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[tbaluver]

Hi ree 🤭

Can I request y/n flinching during an argument when the boys make a sudden movement. Give it a happy ending pls.

I'm craving some angst with fluff on the side.

Has to be served by u tho 😭🌹

Flinching During An Argument- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: slight angst with some fluff/ comfort ! a/n: HIHI TEE !! ily (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i hope this was okay and i hope i served and if not im soso sorry and this doesn't exist ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

It was your first argument with Xavier and you’d never seen this side of him. His usually warm, soft eyes narrow into a piercing glare, losing their usual kindness and sleepiness to it. You had always believed that you and Xavier would never argue, yet here you were, caught in a heated argument. Frustration had clouded both your minds, leaving both to forget what the initial problem even was. The emotional exhaustion was palpable and you both were weary from the conflict.

In an attempt to reconcile, Xavier reached out to pull you closer and offer an apology. His sudden gesture was unexpected and made you flinch. The movement was too abrupt, causing you a momentary surge of anxiety. You recoiled back slightly, your body tense.

His eyes widened in shock at your reaction. Instantly, he withdrew his arm, staring down at his hands as if they had betrayed him. Hurt and confusion on his face were palpable, as if he committed an offense. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, “I’m so sorry if I scared you. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

The frustration that had marked his earlier expression melted away and was replaced by the tender, sincere face you knew and loved. As your mind began to process the sudden shift and the context of his actions, you realized that his outstretched arm had been an attempt to offer comfort.

“I’m sorry you thought I’d hurt you,” Xavier says, his voice weighted with sincerity. “I promise I will never do that. I don’t know what I did to make you feel this way, but I’m committed to doing whatever it takes to be a better boyfriend.”

Seeing the genuine remorse in his eyes, you stepped forward closer to him, your heart aching for him. Gently, you cupped his cheek in your hand, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm. “You’re not a bad boyfriend,” You reassured him, your voice soft and soothing. Xavier nuzzled into your hand, a small grateful small forming on his lips. "I know you would be the last person in this world to hurt me. It was just out of instinct, I’m sorry.”

The tension between you began to dissolve, bridging the gap that had formed during the argument. "Then let’s promise to never argue ever again,” He says, locking your eyes with yours. “I didn’t like it one bit.”

You nod with a soft smile as he reaches out to take your hand in his, holding it close. “We’ll find a better way to handle things. I love you too much to let anything come between us.” You both drew closer, wrapping each other in an embrace. He presses his lips gently on your forehead to remind you.

Zayne:

Zayne loves you very much. He may not always express it in words, but his actions always speak volumes and the way he takes care of you shows how deeply he cares. Most of your arguments tend to revolve around your wellbeing and the way you don't take care of yourself properly. When you're stubborn and brush off his concerns, it frustrates him further.

Tonight it seems like the frustration built up and Zayne who usually speaks with a gentle tone towards you, finds himself slightly raising his voice for the first time. It was out of a mix of desperation and concern for you. He raises his hand to fix the collar of his button up shirt. He tugs at the collar and tries to smooth it out, adjusting it. However, the sudden movement is mistaken by you in the heat of the moment. Seeing Zayne’s hand come up, your heart skips a beat and a rush of panic comes through you. At the moment, the gesture felt threatening as if he was trying to strike you. But deep down you know Zayne would never hurt you but rather the fear of the unknown makes you flinch. You take a step back, your eyes wide and your body tense.

Zayne notices your reaction and his face falls. The realization of his innocent gesture was misinterpreted and hits him like a wave. His throat tightens and he struggles to find the right words as he tries to reassure you. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” His hand lowers and he swallows hard. His eyes were a mix of regret and exhaustion. The tension in his gaze is palpable, clear even without words. “I’m sorry,” He says, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just fixing my collar. I would never hurt you. Please, don’t think that. Forgive me my love.” His eyes lock onto yours, pleading for you to see the truth in his expression.

You can see the pain in his eyes, his usually composed demeanor has cracked under the weight of your misinterpretation. The fear in your chest slowly begins to disappear as you recognize his genuine remorse and the depth of his feelings.

As you speak, your body relaxes. "I'm sorry. I don't really know why I did that" You admit, letting out a sigh. You blink a few times, trying to prevent the tears that threaten to spill.

Zayne watches you with a soft, concerned look. He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you. "May I?-"

You nod, and he closes the distance between you, enveloping you in his arms. He pulls you in a little tighter, his hands resting soothingly on your back.

"It's alright you do not have to know." He sighs, pressing a kiss at the top of your head as he rubs soothing circles on your back. "I promise you, I would never do such a thing. Please let me make it right my love."

Rafayel:

Usually your arguments were nothing more than just playful banter, something that was brushed off with laughter. But today, something was different about this argument. The conversation escalated into a heated argument, with both of you frustrated. The words you threw at each other were sharper, the silence afterward heavier.

Rafayel’s hands lifted to ruffle his hair out of frustration but it seemed to heighten the tension. You backed away, closing your eyes and turning your head, trying to shield yourself from a possible hit or a burn.

Seeing your reaction, Rafayel’s expression immediately softened. His hand dropped to his sides, and felt the sting of regret and concern pierce through his frustrations. He realized the impact of his actions so he steps forward with a sense of urgency, his heart pounding with a mix of worry and desperation. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you to reassure his need for you.

You nestled into his chest but your body remained tense from the argument’s intensity. “Cutie…You know I would never hurt you, right?” His voice was a mix of hurt and worry, trembling slightly as if his worst nightmare came true—losing you again. The thought of having you scared of him, after losing you once before, made him desperate to keep you in his embrace to prevent you from ever leaving him ever again.

He gently pulls away, his hands cupping your face with tenderness. His fingers stroked your cheeks softly and his gaze filled with a mixture of relief as he saw you relax against him. “You don't need to be scared,” He murmured, “I’m here to protect you. I promise I'll make it up to you.” The sincerity in his eyes and the gentle caress of his hands were a silent vow to ensure you felt safe and loved.

Later on that day he apologized in Glubglubnese, Popoposh, and Blublublun to start off by making it up to you.

Sylus:

You and Sylus had your fair share of arguments and you both always managed to talk things through and reach a compromise. This time, however, this disagreement delta relentless back-and forth that seemed to stretch on forever.

His scowl and the tone in his voice was unsettling. The room fell into an uneasy silence until Sylus brought a hand to his forehead, massaging his temples. At that moment, you made a mistake. To his hand raised, you flinched, fearing it was to use his evol on you or something worse. 

Instinctively, you crouched down and shielded yourself with your arms, overwhelmed by a wave of shame and fear. You knew deep down that he would never hurt you, but your  reflexes were too strong to ignore. With your face hidden, you missed the hurt and regret that clouded Sylus’s eyes. He took a deep breath, his voice softening as he stepped closer to you.

“Sweetie….” He says, his tone filled with sorrow. “Please, look at me.”

When you finally dared to meet his gaze, the intimidation was gone. He crouched down to your level, his expression soft and tender. He reached out, gently cupping your face and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He sighed in relief knowing you didn’t flinch this time when he approached you.

“I would never hurt you,” He extends his hand, helping you up to your feet. As you stood, he pulled you into a heartfelt embrace. “How could I ever do that to someone I love so deeply? I would never forgive myself.” You rested your head against his chest and the familiar scent of him enveloped you, soothing your nerves. Sylus’s hands moved gently through your hair and traced comforting circles on your back that offered a silent apology and reassurance. In that moment, the argument was forgotten and replaced of a sense of tenderness.

[elllisaaa]

hii, how are u?? can i ask for a seventeen reaction of you watching caratland and teasing them or something like that, thank uu

teasing seventeen about caratland

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : omgg you're so on point because the moment i saw mingyu dancing to sticky, i knew i wanted to write something like this lmaoo thank you so much for sending in an ask, hope you'll like it !

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

You had often joked about the Smart challenge to your boyfriend by reading some of the comments the fans posted on social media, trying to get him to really do it. So when you realized that he was really going to actually dance to the choreo during Caratland, you broke down in a fit of laughter. When he came to see you in the morning, you welcomed him with a big smirk stretching out your face : “Hello Mister shaking-my-ass, how are you ?” - “Oh, shut up.” Seungcheol groaned as he bypassed you to flop down on your couch, arms crossed on his chest and pout on his face. “Don’t be like that, you big baby, it was cute.” - “But I don’t want to be cute !”, your boyfriend groaned, “I want to be manly. And handsome. I am right ?” You couldn’t really tease Seungcheol for long, he was too adorable for you to do so as you settled beside him, pecking his lips softly. “Yes, you are. But you’re also very cute.” - “Y/N !” You giggled as his pout returned. He was definitely cute. 

YOON JEONGHAN

You were used to your boyfriend being an absolute babygirl, you were used to him being an absolute menace. However you did not plan how seeing him dancing to Tap would leave you speechless. Honestly, you wanted to tease him a little for taking it so seriously and giving it his whole. But the fact that Jeonghan walked in on you watching the clip over and over kinda wrecked your project. “Like what you see, darling ?” You jumped on your spot on the couch, pushing your phone under the cushion as if you didn’t do anything. “Not at all.” - “I feel like your lying sweetheart.” - “Am not. Not everything’s about you, Hannie.” But your boyfriend only chuckled as he launched forward to grab your phone and unlock it, watching the video of him dancing playing on repeat as your cheeks heated up. “You’re so obsessed with me !” - “Stop ! Give me my phone !” But Jeonghan didn’t and only kissed your temple as he scrolled through your last liked tiktoks, seeing that it was all him and being very satisfied with the outcome of this all. You could never tease Jeonghan. 

HONG JOSHUA

“Josh ?” Your boyfriend raised his head up from the book he’s been quietly reading by your side while you were scrolling on your phone beside him in bed. You haven’t been able to watch all the content from Caratland yet and you were only now catching up. “Yeah ?” - “You should rap more often.” You picked his curiosity enough for him to close his book and turn to you. “And why’s that angel ?” You simply shrugged, but he knew you well enough to notice the little smirk tugging at your lips as you pretended to be unbothered. “Just because. You’re good at it, that’s all.” It was Joshua’s turn to smirk as he nudged you with his elbow. “Mh, yeah, of course. And it’s not because you think I’m hot when I rap ?” - “You’re taking your dreams for reality I think.” You really tried to stay composed but the way he was tickling your sides to force you to admit the truth made it difficult. You should’ve known that teasing Joshua would be a bad idea.

MOON JUNHUI

Jun always took it very seriously when it came to dancing to girl’s groups songs, and that was because you do too, especially when you were both doing random dance challenges and it became sort of a competition. So when you saw that he gave his all to dancing on Sheesh by Babymonster, you giggled while looking at your phone. “You did really good, baby.” Jun groaned softly as he lifted his head from where it was resting against your chest, looking up at you seemingly lost. “What are you talking about ?” - “Sheesh. You danced very well to it ! I teached you well.” A smile took over his features, and a blush spreaded on his cheeks. Girl’s group choreos were your passion, your area and he always felt so proud when you complimented about it (despite him being a professional dancer, yes.) “Yeah, you’re the best, baby. I’m not at your level yet, though.” You giggled as you kissed his forehead, and Jun hid against your chest again to not let you see how red he was.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Your boyfriend was a good dancer, you knew it, everyone knew it, so you were not surprised to see Carats swooning over how good he danced to Siren. And even if you had grown used to watching him wreck the stage, you were always impressed at the energy he was able to put into his moves. But that didn’t mean that you will not tease him, because that was your job as his girlfriend. “You’re such a loser.” - “What !? I didn’t even do anything this time !”, Soonyoung cried out, seemingly offended by your comment. You rolled your eyes as you turned your phone around to show him the clip of him dancing during Caratland. “How does that make me a loser ?”, your boyfriend whined as you tried to hold back your grin. “You want to show off so bad, we know you can dance, no need to try that hard.” You were then left with a whiny Soonyoung for the rest of the day. But when he asked you if he did good with his cute pout, you couldn’t keep up your act longer and you showered him in praise because he was perfect and you loved him. 

