to believe they are.

And Molly… oh, and Molly.

They never gave up on Molly. After he died, they honored his legacy while holding onto a spark of hope that he would rise again as he had once before. After the Tomb Takers brought Lucien back in all his selfish, egotistical glory, The Mighty Nein persisted in their belief that Mollymauk was still a part of him that could be brought forth and saved. They believed it so hard – and continued to ask for it in the midst of the Astral Sea, where dreams can be made manifest, and the gods are less restrained by the Divine Gate – that they made it true. They clung so tightly to their friend that they loved him back into existence like the Velveteen Rabbit. They entered the final fight in Cognouza with eight party members and came out with nine.

The Nonagon and the Somnovem wanted power. Wanted control over all of existence for a host of disparate reasons. And the Mighty Nein said, “No.”

Uk’otoa wanted freedom, to carry out its purpose of destruction and domination. The Mighty Nein said, “No.” Avantika wanted a fraction of that power granted by proximity and loyalty to the leviathan. And the Mighty Nein said, “No.”

Trent Ikithon wanted power – arcane, political, and personal. He wanted Bren back under his thumb. He wanted Essek under his control as a means of influencing the Kryn Dynasty, as well. The Mighty Nein severed the tendrils of his web one by one, saying over and over, “No.”

Whether they faced a single nergaliid, a small pack of regular gnolls, a complex community of pirates, a powerful hag, the governments of warring nations, or a hive-mind of ancient archmages inhabiting a living city, The Mighty Nein have rarely hesitated to stand up for what they knew to be right. And when faced with circumstances they knew to be wrong…

they…

said…

“No.”

Big no. Hard pass. A mighty “Nein!”

[monaisdark]

Ok ok, just hear me out, I haven’t read any one shot or story with knife play and like, I’m kinda into that shit, no judgment plz, um but for my request I would love a dominant reader who’s a villain, paired with literally anyone, I literally just want femdom with a knife plz 🖤 I really like your content 🖤

FEMDOMS WITH KNIFES FEMDOMS WITH KNIFES THANK YOU !! decided to do some bakugou because yknow what - that man needs to be put in his place by a sexy villain lady goddammit !! also, dw about judgement here ‘cus there is a 90% chance im into it :’) ofc thank u for the ask bc yall’s brains >>> 

➨ paring — Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Villain! Reader

➨ warnings —  dubcon, Sub! Bakugou, Dom! Reader, knife play, blood play, begging, handcuffing

Bakugou didn’t know what even led up to this. It was late at night and he was on patrol, he does this all the time! Yet, you got him. He didn’t even have time to react before his gauntlets were knocked out of his hands, cuffs were put on him, and connected the chain attached to the cuffs to a fence in the alleyway.

“You fucking bitch!” He yelled, immediately trying to activate his quirk but it only amounted to a few sparks. “Huh?! —“

“Quirk cancelling cuffs. Crazy the things the black-market sells.” You lifted the hood of your coat, getting a little too close for Bakugou’s comfort. “Dynamight, huh? I was expecting more of a fight for a Pro Hero.” You were taunting him, the sounds of sparks echoing throughout the empty alleyway.

“Y’know, that’s the definition of insanity — doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.” A laugh left your lips, as Bakugou scowled, “You’re the crazy bitch here! What the hell do you want!?” Your tone darkened, grabbing his face. “Stop yelling, I might have to put a gag in your mouth.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but shudder, your touch was cold. And your eyes staring into his didn’t help him stay calm. Bakugou hasn’t felt this vulnerable in a long time. You captured him so easily, how has he never heard of you?

“The smart ones lurk in the shadows. Bet you didn’t even hear me!” You were back to laughing his face, you were able to read him so easily. He growled curses under his breath, thrashing around. “Ah, don’t be like that. I haven’t even done anything to you... yet.” 

“You low-life! Take these cuffs off and fucking fight me!” That was it, you pulled out a scary-looking knife, “A lot of people want you dead, I’m sure you know. If I were someone boring, you’d be lying in your own blood right now.” Bakugou could feel the tip of the knife though the fabric of his hero costume on his chest, his breath hitched. There was nothing he could do. 

“Mhm... even with quirks, I don’t think anything beats a good ol’ knife.” Bakugou could see the blood that stained the knife, you’ve used it before. “I’d rather have some fun with you, y’know? Not everyday you get to capture such a great hero.”  

“What the hell are you talkin — !“ A lick. You licked his collarbone, “Aha! You are so cute.” Bakugou froze up, he wasn’t expecting this. He tried to hold back a gasp when you started palming him. You were crazier than he thought.

“Shit, stop... stop this!” He wanted to move, just enough to kick you in the chest to get you away from him, but the knife was pressed so closely to him. Any more movement and he would have it piercing his chest. And even then, he’s still cuffed and chained, how will he fight you? “Ah, stop? But you’re getting hard, what monster would I be to give you blue balls?” You giggled in his ear.

