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TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoyingš§, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that manšš§š
Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader
Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!
(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that manš This is a bit boring but um yeahš¢ I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!
ā°āā¤ This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like thatš -> m.list
-- part 2
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HUGGING
You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.
For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.
For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.
OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it dependsš
Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af
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CUDDLING
Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.
Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him
If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.
If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind
He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm
But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.
He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.
But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)
I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)
If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gangš¢
If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you
Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!
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KISSING
Okay so he's whipped
Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet
He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great
I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body
He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess
That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess
I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idkš¤·āāļø
BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEADš
Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?
PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT
He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough
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SLEEPING
CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT
Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM
I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn'tš¢)
Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished
I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas
SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.
"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."
ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.
"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."
Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.
Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.
Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.
It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!
Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!
He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.
Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fineš£
He's fine omg
JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!
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Picture Perfect
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!photographer!reader
summary: loganās girl travels with him as his personal photographer
a/n: Iām still working on the next Lando piece but I was out watching the northern lights last night and this one pretty much wrote itself
a/n: also and as usual Iām throwing timelines and official schedules and actual facts of races in the garbage. Living my best delulu life where Logan got the actual chance he deserved
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305girl: my boy, my boy, my boy how I love you soā¦congrats on your first f1 race baby!! Despite everything you did so well today š©µš©µš©µ
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user1: thatās our American racer!!
ā³user2: you did good today Logan!
oscarpiastri: first race down šš»š§” many more to go!
ā³logansargeant: congrats osc! š©µ we did it!
ā³305girl: my racer boys!! Youāre officially formula racers šš
ā³oscarpiastri: good to have you here for this ā maybe youāll get some photos of me next time
ā³logansargeant: nope! Contractually only able to take my photos
ā³oscarpiastri: seriously?
ā³305girl: yup
ā³user3: this is the best thing ever
user4: šš¾āāļø new American fan - who is 305girl? Help?
ā³user5: haha š¤£ sheās Loganās girlfriend! Theyāve been together for years - childhood friends I think!
ā³305girl: correcto! Best friends since I threw down against some bullies for him
ā³logansargeant: my knight in a sparkly pink skirt and mud stained tights
ā³305girl: you know it!
ā³user4: oh my god thatās adorable
alex_albon: congratulations on your first race Logan!
ā³logansargeant: thanks Alex! Canāt wait for more
ā³alex_albon: absolutely! Weāll come back stronger next time
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305girl: my boy looks so good in red I had to continue the theme featuring Paris and my darkroom
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user5: oh my god šš„µā¤ļø red is definitely his color
user6: Paris looks good on Logan!
ā³305girl: you know it!
oscarpiastri: taking notesā¦š
ā³logansargeant: of what? My best colors?
ā³lilyzneimer: š¤Ø oh?
ā³oscarpiastri: ummā¦šš»āāļøšØ
ā³305girl: letās leave the boys to it, shall we?
ā³lilyzneimer: letās
ā³logansargeant: hey!!
ā³oscarpiastri: what??
user7: ok but where did you get the darkroom from?
ā³305girl: itās in our apartment in England! It was just a short trip to Paris during the break
ā³user7: that makes so much more sense then what I was thinking
ā³user8: ā¦did you think that she just set up a dark room in a Paris hotel room?
ā³user7: leave me alone!!
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logansargeant: when the artist becomes the subjectā¦thank you Miami! You were good to me this weekend! And a big thank you to my girl ā I love you
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user9: somehow this post called me single in about 100 different ways
ā³user10: same! š
ā³user11: proof that if he wanted to, he would
305girl: my handsome manā¦I love you too! But when did you take these?
ā³logansargeant: Iām a man of many talents!
ā³305girl: evidently! I guess Iāll have to let you be behind the camera more often
ā³logansargeant: only if youāre the subject š©µ
ā³305girl: š„¹šš„°
user12: congrats Logan! Thatās our American points scorer!
ā³user13: red white and blue baby!!
ā³user14: woohoo!
alex_albon: show them how itās done Logan! Congrats!
ā³logansargeant: congrats to you too! Thank you
ā³user15: Our Williams boys!
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305girl: when in Rome (New York)ā¦pizza is a must! And thank you Logan for your patience (and eventually your sweatshirt) while I got that lovely shot of the moon
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user16: I donāt know who to be more jealous ofā¦305girl for being his girlfriend or Logan for having her as a girlfriendā¦
ā³user17: the bi answer is both
ā³user18: the ace answer is him cause that pizza looks supremely good right now
ā³user16: š¤£š¤£
logansargeant: oh I know that all of āmyā sweatshirts are just on loan till they smell like me
ā³305girl: you know it!
ā³lilyzneimer: thatās a good answer!
ā³oscarpiastri: ā¦Iāll pack some of mine up for you
ā³lilyzneimer: thank you!
user19: you guys are so cute together!
ā³user20: they are!!
ā³305girl: thank you! Weāve been together for nearly 7 years now
ā³user20: oh my god! So long?
ā³305girl: wellā¦I had such a crush on him I talked my parents into letting me move to England with him soā¦
ā³logansargeant: awwwwā¦you had a crush on me?
ā³305girl: obviously babe
ā³logansargeant: enough to move to England?
ā³305girl: Iāll go anywhere you go
ā³logansargeant: š„¹š„¹š„¹
alex_albon: I donāt think pizza is an approved part of our diet planā¦
ā³logansargeant: shhhā¦donāt tell anyone
ā³305girl: donāt worry alex_albon. I got him to work it off
ā³alex_albon: really? In my comment thread?
ā³305girl: donāt even šš
ā³logansargeant: she made me carry ALL of her camera equipment
ā³305girl: boyfriend privileges!
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305girl: oh to be back on British soilā¦Silverstone? Done ā
A round of golf with 2 pros and their boyfriends? Done and done ā
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lilymhe: it was so good to catch up with you!
ā³305girl: it was! Iāve missed you in the paddock
ā³lilymhe: šš donāt worry! This just in, Iām gonna abandon everything just to travel with you
ā³alex_albon: ummm?
ā³logansargeant: ummm?
ā³lilymhe: i said what i said!
ā³305girl: best day of my life!!
landonorris: you muppets!! Where was my invite??
ā³alex_albon: must have got lost in the mail
ā³305girl: didnāt even send it
ā³landonorris: šØ
ā³305girl: you stole Oscar from us! So weāre taking Alex from you
ā³landonorris: no! You canāt do that!
ā³oscarpiastri: so weāre not friends and not hanging out later?
ā³landonorris: no! We absolutely are!
ā³alex_albon: does our friendship mean nothing to you then?
ā³landonorris: i give up
user21: girl are you just not gonna mention the absolute dressing down that you gave James?
ā³305girl: Iāve been Loganās biggest defender since we were 7. Thatās not gonna change now
ā³user22: girl he was running for his life
ā³305girl: š¤·āāļøš¤·āāļøš¤·āāļø not my problem
user23: ok but who won
ā³lilymhe: me
ā³alex_albon: me
ā³305girl: me
ā³logansargeant: definitely NOT me (or Alex letās be real)
ā³alex_albon: mateā¦
ā³logansargeant: Iām not gonna lie on the internet
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305girl: are the stars in my eyes š¤©š¤© cause of Logan or that night sky? The world may never knowā¦(itās Logan! He won me a giant Pikachu at the arcade š„°š„°š„°)
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user24: oh to have a boyfriend that would fly you around the world and win you giant Pikachusā¦
ā³user25: water is wet. Fork found in kitchen. Me sleeping on the highway tonight!
logansargeant: ššš anything for my girl
ā³305girl: awwwww thank you baby
oscarpiastri: the real question is how long it took him though
ā³305girl: not long at all! he is shockingly good at skeeball
ā³logansargeant: shockingly?