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo was maybe the only one in the group that tried to hold his idol image as much as possible - well, he sometimes slipped up but people often thought that he was the most normal and that said a lot. So seeing him dance to Queencard made you break in a fit of laughter, while your boyfriend was clearly not having it. “You’re done ?” You looked at him as you replayed the video once again, tears gathering in your eyes from smiling too much. “No ! You don’t understand how funny this is.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes at you, trying to focus again on his game rather than on you giggling nonstop at him. “I’m just dancing, you’re overreacting.” - “You’re dancing to Queencard, Nonu, that’s very different. I always knew you were a bad bitch deep down.” Wonwoo grabbed the plushie you had gifted him that was sitting on his desk in your direction, your cackles intensifying. He loved you, but sometimes he thought you should've been a part of Seventeen instead.

LEE JIHOON

Jihoon was always adamant on the fact that he wasn’t cute. No matter how much you insisted on the fact that he was indeed adorable, he always refused to listen to you. so your teasing about how cute he was dancing on How Sweet by NewJeans was not an exception. “Come on ! You have to admit that you’re at least a little, tiny bit cute.” - “I am not.” - “Nah, I won’t accept it, you’re definitely cute.” Jihoon sighed and let you go on and on about how endearing he was one more time, as if he hadn’t been teased by his members about it enough. They really had to give him that type of song again, uh ? Last year, you had made a fuss about him dancing to Ditto too, when was this going to stop. But when you started to pepper his whole face with sweet kisses, Jihoon couldn’t hold back the smile stretching out his lips. And maybe, just maybe, that it wasn’t that bad in the end. 

LEE SEOKMIN

It was a well known fact that Seokmin was born to be a comedian, and his sense of humor was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him. And it never failed to amaze you how he always found a way to make everyone laugh. So when he dropped by your apartment after Caratland and you opened the door already chuckling and giggling to yourself. “Why are you making fun of me now ?”, he pouted as you let him make himself comfortable while you couldn’t stop thinking back to the fake abs during Guilty. “Can’t I just appreciate how hilarious you are ? I must say the shirt under your sweater was kind of genius.” When it finally clicked in Seokmin’s mind what you were talking about, he laughed too. He had this idea last minute, because he wasn’t too fond of showing much skin on stage, and he was glad that the majority of their fans, including you, followed his antics. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t let anyone other than you see my abs baby.”  

KIM MINGYU

Mingyu could argue with that as much as he wanted, you knew that deep down he was a baby girl. So you weren’t really surprised upon seeing videos of him dancing to Sticky by Kiss Of Life on every social media. And actually, it made you almost mad how he was better than you at shaking his ass. “Kim Mingyu !”, you called from the bedroom. Your boyfriend walked in mere seconds after, puppy-like eyes staring at you and a pout already forming on his face. “What’s going on, baby ?” - “Why didn’t you tell me about that ?” You turned your phone around to show him the clip of his dance, and his cheeks immediately reddened, as he grabbed your phone to turn it off. “Stooop… It’s embarrassing.” - “It’s not when you shake it that well, baby.” That only made him more shy and you giggled as he sulked about how mean you were. But as soon as you apologized with a little kiss, he was all smiley again.

XU MINGHAO

You were actually in the audience, witnessing your boyfriend willingly dancing to Maniac, both amazed and ready to make fun of him for the next few years at least. When you joined him backstage, Minghao knew from the grin on your face that you were going to tease him. He rolled his eyes at you as soon as you got closer to him. “I didn’t even say anything.” - “But I know that you’re going to.” You pouted a little, but he was right. “Come on, did you see yourself on stage ? Of course I have to tease you. The one and only Xu Minghao shaking his ass for the whole world to see ? That’s going down in history !” As always, you couldn’t help going overboard, but Minghao would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, so he simply waited for an occasion to shut you up with his lips on yours. You immediately stopped and you went to wrap your arms around him instead. “You did very well, Hao.” - “Thank you, princess.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN

It was actually Seungkwan that brought it up himself, going on and on about how proud he was of his cover and how happy he was that Carats liked it. And it was true, he looked very good dancing to Boom Boom Bass, but you would never pass on an opportunity to tease your boyfriend. “It’s okay, baby, we all know you’re an amazing dancer, no need to brag like that.” - “And no need to be so uptight.”, scoffed Seungkwan as he gave you one of his infamous side eyes. You had to bite your lip to contain your smile as he started to rant about how you could never let him have his moment, until you weren’t able to hold back anymore and you broke out in laughter. That only left you with an even more sulky Seungkwan. “I was joking, baby ! You know I’m proud of you right ?” - “I don’t want your compliments now, they’re forced.” - “Don’t be like that.” You kissed his cheek and cuddled closer to him as you focused back on the show. And soon enough Seungkwan sighed and embraced you again. He loved you even if you drove him crazy sometimes. 

CHWE HANSOL

You were quite excited when Hansol told you that he would probably dance to Supernova by Aespa because you really liked the song. So when you watched the video with him by your side, you really had to hold back your laugh and smile as you witnessed your boyfriend slaying the choreo with a straight face, as always. “So, what do you think about it ?” You turned to face Hansol, trying to keep your composure, but a small grin had made his way onto your face. “What ? Was I that bad ?” - “No ! Stop saying that everytime I see you dance, you know you’re great. It’s just… Do you really have no emotion ?” He groaned at the neverending joke. When it was coming from you, he knew it was only to tease him at least. “That’s getting old, you know ?” - “But I’m not tired yet.”, you answered innocently. And Hansol shook his head at you despite a little smile stretching the corner of his lips. 

LEE CHAN

Chan always took dance challenges very seriously, no matter who it was and what the choreo was. So even if it was only supposed to be a silly cover, he gave his all into dancing to Fast Forward. Plus, he knew that you liked this song and he wanted to make you proud of him - it was his number one goal every time he was on stage. So when he came to see you, a few days after Caratland, he was expecting you to have already seen the video, just like every time. “Uh ? You dance to Fast Forward ? I didn’t even know… I’m sorry baby, I’ve been quite busy.” - “No, it’s okay, no big deal.” But you could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes and Chan was too adorable when he was like that. So you sighed and simply gave up on your plan, covering his whole face in kisses instead. “You don’t know me that well if you don’t think I’ve already liked every single video of you.” Chan giggled shily, but he liked your attention, liked how you always made sure to shower him in praises. It was impossible to tease him, not when he looked at you with his sad puppy eyes.

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[totheblood]

protective!spencer reid headcanons

a/n: this is a remake of one of my headcanons i did for ellie but i completely rewrote it cause yea... AI AUDIOS throughout, also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

spencer is extremely protective of you, more than anyone else in his life... he just doesn't know how to show it

he knows that the job entails danger and as much as he doesn't like it, there isn't much he can do about it

but that doesn't stop him from trying

when you partner up on cases together he always makes sure he enters first, a hand outstretched to make sure you're always covered

"it's clear, you can come on in now," he would whisper, gun still drawn. 

"spence, you don't have to do that every time."

"i know," he'd say with a small smile, "but i want to."

he tries not to coddle you. he has seen you take down unsubs twice your size(which he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on), but sometimes his protective instincts just take over.

he'd rather put himself at risk than see you hurt. even after you're cursing him out, hands in a balled up fist banging on his kelvar vest. 

"what the fuck was that?" you'd yell, face getting hot, "i had him, and you could've gotten yourself killed,"

with an ice pack pressed to his forehead where the unsub got a punch in he closed his eyes gently, "i know, i know... i didn't even think, i just saw his hands on you and i just... look, i'm sorry for scaring you but i'm never going to be sorry for protecting you."

but when you get injured on a case, he just loses it

"what were you thinking, running in like that with no back up?" he'd scold while gently dabbing at the wound on your arm. 

"spence, I'm fine, it's just a scratch."

"just... be more careful next time, okay?" he'd say softly, looking around to make sure no one was watching before pressing a gentle kiss to your forhead, “i… can’t lose you.”

or if you were partnered with someone else and you came back with even a semblance of a bruise, he'd have his eyebrows furrowed, lips twisted into a scowl as he approached you, hands gently holding your arms, his face softening when you wince at the contact

"what happened?" he'd say voice tight, looking up at morgan who was trailing in behind you, looking guilty as ever. 

as derek opened his mouth to speak, you spoke up, "it wasn't his fau-"

"i didn't see him coming," morgan shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, "i got him off of her the minute he was on her."

"he shouldn't have had a chance to be on her," spencer spat back angrily.

"spence, it all happened in a matter of seconds," you say, voice sickeningly sweet as you tried to sooth his nerves, "i didn't see him coming either,"

"i know," he sighed, closing his eyes as he took a shaky breath in, "i know, but all it takes is one second and you could be..."

"i know," you pull him into a hug, his tall frame leaning down to wrap you in his arms, "but i'm here and i'm okay."

his protectiveness extends beyond the field too. 

the team would be out for drinks at o'keeffe's, you with a saltrimmed glass as you sat next to him. as you licked the edges, and drank your margarita with a satisfied grin, he would smile to himself, his smile dropping the minute a tall gruff man approached the two of you 

spencer's fingers twitch as the man puts his hand on the small of your back, taking notice in how your body tenses immediately and you laugh nervously. 

when he was in front of the team he wasn't your boyfriend spencer, he was your coworker spencer and as much as you planned on keeping it that way, spencer's patience was wearing thin each second the man's hand was on you. 

he'd cringe as you lean away from the man, mumbling some excuse like "i have a boyfriend," which made spencer's lips quirk upwards, just for a moment before he realized the man was still leaning into you, whispering, "he doesn't have to know,"

it's then that he steps in, getting up from his seat and stepping in between you and the man, flashing his badge at him with a quirked eyebrow and tight voice as he said, "i believe my colleague has made it clear she's not interested."

after a long case, one he knows hits you harder than the other's he is insisting you go to his apartment with him, his hands linking in yours the minute he's in the car and rubbing soothing circles into your palm

his voice is soft as he speaks over the radio, "everything okay, baby?"

"yeah," you would mumble, but he knows you too well and he knows that's not true. but he also knows you well enough to not bring it up again, choosing to distract you with your favorite songs on the drive or a warm bath when you get home, pressing sweet kisses all over your face as he bathes you

when you're sick, he shows up with:

homemade soup (his mother's recipe), herbal teas, and your favorite books which he reads to you, despite your protests for him to stay away.

instead he'd be telling you to open up as he fed you chicken soup while speaking to you gently, "did you know that chicken soup can actually help reduce inflammation? the chicken and vegetables in chicken soup actually inhibit the migration of neutrophils which can help you breathe better."

in public, his eyes always find you. especially at work he is glancing over at you from his desk, pen in his hand tapping the desk as he looks over at you for the thirteenth time that hour. 

"she's fine, kid. she's not going to magically disappear from her desk," derek teases, as he leans on spencer's desk, looking over at where your eyes finally met his and gave him a soft smile. 

"i know. i just like seeing her smile," spencer replies, voice soft as he smiles back at you. 

[luvsupa]

PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

w.c: 2.7k

a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆���‍♀️

read part 2 here!

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Ride it

Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n

I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)

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You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.

But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.

But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.

Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.

But if he was going to tease you, so were you.

You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.

"What are you doing?"

You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.

"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.

"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."

The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.

"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."

You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.

You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.

"Leon..?"

"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"

God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.

"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.

"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."

You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.

"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."

"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.

"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.

"Mhmm fuck…" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"

"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."

God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.

"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.

"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.

"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.

"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.

"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."

Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.

"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.

"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Agh—" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."

You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.

"Mmmm fuck baby— hah— yes, fuck—" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ugh—"

Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.

"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.

You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.

"Why did you—" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.

"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."

A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."