It wasn’t long before you were crouching before him, the knife moving from his chest to his lower  abdomen, “Get the fuck away from me! I’ll fucking kill you!” Bakugou tried to cling onto his power. He didn’t expect you to listen, but like hell he’d let you get away with this so easily.

A smile spread on your face as you took his semi-hard dick out of his pants. “Such words for someone who’s turned on.” Bakugou’s breath hitched, damn his body for responding to you. “Don’t...don’t do anything — shit!” You were stroking him, bringing your mouth close to his head to give him kitten licks. He cursed as he felt himself grow fully hard now under your touch, much to his dislike.

“I have to say, you’re impressive. Now — “ You pressed the knife down on the exposed skin of his lower abdomen, Bakugou could feel a small blood trickle down from there. “Don’t try to fight back right now. I’d rather not plunge my knife into you right now.” You pushed him onto the cold concrete ground, moving his trapped hands above his head. 

Everything was rushing over Bakugou, he wasn’t one to not fight back. But the knife paired with your quick movements and those damn cuffs, he’s weak. Weaker then he ever imagined himself being around a villain like you. You crawled on top of him, not wasting time on removing your panties and hoisting your skirt up. You sat on his lap, his cock against the fabric of your skirt.

He could still feel the blood from his abdomen trickle down, a wince coming from him as he felt another small slice go with his previous one. “Sorry! Couldn’t help myself.” Your voice was oddly smooth, it was like it was tickling Bakugou’s every being. Maybe it was the blood rushing through his body but he couldn’t deny you were attractive. Bakugou tended to focus on his hero work, he had no time for women even as a Pro Hero. 

Bakugou was becoming puddy in your hands, your gloved hand stroking him as the knife trailed his torso, a small a trail of blood being left behind. He tried to hold his panting, but he couldn’t help it. It made it worse seeing you lift yourself from his lap, not wasting time on plunging yourself on him.

“Ah, aha... A snug fit, right?” Bakugou was fully a mess now, you felt amazing. “No... shit — get... get off! You...you bitch!” He didn’t want you to stop. His pride was getting over him, what if someone saw him? He was a Pro Hero - a damn good one as well - and he let a villain with cuffs and a knife get the best of him? He should hate this, yet his pants and moans were showing otherwise. He was even bucking his hips slightly!

“You’re so mean!” Bakugou winced as he felt stinging again, this time on his upper thigh. You cut him again. “Say sorry.” You demanded, your knife teasing another slice to his thigh. Bakugou stayed quiet, clenching his jaw as he felt you going up and down on him. “Say sorry!” This time you were louder, another stinging pain hit Bakugou, a second cut to match the previous one on his thigh.

Bakugou couldn’t even open his eyes or mouth, how pitiful did he look right now? Say sorry? You’re the one doing this to him! You were making him such a mess, he’s the one that’s supposed to be stronger! 

“How childish. You can’t even say two words yet you’re panting like a dog right now! Let’s see...” Bakugou felt you stop moving and the knife move to his neck, he wanted to curse. You can’t tease him like this. “I wanted this to be fun but you can’t just let your stupid superiority complex go, huh?” Friction, he needed friction desperately. The knife was cold like you, but your cunt was so warm. Please just forget about it and move, wasn’t tying him up enough?

“Fuck... move, just move.” He didn’t want to have to beg, that’ll confirm you have the upperhand. “Mhmn, not until you say sorry —” You stopped for a second, a devious smile forming, “...Actually, if you want me off you so bad...” You lifted yourself off of him slowly, teasing him as he could no longer feel your soft insides around him. 

God, he hated this. He was so hard it hurts, a string of pre-cum was forming at his tip. He was sweaty and red despite the weather being cool. You still sat on him, even without him inside you, he could feel your soaked, warm core that contrasted your body. Your eyes staring down on him like he was a deer and you were a hunter. You wanted him to beg. 

Bakugou struggled to form a sentence, he was out of breath and half lidded. Words that he never would have expected himself to utter came out, “Inside... back inside. I’m sorry! P-Please, please, put it back in!” A tight, warm feeling engulfed around Bakugou’s cock again, he missed it. A smile spreaded on your face, not one of deviance but one of joy, “Ahah, you see? How hard was that?” You removed the knife from his neck and opted to trailing it along his lower stomach. 

You beat him, Bakugou was enjoying this. He didn’t care that you were a villain anymore, or how you had the upper hand in all this. Hell, you could use that knife all you wanted on him! Just bounce on his cock, that’s all he wants.

He could feel you pulling him in every time you thrusted yourself on him and Bakugou was brought to the edge each time. He was beginning to twitch and you seemed to notice too, slowing down to drag out the feeling you gave him. “Do you want to cum inside?” He nodded profusely, “Use your words.” He has to beg to cum? He truly has to give up all his control.

“Please! Ah! Cum inside... let me cum inside!” Bakugou was loud, it was a surprise nobody ventured into the alley with all the sounds of skin slapping and moans. Perks of shitty, small neighborhoods. Nobody gave a fuck. Not that he wanted anyone to see this anyways, this was certainly a way to be ‘defeated’ by a villain.