ā³305girl: babe Iāve taken you bowling before
ā³logansargeant: not another word!
ā³305girl: š¤š¤š¤
alex_albon: logansargeant youāve never won me a giant Pikachu
ā³lilymhe: funny I was gonna say the same towards you!
ā³alex_albon: šš
ā³logansargeant: sorry! Only the loml gets that privilege
ā³305girl: š„ŗš„°
user26: ok but are we gonna talk about how good this girl is at photography?? Like I came for Logan but damn im staying for her
ā³user27: finally!! Like I love her Logan posts but literally everything else on her page is šš½šš½šš½
ā³305girl: thank you!!
ā³user27: Iām gonna need a 30 page PowerPoint and an entire YouTube series on how you do it
ā³305girl: on it! š«”š«”
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305girl: Loganā¦this year has been insane in the best way possible. It has been a dream come true to watch you achieve your dream and to have the chance to be by your side for all of it? I have no words on how special it was for me. Congrats baby! This year was only the start of a long and successful career for you šššš
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logansargeant: babeā¦
logansargeant: I canāt find the words on what it means to me that youāve been by my side this year. I donāt think I would have done as good as I did if I didnāt have your unwavering support and love. Itās been a long and sometimes difficult year but it was made infinitely easier knowing that yours would be the first and last face I see everyday. I know it was selfish of me to drag you through this rough schedule across the globe but I am so extremely grateful that you said yes when I asked. I love you
ā³305girl: oh babyššš
ā³305girl: believe me when I say there is NOWHERE Iād rather be than right next to you.
ā³305girl: and let me tell you something ā thereās only one other question you could ask me that would have gotten a quicker yes than when I agreed to follow you around the world
oscarpiastri: Congratulations! We did it Logan! One down and many to go!
ā³logansargeant: that we did! Couldnāt ask for a better guy to do it with either
alex_albon: itās been a fun year! Now letās go rest and recharge cause next year is gonna be ours!
ā³305girl: yes it is!!
ā³logansargeant: couldnāt have said it better myself!
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Hi! Good Evening/Morning! Can I request cod men x reader who is rich, but didn't keep it as a secret or anything, just didn't mention it ?Reader likes to spoil them without a second thought! Also i describe reader being a calm person!
you can delete this ask if it's a bit too much to do, thank you for your wonderful writing! š
First of all, I wanna thank you for being so respectful, literally I have the most respectful and patient people here and I'm so thankful for it <3
į”“ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Kƶnig, Horangi, Nikto
COD Men Being Spoiled !!
Ū¶ą§ Price...
he'd appreciate the occasional gift but overtime when you love throwing gifts at him because you seriously can't walk past a shop without seeing something and immediately thinking of him
and you do it so nonchalantly too that he's confused when you've gifted him the 5th most expensive watch he could only ever dream of getting, he's not a huge materialistic guy so before he would only glance at it on display and think it was a nice watch but didn't expect you to gift it to him
he lovingly thanks you and as much as he appreciates you and your gifts you don't have to drain your bank account on him, oh, but then you drop the bomb on him that you're loaded
well, he doesn't make a commotion out of it but he's sitting there thinking, now all the puzzle pieces connect, that's why you're always so decked out when you got out even if it's something simple
Ū¶ą§ Ghost...
loves your quiet acts of love, you gift him little fragments and pieces that remind you of him, which in the end, make him up in some way
he even started getting used to your ways that now he leaves little stuff for you here and there, everyday one of you is uncovering gifts from the other
sometimes you don't even talk as you hand him something you bought for him, he also prefers gifts that have some sort of use to them, there's only so much clothes and accessories he stuffs in his drawers not really knowing what to do with them
but get him something he'll need and he's over the moon for the whole week, you can tell because at night he's been hugging you extra tightly that the next morning you wake up with him tangled up with you
Ū¶ą§ Soap...
he's always wanted to do his best to charm you when you first started your relationship, but man was he taken aback and slightly humbled the moment he started paying attention to your things
he was the most oblivious to it despite the obvious signs, and it's not like he's dirt poor, then why can't he help but feel slightly intimidated by you like when you first met
would literally aim to spoil you so much more, with loving acts and gifts you cherish, you prefer simpler things, you couldn't have found someone better to date
he knows his way to romance you and it's worked every time since you met him, secretly you might be a little shy, so his bold acts definitely make your heart stumble
Ū¶ą§ Gaz...
he knows that as soon as you approach with that mischievous smile like you did something and hiding something behind his back, he better sit down because you probably just bought him whatever was last in his wishlist
he thinks you ought to use some of that for yourself, really he thinks you should buy yourself a little something, but giving makes you feel so good
unknowingly to you, he somehow always manages to do something or get something that makes you forget you could buy it yourself with the money you've got
he thinks he could go on forever living like this, with you being such a calming person he can enjoy his evenings with, it makes him forget everything that you've got and just appreciate and breathe you in
Ū¶ą§ Roach...
poor guy gets at least a little overwhelmed when you gift him something because it's surely something fancy again, it's not that he doesn't like your gifts
he just can't help but feel his heart doing flips and bouncing against the wall of his chest, his thanking you comes out softly from his lips
still he thanks his lucky starts because overtime you've learned about his interests and adjusted your gifts accordingly, now he has a collection of knick-knacks from you that he just loves organizing and admiring
you also fuel his strangle little obsessions that otherwise couldn't have been paid for, he'll also show up with somewhat unusual gifts, but you love your little weirdo :)
Ū¶ą§ Alejandro...
he's got style he knew what you were like, but even then he wouldn't let you pay for anything, not even dinner, no matter how many times you went out
better put that card away, he'll take care of this one.... again
he also loves how confident you are, you never boast about your money, you have your quiet ways of making him feel loved and he can see himself committing to you
and what he loves most about you is that not only do you use your money to live your life how you want but you also help out whoever needs it, he could seriously learn a thing or two from you
you're such a pure soul deep down that wants to show their love in the only form they know how to give
Ū¶ą§ Rudy...
used to shyly take but now he doesn't even feel worthy to reach his hand out until you're practically shoving it into his face, still he can't help but feel at least a little bad for easily accepting your gifts, and so he tries talking to you about that
you really don't have to go out of your way to show your affection for him, still you won't give up
the type you sit you aside that he actually wants to be the one to provide for you and you're like "i'm good tho" and proceed to shock him with what you have
still, you've never felt as loved by anyone else than him, he strives to make you feel the warmest sensations that you're constantly thinking about him, which reminds you to buy more stuff for hum...
Ū¶ą§ Phillip Graves...
he just adores having you dote on him, in any way or form, he didn't even figure how much money you had because he was never big on luxury brands or stuff like that
anything you give to him on the pretext that it will look good on him, he's a sucker for that, feels like you're already married to him when you do stuff like that, and he awaits your gifts eagerly
likes to act all surprised when you do start gifting more often, "that's for me? you really shouldn't have bothered" as he smiles smugly and gives you a kiss on the cheek for it, but he also loves buying you things, you never bring money when you go out
and when he asks where you'd like to live, you say you already have your dream house, he thinks you're bluffing at first until you bring him over
well, you just keep surprising him don't you?