[violettwrites]

company of misfits — tp!daryl

a/n: thank u nonnie for sending this request in !! i absolutely love writing the tp!trio honestly, their banter is some of the best. even when reader is in a bad mood 🥺

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summary: reader has a bad day, and the dixon brothers know just how to make it more bearable.

requested: anon requested; hii dear!! could you write some fluff in the tp!daryl au, where reader has a bad day and is in a very bad mood, and the brothers notice that and try to cheer them up? (they have no idea what to do but they are trying their best)

word count: 1,011

warnings: swearing, alcohol

resources: divider by @/adornedwithlight

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you trudged up the dirt path through the trailer park, the weight on your shoulders from the day hanging heavy as you made your way towards your trailer. the sun was high in the afternoon sky— and having just worked a ridiculously long shift at the local diner, you were just done with the day; even though it wasn’t over yet.

as you neared your trailer, you noticed the dixon brothers outside theirs, beers in hand as they chatted lazily. daryl was the first to notice you, his blue eyes immediately trained on your figure. he noticed how your shoulders were slumped, your face showed no emotion, and he could just tell you had a shit day. he had seen that look on you before. merle, oblivious as ever, was busy recounting some story from his time in lockup. but daryl nudged him with his foot, nodding his head towards your figure as you made your way into your trailer— praying your dad wasn’t home, because that would just add to the mountain of shit on your shoulders.

both daryl and merle stood up and made their way towards your trailer, letting themselves in. they knew your dad wasn’t home, because they had seen him leave earlier in his old pickup. where he had gone? they didn’t bother to ask, because why would they speak to a piece of shit like him. your head turned when you heard the door open, spotting the two dixon brothers, and the corner of your lips quirked ever so slightly. you enjoyed their company, but you didn’t really want to be around anyone right now.

“hey, sunshine, what’s eatin’ at ya?” merle was the first to speak— like always —his usual grin plastered across his lips. you didn’t respond, just shrugged your shoulders a little as you plopped onto the couch, head tilting back as you looked at the ceiling. the two brothers followed your lead, sitting down on either side of you, and you internally groaned. they wouldn’t give up until you told them what was wrong.

daryl looked to his brother for guidance, a pointed look on his face as his eyes flickered from merle, to you. “you think i know how to deal with shit like this?” he mouthed back to daryl, and the younger dixon rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to you. he didn’t know how to handle situations like this either. feelings weren’t his strong point.

sighing in annoyance, merle spoke up. “what’s the problem? yer face looks like ya lost a fight with a wasp next.” the analogy made your brows furrow as you looked at merle. he always said some odd shit that you never understood.

“just had a bad day, alright?” you muttered, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared forward, eyes trained on the blank screen of the television in front of you. merle rubbed the back of his neck, looking to daryl for backup this time.

daryl sighed softly, and tried a softer approach. “anything we can do to help?” his voice was quieter, less teasing than his older brother’s.

you shook your head, but the gesture was half-hearted. you didn’t want to burden them with your problems that seemed so large, yet so minuscule at the same time. “not unless you can fix the world in the next five minutes,” you scoffed a little, chewing on your bottom lip.

merle, always the smart ass, grinned widely. “well, darlin’, i ain’t no miracle worker but i could try.”

before you could retort, he disappeared from the living room of your trailer, straight out the door, leaving you and daryl in confused yet curious silence. he watched you figdet with your hands, sensing you were on edge— but he didn’t know how to fix it.

“you don’t gotta talk about it,” he said finally, his voice low, “but you don’t gotta deal with it alone either.”

you looked over at him, wondering when he had become so wise. but there was something earnest in his expression that made your heart soften— just a little. merle returned before you could say anything back though, a bottle of whiskey and a few cups in his hands. “aight, so maybe i can’t fix the world, but i sure as hell can make it go down a bit smoother.”

you watched as he messily poured the liquid into the cups, handing the first one to you as he gave you a wink. “it’s like medicine, but the fun kind.”

you couldn’t help the small smile on your lips, despite yourself. “you think whiskey is gonna solve my problems?” you asked, looking up at him with an amused look.

merle clinked his cup against yours, an eager grin on his lips. “no, but it’ll make ‘em real fuzzy for a bit, an’ sometines that’s all ya need.”

daryl rolled his eyes, but spoke up anyway. “he’s right, y’know? ‘bout makin’ thinks fuzzy.” and you wondered when both of those boys had become so wise in their odd little ways. maybe it was because they knew how to handle bad days without having to confront their issues. they just forgot, in a sense.

for the first time that day, the weight on your shoulders felt a little lighter. it wasn’t the whiskey or the dumb jokes merle kept making, and it wasn’t daryl’s quiet, steady presence at your side. it was all of it together— their clumsy, awkward attempts at cheering you up that actually worked. you took a long drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol chase away that lingering frustration.

“thanks,” you spoke, glancing at the two ot them. “i needed this.”

merle clapped you on the back, grinning like a fool. “that’s what we’re here for, sweetheart! doin the lord’s work, one drink at a time.”

daryl shook his head, but you saw the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he didn’t need to say anything more. just being there, sitting with you in the fading light, was enough.

[f10werfae]

Barefoot and Pregnant

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!reader

summary: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a ‘hall pass’ because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

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“Baby bun? Why are you cryin’? Is there somethin’ wrong with our miracle?” Henry rushed placing both of his hands onto his precious wife’s four month bump: he had come home to see her sobbing her eyes out into her pregnancy pillow. “I-I have your b-birthday present, h-here” She cried handing him a crumpled piece of paper, “A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

- A few hours ago -

“So Y/n, I know your man’s birthday is coming up soon, what are ya getting him?” Chloe smirked putting down her beer, she wasn’t really someone Y/n would hangout with, but considering she was friends with Stephanie it was kind of obligatory. Y/n shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes panned to her, this brunch with her girls had taken a weird turn, with them questioning her sex life and very clearly overstepping private boundaries. Y/n on the other hand was adamant that she would spill nothing, ultimately leading to the other women becoming increasingly annoyed.

“U-Uh I was t-thinkin’ of givin’ him the s-sweater I made him, a-and cookin’ him a m-meal” She whispered, pouting when she heard the others giggling and scoffing at her gift idea, her hand falling to her baby bump for comfort. Her little gemstone always had her back. Henry always loved her knitted goods, in fact most of his jumpers were ones she had made, and he never left home without a packed lunch from his woman.

“Girl, just cause you’re preggers doesn’t mean you can’t spoil him! Get him somethin’ better than some lousy knitted shit” Jenny giggled nudging Chloe playfully; Y/n’s hands now started to tremble, she had finally gotten used to nothing but praise thanks to Henry, but now that she was back in this toxic environment she could feel her anxiety start to swirl at the pit of her stomach. She wanted her Henry, and she wanted him now.

“B-but he usually likes m-my meals and h-he asked for a j-jumper” She whispered pursing her lips and clasping her hands together over her stomach, the lemonade she ordered now tasting like absolute poison on her tongue. “Why don’t you get him like a subscription to beer or somethin-“

“OR A HALL PASS? Omg a hall pass would be so good, because you’re obviously pregnant you should give him one, poor guy will need it” Chloe snickered interrupting Stephanie, “A-a hall pass? Whats t-that?” Y/n questioned tilting her head to the side like an adorable puppy, her hand softly rubbing over her stomach, her little miracle’s kicks following her hands every move.

“Basically girl, now that you’re pregnant, every man finds it harder to fuck his wife; let’s be honest it’s a very natural thing. A hall pass is like giving him a ‘get out of jail card’ like letting him fuck someone else for a night or something” She explained placing another chip into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just excusing cheating on Y/n. “B-But I don’t want him t-to” The smaller woman sniffled feeling tears already start to collect in her eyes, did Henry really find her unattractive now that her body was changing?

“I mean come on, are you really going to give him a lousy sweater? Here if it makes you uncomfortable for him to fuck someone else, I’m single!” Chloe joked motioning her hands to pretend she was sucking someone off, the rest of the girls giggling along with her, except for Stephanie who was disgusted by the whole exchange. If anything she was the only friend Y/n really enjoyed hanging out with, and the only friend Henry trusted her with.

“You guys need to knock it off and stop being disgusting shits, come on Y/n Henry texted me to get your somethin’ from the pharmacy” Stephanie grunted pulling Y/n up from her seat, scowling when Chloe tucked in a napkin into Y/n’s purse that said “Hall pass” followed by her own phone number. A poor sniffling Y/n, felt her own emotions starting to shuffle all over the place, her hormones truly had her. With her hand tightly clasped in Stephanie’s the both of them got into her car, when she finally let out a massive sob, wrecking through her smaller body; Stephanie reaching over giving her hugs and whispers to calm her down.

“I-I D-Do you t-think h-he should get a H-hall pass?” Y/n questioned wiping her eyes and nose onto a hankie, her hands smoothing over her stomach, her baby must have realised she was upset; the little thing was wriggling around like crazy almost as if it was trying to provide its momma comfort. “I mean I was gonna suggest beer or a razor, Chloe is just a bitch and insanely jealous because you two are an absolute power couple. Plus it’s not exactly a secret how much Henry is in love with ya” Stephanie smiled booping her on the nose, sighing in relief at the sight of a smile on Y/n’s face.

“B-but maybe he does find me u-ugly now, h-he even offered to shave me down there” She pouted looking down, “Girl he did it because he wanted you to feel more comfortable, you’ve always been the trim typa woman”

“I guess so, s-so what do we need at the pharmacy?”

“Nothin’ I jus’ wanted outta there, Ya sure you’ll be alright girl?”

“Y-yeah H-hen gets home soon a-anyway” After seeing Stephanie go off, Y/n bolted for the bedroom, even after all the comforting words from her friend; she still couldn’t help but feel unwanted and ugly. Would Henry find her pretty again if she let him fuck Chloe? Fuck, just the thought of it haunted Y/n’s thoughts, her man had always told her that he was only for her, and that she was only for him. There is no Chloe in the equation.

- Back To Present -

“A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

Henry growled holding the napkin and seeing some random number beside it. “I-I” Y/n couldn’t even get words out without sobs shaking her whole body, leading Henry to pull her onto his lap as he sat against the headboard, one hand cupping her face gently while the other cupped his baby miracle. “Calm down sweetpea, tell daddy what happened to your n’ our miracle today”

“W-well we all went t-to that cafe b-by the s-square” She stopped, crying again

“S’okay sugar pie, breathe with me, m’right here and m’not lettin’ ya go” He whispered kissing her cheek softly, the hand one her stomach sneaking around and grabbing a cheek full of ass, making her squeak and gasp. “C-Chloe said t-that because i-i’m pregnant, you wouldn’t find-find me pretty a-anymore, a-and that I should l-let ya b-be with her for a-a night” She explained nuzzling into his palm, his thumb running over her cheek affectionately.

“Are ya fuckin’ crazy, you are the g’damn sexiest thing on this planet sweetpea, my sweet gorgeous wife. You’re takin’ care of our little baby in there, how could ya not be more beautiful? Ya shoulda jus told them we still fuck every night like rabbits-“

“Stoppp, s’embarrassing, b-but then why’d you offer t-to help me shave?”

“Cause baby bun, I know you’re not a grower, n’ I had an idea for ya”

“o-oh I see” She said now realising that her thoughts were jus messin’ with her, “I get so worried cus a forget how fast ya mind is runnin’, ya gotta keep me in the loop sugar, cause you’re mine” He explained leaning in and kissing her wet lips, his hands grasping her waist, kneading her skin.

“I-I know, m’sorry, she j-jus really freaked m-me out. C-cause you’re m-mine and I don’t w-want ya l-lookin’ at anyone else” She explained, Henry smirking at her shy nature, the way she shuffled closer ok his lap, her arms clasping around his neck. “Now ya understand how I get baby, we just need each other n’ no one else” He said lowly, his lips pulled up into an almost eerie smile, as he then stood up from the bed and walked them both towards the bathroom.