“Go ahead — you’ve been so good.” You left the knife on his stomach but with the way Bakugou was breathing, the tip of the metal could poke him still. You let him buck his hips into yours, leaning down to grab his head with your free hands to give him a kiss on the forehead. He wasted no time in filling you up, the way you continued to bounce on him despite him cumming already brought him over the edge to another orgasm. 

After what felt like hours of warmth and tightness, Bakugou was a mess. Everything was clouded in his head, he just came in a villain. And he liked it.

He could the weight of your body get off of him, grabbing the knife from his stomach and tucking it in your coat pocket. Bakugou cursed himself for missing your touch, the cold from the air was different from the cold of your body and knife. “Be good and don’t do anything, hm?” You dangled the keys to the cuffs and chain above him. He nodded — not like he would anyways, he was smitten. 

As you uncuffed him, Bakugou didn’t even try to attack you, which was great for you. He didn’t say anything, looking at the ground though his breath was heavy. He felt a piece of fabric fall on his lap, your panties. “Parting gift.” You laughed but Bakugou felt his stomach begin to turn. As you walked away without another word, he could feel panic build up slightly — he still knew nothing about you. 

He wasn’t mad like he should be. He wanted to see you, feel you. All he could do for now was hold the fabric close... the thought of you still fresh in his mind.

[childrenfromthecrypt]

Being better off in a STEM field, likely something medical, was something that Vyr assumed when he got placed into the real world, so to speak. He had a precision with a knife and an understanding of anatomy that had him excelling in his classes thus far, but pretty much anyone around him could see that it wasn’t bringing him joy so much as it was triggering some memories he hadn’t really shared with anyone. Most people just assumed he had some medical trauma that hit a bit harder than he was expecting, but it was enough that his consideration of changing his major to the humanities wasn’t something his classmates had been making remarks about. Honestly, Vyrodok was a quiet kid for the most part; he’d had a penchant for trouble as a young teen, since getting into the foster care system, and while he may not have cooled down much, he hid it well. Most professors had been warned he had a lengthy track record following him, explaining a past of running away from group homes, getting arrested, as well as some disciplinary actions from his high schools that were due to violence. Perhaps that was part of the reason why he was drawn to Domenic, who didn’t seem to treat him like a liability, but as someone worthy of talking to. The fact that this validation as coming from a beautiful man? Well, maybe that made the boy a bit weak at the knees. They had been sexually involved with older men in their past, men who had power over them, but nothing quite like what he imagined with Domenic. Nothing like this book was showing of a relationship. “Praise is a big thing for gentle dominants too, at least from what I’ve read, so I think that reinforces a sort of BSDM look at it... but it is also just a general wish fulfillment for how a young person who’s been hurt in the past would want a relationship with an older man to be,” he added, knowing for a fact his pale face was turning red, his eyes casting down for a moment as he fidgeted with his fingers. He didn’t want to come across as weird to one of the few people who genuinely seemed to like him, but being genuinely praised and told he was doing well was sending sparks down his spine. Feigning that the flush to his face was from overheating, He shed his denim jacket, showing he was only wearing a black tank top underneath that showed the muscles of his arms, as well as a few stray scars. “Thank you. I was thinking about writing my paper on this book, so I’m glad I have some good insights on it to offer...”

[ SUGGESTIVE ]  our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons,  kinks,  and what they’re attracted to.  (childrenfromthecrypt) ((vyr to Domenic because there's something inherently funny about inadvertently getting on the topic of kinks with your professor))

@childrenfromthecrypt (you’re absolutely right, and I know I say this often but your mind is so big for this)

“No, I think you’re right actually, Tyr. I think the power dynamic displayed in that short story could be read as a sort of BDSM relationship, but I raise the question of why must it be BDSM,” he asked, rolling up his sleeves to expose his strangely well-defined arms for a professor, the rolling up of his sleeves used as an indication that he was in fact about to get into things. “I think a lot of what could be drawn on is the taboo itself, an older man with a younger man especially in the situation brought up in the book has a lot of delectable taboos there. I think the main character, because of how he was raised, has a daddy kink and the object of his lust, his teacher, feels the same,” he explained, sitting on his desk, his legs open a bit. “Kink has a lot of intersections in the book, but what I think is most fascinating is the fact that they’re depicted so amorphously that anyone could say anything about it and that could be read as fact. I could be projecting, but I think a lot of what motivates the feelings there between both parties are the social taboo, they know they shouldn’t be doing it because of their age gap, their power imbalance, the fact that the professor may lose his job, and the like and yet they’re so blinded by their own lust that they don’t care. We wouldn’t have a situation like that at this school, despite it being frowned upon, a teacher cannot be terminated for having consensual relations with a student who is of age, and I’d be lying to you if I said I hadn’t done it before. There’s something so deliciously taboo in that, isn’t there? In knowing that you shouldn’t but still wanting to do desperately,” he asked. As far as professors went, he was one of the most open about his at the university, but all the same he didn’t often talk to students about his sex life. “I think in some regards, all professors want to sleep with at least one of their students and all students have a crush on at least one professor.”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Jealousy Isn't Good

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Tom Holland (characters) x fem!Reader (Arvin Russell and Peter Parker)

Words: 1953

Summary (requested by @peeves6261427): “jealous tom/arvin/peter where the reader knows they’re jealous and tries to tease them but then tom/arvin/peter just go FULL dom” 

Warnings: jealousy, smut, fluff, dom!Tom Holland (+ characters mentioned)

A/N - I fucking love a good angsty + smutty imagine... hope you like just as much as I did writing it AHAHA :) x 

TOM HOLLAND: 

Now, when it came to Tom’s jealous side, he was terribly awful at hiding it.