Ū¶ą§ Makarov...
he loves spoiling you but then you also slide your card through at any store without even giving it a second thought, so watching you two exchange gifts is sort of hilarious
he'll gift you a beautiful and expensive jewelry item for your hand or neck and you show up with the latest in men's fashion that you just KNOW will look absolutely dashing on him
for the longest time he felt like it was competitive almost, he genuinely almost got upset because he was frustrated how you seemed to show up with your card everywhere, ready to pay for the extravagant meal when he planned to pay
he loves boasting about how much money he has and shows you off when he showers you in gifts yet here you are able to buy it all yourself and even do the same for him
you end up having to compromise and put your card away for certain things, at least when he's around, because he loves that feeling when you lean on him, depending on him almost completely
Ū¶ą§ Keegan...
he just figured it out right away without you having to tell him, he read the way you carried yourself even though you never bragged about the amount of money you had
you were a hard worker and loved to lavish in your wealth, and you invited him too, but despite how much gifting was your love language he liked showing you a different perspective of things
he might've been the one to teach you to enjoy an evening out without having to spend money just to make things pleasurable
but he also never forgets to show appreciation for a gift you lovingly though of, he's lucky to have you even be interested in him, he'll let you dote on him so long as you let him impress you too
it's only fair of course that he take your breath away with a romantic date that may not be as expensive but the thought and effort is all the same
Ū¶ą§ Kƶnig...
he can't help but get all flustered when all you've done recently is dote all over him with gifts every time, he would be melting in your hands, head cradled between your thighs as you reach down and pinch his cheeks only to slip a gift in his hand
his eyes would be flickering between the box in his hand and your face, "another one?" he'll ask softly, a little hurt because he thinks you're spending too much on him
but you would have to reassure him with all the dulcet words in the world to convince him that you truly do love him, better that he get used to it because you'll be doing it a lot more often now
"you... you're-" he can't even form a sentence when you finally do take him to your place, "mhm" is all you even say before whisking him off to some other place
Ū¶ą§ Horangi...
he's learned a thing or two from his old, bad habits, so he's surprised to see new packages constantly arriving at your doorstep, and from luxury brands too
you'll sit on the living room floor unboxing everything and you'll randomly extend your hand out, gesturing for him to take it because you saw something you thought he would like and probably didn't even bother to check the price as you added it to your cart
and he'll proudly wear all the stuff you've bought for him, like a pet wearing a collar signifying that they've got an owner who cares for them, he doesn't hold back from boasting to his buddies
"oh, this thing? yeah, my partner bought that for me"
you and him would match the lavish lifestyle very well without a doubt
Ū¶ą§ Nikto...
he would silently accept the first few gifts, not really noticing the signs until suddenly he's "..." and you love teasing him, saying he must be speechless at whatever present you bought him but in reality he's now realizing what type of person he bagged
he loves that you're thriving and aren't completely depending on him, at least financially, with your extravagant tastes you are sure to drain his savings fast, but you never were the type to excessively spend
still, he accepts your presents without a word but the best you could really do for him and at least be soft to him, despite not looking like it, he's the type to like seeing a side you never show to anyone else, maybe be gentler, softer, warmer and more vulnerable
that's something priceless he secretly loves, feeling you mold right into him, feeling like everything's right because his larger frame shields you, making you feel safer than money ever could
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hi ena! long time no ask!!
with the recent miumiu wonyoung photos GOSHH MY MIND IS SPINNINGGF WITH THOUGHTSSšµāš«šµāš«šµāš«
dubcon!!
what ifā¦princess jang who comes from a wealthy noble family purchases you to be her pretty slaveš the thing is you werenāt even being sold as one despite your family leaning towards the poorer classš±turns out she randomly spotted you at a market and ordered her people to do anything and everything just to have you in the palm of her hands! crazy!!!!! one day you were just taken away from your family! GOSH imagine the princess wonyoung herself carrying you to her room and gently laying you down on her bedš„ŗbut, being the brat that you are you scratched and clawed at her, trying to resist her advances bc u were so so scared and confused :(( eventually, the remaining patience she had for you snaps and she just fucks you hard to remind you of your place!!!! u were nothing but her stupid little slut to use whenever she wanted :(
(she starts off really gentle with you but fucks you rough and hard for being so rude and disobedient to he princessā¹ļø)
omg yk that video of her sliding off her gloves to sign for a fan?? IMAGINE IF SHE DOES THAT BEFORE FINGERING YOU UNTIL URE IN TEARS BEGGING HER TO STOPPP UGHHš«š©š©
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MY FAVORITE CHERRY ANON!! i know, i know this ask took me forever to do again but we're all probably used to it to it to the point where i don't even have to address it š since the photos are now not-so-recent, i'll attach them here so everybody can visualize it well hehehe š¤
(@ CHERRY ANON IK YOU'RE WONDERING IF I AM ALSO WORKING ON THAT OTHER WONY ASK THAT YOU SENT AND I'M GONNA BE HONEST I THINK I DELETED IT?? which sucks bcs i was JUST thinking of answering it too just now until i realized it was nowhere to be found so IF UR STILL UP FOR IT AND IF YOU REMEMBER THE GIST, FEEL FREE TO SEND IT AGAIN! pretty sure it was about sororities?? š¤)
p.s. you guys are crazy if you think i'm not gonna give this ask some meat (aka mini lore) so if this happens to be a long one that's why! šš
[cw: extreme dubcon, (eventually) cnc, coercion, bondage, mild violence, obsessive-possessive princess!wony WOOO.]


you were happy as a commoner, okay!? even though your fate was sealed as a middle-class man's stay-at-home wife and child bearer in the future, you were going to make the most of your life despite it all! but that was before you encountered her highness jang wonyoung while you were out to shop for new formal robes. oh, sorry, you didn't 'encounter' herāshe saw you animatedly chatting with the nice young clerk at the apparel shop and became obsessed fell in love at first sight šš
your whole life took a whole other turn when a couple knights knocked on your door and took you from your family by force and with only a brief answer when asked: "her highness wills it so." š„² your family was then visited by the princess' retainer to give them a more detailed explanation of the whole situation but you didn't know that. you didn't have to. what only mattered from then on was whatever the fuck wonyoung wanted with you... and it was everything you anticipated it to be! almost.
nobles were all the same, after all. and the worst among them was the royalty. you half expected to have been stripped down in the carriage by the knights and dragged throughout the castle naked and bare before they throw you inside the princess' quarters where she would be more than ready to just... ravage you, but that didn't turn out to be true. not all the way! you made it to the doors of the castle with your clothes still on you and you weren't just haphazardly thrown inside the princess' room... the knights were given special instructions to treat you like glass! or else the princess would have their heads if they so much as scratched your beautiful, delicate skin.
wonyoung herself met you at the doors of the great hall, actually! she couldnāt contain her excitement because finally, she found someone that she knew was going to satisfy all her needs and make the perfect wife! never mind that you were some lowly commoner, you were beyond perfect in the princessā eyes!
ādo you know meā¦ (y/n)?ā you donāt even want to know how she just knew your name. you were confused, terrified, and furious all at the same time and wonyoung loved it. anybody else would have been scrambling to kiss her feet and beg for forgiveness even though they knew they did nothing wrongā¦ but of course youād be different. wonyoung was so happy.
nevertheless, you plucked up whatever courage you had left in yourself and answered her question, āthe crown princessā¦ jang wonyoung.ā even the way you said her name was impeccable! ah, how wonyoung couldnāt wait to make you hers completelyā¦ and thatās exactly what she attempts to do once she took you to her room but of course, you fought back! š„ŗ
kicking and hitting wonyoung whenever she tried to get close to you on the bed, even shrieking and screaming for help just in case there was a servant who felt sorry enough to interrupt but who in their right mind would dare get in the way of the princess? š¤Ø it was when you scratched her chin that she finally had enough of your shit and straight-up whacked you across the face... her highness has never had to use violence to gain control and advantage but goodness you really pushed all the wrong buttons!!