Nodding at his words she giggled at the cold feeling of the bathroom counter underneath her thighs, just letting her wild man of a husband rip off her underwear, his electric trimmer already laid out on the side. “W-what was your i-idea?” Her hips bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit slightly before turning on the trimmer, if her stomach wasn’t already huge she would have looked herself. “You’ll see baby bun, jus ta remind ya, of me” He laughed skilfully moving the trimmer around, with Y/n giggling every time he leant forward and kissed her inner thighs or her stomach, he just could not keep his hands off her.

“W-will you help me, r-rinse off after?” With her lips puckered out waiting for a kiss, Henry stood up, letting her suck on his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away teasingly: he had already planned on rinsing her off himself anyway. Lifting her onto the shower bench, he rinsed off her freshly shaven pussy, clearly proud at the thing he had engraved onto her nestle of curls. The letter ‘H’

“What ya think baby, are ya mine or what?” He sang snapping a picture of her pussy and showing it to her, it wasn’t unusual that during sex he would simply take pictures of him leaking out of her, or the faces she would make whenever he was cumming right inside her warm centre. “ I-I love it, m’all yours” She giggled watching him pat her dry with his towel, following him as he led her back into their bedroom, softly setting her on top of the array of cushions and blankets.

“Who made this blanket baby?” He said holding up a woollen baby blue blanket, “M-me” She whispered watching him pull up her dress over her body, leaving her body naked in front of him, his precious masterpiece. “Mhm ya made it for us, n’ our little gemstone, our little family. No one else” He grumbled kissing up her stomach, smiling every time his baby kicked up at him, he couldn’t wait to find out the gender in a weeks time.

“Our little family” She whispered, trying to hold back a smile as Henry peppered hundreds of kisses up her body, his hands grasping at her growing tits, kissing at her nipples and watching them harden. Every night Henry would treat her to a nice breast massage, claiming it would help the milk come in faster, now was that true? Y/n didn’t know but any excuse to have him touch her was a welcomed one. Frankly Henry didn’t know either.

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight sugar pie, m’ gonna make love to my gorgeous pregnant wife, who is the most amazin’ woman av’ ever seen” He whispered directly into her ear, kissing the shell of it as he felt her hands splayed out on his chest. “R-really?”

“Mhm going to take it nice n’ slow, love on every single parta you, n’ show ya jus’ how much ya mean to me” Looking into her widened doe eyes, he gave her an eskimo kiss, then let their lips meet in a slow, long passionate kiss. Their lips simply feeling each other, their tongues gently massaging each other as she whimpered against him. “Love you so much, my baby bun, all obedient n’ beautiful; my wife, mother of my baby”

“I-I love you too, can’ wait to m-meet our little m-miracle” She hiccuped pushing forward for their lips to meet again, whining when Henry pulled away and turned her body so he could spoon her, placing a soft pillow underneath her bump to make sure she was comfortable. “Ya comfy momma?” “Mhm, miss holdin’ y-you though” She whispered, gasping when she felt Henry’s hand intertwined with hers, his head settled into the crook of her neck; his warm breath fanning her neck to make sure she knew he was with her. He was staying.

He whispered that he was momentarily going to let go of her hand to prepare her for him, his hands lifting her leg up slightly, to allow his hand to venture in massage her slick set of lips gently; her soft gasps and whimpers causing her to nuzzle back into his chest. His athletic shorts were easily shrugged off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock already slipping itself through her folds. Y/n whined opening and closing her hand, clearly wanting to hold his again, smiling in relief as he held onto hers tightly.

Both of them breathing out as she took him inch by inch, bottoming out inside her as his balls rested against her ass, with Y/n holding Henry’s hand close to her chest; kissing his knuckles every so often. “Love this pretty pussy a’ yours, always so welcoming n’ warm, all for your husband isn’t it?”

“A-all for you, m-my husband” She whispered softly bucking her hips to let him know he could start going, and within seconds his hips started rolling against hers, slowly and deeply reaching every inch inside of her; dare I say he even poked her womb a few times with how deep he was going. Taking his hand he reached under his pillow and retrieved his phone, angling it in front of Y/n as he kissed her neck sloppily, taking a photo of her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her mouth agape and drooling onto Henry’s arm under her head.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well for me, so prouda ya” He whispered dropping his phone, his hand landing onto her tits, grasping both of them in the middle of her chest, rubbing both nipples in a circular direction; his cock stuffed into her velvety walls, his rhythm staying the same. “F-feel you so deep, t-too good” She breathed out cupping her stomach which was now bouncing along with his thrusts, which caught Henry’s eyes as he then cupped the bottom of her stomach. That photo was definitely going to be his phone wallpaper

“Who knocked you up? Who got you this full n’ swollen?”

“Y-you did daddy, f-fuck, feel so full” She moaned, his hands rubbing up and down her stomach lovingly, the fact that she was holding his baby just made her that more irresistible to him; she was taking care of the perfect mix of them both, their baby miracle. “You dare call yourself ugly, you wouldn’t call our baby ugly would ya? So why would call its home ugly? You’re protectin’ them with this beautiful haven inside ya baby, you’re amazin’” He whispered, his hands flowing down to her pussy, feeling the pattern of the H, his fingers found her precious little clit, rubbing the sensitive button until he felt her clench around his length. “These beautiful tits are gonna feed and nourish our baby, n’ maybe me sometimes, how can you say they’re not sexy as fuck; how you’re able to do all these things naturally, as my woman” He joked nipping her shoulder, feeling her giggle and her hole clench at the idea of her own husband sucking on her hardened nipples.

“Can feel you gettin’ close honey” He whispered watching her face turn to the side, her hand reaching around to his head, her lips pushing his into an open mouthed tongue kiss; his thumb lovingly wiping her drool covered chin, his thrusts not letting down. “b-baby, beautiful, f-family” She said clearly cockdrunk, muttering out words that she had heard from her husband, “Yeah baby that’s right, now do ya think ya can let go for daddy?” He cooed letting her nuzzle her head back into her cushion, his smile softening at her smile and at the way her hand instantly reached to hold his.

“Am’ gonna cum H-Hen”

“S’okay sugar babe, m’ gonna cum too, together okay?”

Henry picked up the pace just for her, her whines and whimpers getting louder until finally he felt her creamy onto his cock, his own juices spurting inside her; causing her to breathe out happily at the warm stuffy feeling inside of her. “I love you, don’t ever fuckin’ doubt that, you have a nasty thought in your pretty head? You tell me n’ i’ll sort it out” He growled kissing her cheek as he turned her to lay on her back, with him propped up on his elbow as he traced over her stomach. “What are ya t-tracin’?”

“Hearts, so our mini baby bun knows what love looks like” He chuckled finishin’ his tracin’ looking up to his wife’s eyes, with her getting all giddy and smiley at his confession. “I-I already love ‘em so much, g-gon dress them so p-pretty. N’ w-we can play i-in the fields w-with them” She giggled playing with his fingers which were on her chest, the post sex haze doing nothing but accentuating their love for each other. “Pretty like their gorgeous momma” Henry whispered pecking her lips once more before he remembered something.

“Now how about I show ya somethin’, ya don’t havta walk, ill carry ya” He whispered as she nodded, the both of them trodding to the end of the long hallway towards his work room, her eyes widening at the site of two wooden bassinets sitting at the corner of the room. “Y-you made this for mini bun?! B-but why two?” She wondered looking up at his deep blue eyes, “m’ preparin’ for the next one bunny”

“t-two babies” She giggled whispering to herself at the idea of her big gruff husband handling two tiny tots at once, watching him dote on them like the protective man he was. “Mhm m’ gonna keep ya barefoot n’ pregnant, like ya this way baby bun, all swollen an’ big for me” He gruffed nuzzling his rough bearded cheek against her soft one, “Told ya, you don’t need those stupid friends a’ yours when you’ve got me sugar, m’all ya need and our mini bun right ‘ere”

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PSA: Hope this is all good! I wanted to show a more emotional and loving side to their relationship 🫶 But still sprinkle a bit of dark!manipulative!Henry

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[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Midoriya Izuku

A/n: Finally it's done T^T. Literally I think this is attempt 6 and I still don't like it compared to the others </3

Izuku angst is definitely not my strong suit :')

Hope you enjoy it <33

Info: angst to fluff/comfort | 589 words

Warnings!: Mention of arguing, flinching, and crying. Please let me know if I miss any <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Izuku's world crashed as he saw you flinch away from him, body trembling as your hands stayed close to your chest.

That's when he noticed that Full Cowling was activated. Horror shook Izuku to the core as he stared down at his activated quirk.

'Y-y/n I- I-" Izuku muttered, eyes tearing up as he looked at your shaking form.

"I-Izuku can you just- let me be alone please- I.. need some time alone."

Izuku shakingly nodded as he made his way to the kitchen, tears falling down his face as he slid to the floor, staring at his arm lividly.

~~

After texting Izuku that you were going to a friend's house, you got your phone, wallet, and keys before heading over to your best friend's house; Mina Ashido.

~

Stepping out of the car you make your way to Mina's apartment, knocking on the door.

"Coming~!" Her cheerful voice called, already starting to calm you down.

As the door opened Mina immeditely noticed your mood and smiled at you knowingly, pulling you into her apartment before shutting her front door.

"Did you and Midoriya san get into a fight?" Mina asked, pulling you to her couch before heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah.. I put myself in danger to help him and he got really mad, we argued and then his quirk set off- and I flinched. I wasn't scared of him per say, but I was frighted by the sudden appearance of his quirk.. I told him I needed to be alone, and then texted him that I was going to a friends' place." You whimper, snuggling into the decorative pillows of Mina's couch.

"Aww I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I just thought some space would be good and wanted to talk to a friend.."

"Well I'm all ears! Talk to me all you want~!"

"Thank you.. what are you doing in the kitchen by the way?"

"I'm making cookies for you~!" Mina giggled, causing you to genuiningly smile.

"You're too sweet." You smile, yawning at your sleepiness.

"You can go to sleep if you want to~. I'll put the cookies away. Well there's the couch, you'll always have a spot in the spare room, and if you want to you can sleep in my bed so you're a lot more comfortable."

"Thanks.. I'll just sleep here.. it's so cozy."

"Okay, sleep well~!"

"Mhmmm"

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It was around two in the afternoon when you made your way back home, already feeling a lot better due to Mina's brightness and input.

Walking in, you were quite suprised to see Izuku asleep on the kitchen floor, tear stains marking his freckled cheeks.

Leaning down to his level, you shake him gently, not wanting him to be even more sore for work.

"Zuku baby, you need to get off the floor." You coo, brushing his fluffy hair away from his face before stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Five more minutes.." Izuku grumbled, causing you to giggle softly.

"Okay, you can sleep more but you need to get to bed, or the couch at the very least."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes cuddles!" You giggle, causing Izuku to peek up at you, looking up at your face through his lashes.

"Wait... last night I-"

"Shhh we can talk later."

"But-"

"Please, just cuddle me."

~

After your nap you both had a discussion about the argument, and talked about you risking your life civilly.

After figuring everything out you shared a long embrace, lots and lots of kisses, and close to a thousand 'I love you's.

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[malarign]

Can I request y/n ignoring jungwon as a prank but then he ends up getting really emotional about it because he had a bad day? 🥹

prank

(when you prank him and he gets emotional)

contains: idolbf!Jungwon x gn!reader | genre: angst with a fluffy ending | tw! crying, mention of feeling anxious | wc: 0,7

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: thank you for requesting anon! sorry for taking a little bit longer than usual, but i hope you’ll like it ☺️

When your friend challenged you to prank Jungwon you already had a bad feeling about it. You knew how hard he worked and your heart broke at the sight of his drained body and exhausted expression whenever he came over to your apartment, that’s why you were hesitant to pull an ignoring prank on him. Another things is, you never actually ignored him. Every time you argued, you both solved problems rather maturely using communication and honesty, so you were quite scared of his reaction. But curiosity of response was overshadowing the fear of hurting him.