To your complete surprise, it was actually a recurring thing... It wasn't that Tom had trust issues, he just would notice how others would try to “flirt with you”, according to him.  

However, you struggled to see this and saw no harm in these interactions, as most of the time you believed people were just being friendly. 

When he did become jealous he acted like a complete, stubborn child.

He would give you short, sharp answers, always be temperamental. 

Often in the moment you’d catch him making quick glances at you as you’d be talking to whomever. 

He’d take a deep breath in, his fists would clench to the point his knuckles turned white. 

“Tom, love, you’re doing it again...” 

Tom knew how to calm himself, however his mood would be foul for the day. 

He had a reputation to hold and did not want to jeopardise that, even if it took him all his strength to not even speak against it. 

He really hated the way some would stare at you, eyeing you up and down, especially at premieres where you were all dolled up. 

Tom would become super protective, especially amongst places where there were crowds upon crowds of people: you found that his arm would always be tightly wrapped around your waist. 

Occasionally, a verbal fight would even break out between the two of you because of this... Until Tom would realise your perspective. 

“And what about you Tom?! What about the millions of girls across the world that worship you? Do you see me complaining and whining?” 

You were happiest with Tom, and you’d mentioned it repeatedly to him... He knew you were with him for the long run, he just despised the fact that people didn’t realise this. 

He’d be the type that needed reassurance that you only had eyes for him, and to make up for his childish behaviour... Sex was the only answer.  

This also was the best way he could showcase his dominance over you: he was always in complete control when it came to sex, especially after an episode of jealousy. 

Tom would definitely be the type to leave love marks all over you, hickeys were his thing. He’d try not to leave them in obvious places where your skin would be exposed, again for his reputation especially with kids, however on the rare occasion that he’d lose himself... There wasn't nothing that a decent palette of makeup couldn’t cover up!

God sometimes he’d even surprise you with a quick, soft bite on your skin... He was playful like that. 

Definitely loves to spank you, again seeing his red hand-print form on your ass cheek just sparks joy in him like nothing else. 

And Tom, definitely loves being called Daddy. 

Nonetheless, it was a flaw in Tom’s character... He was the jealous type and it was something you were okay to live with. 

ARVIN RUSSELL: 

Now this man... Would literally go off. Not immediately, it would just constantly be building up inside until he could no longer keep the fury bottled up. 

Having to pick up Lenora from school, you also took to this privilege, which always meant Arvin would be waiting right outside for the two of you. He was protective like that. 

He was also, however, an impatient man: thus, on the occasional days that a few of your colleagues took up your time after school for a quick chat, often about an assignment or homework... He’d grown quite enraged. 

Especially due to the fact that he'd rarely see you during the weekdays from being busy with school. He didn’t want to attend and rather just work, although it took a toll very so often that he’d miss you. 

Being such a small town, didn't help the cause, whether it was walking down the street arm in arm, or catching up at the local diner, someone would stop and chat, minimising your time together even more. 

However, the jealousy would strike most with other male counterparts. 

Arvin, according to his own words “knew what these boys in this town were thinking...” 

For his age, and greatly due to his unfortunate circumstances growing up, Arvin mentally and emotionally matured rapidly for his age. 

Physically, he was also quite strong and didn’t hesitate when faced with a threat. 

Especially after the incident with Lenora and the boys at school... Arvin had a reputation that was built on sheer intimidation. No one dared to mess with anything that even remotely “belonged” to him. 

And he’d made it very clear that you were his. 

However on the downside, when a boy was “downright stupid” (again according to Arvin), and took a chance on you, or even tried to take advantage of you... Arvin would violently lash out. 

It was hard to intervene, especially when matters got physical. 

Arvin was obviously the dominant one: he’d precisely plan his attacks, when exactly to strike. 

Word would spread, and yet everyone would keep quiet... Some would even argue that Arvin did the right thing for standing by you.

“I-I just don't want people thinking the wrong things about you, baby.”   

However you did mention how upset you’d become, witnessing Arvin taking matters into his own hands: and worst of all, you’d hate seeing him hurt with minor wounds to show. 

During these times after the altercations, would be the most intimate. Arvin would apologise and promise to try never to lash out again, although you knew that was a lie. 

It was these moments he showed his most vulnerable side: he’d confess to how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to keep you safe and overall, how much he’d love you. 

“You are the absolute world to be Y/N, baby... You need to know I’d do anything for you.” 