somehow it wasn't the painful sting on your cheek that made you settle down... bcs if you weren't directly staring at the small, bleeding cuts you've made on wonyoung's chin, you would've made an even bigger fuss when she roughly undressed you! sure, you feared the consequences of literally hurting the princess wonyoung but... she was still a beautiful woman!! what you did was like the equivalent of defacing a famed painter's greatest workāyou definitely deserve whatever punishment was waiting for you š«¢š«¢
wony wonāt take your resistance seriously once sheās seen how drenched you are for her! she only takes that as a sign that she was welcome.. and that you did, in fact, want this! š¤ she assumed that you can take her at whatever pace she decides to go with bcs you were a commoner that was gorgeous and deliciously naĆÆveā¦ surely youāve been passed around before right?? but noā¦ you were a virgin :(( but you were taking wonyoungās fingers so wellā¦ meeting her thrusts halfway as if youāve always known how to do it like thatā¦ moaning āyour highnessā so nicely against her ear that it gave her goosebumpsā¦ so ofc wony ignores your tears and your pleas to stop when youāve already cum many times š«
but ah you were really testing her!! wony was bound to get some bruises with the way youāve kicked and hit her so muchā¦ so she ties your hands up above your head and your legs spread apart with either ankle tied down at the edge of the bed! this way it would be much, much easier to punish you š¤ sheās definitely relentless when using her mouthā¦ esp since she just got a taste of her new food and oh, were you delectableā¦!
wonyoung couldnāt get enoughā¦ using her tongue on you over and over again throughout the night whilst talking to you about how perfect your life was going to be now that you were with herā¦ and she very much liked how you didnāt even fight her words anymore! she knew that even though you cried gallons of tears and made your voice hoarse from wailing and moaning you wouldnāt dare look back on your past life anymore! š¤
since then your daily activities as the crown princessā future consort was to look pretty, study in both academics and noble etiquette, and most importantly, tending to wonyoungāsā¦ needs š« š« you knew that every servant, knight, and nobles that frequented the castle talked badly about you. how a peasant managed to captivate the princessā heart with ease. their words cut through you pretty badly but wonyoung was always there every night to mend your woundsā¦ always.
you didnāt even care that wonyoung fucked you too hard anymore! bcs she has somehow led you to believe that she was the only one in this world that loved you and can stand to love someone like you š«£ and you only believed her bcs you did feel her love with every thrust of her fingers, every disgusting thing that she whispers in your ears while she fucked you, every flick of her tongue as she ate you out, every bite on your lips when she kisses you. you were only right to love her back in spite of everything else bcsā¦ like wonyoung always assured, this is what true love is, right?? š¤
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Can we get something along the lines of bartender reader maybe working at the country club and some guy has been hitting on her all night, heās older, creepy, wonāt leave her alone, getting drunker as the night goes on and sheās just trying to ignore him but she has to go to the supply closet later in the night or steps away for whatever reason and the guy follows her? reader is gone for too long and Rafe notices, finds her and stops the guy?? I need protective Rafe over reader š
ugh i hate creeps, literally felt ill writing this but for the sake of the story i did, bc it's unfortunately very common. thank you for the request lovely š«¶š»š«
throw away my faith just to keep you safe - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: unwanted advances; there's a creep.



It was just another Friday night, the usual crowd of kooks indulging in their weekly rituals of wealth and excess. For you, it was just another night behind the bar.
Wiping down the counter, you glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight.
Your shift was crawling toward the finish line, thank god, but the crowd promised at least another hour of pouring drinks and faking smiles. Not that you minded by this point ā the tips were decent, and the job wasnāt hard. But sometimes, the clientele was more than you could handle.
āAnother round for me, sweetheart?ā
You turned toward the voice and visibly shuddered at the sight. There he was again ā the guy who had been hitting on you all night, like a stupid plague. He was in his mid-forties, with thinning hair and a sleazy smile. Heād been getting progressively drunker, his advances getting bolder with every drink. You didnāt get paid enough to put up with this shit, but you also didnāt feel like getting fired for slapping someone across the face.Ā
You gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep it professional. āSure. Another whiskey?ā
He leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. āYāknow youāve got the prettiest eyes. Why donāt you come sit with me for a bit?Ā Iām sure the bar can survive without you.ā
Internally, you cringed. Outwardly, you kept your smile, though it was starting to drop. āIām working,ā You replied, āI canāt.ā
He grinned like he hadnāt heard you ā or maybe he just didnāt care. āCāmon, you can take a break. Iāll make it worth your while.ā
Youād rather shoot yourself in the face. You turned away, busying yourself with grabbing his drink. You didnāt want to make a scene. You could handle this. Youād dealt with drunk idiots your entire life.
But something about him was different ā he wasnātĀ justĀ annoying, he was persistent, and you didnāt like the way he was looking at you.
Rafe had checked in on you earlier, but you hadnāt seen him for a while. Normally, you could handle yourself, but tonight you really wished he was closer.
The guyās drink slammed down in front of him harder than you intended, and you forced another smile. āHere you go.ā
āThanks, sweetheart,ā he drawled, eyes dragging down your body in a way that made your skin crawl. āYouāre too pretty to be stuck behind a bar. Bet you could find someone to take care of you, huh?ā
You barely held back an eye roll as you turned away from him, grabbing the rag to wipe down the counter again just to have something to do with your hands.Ā
The guy cleared his throat, leaning even closer over the bar. āHow much longer do you think youāll be working, sweetheart?ā His voice was low, like he was trying to make it intimate, but it just made your stomach turn. āIāll wait for you. We could have a little fun after youāre off. I know youāre not gonna go home alone tonight, right?ā
āYeah, I am,ā you muttered under your breath, hoping he didnāt hear.
But he did.
āAw, come on now, donāt be like that,ā he said, his grin widening like you were joking with him. āI know girls like you ā all tough on the outside, but once someone gives you a little attention, you melt.ā
You slammed the rag down, turning toward him, patience leaving your body. āLook, Iāve told you, Iām working. And even if I wasnāt, Iām not interested. So how about you just take your drink and leave me alone?ā
His smile dropped for a moment, his eyes narrowing in irritation. āYou donāt gotta be a bitch about it, sweetheart,ā he slurred, clearly not backing down. āIām just trying to be nice.ā
Before you could answer ā or reach for the nearest object to throw at him ā a familiar voice cut in from behind.
āHow about you fuck off before I make you?ā
You knew that tone. It was the one he used right before things escalated. Fast. You looked over to see Rafe standing just behind the bar, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked onto the guy in front of you.
His posture was tense, fists curled at his sides like he was holding himself back from jumping at the guy. āRafe,ā you called softly, reaching out to grab his arm. āItās fine, Iāve got it.ā
But he didnāt take his eyes off the man. āNo, you donāt,ā he muttered, stepping closer to the bar, āThis guyās been harassing you all night.Ā He needs to leave.ā
He looked Rafe up and down, taking in the expensive clothes, the look in his eyes, and the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt.
āHey, man,ā the guy said, holding up his hands in a show of surrender. āNo need to get all worked up. I was just talking to her.ā
āYou werenātĀ just talking,ā Rafe snapped, āYou were being a creep, and now youāre gonna get the fuck out of here.ā
The guy opened his mouth to argue, but Rafe took another step forward, and whatever argument he had died in his throat. He grabbed his drink from the bar, muttering something under his breath that you couldnāt quite catch before he turned and stumbled away toward the door.
Once he was gone, you let out a breath you hadnāt realized youād been holding.
Rafe turned to you, his expression softening immediately. āYou okay, baby?ā
You nodded, but your hands were shaking slightly. āYeah. Iām fine. Thanks for stepping in.ā
He stepped closer, āYou shouldnāt have to deal with assholes like that.ā
āI can handle it,ā you replied, āBut Iām glad you were here.ā
Rafeās brow furrowed slightly, his thumb tracing soft circles against the skin in your arm. āI donāt want you handling it. I donāt want you dealing with that shit at all.ā
You smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. āItās part of the job sometimes.ā
āNot when Iām around, itās not,ā he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours.Ā
You grinned, your fingers brushing over his collarbone as you tilted your head up to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours and when you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
āIāll be fine for the rest of the night,ā you whispered. āPromise.ā
He exhaled softly, his arms tightening around you just a little. āI know. I just hate seeing shit like that happen to you.ā
āMe too, baby.ā you admitted, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. āBut at least the tips are good, right?ā
He chuckled, shaking his head. āOnly you would focus on the tips after that.ā
āGotta find the silver lining somewhere,ā you teased.