That’s how, the second you heard the front door opening, you sat on the couch with a phone in your hand, pulling the most untouched expression you could.

“Hi Y/nie,” Jungwon said, his voice quiet from fatigue. Hearing the sound of it you almost raised from the couch to run up to him, but held back. Not hearing any response Jungwon frowned and called you again. “Y/n? Are you home?”

Hearing his steps become closer to the living room you started your act. Jungwon sighed in relief seeing you, in a moment that he needed you the most. He sat next to you and tried to take your hand into his, a habit he developed a while ago. He would play with your fingers to show you he needed your attention at that exact moment. You liked whenever he did that, but you brushed off the thought of stopping the prank and took your hand away. In a corner of your eye, you noticed he furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. Jungwon decided to try to at least lay his head on your shoulder, in seek of your comfort, but you once again gave him a brush off.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked in pure confusion. “If I have done something that made you mad I’m sorry, but please tell me what it is,” he pleaded. Not breaking the character you played you kept on playing with your phone. Not getting any response from you, Jungwon just lowered his head and stood up. “I’ll go take a shower now,” he announced quietly, hint of sadness in his voice.

Once you heard the water running you bit your lips, deciding to stop ignoring him. You went to your bedroom and prepared the bed to lay down and watch something with him, just like you always do. Unlike usual he finished pretty quickly. You waited for him to come out, but instead you heard quiet sobs.

“Won?” You softly knocked at the bathroom door. Jungwon unlocked it almost immediately, the sight made you regret everything. “Oh no, Wonnie,” you said and pulled him into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your body against his he started crying, not even trying to fight back tears.

“Whatever I did, I’m really sorry, but please don’t ignore me,” he cried, his shaking body making you feel terrible.

“Won, you did nothing, it was supposed to be a prank. It’s me who should be sorry. Forgive me, please” you said, guilt eating your guts. He shook his head, unable to say anything.

Once he calmed down a little you sat on your bed and he laid his head comfortably on your lap.

“Did something happen today at work?” you asked tangling your fingers in his hair, he answered with a nod.

“I’ve been pretty anxious recently, because of our comeback. I don’t feel prepared, and I really don’t wanna let anybody down,” he said, occasional voice cracks accompanying him.

“Won, you should’ve told me. You work so hard everyday. I’m sure you’ll own this comeback,” you spoke, remembering how unmatched his energy was when they were rehearsing their new title song.

He looked up at you and asked: “You think so?”

“I am never wrong,” you said confidently putting an accent on third word. This made a smile creep on his face. He got up and threw himself at you, laughing on the way down. You let out a yelp in shock, but when he buried his face in a crook of your neck you just closed your eyes and wrapped him in your embrace once again.

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[brights-place]

Hey🙏 idk if you write for Delta Dawn but if you do could you write Delta Dawn x Rock Troll Reader? thank u if you do and have a good day/afternoon/night!

Delta Dawn X Rock! S/O

A/N: Thank you for the request like always!! also NGl delta is soooo cool Im not a big fan of country but I love her character and her design!! Did your boots stop workin did your truck break down? MY BAD MY BAD

Pairings: Delta Dawn X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Delta speaking in tongues aka country slang - When she first met you she judged you fast for being a rock troll but you were... different for some reason well to her at least - As a Rock Troll you had always been tolerant and accepting of differences of other trolls appreciating the diversity that came with the various music styles and cultures even before the rock world tour - Your laid-back personality and rockin attuitde always contrasted well with others mostly with Delta who was always having a sassy attitude and being a southern lover like she was - Though delta loved you either way southern or not cause she always see's you constantly complimenting her showering her with praise and appreciation whenever you got the chance as she does the same - Teaches you country slang as you stare at her with the msot bewildered look like she just spoke in a foreign tongue - You two would rock out together well you would rock out as she would just play her usual country music creating country rock - Both of you smiling at each other sweetly and lovingly as delta would always kiss your cheek when your both done playing as you stared at her with a lovesick gaze giggling. - "Don't be scare bumpkin'! My precious (name) is one of the best in town and you won't find someone like them! Their like a needle in a hay stack, they are!" Delta smiled softly "And I was the lucky one to find that needle" - She would ask about rock trolls and you would ask about country trolls seeing what you two could compare and learn from the other - You asked about delta and all about country trolls whenever you were wondering and she explained some common values and beliefs often associated with Western societies include individualism, democracy, human rights, the rule of law, freedom of speech, equality, and a strong emphasis on personal and economic freedom and you stared at her in awe as she tuned her banjo - When she heard you say "So Its hillbilly music?" literally you had to run away as she chased you around with a lasso - Delta would sometimes glare at you frustrated with your laid-back attitude stating how you didn't take things as seriously as she did as She would be annoyed and playfully smack your arm or rolling her eyes as you smile at her sweetly - watching her play her banjo is always so fun! finding her fingers dancing across the strings mesmerizing. - But you struggled to keep up when she played country music, and her attempts to teach you country slang often left you bewildered all the time as you stare "Delta I love you... but what the glowing glitter sparkles are you talking about?" Delta raised a brow at what you said "Branch taught me some pop troll curses" - She would often try to make you wear a cowboy hat or other Southern-style accessories no matter how ridiculous you thought they looked as she argued how she let you dress her up as a rock troll once which you whined at her - Whenever you two practiced music together, it often turned into a playful battle of rock vs. country which was always fun - Delta loves her crazy chotic and laid back rock troll partner with her whole heart and she would always love you

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[niki-phoria]

Hey, it’s me again!

Haven’t been able to send requests for a while because of school and writing the fanfic, but can you do enha x tall!m!reader where enha wheres your clothes (like shirt or hoodie) and you asks “is that my shirt/hoodie?”

Thank u!

- 🕊️

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - they wear your clothes

includes: masc reader, taller reader kinda implied, lots of fluff, mix of them stealing reader's clothes and him just giving them to enha, boyfriend/hyung used in niki's, written with male reader in mind

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) this idea was really cute and i'm actually really proud of a lot of these <33

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⋆｡°✩ heeseung

you wrap your hand around the cup of iced coffee you had ordered for heeseung, occasionally sipping on your own drink as you patiently awaited the other man’s arrival. your eyes remain fixated on the door, watching as people continue to drift in and out of the small shop. 

you’re about to reach over to grab your phone when the door is suddenly pushed open once again. you excitedly sit up in your seat as heeseung quickly scans the cafe before he spots you. he apologetically smiles as he wanders over to you, quickly sliding into the seat across from you. 

“i’m so sorry, there was more traffic than i was expecting,” he says. 

“it’s fine,” you say, handing one of the cups over to him. “i ordered your favourite.”

heeseung smiles brightly as he gratefully takes the cup from your hand. “you’re too good to me, y/n,” he murmurs.

you pause, reaching over to tug at the sleeve of his shirt. a soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as your eyes scan the rest of his outfit - taking in the sight of your boyfriend wearing your clothing. “is this mine?”

“yeah,” he whispers. he raises a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck - a nervous habit. despite the black mask covering half of his face, you can still see the deep flush slowly spreading across his cheeks. “i hope you don’t mind. it reminded me of you.”

“of course not,” you chuckle, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss against his temple. “i’m more upset that you look better in my clothes than i do.”

“aish,” heeseung chuckles, playfully swatting at your shoulder. “come on. let’s go.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

a soft gasp escapes your lips when your phone begins loudly ringing from beside you. setting your work aside, you prop the device up against a nearby cup before swiping to answer the call.

“jay!” you smile brightly. an immediate feeling of comfort fills you at the sight of him, despite it being over a face-time call. 

“hi love.” you watch as he sets his own phone against a nearby wall, showing off the extravagant hotel room he would be temporarily staying in. you squint, leaning in to look at jay’s clothing once again. he’s wearing a familiar oversized t-shirt - one that you had bought while shopping together only a few weeks before. one that had mysteriously gone missing when jay left for the tour. 

a flustered smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the idea of jay wearing your clothes. jay cocks his head in confusion, momentarily glancing off screen before chuckling softly. “you know, whenever you notice something you start leaning in and squinting to confirm if you’re right. so, what did you find?”

“is that my shirt?”

jay glances down at his clothing for a second before glancing away from the camera. despite the somewhat low quality, you can see the way his cheeks flush slightly. “...maybe,” he mumbles. 

“you’re so cute, jay,” you chuckle. “next time, come ask me before you leave. i’ll let you bring a few hoodies along too.”

jay turns back to face the camera, still softly smiling at you. despite the thin layer of makeup still coating his face you can just barely see the slowly deepening flush spreading across his cheeks. “really? you’d do that for me?”

“of course. i love you, jay.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

⋆｡°✩ jake

jake startles awake when a loud crack of lightning flashes, illuminating your previously dark room for a few seconds. a low roar of thunder is quick to follow; the murky clouds hanging around the sky all day finally making their presence known. 

you sleepily push yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. after a few seconds of momentary confusion, you reach out to grab your phone from your coffee table. “did we fall asleep?” jake asks, leaning over your shoulder. 

“i guess so,” you murmur. “it wasn’t supposed to storm until later.”

jake stands up, wandering over to push the blinds of your window open. overwhelming droplets of rain roll down the glass, pooling on the concrete sidewalk below in the beginning of a small flood. the outside world is coated in a thick layer of distortion blocking the view. “maybe i should call my manager.”

you nod. “i don’t want you going out until the storm lets up. i’ll go get you a change of clothes.” he hums in agreement before retreating back into the living room. you jog into your bedroom to grab a change of clothes before handing them to him. 

jake emerges from your bathroom a few minutes later with a flustered smile. your t-shirt hangs loosely around jake’s frame; your sweatpants occasionally drag against the floor with each step he takes. “how do i look?” he asks, joking twirling around.

“incredible,” you smile. he wanders back over to the couch before leaning back against your chest. you wrap your arms around his waist with a soft smile. “like always.”

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

your concerned gaze falls towards sunghoon once again, watching as he uncomfortably rubs his hands against the exposed skin of his forearms in a poor attempt to warm himself up. even from a distance you can see the goosebumps arising along his bare skin and the shivers occasionally racking their way through his body. 

“excuse me,” you mumble, momentarily slipping away from your conversation and wandering towards his side. sunghoon smiles softly when you approach. 

your eyebrows furrow in concern when you notice his hands are slowly becoming red from the prolonged exposure to the cold. “you’re shivering,” you mumble, wrapping his hands between the fabric of your sleeves. despite the uncomfortable feeling of his cool skin pressed against yours, you begin rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm him up. “i thought i reminded you to bring a jacket.”

“i meant to, but niki asked to borrow mine,” sunghoon sheepishly smiles. true to his word, the younger boy is wearing a large white hoodie you recognize seeing in his closet before.

turning your attention back to sunghoon, you release his hands in favor of wrapping your arms around his waist. the streetlights above cast just enough light to expose his flushed cheeks. 

you silently slip your arms out of the sleeves of your own hoodie before tugging the fabric off entirely. sunghoon watches in confusion for a second as you readjust it before gently pushing it down over his head. “what are you doing?” he chuckles, though he slips his arms into the sleeves nonetheless; a furious blush spreads across his cheeks. 

you lean in to press a chaste kiss against his flushed face. “you were cold,” you simply shrug.

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

from your position laying back against the couch, you open your arms widely for sunoo to stumble into. he lets a tired sigh escape his lips as he collapses against your body. 

“i missed you,” sunoo tiredly mumbles.

“i missed you too, honey,” you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “how was the show?”

“it was good.” sunoo pushes himself up slightly so he’s looking up at you. “milan was gorgeous.”

“i know,” you chuckle. “thank you for all of the pictures.”

sunoo shifts slightly so his arms are fully wrapped around your torso, keeping you trapped against the couch. “i bought a new pair of jeans earlier.”