Bless him, you thought. You knew violence was never an answer, although considering Arvin’s upbringing, it was mostly all he’d known, all that he was exposed to. 

“God, Arvin... I can take care of myself, you know that. A-And if I do ever get in trouble, you know you’ll be the first one I come to.” 

However what he dreaded the most was being apart from you. The fear that when you weren't together that’s when something terrible would befall you, killed him deep down and regardless of what you said, or no matter how confident you were of protecting yourself... He knew he’d always be there until he planned for the two of you to leave this “godforsaken town.” 

And of course, the sex helped him a lot. 

Arvin was the dominant one in the relationship throughout everything. He felt he needed to be in control, and obviously still took into consideration your thoughts and feelings.

However when it came to matters of life and death or even remotely close to your safety, he took serious. He prioritised your safety over his own, and that said a lot. 

When I tell you this man would have a breeding kink, I meant it: having children did frighten him a little, although the thought of having them with you, made him feel motivated to have a family of his own. 

He loves when you dry hump the fuck out him, seeing how you moan his name as your face to face with one another, the way your tits be jiggling/jumping the more intense you got. 

He preferred to have sex in remote, isolated locations. He preferred to silence and peace of mind. Only being in each other’s company. 

Often the sex happened in his car, and the moments after would be intimate just like after a fight. 

He loved you and you loved him... You both knew you were meant for one another. 

PETER PARKER: 

Having met Pete, there was no way you’d thought there could ever be a bad bone in him, however it seemed even the perfect Peter Parker struggled with a few minor flaws. 

Peter tended to get jealous, however over specific people that he saw as a threat. 

He was extremely calculative, and knew who posed a risk to his relationship with you.

He often wouldn’t speak up about it, letting it slide and seeking advice from Ned and Aunt May on what to do, however they’d often persuade him to believe it was nothing major to worry about, and that you only had eyes for him. 

And they couldn't be more right. 

Peter trusted you greatly, as you did with him. 

He didn't trust the cocky guys that would shoot their shot with you, and often it did infuriate him. 

At nights, when he was out overlooking the city for whoever would need the help of their friendly, neighbourhood Spider-man, he’d take the time to contemplate to himself. 

However, if he got really desperate for some help, he’d even ask his fellow Avengers... Tony wasn't much of a help, he’d just tell him to either spoil the hell out of you, “take her out to a nice restaurant, the chicks dig that intimacy shit.” 

Steve, on the other hand, was actually the most helpful. 

And they had all met you (and adored you), so they knew exactly who Peter was dealing with.

“Just talk to Y/N, I’m sure she’ll be most understanding... Usually when a guy feels this way about a girl, it means you want to take things seriously,” Captain reasoned. 

And from their Peter knew exactly what he had to do. 

Dates was a regular think, you made sure of that! Despite needing to balance school, work and Peter’s hectic life as an Avenger... You both proudly managed well. 

So taking both Tony’s and Capt’s relationship advice into consideration, Peter thought it would be perfect to just say what he needed to say.

“L-Look Y/N... I know I may not often say it or be the perfect boyfriend, but I-I just wanted to say...” 

God you loved how nervous he'd get. 

“What is it Pete?” You intervene with a bright smile on your face, trying to encourage him to just speak his mind. 

And it seemed to have worked, as his tense shoulders had finally relaxed and he returned with a smile. 

“I-I love you, Y/N. I mean, I-I really am so in love with you. It just bothers me that I see you talking to some guys a-and to think that maybe, one day... They might convince you to leave me.” 

Your heart broke silently to a thousand pieces: not only was this the first time Peter actually said the words “I love you”, however to hear that this was what had been worrying him this entire time. 

“Peter, please don’t ever think that! I could nor would I ever, leave someone as brilliant and caring as you... I love you, Pete, you need to know this.” 

And after what would have been the most sacred dates of your life, you knew exactly how to end the perfect night. 

As you both had politely left the restaurant, thanking the staff for their incredible food and service, you turned to Peter, your hands cupping his chiselled face. 

“Now how about you show me just how much you love me, huh?” 

Sex with Peter was often gentle and very personal. 

He wasn't over-the-top in control, always making sure you were comfortable and relaxed. 

However when you both had gotten into the rhythm of things... A whole, new side of him would peak. 

Definitely a boob guy... He’s rough hands would always be massaging your tits, especially when he ate you the fuck out. 

[biaswreckingfics]

Where does Sunwoo get all of his energy from?! I get tired just rolling out of bed lol. And here he is ploughing his way through the campuses female population 😂

The fact that y/n’s panties haven’t fallen off in Sunwoo’s mere presence, makes her different to what he’s used to.

I guess he feels, she’s not interested in him. So there’s no need for a façade with her. He can just be his true self. Probably also makes her more intriguing to him. She’ll challenge him, in ways he hasn’t been before. He’s already putting in some actual work into getting to know her. Even if it is kinda superficial atm, I can guarantee he doesn’t know or care how Minjee likes her coffee. It’s the whole wanting the unattainable, makes it more desirable.