Rafe chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. This time it was deeper, and for a moment, you almost forgot you were still at work. When he pulled away, he glanced back toward the bar. āYou need me to stick around?ā
You shook your head. āNah, I think your little display of alpha male behavior probably scared off any other creeps for the night.ā
He smirked, looking a little too pleased with himself. āGood.ā
āGo hang out with the guys,ā you said, patting his chest. āIāll see you when Iām done.ā
He hesitated for a second, his hand still resting on your waist like he wasnāt ready to let go, but finally, he nodded. āAlright. But if I see him againā¦ā
āYou wonāt,ā you assured him. āAnd if you do, Iāll let you know.ā
He gave you one last kiss, then reluctantly let you go and headed back toward his friends. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself before you turned back to the bar.
Forty minutes later, Rafe stood by the side of his truck, fingers drumming against the hood as he waited for you to finish up. He hated this place most days ā hated how these old, rich assholes thought they could treat you like you were some kind of prize they could buy. It had taken everything in him not to knock that guy out earlier, but he knew you didnāt want a scene.Ā Still, heād been fuming ever since.
Youād be out any minute now, and the two of you would go to his house. He just needed to chill. But then, five minutes passedā¦ then sixā¦ and a knot started to form in his stomach. You were never this late getting out, and youād told him youād be quick tonight.
Where the were you? He checked his phone again. Nothing.
Rafe pushed off the truck and started pacing, his eyes glancing between the front entrance and the locker room doors around the back. He knew you were still inside, but something wasnāt sitting right with him. His instincts were screaming at him now. After another minute, he couldnāt take it anymore. Fuck this.
He strode back inside and headed straight for the back hall that led to the locker room where you always changed after work. As he turned the corner, his heart stopped. There, right outside the locker room door, was the same asshole from earlier ā the drunk creep whoād been hitting on you. His greasy hand was on the door, shoving it open, trying to force his way inside.
Rafe saw red.
Without thinking, he surged forward, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming him back against the wall so hard the drywall cracked.Ā āWhat theĀ fuckļæ½ļæ½do you think youāre doing?ā
The guy didnāt have time to react before Rafeās fist connected with his jaw, his head snapping back against the wall. He stumbled, eyes wide with shock as he tried to raise his hands in defense, but Rafe didnāt give him a chance.
āYou thought you could get away with that shit?!ā He growled as he shoved him again, pinning him hard against the wall. The guy let out a choked gasp, his face going pale as he tried to squirm out of Rafeās grip.
āI-I wasnātāā the guy sputtered, his words slurred from the blow.
Rafe didnāt want to hear it. He threw another punch, this one harder than the first, his knuckles splitting against the guyās cheekbone. All he could see was you ā you, behind that door, completely unaware that this piece of shit had been about to force his way in.
āRafe!āĀ
He stopped his fist still clenched, inches from the guyās face. He turned his head just enough to see you standing in the doorway, dressed in your usual jeans and a hoodie, eyes wide, like you couldnāt believe what you were seeing.
āBaby,ā you said stepping forward. āItās okay. Heās not worth it.ā
But Rafe couldnāt let it go ā couldnāt let the image of this creep forcing his way into the room where you were out of his head. The thought made him sick. It made him want to tear this him apart piece by piece.
āI should fucking kill you,ā Rafe spat, his voice tremblingĀ Ā as he pressed the guy harder against the wall.
āPlease. Iām okay. He didnāt get in.ā
It took every little ounce of self-control Rafe had, but he finally let the guy go, stepping back just enough for the asshole to crumple to the floor, groaning in pain.
āYou come near her again, I swear to godā¦ā He didnāt finish the sentence. He didnāt need to. The guy knew exactly what he meant.
The creep scrambled to his feet, clutching his bleeding face as he stumbled down the hallway, mumbling something that Rafe didnāt bother to listen to. His eyes were on you now, his breathing heavy as the adrenaline started to wear off.
His hands were still shaking, āAre you sure youāre okay?ā
You nodded, though your eyes were still wide, āIām fine. He didnāt get in, baby. You stopped him.ā
Rafe exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he tried to breathe properly. The thought of what couldāve happened if he hadnāt come inside when he did made him want to throw up. āI shouldāve been here,ā he muttered āI shouldāve been right here with you.ā
āRafe, you canāt be with me every second,ā you stepped closer to him. āYou did the right thing. Iām okay. Really.ā
But he wasnāt convinced. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, needing to know for sure that you were safe. His grip was tight, maybe too tight, but he couldnāt help it. āI swear to god, if heād touched youā¦ā
āHe didnāt,ā you murmured, your hands rubbing soothing circles on his back, āHe's not going to."
He held you like that for a long moment, his heart still beating too fast, his mind conjuring everything that couldāve gone wrong tonight.
Ā āNo more working late nights here.ā
You pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. āRafeāā
āIām serious,ā he interrupted, āThis place is full of creeps, and Iām not letting you deal with that shit anymore.ā
You sighed, āWeāll talk about it.ā
He didnāt argue ā not now, at least. But as far as he was concerned, you werenāt coming back here.Ā Not without him.
āWhat the hell is going on back here?ā
You both turned to see Greg, your manager, striding down the hallway. He looked between you and Rafe, his eyes landing on the dented wall and the bloodied handprint smeared across it.
āSeriously, what the hell happened?ā He barked, crossing his arms over his chest. āWhy is there a guy running out of here with blood on his face?"
Rafe stiffened beside you.
He didnāt like Greg ā never had. In his mind, he was lazy, incompetent, and more interested in playing golf with the country club regulars than actually managing anything. You opened your mouth to try to explain, but he beat you to it.
āWhy donāt you fix your goddamn locks, Greg?ā Rafe snapped, stepping forward, āIf you werenāt so busy kissing everyoneās ass, maybe youād realize that your employees arenāt fucking safe here.ā
Greg blinked, āWhat are you talking about?ā
Rafe pointed to the locker room door, where the knob was still hanging loosely, as if the creep had almost succeeded in breaking it off.
āYour fucking locker room door doesnāt lock. That asshole was trying to force his way in while she was changing.Ā What the hell are you running here, man?ā
Greg glanced at the door, then back at you, his face paling slightly but instead of apologizing, or even showing the slightest bit of concern, he threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. āLook, I didnāt knowāā
āYeah, because you donāt pay attention to shit!ā Rafe shot back, his voice rising. āYou think you can just let her and the other girls fend for themselves? Is this the kind of place youāre running?ā
āRafe,ā you murmured, your hand on his arm again, trying to calm him down. āItās fine.ā
But Rafe was far from calm. His hands were shaking, and his eyes locked onto Greg. āNo, itās not fucking okay. This shit keeps happening, and itās gonna get someone hurt.ā
Greg took a step back, holding up his hands in surrender. āLook, Iāllā¦ Iāll talk to the maintenance guys, alright? Weāll fix the lock.ā
āNot good enough,ā Rafe snapped, āYou better fix itĀ tonight. Because if this happens again, Iām not gonna be so nice next time.ā
Greg swallowed hard, clearly shaken. āY-Yeah. Fine. Weāll take care of it.ā
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head in disgust. āYou better.āĀ
He turned his back on Greg without another word, grabbing your hand again as he led you toward the exit. His grip was tight, and once you were outside, you let out a breath you didnāt realize youād been holding.Ā
āRafe,ā you said softly, pulling him to a stop as you stood by the side of his truck. āItās over. Iām okay.ā
He exhaled sharply as he looked down at you. āI canāt stand that guy,ā he muttered. āHe doesnāt give a shit about you or anyone else working here.ā
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tight, his chin resting on the top of your head. For a moment, he just held you like that, the tension slowly ebbing away. āYou shouldnāt have to deal with this shit,ā he murmured against your hair.