“really?” he hums. you move your hand underneath his chin, tilting his face up slightly. a teasing smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “will you model them for me?” he playfully swats at your shoulder, complaints falling from his lips for a few seconds before he stands up nonetheless. you eagerly follow his lead, adjusting your position on the couch to sit up fully. 

sunoo twirls around your living room, showing off the boot-cut blue jeans. “wow!” you cheer, applauding for your boyfriend. “you’re so handsome!”

he chuckles at the praise, hiding his face behind his hand as he walks back over to stand in front of you. you cock your head in confusion for a moment before reaching up to tug at the sleeve of his hoodie. “is this mine?”

“it reminded me of you,” sunoo sheepishly smiles. “i hope you don’t mind.”

“of course not,” you smile, tugging him back down into a hug. “i love it when you wear my clothes.”

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

a soft yawn escapes your lips as you sleepily stumble out of your shared bedroom as you make your way towards the kitchen. jungwon stands at the countertop still in the middle of preparing breakfast for the two of you. an oversized hoodie hangs loosely around his frame. the sleeves have been pushed up to pool around his elbows; eyes flickering between the bowl of pancake batter and the instructions on the box.

your lips quirk upwards into a soft smile as you lean back against the wall to admire your boyfriend. his hair is still disheveled from sleep - strands sticking up at odd angles and occasionally falling into his face. 

a few minutes pass before you push off of the wall, wandering into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around jungwon’s waist. he startles slightly at the unexpected feeling before relaxing against your touch. “good morning jagi.” 

you hum in acknowledgement, leaning your body weight against his back. your hands slip underneath the thick fabric to rest against jungwon’s hips; an amused smile tugging at your lips. “is this my hoodie?”

jungwon lowers his head down slightly in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. you lean in so strands of your hair brush against the exposed skin of his neck, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. your lips just barely brush against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. you press a final kiss against his cheek before resting your head against the crook of his shoulder. 

“keep it,” you whisper. “it looks better on you anyways.”

⋆｡°✩ niki

“did you ask heeseung-hyung if you can stay over?” you ask, stretching your body out beside niki. 

“heeseung-hyung and my manager,” he nods, momentarily setting his phone aside. “do you mind if i borrow some clothes? i forgot to bring any of mine.”

“of course not.” you push yourself to sit up, quickly rummaging through your closet for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for niki to change into. he accepts the clothing with a grateful smile before disappearing into your bathroom for a few minutes.

you poorly stifle a small chuckle under your breath when niki emerges from your bathroom, now wearing a pair of your sweatpants and one of your t-shirts. the fabric hangs loosely off of his shoulders; the fabric stopping around his thighs. 

“what’s so funny?” he asks, stalking over towards you. 

“nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly. niki waits for you to turn your attention away from him before pouncing onto you. he pins your body against the bed; his hands trailing to your sides before he mercilessly begins trailing his fingers against the most sensitive parts of your body. 

“niki!” you yell. your body racks with laughter as you squirm underneath him. 

“what was so funny?” he repeats, a smile tugging at his own lips. 

“okay, okay, i’ll tell you!” niki relents, though his hands remain resting against your hips - ready to attack at any moment. “you just look really short in my clothes,” you chuckle.

niki lets out a faux offended gasp, bringing a hand up to press against his heart. “short!” he repeats. “i can’t believe you! my own boyfriend!” 

“okay, okay, don’t be a baby about it,” you chuckle, playfully pushing him to lay down beside you. niki smiles when you lean in, catching his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. “i still love you. short or not.”

[whore-era]

under the weather

☁︎ ellie williams x fem!reader ☁︎ fluff ☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes care of her sick girlfriend. ☁︎ a/n: my first ellie fic! let me know how u guys like it, reblogs and comments r much much appreciated! ☁︎ word count: 1,475

“babe! open up!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you muttered, tightening the blanket wrapped around you.

opening the front door, a gust of crisp, frigid wind blew in your face inducing a full-body shiver. stepping inside the foyer of your house, ellie gave you a confused look as she leaned down to greet you with a kiss on your forehead. 

“why’re you still in your pjs? we start patrol in 45 minutes,” she asked. about to answer her question, you let out a deafening sneeze. 

“i know, babe. i’m sorry- i- i woke up late this morning and, you know, i’m still trying to wake up a little bit but i’m feeling a bit-,” you pause to sneeze, “-a bit groggy.”

you use your long sleeve shirt to wipe your nose, and as disgusting as that was, you couldn’t be bothered to care. your head was pounding, your throat was sore, and your nose was all red and runny. it was obvious you’ve seen better days. 

“just give me 10 m-minutes, els. i’ll be dressed for patrol,” you murmured, attempting to reassure ellie with a weak smile. 

you should’ve known she was smarter than that. she took one look at you—still in your pajamas with messy hair and a blanket cocooning your frame—and determined that you wouldn’t be going anywhere; knowing that if you were to step out of the warmth of your home into the freezing, jackson winter, you’d probably pass out. 

“oh, no. you will not be getting dressed, little lady, let alone going to patrol,” she raised a brow at you, and her cold hands made their way to cup your cheeks. the unexpected chill of her palms on your face evoked a wince from you. 

“fuck, baby, you’re burning up,” she cooed at you, “you’re in no shape to be leaving this house today.” 

“then what are we gonna-,” sneeze, “-do?”, you look up at her with glossy eyes. her green orbs soften and she lets out an apprehensive sigh.

“well, i’m gonna go let jesse know that we won’t be going to patrol today,” your brows furrowed in confusion. did she say ‘we’? 

“what do you mean ‘we’?”, you asked, your voice coming out all congested and muffled. 

“uh, yeah. you think i’m gonna let my favorite girl stay here all alone?”, ellie narrowed her eyes, “especially while she’s sick?” 

“els, i can take care of myself just fine,“ you countered, “just have jesse or dina take my place instead. i don’t want you seeing me all ugly and germy and gross.”

she let out one of her award-winning laughs, “you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, even if you’re quote-unquote ‘germy and gross’,” “besides, it’d bug me all day knowing i left you alone while you weren’t feeling good.”

“but-“ you began, but before you had time to interject, your girlfriend interrupted you.

“no buts, you know damn well you would do the same for me, baby.” ellie walked over to you, taking your ice-cold hands into hers, squeezing them tenderly to warm them up. “let me take care of you.” 

of course, you couldn’t say no to her. the way she’s just so insistent on taking care of you, even when you’re all snotty-nosed and sneezy. it made your heart swell. 

“m’kay.” you gave in softly looking down at your feet, “i..i just feel bad, y’know? they need you out there.”

ellie’s finger lifted your chin up softly, your eyes meeting with her green ones. “i know, sweet girl. but right now, you need me in here.” she leans down and kisses you briefly on the lips, sending your heart in a frenzy, as all her kisses did.

“why don’t you go in your room and lay back down? yea, baby?” ellie instructed, “i’m gonna go real quick and tell jess the news. i’ll be back in a sec.” 

-

you weren’t sure when you woke up from your short nap, but by the time you did, ellie still hadn’t been back yet. it worried you a bit, and if you weren’t feeling so feeble and faint, you’d definitely be searching for her right now. 

so, there you were, sprawled out on your bed, blankets tangled between your legs every which way. your eyes shut closed, but your body sank into the silence, soothing you.

you hear the front door open and then close. god, if i’m about to be robbed, then this will be their easiest heist yet. you had no energy to even call out who it was. 

“babe? y’awake?”, ellie greets with a knock on your bedroom door. 

“mmm.” you managed to groan in response, you pick your head up and squint your eyes open, seeing that your girlfriend has changed her clothes into something a bit more comfortable—a hoodie with sweats—and that she has a bag in her hand. 

“what’s that?” you question, using your elbows to prop yourself up in bed. ellie walks over to you, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. she opens the bag and inside is a thermos, various snacks, tea bags, medicine, and a DVD. 

“i just thought i’d pick up some things for you. i mean— we’re gonna be here all day. didn’t wanna be unprepared,” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. you wrapped your arms around her tightly, “thank you.” you whispered. 

her arms wrapped around your waist, one of her hands rubbing your back soothingly, “it’s nothing. anything for you, sweet girl.”

as you sat in bed, watching the DVD ellie picked up, ellie took care of everything. 

turns out, maria made a batch of chowder for you after hearing that you were feeling under the weather. she also threw in some tea bags to help soothe the sore throat. ellie made sure you were bundled up like a baby, and had no complaints tending to you or cleaning up after your messes. 

now your head laid on her lap, both of you intent on the movie playing in front of you. you turned your head, admiring the way ellie’s eyes were so focused and how perfectly her freckles sprinkled her face. she looked down at you, catching you red-handed.

“what?” she asked, shakiness in her voice.

“nothing.” you murmured, your eyes still studying her. 

“y’sure?”

“yea,” you smiled, “i just like looking at you.” 

hues of pink faded onto her cheekbones and across her speckled nose, “well— stop.” 

“why?” 

ellie let out a nervous laugh, which was new to you. “because you’re making me nervous.” 

you smiled and rolled your eyes, “fine, fine.” but now ellie couldn’t stop looking at your face. she intently studied every detail; the wisps of your eyelashes, the curves of your nose, the way the soft glow of the TV illuminated your face, the shape of your lips. it was like she was seeing you for the first time all over again. falling in love with you all over again. 

ellie didn't care if your hair was all over the place or if your nose was red from rubbing it all day. she didn't give a fuck if you were dressed down, or if you sounded 'weird'. even in your sickest state, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl this universe had to offer.

she bent her head down, planting yet another warm kiss on your lips. 

“you’ve got to stop kissing me before you get sick, silly goose.” you contended, eliciting a laugh from her. 

“if i were to get sick for every time i kissed you, put me in the hospital,” ellie joked. you snorted and rolled your eyes, “ha ha, nice one.” 

you got up, and sat against the headboard of your bed next to her. “seriously though, els. thank you for doing all of this for me,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “no one’s really ever done this for me before.” you looked down at your hands, beginning to feel all shy in front of her now. it was a habit, avoiding eye contact with ellie everytime you were opening up to her. it made you feel vulnerable and anxious. 

“hey, look at me,” she lifts your chin up, your eyes meeting hers again, “what’d i tell you?” 

ellie’s eyes studied yours, “i’ll always take care of you. as long as you’re with me, i’ll be the one taking care of you.” no doubt was in her voice. 

“‘kay, sweet girl?”, she asked, and you nodded. ellie smiled at you and her lips pressed against your cheek. 

“i love you.” your heart warmed up and your stomach erupted with butterflies. it always took you by surprise how much of an effect ellie had on your body. 

“i love you, ellie.” 

[thebestpumkin]

title - all that was necessary.

pairing - chuuya nakahara x reader

word count - 383

a/n at the bottom!

"i can't sleep"

A single message was all that was necessary for a certain Port Mafia executive to be summoned up to your residence. You'd think he was harder to just call up, right? Well, the engine being parked in front of your apartment certainly said otherwise. You stayed there enjoying the comfort of your bed, because you knew he'd come to you. He always did.

A single message was all that was necessary for there to be a shadowy figure at your window sporting a lopsided grin. It was all that was necessary for there to be a gloved hand knocking on your window at the high hours of the morning.

And a single knock was all that was necessary for you, sporting a tired grin in return, to get up and open the window and pull Chuuya Nakahara into a kiss. Gentle as ever, with your hands cradling his face and his hands finding purchase on your back. A few moments passed before you pulled away, seeing the wonder and love in your gaze mirrored in his own. More shared grins.

"Did you make me come here at 3 in the morning just to kiss me by your window?" He whispered with a small chuckle. You gave a coy smile before pulling him in. "Get in here before someone sees you. They'll think you're breaking in or something." You whispered instead, the executive now standing in your bedroom. He laughed softly before pulling you into another kiss, just as loving and soft as the first. He pulled away and stared at you, pure adoration shining in his eyes. You nodded toward your bed, a silent signal to go cuddle up and sleep. He took your hand and led you to lay down with him.