(Typing Minjee’s name is irritating me so I’ll refer to her as 🤮 from now on)

🤮 definitely played up the theatrics. I have no doubt Sunwoo has some skills (lawd knows he’s had enough practice 😜) it’s a display of dominance, she has always perceived y/n as a threat/competition. Y/n is effortlessly awesome in all the meaningful ways 🤮is not. Considering how toxic y/n’s previous relationship was. Y/n probably doesn’t realise just how great she is, which just make her more endearing. That’s why 🤮 is a bitch to her, it’s pure jealousy. The fact that y/n doesn’t fight back, falsely makes 🤮 think she has some sort of power. It’s my greatest joy in life to wind up bitchy, annoying people. I would annoy the hell out of 🤮…

🤮: makes a snide comment about my appearance

Me: “ohh!… really?! …hmmm… funny thing is, the way Sunwoo’s eyes ever so slowly raked over my body last night, tells me, he doesn’t share the same sentiment…” walks away sassily

🤮: says something snide again

Me:

“This obsession with me really needs to stop!! I know you find me irresistible and I’m sincerely flattered. But I’m sorry, you’re simply not my type. Sleeping with Sunwoo just to be close to me, It’s not healthy, or fair to him and lastly it won’t work.… you should really try to get over me…” patronisingly pats her on the head and walks away

If it blows up his fwb with 🤮… oh well 🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s not like it’s serious anyway. Plus, he can console himself with the other 1000+ women on campus he hasn’t slept with yet lol

When 🤮 gets unnecessarily loud, Y/n could play the least sexy music possible out loud at full blast… let it go (frozen), Macarena, gang nam style, actually here’s a playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Cy8zkkkorTtKXpHpjtnrv?si=vODmJ5LCRyOvziAzyXBX2g

(I’m offended that a couple songs I listen to are listed on here 😅)

if Sunwoo doesn’t want that happening, I think he needs to buy y/n some noise cancelling headphones. It’s the least he could do. Asking him to keep his 🍆 in his 🩲is just unrealistic.

The flirty banter at the end 😏 sparking the mutual attraction, and so the trouble begins…

Hope my comments make sense I woke up stupidly early, brain hasn’t fully switched on yet. Great update, thank you

Okay, in depth analysis with pictures!! 👏👏👏 this is what I like to see lol

The fact that yn hasn't fallen for Sunwoo's charms yet is a miracle. I can tell you rn, I would not be that strong 😔✊. That man could look at me a certain way, and I'd be naked in bed waiting for him. I have zero will power.

That's a good point about him not having to put up a front for her bc she already expects nothing from him. He can be his little hoe self without having to worry about how she feels. That'll also make him want to get certain reactions out of her, I'm sure. I have a feeling the lack of interest is new for him, which is why he'll be putting in effort for her 👀👀.

🤮🤮 isn't shit!! 👏👏 She thinks she's proving dominance over yn, but it's just making her look pathetic 🤭🤭. She'll eventually get what's coming to her, though 😏😏.

The conversation you made 😂😂👏👏. I love it. Plus, the spotify list!! 🤭🤭 I would die of laughter if someone did that to me lol. Also, I love your comments!! 🥺🥺 This whole summary of everything that happened, ugh 👏👏. I'm obsessed.

[ss3890]

Let’s talk about Pyrite:

As both a pagan witch-bitch who likes to hoard shiny stones and someone who indulges too much in Obey Me, I remember seeing the connection between Mammon and Pyrite a while back and immediately fell in love with it. Like, it just fits sooooo perfectly. Check out why under the cut:

A BIT ABOUT PYRITE:

Pyrite is more commonly known as “Fool’s Gold” - for it’s ability to trick miners into thinking they’ve struck true gold. It has always been considered inferior, though it does contain a type of gold within it’s crystalline structure. It’s a fitting comparison for our Lord of Fools who is constantly dismissed and put down by everyone around him. See past his facade and get to know the real Mammon, and you’ll find a powerful ally with a heart of gold that would do almost anything for you. 

Pyrite is a stone of protection - it wants to shield and protect its wearer in every way possible. According to this source: https://tinyrituals.co/blogs/tiny-rituals/pyrite-meaning-healing-properties-everyday-uses “Pyrite rekindles any lost drive or passion and makes you feel like you are ready to embrace life once again. If you have been tangled up in depressive thoughts or residing in anxiety, Pyrite is here to help you step away from those thoughts and fears, to overcome all that is holding you back, and to take action to live the life you were born for.” This is especially fitting for our energetic Guardian Demon who encourages you to get out there, live life, and have fun - for better or worse.

This source: https://www.mycrystals.com/meaning/pyrite-meaning-and-healing-properties Identifies Pyrite as “assisting you in fully healing by accepting yourself as you are...Pyrite's purpose is to keep you strong, stable, and free of the chains of domination.” Mammon fully accepts the MC for who they are more than anyone else. He doesn’t give one shit about your connection to Lilith, because he already cares so much about you and the person you are - while everyone seems to suddenly care more about you due to your lineage. He will always encourage you to be your true self and love you for it, in all his free-spirited ways.