āI know. Letās just go home.ā
Rafe looked down at you, his brow furrowing slightly, āIām gonna get you a gun.ā
"A gun?"
"Yeah," Rafe said seriously, his grip tightening on your waist. āYou need to be able to protect yourself if I'm not around."
"Baby, that's... kind of extreme," you tried to make him understand, "I donāt need a gun." You placed your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing slow circles "I know you're worried. I know you donāt want me dealing with stuff like this, but a gun isnāt the answer."
He sighed, āI just want you to be safe.ā
āI know,ā you nodded. āAnd I will be. I promise.ā
He held you close for a few more seconds, his forehead resting against yours. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he nodded. āOkay. No gun.Ā For now.ā
You smiled faintly, relieved. āThank you.ā
āBut if it appens again, Iāll shoot him myself.ā
āOkay, James Bond, get in the car.ā
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Side-Note: Sorry but I really needed to do this, my heart desires this angst rn but dw y'all get ur happy ending (reader will throw chan off a building and gets married to jay why papiš)āØ
You were walking at a river, listening to a story one of your friends is telling, when you receive a message.
You groan and take out you phone to answer back as quickly as possible, but when you saw what the message was about, you were the one that nearly collapsed.
You didn't mean to be that mean, you really didn't but it just pissed you off so much. He hurt you and now he's expecting you to just come over and act like nothing ever happened?? You did care about him, a lot, but rightnow, you don't even know if you care about him since he's your boyfriend, or because he's a human being. Either way, you don't plan on forgiving him, not yet, not since it's been a week and there hasn't been even one message or apology.
"Y/n? Y/nnnnnnn everything okay????? You've been staring at your phone for minutes." Rin, one of your friends, asks you, as you were standing still, staring at your conversation with Felix.
"I'm...fine..just something..... unnecessary" you shove your phone back in your bag "Let's not mind it. How about we'll go shopping?" They all agreed on going shopping, but you honestly weren't in the mood for a fun day anymore, not when your mind keeps wandering to chan. Even if he was an asshole...you still love him.
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Later that evening, you drove over to the hospital chan was at, to "just drop off a bag" of fresh clothing for him tomorrow.
Earlier that day you asked Felix not to drop anything off and that you'll do it later, also asking him about Chan's state. Apparently he fainted due to stress, lack of sleep and also a sudden panic where his heartbeat wasn't quick enough to exchange the oxygen in his body fast enough, so it was in fact not your fault.
Well, not all at least.
You were just going to take a quick look at him, to make sure he's not dead. You love him after all... You can't just stop caring for him, you just wanted to see that he's okay...it's been a week and to be honest, you did miss him, somehow.
So here you sit, next to his bed, watching him sleep peacefully. The nurses let you in, when you said you'd quickly drop off his bag.
You just stared at his face for a while, before standing up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before walking towards the door, turning around when he mumbles out your name.
Oh this voice. His voice. How you missed hearing your name with that voice, from him. But instead of saying anything, you quickly and quietly get out of the room. You didn't wanna talk to him and you also don't want to give him the joy of knowing, that you still miss him after what he said.
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The next morning you were awoken by messages blowing up your phone and were close to a heart attack when you didn't recognize your surroundings, when you realize that you moved in your new apartment early, so you wouldn't wake up to a half dead chan banging at your door.
Instead, that half dead oldie decided to blow up your phone.
You turn you phone off, lay it on the nightstand, cover yourself with your blanket and.... Cry.
What did you do? Why did you say that? And why did he keep giving you the fault? Questions over questions linger in your head as you cried. You didn't want all this to end, but what if he notices he's actually better of without you? What if you just....destroyed a 3 year long relationship just because of your stupid personality?...
No. He deserved if. He definitely did for being an asshole. But do you really have to suffer, because of his mistakes?
You eventually cried yourself to sleep, in hope that it was just a bad dream...
Sometimes it's heart to accept the truth, because the truth sometimes hurts.
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donāt text and swing! // miles morales x reader

miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?
cute lil miles texting headcanons
sum short n simple
readers gender not rlly specified
ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best š
requests r open!!
miles says mentirosa that jus means liar
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š·ļø Youāre never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesnāt do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isnāt saving New York is pretty difficult.
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it
10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rnā¦
10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame
10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it āļø
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isnāt the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room
10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious rightā¦š¤Ø
10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force
10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!
10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehowā¦IT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?
10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazyā¦
10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go
10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?
10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad
10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES
10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO
10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS
10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb youāre probably busy saving somebody
10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there
10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Itās okay i like you a little deranged š©
1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning
1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?
1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?
1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: Iāve been studying! š¤
1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you areā¦
š·ļø You text him while heās in the middle of fighting? You bet heās going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; āHold on, let me respond to them real quickā¦ā While theyāre throwing punches at Miles, heās dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, heās text arenāt legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you donāt understand half the things heās typing. Texting him while heās swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and heās always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing heās spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.
3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner
3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food š
3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours
3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke
3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy
3:53 pm [ you ]: if youāre busy why r u texting me š
3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing
3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj
3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles
3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away
4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr
5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY
5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore
5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah
5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: Howās your day been?
5:49 pm [ you ]: itās been ehhhhh
5:49 pm [ you ]: iāve been missing you š
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp
5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!
5:54 pm [ you ]: what
6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE
6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying
6:02 pm [ miles <3]: Iāve been missing you too
6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive š
6:05 pm [ you ]: donāt text and swing miles
š·ļø He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? Heās going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. Heās all giddy when he does, in his head heās like, āWill that impress them?ā āDo they think thatās cool?ā āTheyāre going to love this!ā
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right
11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)
11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH š
11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen
11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: š
11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?
11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey
11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN
11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa š
š·ļø Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. Youāre the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here
3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh thatās actually so pretty
3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?
3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Iām going to take you here one day for lunch
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen
6:55 pm [ you ]: itās just you doing the peace sign while swinging
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like itās a bad thing
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Itās a nice photo :(
6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen
6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)
6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman
6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD
š·ļø He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.
10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)
10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?
10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate š
10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally
10:03 am [ you ]: enough.
fanks to everyone who sent in requests IM WIRITN G THEM RN āļø
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Riding whatever jjk man you want in the car? Honestly, the meaner the better.
Oh God I'm drooling already š¤¤
Kisses ā¤ļø
Okiee btw i LOVE all your ideas ā¤ (please marry me š)
MDNI
Master list's
āÆ Sum
Riding jjk men in the car šš(āąŖ¦ā)
āÆWarnings
Fem!reader, dom boys, customized sex toys, money spending (ofc), Satoru sitting beside you and suguru while ya'll fuck but for like a second, edging, clit stim, teasing, degradation, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, semi-public sex, Degradation, Name-calling, kinda forced crawling, Power Imbalance, Spanking (A shit ton of ass spanking in Suguru's), Cockwarming, begging, Praise Kink, breeding kink, Possessiveness
āÆ The men
Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro
A\N:
Lowkey made Toji a biker man and fucked you on his bike. i honestly don't think he'd own or afford a car. Its hot anyway š
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Satoru Gojo /į ļ½”źļ½”į\
He'd always spoil his favourite girl. Buttt- he does always spoil himself too. I mean he is rich, so why not. So he has a nice car. Black Ferrari with blue accents. Leather seats.
Black tint.