He wriggled, finding a comfortable position for himself and let you rest your head on his chest. He began to slowly press gentle kisses to your hairline, the motion comforting, inviting, and so so soft. Your eyes drooped, exhaustion finally hitting all at once.

"I love you."

He murmured softly, burying his face into your hair.

"I love you too, my Chuuya."

You whisper in turn.

And that was all that was necessary to get the two tired lovers to doze off, happily in each other's arms.

pumkin speaks: it's me again! and here's a little something i wrote. pretty short, maybe a little shitty, but we live and we learn, right? any feedback would be greatly appreciated, and so would reblogs and likes! i really want to get back into my little groove of writing. i honestly adore chuuya, and ik a lot of yall do too. i hope this is good enough for u guys, since there's a lot of super talented writers under these tags. well, til next time (hopefully soon)!

also lookie! i found a little divider online! its adorable!! credits to r0se-designs

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Golden Hour

The breeze was warm, blowing the leaves in the trees softly -- through their hair, wild and spread on the ground, lighter and darker brown strands mixing together against the green of the grass.

“Eds?” Steve said, breaking their long, comfortable silence. These had become a regular thing for them, for Steve and Eddie -- to just sit together, lay still, listen to the world, to each other. It didn’t matter where as long as they were together.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie looked over at him, smile on his face.

“I like us.” Steve said, now meeting Eddie’s eyes, watching Eddie raise an eyebrow. “You. In a strange way, you’re calm. Good. You’re loud as hell sometimes, yeah, but sometimes you’re like this. And… you’re good at it.”

Eddie turned over on his side, fully facing Steve now – Steve deciding to do the same.

“You too, Steve-o. You’re calm, I mean. I like it.” Eddie paused to look at Steve’s eyes. “We’re kinda different. You’re more quiet than me, and I’m ‘loud as hell’ as you said.” He said with air quotes -- only with one hand, as he was leaning in the other. “But it’s good that we’re different, I think. We balance each other out, y’know?” Eddie smiled.

Eddie’s smile, Steve thought, was the greatest thing in the world. He wasn’t sure how he had gone so long without it. The only reason he’d want to not see Eddie’s beautiful, resplendent smile would be if he were closing his eyes to kiss it.

Steve had never thought that before. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking it, but he liked the thought of it-- of kissing those lips, but only because they belonged to Eddie.

“I think so too, Eds.” Steve smiled back.

Eddie reached forward, tucking Steve’s hair behind his hair, the breeze pushing strands back in front of it. The wind hadn’t picked up or let down the whole day that the two had been together, until now -- The leaves dappled with golden sunlight swayed with the wind, dancing together, to their song, the wind and the trees.

Steve giggled and Eddie’s smile widened as he caressed Steve’s cheek, shuffling closer to him.

“Stevie?” Eddie whispered.

“Yeah?” Steve breathed out sweetly.

“Can I-”

“Yes.” Steve leaned closer, bringing the hand not holding him up to Eddie’s jaw, tilting his head as he did. 

Eddie brought his head closer to Steve’s, the hand cradling Steve’s cheek moving towards the back of his head, moving Steve’s head closer to his own, tilting his own head to fit faultlessly. Bliss, Steve thought, pure and utter bliss.

The kiss was slow, it was calm, it was them. Their lips parted from each other’s; smiling making it impossible to kiss the other. Eddie stood up, and held out his hand for Steve to grab. Pulling Steve up, the sun gave way to golden resplendence. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, the other hand reaching for Steve’s, intertwining the two. Steve’s empty hand falling on Eddie’s shoulder. The two boys’ smiles still wider than every ocean, Eddie started swaying the two of them, Steve then swaying along. They leaned closer together, not to kiss, but to feel like one person -- Both boys draped in golden sunshine swaying with each other, dancing together, their song playing softly on the radio they had brought with them, Eddie and Steve.

-

A/N: Helloo!! I hope u liked that, because i had the most wonderful time writing it!! excuse my over-usage of 'resplendent' it's just a gorgeous word and i feel like it fits the fic, esp with it being golden hour, and the word was just on my mind. but yeah!! a like or reblog would be SUPER DUPER appreciated!! thank you soso much for reading this :) have a good day!!

[hiyokuma]

Tsun... izumi..? | Izumi Sena

reblogs are appreciated ☆

Izumi sena x gn!reader - domestic fluff, light-hearted teasing.. just things I believe Sena would do around his partner ie put his hand on the corner of a table whenever you try to pick something up etc

dating Izumi Sena is an absolute dream, he has it all, from the pretty face to the golden heart, sure he loves to scold you! but that quality sits at the very top on your list, after all, how could anyone resist smiling when he scolds you for small things such as not cutting your nails properly? Especially when goes ahead and does it for you?

however Izumi Sena and his tsundereness is not an easy thing to understand at all, why does he call you stupid through the whole day but then kisses your forehead and make sure you’re all tucked in under the covers when he believes you’re asleep? why is it that he gets irritated at you for being clumsy and yet everytime u lean back, his hand flies behind you, just in case you fall? why does his hand fly to the corner of the table everytime you lean down to pick up something you dropped? and mostly, why does he only do these things only when he believes you won’t found out? what’s so bad about showing your love, to the person you love?

“AH Fuck!” something tells you trying to figure out Sena’s love language whist cooking was not the best idea, the something being a bleeding finger

“are you alright? oh god” Sena gasped out

“did you just .. jump off the last 3 stairs for this?” you spoke softly as he ran your hand under cold water

and all you could do whilst he fixed you up was just stare at him with a gentle smile, his bottom lip was held tightly between his teeth, and his eyes were squinting, making sure he’s disinfecting everything properly, and him leaning down slightly? gave him the cutest fluffed up bangs, so who could blame you when you decided to pat his head?

“y/n.” he spoke up, in a serious tone too, but why does he look so timid right now? is he perhaps shy? is this what all of this has been about so far?

“senasenaaa” u giggled at the nickname as he stood up straight

“you know this is all your fault right?” you continued on

“oh? how so? was my pretty face keeping your thoughts too occupied?” he leaned back against the wall smiling, almost smirking as he boasted about his pretty pretty face

“no actually, i was wondering why my boyfriend kisses my forehead every-night when he thinks i’m asleep but chooses to flick my forehead all the time during the day?” you deliberately chose on not mentioning him looking out for you since you knew he’d only flip it back on you by mentioning how clumsy you are

“.. you’ve gone so stupid that you’re hallucinating is all that i’m getting from this conversation” he spoke back, the tip of his ears going red

“oh is that so dear boyfriend?—” you interrogated whilst walking closer to him

“—or is it just that THE Izumi Sena might actually be shy when it comes to showing his love? or might be too shy to admit that the love of his life has him whipped?” you spoke teasingly, your hands on the sides of his face as you made him look at you, your noses almost touching now

“it’s not that.. see you’re already teasing me now!” he groaned and leaned back on the wall again

“aw is my baby shy? does he need a hug?” you laughed as you pulled him into a hug, his head on your shoulder as he continued groaning (whining)

“it’s not that i’m shy about being rejected by you, or that i don’t like admitting how in love i am with you, it’s just that scolding you and teasing you makes me feel closer to you, and it’s less scary to tease than be vulnerable, and not to ignore the fact that you look adorable when whining” he ranted on, mumbling the last part, his hands now placed on your waist, holding you tightly as his face warmed up at his own confessions

“ ‘zumi, you know you have my full attention at all times right? and besides, we already said we’re taking things slow, you don’t have to open up straight away andddd you don’t have to tease me to get my attention, although your teasing can be cute sometimes” you laughed softly whilst playing with his hair, his head still on your shoulder, face hidden away

“yeah yeah well! i hope you got your answer as to why your boyfriend is so hot and cold, can we eat now? and don’t go thinking you won’t be getting scolded for what you did to your finger today” he spoke up pushing himself off you, still refusing to make eye contact

“only if you to promise to cuddle me after dinner, with no teasing” you spoke looking back at the boy who was setting the table up

“hmm~ i’ll try my best klutz” he spoke back with a small and fairly timid smile on his face, erupting a giggle from both sides, maybe.. just maybe knowing that your boyfriend does all this to feel closer to you, just maybeee does something to your heart, he’s truly a dreamy boy huh..

[andydrysdalerogers]

Your Submissively - Flirtation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Experimentation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke before Belle.  He watched her sleep, hands folded under head, like an angel.  He smiled and softly kiss to her, trying not to wake her.  He pulled on some sweats and went to the kitchen.  He made them a coffee and heard Bucky come in. “Hey Buck.”  

“Hey Steve.”  Bucky looked over Steve and noticed the soft smile.  “You look happy.”  

Steve shrugged.  “It was a good night.”  

“Did she talk to you?” 

“A lot.  Think we can make arrangements for the university on Wednesday?” 

“Oh, so she actually talked to you.”  

“What do you mean?” 

“She was hiding.  The valedictorian thing.  Lila outed her.”  

“Why?” 

“Steve, she has no family, remember? She doesn’t want to be celebrated when she has no one to celebrate with.  I told her we were her family, but she was really scared.”  Bucky sighed. “I’ve been digging but her adoption is not on record anywhere.  I have no idea who this Phil guy is.”  He pulled out a picture and offered it to Steve.  

“Where did you get that?  No, don’t show me. That would violate her trust. If she wanted to share that with me, she will. Put it back.”  

“Alright, alright.” Bucky put the picture back in his bag.  “So we’re going to a luncheon.”  

“I guess so. I need to work on a gift for her.”  Steve poured the coffees and handed Bucky his.  “I need to wake her.  We got stuff to do.”  

“What stuff?” 

“I want to take her to a shop for decorations for her room.”  

“This is a new one.  Fine, I’ll look at one we can go to.”  Bucky sipped his coffee.  “After breakfast.”  

Steve smirked.  “She won you over with food.”  

“Hell yeah she did. She should open a restaurant.  I would be the first customer.  And she hasn’t even made dinner yet.  That could be epic.”  

“Bucky please don’t make me punch you out.  Stop falling in love with my girl ya?” 

Bucky snickered. “I’ll stop but no guarantees if she makes a roast like Ma used to make.”  

“I think that could be arranged.”  Steve and Bucky spun to see Belle in the doorway, Steve’s shirt down to her knees.   

“Belle,” Steve breathed.  “Sweet pea, no pants again?” 

“Relax Steve.  I have shorts on.  Everything is covered.”  Belle offered her own smirk.  “I was thinking omelets this morning.”  

“Yes,” Bucky said under breath.  Steve punched him in the shoulder.  “Shit, Cap, really?  Its not like I asked.  She offered,” as he rubbed her shoulder.  

“Steve, be nice,” Belle admonished him.  She moved towards the kitchen, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss Steve before grabbing ingredients from the fridge.  

“I’m going to talk to Bucky for a minute.  Call me if you need me sweet pea.”  

“Okie dokie, hot shot.” She turned back to the counter to start chopping.  

Steve came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Hot shot?” 

“Hey, I get a nickname, you get one too.” She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her. “I could have made it worse you know.”  

“Really? How so?” 

“Another time.” She smiled. “Now go away, need to concentrate.”  

Steve laughed but made his way out. Bucky had his feet up in his study, looking over the paper.  “Put that picture back.”  

“I got it. Sheesh, relax Cap. Anything else I need to know?” 

“No, are you staying here tonight?” 

“Yeah, Li is going to her parents tonight. Is that ok?” 

“It’s fine.   Just want to make sure things are ready.”    

“Whatever Cap.   Not like I haven’t heard it before.” Bucky smirked.   

“I swear Barnes, I will end you,” Steve says playfully.  He checks his emails as Bucky continues reading when Belle came in. “Breakfast is almost ready.”  

“Thanks, sweet pea.  I’ll be right in.” He sees an email from Tony and frowns.  