Additionally, Pyrite is a great symbol of prosperity and good fortune. Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon has the ability to shower those he takes a fancy to with wealth - and absolutely does so with his beloved MC. 

PYRITE AND MY MC SELF:

I think one reason I’m so drawn to Mammon, is because he complements me well and I understand him. With a sun sign of Pisces and a moon of Leo, I myself am a deeply emotional person who is also quite fierce and strong-willed. While Mammon isn’t a Leo, he is that fire in the relationship, sparking joy and adventure in a dramatic way that Cayrie wouldn’t otherwise engage in.

My own altar has raw pyrite on it in tribute to my First Man and so would Cayrie’s. I think that would tickle his fancy. I also like to imagine her giving him a piece of it when she has to leave for the human world, maybe pairing it with a chunk of blue calcite or aquamarine, saying “It reminds me of you and I.” He’d definitely add the stones to his pile of treasures and never let them go.

Another nice little head-cannon: I went to one of my favorite stores the other day and found a pair of pyrite studs. I had to buy them, obviously. 

Can y’all imagine how soft Mamms would get if he saw you wearing pyrite jewelry because it made you think of him? Suuuper soft and you know it. Plus, my bird fucking loves them. She won’t stop playing with them, just like an itty-bitty crow who can’t stay away from shiny things. It’s pretty fitting:

So yeah, anyway - there’s a little bit about pyrite and why I love it so much. Stay awesome, peeps ~✨

[thefairyletters]

Ask me a ship and I'll tell you:

NaruSaku

Who proposed to the other first?

Naruto.

It took several practice sessions with Iruka (because Sasuke refused) pretending to be Sakura for Naruto to master the trick of kneeling and presenting the ring with an air of confidence. But when it mattered, Naruto tipped over his shoelaces (he never worn formal attire ever), accidently knocked over the table (somehow) and bumped straight into Sakura (some ninja he was), and that was how both got kicked out of the very expensive restaurant for causing ruckus.

But when Sakura said she thought "formal proposals were overrated anyway", he took her to Ichiraku, looked her dead in the eye while slurping on ramen, passed her the ring and popped the question illegibly.

Sakura understood anyway and threw a ring she brought for him on his face. She never said 'yes' but she didn't need to.

Who kissed the other first?

Naruto.

It was during a mission. They almost got caught by enemy guards (thanks to Naruto who doesn't know what it means to whisper) while they were following their target. Naruto did the only thing that would have possibly given them an edge. He pulled her to shade and initiated the kiss. Sakura only made sure they looked very convincing. Regardless to say, they got (kicked) out from the location, but without damage.

Later, this kiss inspired many more kisses that they began to steal from each other in the dark.

Who gives a good-morning kiss to other?

Sakura.

Although Naruto is always in bliss whenever Sakura stays night at his place and he is always up early if only to see her wake, it is Sakura who, when she wakes up, sleepily, kisses him first and gets out of the bed to prepare for the day. He always remain in bed until the shower is turned on.

Who likes to play with other's hair?

Naruto.

Between two of them, they both know it is Naruto's hair that is much softer to touch. It wasn't always like that of course.

But Naruto has always found Sakura's hair to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. The way sunshine would turn it gold, and moonlight silver, has always amazed him. He would give special attention to her hair whenever they'd make love and cuddle. Once Sakura asked if he loved her only for her hair, which he doesn't refute, much to Sakura's chargin and amusement.

Who likes to play footsies?

Sakura.

There was something innately sexy about Sakura's arms and legs. It could be that she's got the best built – one that is lean and strong all the same – out of their peers. Naruto's breath hitch every time those legs brush his and her heels trace an imaginary line on his calves. They know they should focus on the meeting. They know it was inappropriate for a Hokage to be distracted in the middle of the what could be a very important meeting. But they also know his very playful and intelligent wife was adept at takes noting of everything. Everything.

Who is the dominant one?

Kurama.

As much as Sakura loves to be on the top, it becomes hard when a demon houses in your lover's body. More often than not, Kurama who more or less has become a part of their relationship would take over Naruto's body whenever Sakura would cross a particular threshold of dominance tolerated to her. Apparently, it was insulting for an alpha male like Kurama to be taken from above by a mere mortal woman, even if the said woman was his host's wife. Not that it was his body she was making love to in first place.

It's only because Naruto could feel everything even when Kurama takes his body that they put up with his sexism. Besides, Sakura doesn't mind.

Who likes to keep a picture of the other with them all the time?

Both.

They each wear a necklace bearing each other's photo inside, to remind themselves of the times they were missing out on, of their significant other waiting for them at return home, to keep them company for the late nights when they get too busy with their duties.

Who likes to buy the other gifts?

Naruto.

He always send his clones to get Sakura flowers to cheer her up on days he hears about loss in the hospital. He often requests Gaara for new poisons he knows Sakura will enjoy in her lab. He takes her out on dates even after years of marriage – particularly to that very expensive restaurant, where he had planned to propose to her, that had kicked them out. They act deliberately loud in that one, but they don't get kicked out of course. Nobody minds what you do when you have power.