There are a few reasons why it's fully black and you can't see through it. One being just in case there's a need to change clothes (happened before), number two, cops- he doesn't like to talk about why.
Three.
Making his pretty girl feel special, to fog up the windows, to make jaw dropping pleasure and shaky, loud breaths. And fuck you raw while your tied up or blindfolded with his blindfold of course.
That is his favourite part of having tint.
You were obviously shopping (with his black card), and he made Ijichi drive you both around today. So he could... have some fun. He made sure to get the limo not his lambo so it has the screen to separate the back to the drivers seat.
And a sound barrier.
He needs his perfect pretty girl to scream and cry.
In a good way of course.
He pulled up to the front doors of the wall and you came running out with bags and a ring with his initials, to make everyone know your his.
You have a big smile on your face and he grins coming out of the limo and takes your bags and holds you in his arms and kisses all over your face.
He brings you into the car and closes the screen. Making sure Igichi would not see his girl or more hear his girl. Your moans are made by him and owned by him.
With his money he got a special toy for you. As Igichi drives you're sitting on his lap as he's bouncing his knee bouncing you a bit.
This sex toy was a very small measured (he sent you clit measurements for the place) suction for the clit. It also vibrates and has a small nub thing that rubs on the inside. So it's super stimulating.
He got a key with a box. Is to put the remote in the box pull up your panties with the toy on and lock it in the box and throw the key and make you crawl in the moving car for it.
He starts his plan.
Instead of foreplay... he decided different.
"Strip."
You turn around on his lap with your jaw gaped open. "Toru-"
"Did I fucking stutter?"
You slowly take off your clothes, you know there is no way of getting out of this. You never have. You're left in your panties and bra. He unclasped your bra and you let out a whimper when he puts your nipple in his mouth.
His warm mouth warmed your tit making some feeling that only he can make you feel, no other man made you feel like this so sexy, so pleased. He moaned into tit as you bat your long lashes at him staring at him like he's the most beautiful man ever (he is). It just made his cock throb.
He slides off your panties sucking on your neck as he rubs your folds. He lightly brushes by your clit discreetly putting the toy on your clit. He quickly turned the toy on and you gasped as he threw the remote in the small box and locked it and threw the key across the car.
"Satoru!" You cry out. "What the f-" You got cut off as the vibrations knocked up a notch and he grinned. You crawl on the floor looking for the key as he slides your panties up so it's harder for you to take it off.
"Toru! Please get the remote." You beg as you shake on the floor as it suctions, vibrates and rubs. "Find the key pretty." He bluntly says. You are absolutely shocked. "Satoru, what the hell!?" You try to keep being mad but it feels so good.
You crawl on the floor like a little slut, his little slut, and he grins pouring himself a glass a wine with a smile. He sat all there distinguished in a tie and suit while your crawling on the floor mascara running down you face and in pretty pink panties.
He chuckles and continues sipping his whine. He leaned over and smacked your ass to make you whine out because that's favourite sound and it's fucking music to his ears.
You find the key and crawl back on the seats and shakily unlock the box taking out the remote. Before you clicked the off button Satoru took it back.
"Make me cum and then I'll turn it off..."
"Satoru! Please..." You whine, begging for this overstimulation to stop. "You have a safe word pretty girl. If you want me to stop that bad, I would, you know that."
He grabs your hands and sits you on his lap pulling your panties back down. He pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times before he slowly sinks you on it.
He throws his head back sexily, showing his long slender neck. God that just made you tighten around him. You slowly start to move up and down on his cock.
God the way he smiled it just made you bounce faster.
"Faster."
He slapped your ass again making you ride him faster. He cums inside, you're quite thankful for your birth control or you would be extremely pregnant right now especially the fact that Gojo hates condoms.
He stops the vibrations after you squeeze around him and cum. His dick is sensitive so he pulls you off of him and kisses your sweaty forehead.
He helps you get dressed and kisses your forehead.
"Such a good girl for me..."
Suguru Geto ā”(> ąØ <)ā”
One thing Suguru does not give a shit about is where he fucks you. He would of course not do it somewhere you don't want but to him? He doesn't care.
So that's how you ended up taking his cock in the passenger seat while his best friend Satoru is watching you both driving.
"Damn calm down Suguru your gonna break her-"
"Keep your eyes on the fucking road and don't speak or look at her she's mine dumbass." Suguru groaned as he bounced you more on his cock.
Satoru chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. "I ain't watching this shit anymore." He gets out of the car and walks down the road.
Suguru doesn't care where he's going he's too focused on how good your pussy's sucking him up and taking him.
"F-Fucker." You hollered as his tip bruised your cervix. Wrapping around him like a vice. "You're so tight- shit."
He refuses to be fully dominated so he shakily runs a hand down down your body and he rubs quick circles on your clit.
You move quicker chasing your orgasm before he takes his hand away leaving the burning feeling in your stomach as he stops you from moving too.
"P-Please don't stop, Sugu, it hurts!" Tears pricked at your eyes as he slapped your ass as he continued to cockwarm him.
His tip was pushing against your g-spot so that didn't make it any better. It was so hot and sweaty and cramped in there all you wanted to do was cling to him.
He kissed your forehead and you moaned from his touch alone. God this man was breath taking.
"Beg."
Your eyes widen as that one word escapes his mouth. "W-What?" You stutter out still sensitive from everything. "Did I fucking stutter?" He looks you dead in the eyes with a cold serious stare. But that mean grin just got you wetter.
At this point you had to beg.
"Please Sat- I mean Sugu." You accidentally almost said Satoru. You're too cock drunk to know the difference. His eyes filled up with something you've never seen in him.
He grabbed your hair and pulled your face closer to him. "Your gonna fucking take something before you get my cock. But you're gonna sit here on my cock with no movement. Such a bad girl."
He turned you around on him with his cock still inside so your ass is facing him. You grab on to the dashboard as you feel his hot breath on your neck.
You know you're in trouble.
He lands a hand to your ass causing a pleasurable sting. He keeps hitting till your ass was cherry red. Tears roll down your face from the pain but then again it's Suguru so you don't have much say.
He starts to feel a little bad and rubs your ass, gently kissing your neck. He turns you back around and kisses your lips. He starts to bounce you on his cock.
The pleasureful burn in your stomach reappears. You let out a small moan at his thick cock hitting spots that only he can reach. Instead of stopping he continues.
He rubs your clit extremely fast once more making you bounce harder and at this point your moans turned into screams.
You finally cum in unison with him. His cum warming your walls as your squirt drips down on his cock.
He pulls you off of him as you sit on his lap wincing at the burn on your ass.
You instantly fall asleep.
He dresses you and holds you on his lap holding you close kissing your forehead.
He looked up and saw Satoru in the bushes with his cock in his hand grinning at him when they made eye contact.
"For fucks sake-"
Toji Fushiguro ā(ā āā¢ā-āā¢ā ā)ā
It was late at night, the air was crisp and cold. You're walking around a parking garage trying to find your boyfriend- Toji.
You quickly found him standing by his motorcycle with one of compression shirts and his grey sweats.
He gives you a tight hug. "Hey pretty." He says in his deep enveloping voice that send shivers down your spine.
His musky scent makes all your senses water. God this man was fucking perfect. All though to him he's nothing. He swears you're the most gorgeous, perfect thing in the universe.
But you always remind him that he's perfect too. Reminding him of that, maybe being cuddles, compliments, or something like that. But his personal favourite is your special compliments to his dick.
God that makes his ego spike over the roof.
"I need some support baby, I'm not feeling 100%..." He said in a sappy tone. You were about to get sappy for him but then...
It hit you. He never would get all corny like this unless it was for sex. But you decide to humour him anyway.
"Oh no baby? What's wrong?" You say in an obvious sarcastic tone. "Something wrong down here?" You pat his crotch and he jolts with that handsome smirk of his.