From: tstark@starkindustries.com  To: srogers@grantinc.com  Subject: Innocent  Steve, please reconsider your relationship with Isabella. She doesn’t need to become a target.   For her sake and yours.   Tony Stark  President  Stark Industries 

Steve was fuming.   What was Tony playing at? Steve stormed into the dining room. “Belle, why the hell is Tony emailing me about our relationship?” 

Bucky and Belle froze. Bucky looked at her and she gulped.  “He saw that last email you send me at work and he asked if we were still seeing each other.  I said yes and called you my boyfriend.”  

“I thought we talked about this.  Discretion and privacy.”  

“I know we did but then you shouldn’t have emailed me at work.”  Belle fought to maintain control of her emotions.   

Bucky started to back away when Steve turned to him. “Did you know about this?  You picked her up yesterday.” 

“Ok, well I told her to talk to you about it and I guess that didn’t happen.”  Bucky looked at Belle who looked to the ground. “All I said was that you would do anything for her. I didn’t want to make it worse.”  

Steve looked at Belle.   “Isabella, why do you stop communicating with me?  We promised each other you would talk to me.”  

“Because I didn’t want you mad at me or Tony.  He doesn’t know anything ok.  Just that we’re dating, that’s it.  I don’t know why he’s acting the way he does. I’m sorry.”  Belle exited the room and went up to her room, closing and locking the door.  The emotions of yesterday started to catch up with her and she cried.  

Steve was stunned downstairs.  “Jesus, punk, really?” Bucky looked at his best friend. “This wasn’t her fault.”  

“I know, I got that. Fuck, why every time I think we are in a good place I am very mistaken?” 

“Dunno, but I’m hungry and you are now preventing me from eating.  Go fix it Romeo.” Bucky pushed Steve towards Belle’s room.  Steve went up and tried the door, finding it locked.  He knocked.  “Sweet pea, can I talk to you?” 

“No,” the petulant reply came through.  

“Isabella I’m sorry, ok? This is much my fault as anyone else’s.  You are right, if I wanted to keep it a secret, I should have thought it about better.”  

He heard footsteps and he stepped back.  The door unlocked and violet eyes ringed in red looked at him.  “Oh sweet pea, I’m so sorry.”   

“Steve, I don’t want to make you mad intentionally ok. I tried to tell him to leave me alone, but he said things and I just wanted to shut him up.  I’m sorry.”  

“No don’t be. I’ll talk to Tony.”  He reached for her and she let him hold her.  “Are you ok?” 

“I’m ok.  Just not how I wanted to start the morning.”  

“I know. Me either.”  He tilted her head up and kissed her softly. “ So after we feed Bucky, how about some shopping for your room?”  

She smiled. “Ok.”  She took his hand and they walked together back to the kitchen.  

After breakfast, as promised, Steve took Belle shopping. She picked out decorations and sheets that suited her.  When she dragged a sack over to the cart, Steve raised an eyebrow.  “What is this?” 

“It’s a bean bag chair.  Somewhere for me to read.”  Her eyes sparkled at the chair.  

“Alright.” He kissed the top of her head.  After checking out, he loaded everything into the car with Bucky.  

“Can we stop at the grocery store?” 

“Whatever for?” 

“Dinner.”  

Belle gathered her ingredients and Steve watched, unsure of what she was making.  And an idea came to him.  They finished up and headed back to the apartment.  Bucky and  Steve took all of the bags up  to Belle’s room.  Steve stood in the doorway as Belle unpacked her new things.  The room became her,  muted jewel tones decorating the room. “Do you like what you got, sweet pea?”   

Belle turned and smiled. She went up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.  “I  do. “Thank you amore.”  

Steve’s heart swelled.  Amore. Love. She was sweet on him.   

“Steve? Steve?”  

“Sorry sweet pea. Did you need something?” 

“I was trying to let you know that I was going to make dinner.  It will be a couple of hours.”  

“Oh, ok sweet pea. I need to make a  couple of calls.”  

“Do not call Tony,” she said walking away.  

Steve grabbed her.  “And what if  I do,  princess?”  His eyes  blazed slightly. 

“Don’t, sir,” she said with a smile.  

Steve pulled her close and ran his nose in her hair.  “I won’t call him but if I wanted to, I will.  Behave princess, or you will be punished.” He kissed her hard.  “Now, go make dinner and don’t flirt with Bucky.” His eyes twinkled.  

“I don’t flirt with Bucky. He flirts with me.” Belle pouted at him.  

“Ok, so then don’t do anything to make him flirt with you.” He kissed her cheek.  “That’s also the second time today you pouted after I said don’t pout.” Belle sucked in air.  “We’ll take care of that later.” Steve walked away with a smirk on his face.  

Belle tried to calm her heart.  Sweet lord, can I survive this? She made it to the kitchen with wobbly legs to see Bucky sitting at the kitchen island.  She blushed but ignored him as she pulled the ingredients out.  

“So, are you not talking to me?”  

“No, just concentrating.”  

“Oh, whatcha making?” 

“Roast.”  

“Really?” He looked at her ingredients. “Not like how Ma made it.”  

“Nope, my own spin.” She got it into the oven and started with making the sides. She hummed a song in her head, chopping and stirring.  

They chatted while she cooked and when everything was almost ready, she went to change, putting on a comfortable dress.  She poked her head into Steve’s office. “Hey hot shot.  Dinner is ready.”  

“Thanks, sweet pea. I’m almost done.”  

Belle set the table when Bucky came back in. “That smell is amazing,” he said, closing his eyes and sniffing the air.   

“I should hope so.” Belle started to set the plates of food down in the center of the table.  

‘Holy… Belle, you made all of this?”  

“Well, yeah,” she rolled her eyes.  

“Marry me, Belle.  Please, I just need you to cook for me.  Nothing else.”  Bucky smirked at her.  

“Really Bucky?” Steve stood in the doorway looking at his best friend.  

“Pal, just look.  She made potatoes, veggies and I can see dessert.  Only an idiot would let her get away.” Bucky stuck his finger into the potatoes for a taste. “She used real butter.”  

Belle tried not to laugh as Bucky but sobered up when she saw the look on Steve’s face. She swallowed. “I… I didn’t do anything,” she whispered.  

Steve came up to her and cupped her face.  “I know that.  But I also knew what his reaction would be when you decided to cook.  But I warned you. And you let it happen anyway.  So after dinner, get ready in one of those cute lacy outfits in your drawer and meet me in the playroom.  Bucky and I will clean up.” He said all of this in a whisper so Bucky wouldn’t hear much. He kissed her forehead. “Everything looks amazing,” he said out loud.  

Bucky, of course, knew what Steve was aiming at, having overheard the earlier conversation.  He didn’t want to give that away.  As they sat to dinner, Bucky decided not to stop flirting.  “Belle, seriously, run away with me.”  

“Bucky stop,” she replied, red staining her cheeks.  

“I’m serious.  We haven’t food this good since Ma made it, right Steve?” 

“Your ma was an excellent cook.  But sweet pea, this is amazing.” 

“What I wouldn’t give to bathe in this gravy,” Bucky commented as he winked at Belle.  

“Seriously, James, knock it off.”  Belle knew that his comments were going to make things more difficult for her later on.  

“Ooo, got a James out of her.” Bucky smirked again. “Sassy little one, isn’t she?”  

“Buck, enough.” Steve looked at Belle who was looking down at her plate.  He could sense that she was now terrified for what was to come. He was excited to test her limits more but didn’t want to scare her.  Dinner finished and he gave a nod to Belle.  She scurried upstairs as Bucky and Steve cleared the plates. “Wear the headphones, Barnes.”  

“Really? She that much in trouble?” 

“Yeah, and you put her there.” Bucky blanched. “I don’t want you to feel guilty.  I knew what I was doing.” He patted Bucky on the back.  “Besides, I saw you in the hallway. You knew what you were doing too so don’t look at me like that.” Steve smirked and headed up to see Belle.  

He entered the playroom to see Belle standing in blood red lingerie and red fuck me heels.  He licked his lips, enjoying the color on her skin.  He didn’t say a word, heading to the bed and pulling off everything but his boxers.  He pushed a button on a remote and a pole descended from the ceiling.  “Dance,” he ordered. He played a song Nat had introduced him to called Madness.  It was slow but sensual in his mind.  

Belle flushed. Could she do this?  She could barely walk in the heels but to dance. She decided to start slow.  She circled the pole with one hand on it, letting Steve get a glimpse of the entire outfit.  The music had a slow beat but it worked to move her body. She stopped and pressed her back into the pole and sank down, your breast bouncing in the movements. “strip,” he ordered, adjusting himself in the process.  

She stood in front of him and reached to unhook the bra of the babydoll dress she had.  She crossed her arms to push the straps down and let the lace flutter down like a parasol down to her feet.  She hadn’t know how to put on the garter so she had done it first and slid her panties over them. Belle reached to start unhooking the garters. “Stop.”  She looked up to see Steve with his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly, a bead of precum on the tip.  She licked her lips, her mouth dry in anticipation.  

Steve climbed out of the bed.  He pushed her against the pole and lifted her hands above her head.  “I told you not to do anything to make Bucky flirt with you.” 

“I didn’t,” she replied, as Steve starts to kiss her neck.  

“Oh but he did.” Steve smiled.  “So I guess you’ll have to pay for his actions.”  He grasped up to a ring on the pole she hadn’t noticed and handcuffed her to it. She had a little slack until Steve bent down to remove her heels.  Now she was pulled taut to the pole. “Hmm, I like you like this.  I can just…” and he licks her the top of her core.  Belle moans at the sensation.  

“No, you don’t get to cum until I say so.”  Steve takes a step back to admire her in just stocking and garters. Belle is breathing hard, trying to stay calm but can’t with being so exposed. “What I am going to do with my bad little princess?”  Steve starts to circle her.  “First she pouts after I said she couldn’t and then she has to be so sweet and let Bucky flirt with her.  My,  my.  Such a bad princess.”  

“I’m sorry.” Belle cries. “I’m sorry, sir.”  

“Too late princess.  No more talking.”  He take a ball gag and put it to her mouth.  “Bite around it. You’ll be ok.” She opens her jaw to bite and Steve buckles it.  “Can you breathe Isabella?” She nods.  “Good.”  He reached for a riding crop.  He flicked it to her wrist.  “Did that hurt?” She shook her head.  “Good.  Now.  For the pouting, you get five since it was only once.  For the flirting you get 10.” Belle shook her head.  “What’s that?”  She couldn’t speak. “No words Princess?  Aww too bad.”  

Steve circled her again. “Maybe, I should leave you here.  Wanting and waiting for me.  That sounds like a better punishment”. Belle pulled on her arms.  “Don’t sweetheart.  You’ll mark yourself.” He lowered the ring so she couldn’t pull. He flicked the crop against her nipple and she  let out a muffled scream, her nerves electrified.  Steve could see her arousal starting to grow and a drop ran down  her leg.   “Don’t want to waste that,” he said before he took his finger and picked it up, putting the bead in his mouth.  

“So sweet  my princess. That was one.”  He flicked on the other nipple and she cried another muffled moan.  He kept going, never hitting the same place twice. Tiny red marks appeared on her body but they didn’t hurt, just flashed sensations on her body.  The last one, however, that was her undoing.  Steve flicked right at her clit and she came, hard.  Steve kneeled to drink her in.   As she came down, he lifted her to his hips and  thrusted in.  She couldn’t ground herself so she was lost, a doll for him to use.  Her body responded and convulsed around him.  “Cum for me, princess.”  She still couldn’t speak, try as she might.  Steve reached to remove the gag and Belle moaned loud from the pain and the pleasure she was  receiving.   “Steve,” she cried.  

“That’s it my princess.  Let go.”  He thrusted up into her twice before she came, and he followed her. Her head was limp on his neck as he removed the handcuffs. He took her to the sleigh bed and cleaned her up.  She was asleep by the time he came back after cleaning himself.   He picked her up and took her to her room.  After getting her into bed, he kissed her forehead.  “Sweet dream my Belle.”   

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