Most days, they don't send gifts for one another not because they couldn't but because those things don't spark joy in the face of the brighter things. Like, when Sakura comes to pick him up from office after her late shift, knowing he would still be cooped up in his office because he lost track of time.

Who takes initiative in making physical contact?

Sakura.

She would hit him whenever he would make a mistake, forget something important, or skip meals. Then, next moment she would be patting him like he were a dog, kiss his woes away and be on her merry way. She would come to his office to check if he had his lunch, and would force feed him if he hadn't (more often than not). She would drag him out of his office if he isn't home by 12 or would stay and help him until the work is done. She wasn't gentle nor romantic by any stretch, but she would always touch him for one reason or other.

Who plans their dates?

Naruto.

His clones come in handy. They'd scout the area and report back their findings. Naruto would jot it all down, highlighting their specialities, an habit Shikamaru and Sakura drilled into him, and allows Sakura to make her choice for their next date. Life is simple for them when it comes to making choices. It is when they are together that life becomes exciting.

Who was shy on their first date?

Neither.

Their first date had been no different than any normal meetups they've had before. Except with lingering touches, an innocent kiss turned make up session, and a hug.

Who wakes up the other?

Before marriage: Naruto would wake up first and help Sakura get started on her day – would make her coffee just the way she liked, set her outfit out by the vanity, make sure her bag is set just so she doesn't miss her files, and make bath for them. He would join her on the bed, and wait for her to wake up so he could get his prize for his hardwork.

After marriage: They'd both be too exhausted to find energy in them to wake up. Sakura would be the first to get out of the bed, but only after giving Naruto his customary kiss, and would set bath for them. Her husband would still be lost to the world so she would carry his sleepy ass into bath and prepare him for the day so they could once again be on their way to face the world.

Who was shy in taking their relationship to next level?

Sakura.

When Naruto and Sakura engaged in a kiss that was more passionate than they ever experienced before, Sakura knew what was coming. Her mind was a turmoil of emotions that had nothing to do with the heat that flared inside her body.

Sakura was no stranger to kisses. She liked – no, loved – kissing Naruto senseless. She could think of hundred ways that could make Naruto respond to her with only a kiss, and she loved that he loved kissing her. But, her body was her vulnerability. She could think hard but still would draw blank if it's about telling one positive detail about her body. Naruto always looked at her like she was the only woman in the world – and while the sentiment was flattering, it meant expectations. She was terrified of disappointing him. She didn't want to consider the possibility of him finding her body undesirable. They were dating, not married. He had no ties to her, he was free to find someone who he'd be attracted to, a better life, with someone who'd be a lot, lot better than her. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, but the chances of her messing this up were astronomical and –

Naruto pulled away from the kiss to look at her, to understand why she froze in his arms. He didn't understand the reason behind her anxiety – why she would freeze whenever his hands would inch a little too close to her chest or a little below her hips – so he did what she really wanted him to: stop.

One night, Sakura murmured her fears into his ears and Naruto, who had never seen her look so timid and breakable, gave her what she needed the most: time.

Time until marriage so she wouldn't have a reason to be afraid.

Who hogs up the blankets in their sleep?

Naruto.

When it happened for the nth time, Sakura threatened to kick Naruto out of the bed with only his dear blankets to shelter him from cold. He nodded his consent of course, but it repeated the next day and the day after, too, but Sakura is nothing if not adaptable, so she has thus learnt to keep another blanket on her side of the bed so she doesn't die in her sleep on cold mornings.

Who is easy to get jealous?

Sakura.

You can't help some things from happening when your boyfriend-turned-husband is a war-hero, as Sakura learnt it one week into her dating him. While she isn't bothered per se – being considered quite a hit among men and popular across countries herself – but there is a bold line between people admiring your lover and people feeling up your lover.

It is only because her reputation and her glare which is known to promise suffering that people scurry away from Naruto whenever she is in the vicinity.

No, Sakura is just worried for Naruto. She knows her husband wouldn't try things if he knows what's best for him.

Who cooks in the house?

Naruto.

Sakura can't cook rice to save her life. Period. Everyone in team 7 is well-aware about her inability to be domestic in general. Naruto finds it endearing most of the times– times when she is not attempting to make him her test subject for her culinary experiments.

They don't need chef to make them dinner when they return home, Naruto always makes sure to send a clone to make them dinner. Sakura has more than once told him that she was the luckiest woman in the world to have him as her husband. He makes them fresh bentos through clones. He tries new recipes whenever he gets a day off and surprises Sakura with his skills. Their sundays involve just them and their kitchen.

Sakura still insists on making them dinner whenever she could. She learnt to make a decent ramen after a month long – disastrous – training from Ayame. Although Sakura always adds too much of something, Naruto always licks his bowl clean because to him her ramen is only second to Ichiraku.

Who 'protects' and who 'nurtures'?

Sakura protects him.

Naruto nurtures her.

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(Ask me a ship! But not in the comments section lol)