He holds you close. "Maybe I do." He says in that tone of his that makes your thighs clench and your panties wet, no soaked.
He flipped up your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side making you bend over on his bike.
"Toji we are in fucking public!" You hissed at him quietly. There weren't many people around but still there might be cameras or people since it's a fucking parking garage.
He took out his cock and slapped his cock against your folds and swiped it making sure it's soaked with your juices. Making sure it's lubed enough because he is quite big and he would never want to hurt his pretty girl.
He slowly pushed it making you grab on to his bike and squeeze your eyes shut at the immaculate stretch.
"Y-Your so big..." Fat tears rolled down your face as he began snapping his hips, his tip hitting your cervix and his thick veins massaging all your sweet spots.
You finish on him and he cums inside, massive fucking amounts of it.
He pulls out fingering the cum back inside before he sits on his bike. He pulls you on his lap and bounces you on his cock.
"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't make you come not once but twice."
There you were riding his cock, feeling so fucking good. You didn't care about being caught anymore, all you cared about was how good all of this felt.
His happy trail was scratching against your clit and it made you whine out and he grabbed the plush of your ass helping you move up and down faster.
You finally squirted with one of your squeals and your walls gripping his cock all so nicely he came too.
You were so stuffed with his cum it was dripping out.
He stood up and pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down and not scrunched around your hips.
"It's messy..." You whined into his ear with a pout and he kissed it because how cute it was.
"Good because you belong to me sweet girl, never forget that. And this is a good way to make sure you feel it too."
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Ya'll this was in my drafts i forgot to finish it sryyy but now it's done <3 š
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tdwp is my newest hyperfixation omg they're actual cuties š also, idk if you take req for that series but imagine if y/n calls 'ms.yu' jimin? what and how would it happen?
im so glad you asked bc i was actually gonna write smth abt this
from my series: the devil wears prada
y/n was tired.
no, scratch that. she was exhausted.
jimin had been in a particularly bratty mood todayāmore than usual, which was saying a lot. from the moment y/n stepped into the penthouse that morning, jimin had been barking orders like a spoiled princess.
āy/n, i want coffee. but not the one from that cafĆ© down the street. the one thatās an hour away.ā
āy/n, i told you i hate this fabric. does anyone listen to me?ā
āy/n, why is princess ignoring me again? fix it.ā
the day only got worse from there. multiple meetings, a last-minute fitting, and a spontaneous decision from jimin to change her entire schedule had y/n running around like a headless chicken. by the time they returned to the penthouse, y/n was ready to throw herself onto the floor and never get up.
but, of course, jimin had one more demand.
āy/n, get me my robe.ā
y/n, half-asleep while standing, barely processed the request. āget it yourself, jimin.ā
silence.
the air froze.
y/n, brain catching up two seconds too late, immediately realized her mistake.
she never called jimin by her name. not once. it was always ms. yu, spoken with the perfect amount of indifference to let her know she wasnāt impressed by her diva behavior.
but right now? she definitely just called her jimin. and not in a professional way.
no, she said itāall casual, all natural, like it was second nature. like she had the right to.
jimin blinked, then turned slowly, her expression unreadable. āā¦ what did you just say?ā
y/nās soul left her body. ānothing.ā
jimin narrowed her eyes, stepping closer. āno, no. say it again.ā
y/n cleared her throat, standing straighter. āi saidāuhāget it yourself, ms. yu.ā
jimin scoffed, lips curling in amusement. āms. yu? oh, no, no, no. thatās not what you said.ā
y/n swallowed. āi think it was.ā
jimin smirked. āyou called me jimin.ā
āno, i didnāt.ā
āyes, you did.ā
āi think youāre hearing things.ā
jimin tilted her head, looking way too pleased with herself. āso now youāre calling me by my first name? so inappropriate, y/n. whatever happened to professionalism?ā
y/n groaned, rubbing her face. āit was an accident.ā
āhmm.ā jimin tapped a manicured nail against her lips. āi donāt know. sounded pretty natural to me.ā
y/n scowled. ādonāt let it get to your head.ā
ātoo late.ā
y/n sighed, shaking her head. āare you done?ā
jimin pretended to think. āhmmā¦ no.ā she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping into something teasing. āsay it again.ā
y/n blinked. āwhat?ā
āsay my name again.ā
y/n narrowed her eyes at her, before letting out a defeated and tired sigh. ājimin.ā
āagain.ā
ādonāt be a child.ā
jimin clasped her hands together like she won, āahhhh, music to me ears.ā
āwhatever.ā y/n dismissed, rolling her eyes, fighting back that stupid tug on her lips that threatened to make her smile.
and from then on, it justā¦ stuck.
calling jimin āms. yuā felt weird. forced. unnatural.
but jimin?
she loved it.
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hiii I really love ur writing I eat it up everytimee ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøššš
I was wondering if I could request a Jason Todd like thingy where reader is new to Gotham and she doesnt know her boyfriend (jason) is red hood or who he is really . And one night he just passes out straight in bed without even thinking about his suit and helmet and reader wakes up to this masked man in her bed and is like screaming and being like āwtf who the hell are youā āmy bf is huge and heāll fuck you upā and calling Jason and stuff and heās just like tf?
Ik this request is like all over the place but I just randomly had this cute idea and I thought youād eat it up š
thankkk uu ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
rough night (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)
civil!reader x jason todd
prompt: where jason still keeps being a vigilante a secret from you, and you continue to be clueless that your boyfriend is red hood, until one rough night he forgets something a little important.
a/n: omg hi! i'm so happy with your request, sorry that it take so long, but here it is, i love how your mind work btw, hope you like it, i actually don't think my writing is good on this one, but the prompt is amazing! feel free to send requests!
It was a particularly calm night, at least for you, who had already done your bedtime routine, and were curled up in the couch with your favorite book, waiting for your boyfriend.
You watched on the news that there was a chasing, but this is Gotham, there is always a chasing on the news, you may not have lived here for long, but you are used to the special way of the city, fights, deaths and crimes that flooded the city on an ordinary weekday.
As much as you enjoyed waiting for your boyfriend to get home, so you could go to bed with him, he was pretty late today, and it was already late night, sleep was starting to overtake you, the book slowly becoming less interesting and more hazy, finally making you decide it was time to go to bed.
Now, even though Gotham is a dangerous city, and more than anything, unexpected, you definitely didn't expect that on a cool tuesday night you would walk into your room in your pretty pajamas and comfortable robe and find a huge vigilante lying on your bed, comfortable, as if he lived there his whole life.
And no one can blame you that your first reaction was to scream, scream for your life, while the book falls from your hand, you were in complete shock, the vigilante waking up confused as he looks around and finds you wrapped in your pink robe looking absolutely terrified.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my fucking apartment?" she said frantically as tears began to well up in your eyes as you grabbed the closest thing to you, to defend yourself, which turned out to be the lamp on your nightstand.
And the man lying in your bed looks just as confused as you do, even more, his head tilted to the side, you can't see through the intimidating red helmet, but you're sure if you could, you'd see a huge question mark hanging on his face.
"What do you mean who the hell am I? Have you lost your mind, honey?" And it wasn't until his voice came out modified by the modulator that Jason realized he was still in his full uniform, including his helmet, which explained his girlfriend's complete panic upon seeing him.
"Look, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute, and he's huge and he's going to beat the hell out of you, so please leave."
The words might have been intended to be threatening, but they lost their effect almost instantly when he knew that the boyfriend she was referring to was the one lying on the bed being threatened at that moment, and also by the tears he desperately wanted to wipe from your face.
And, as Gotham is the city of the unexpected, the unexpected happens, and the huge vigilante lying on your bed starts laughing, but not a threatening laugh, or a shy little giggle, he starts to really laugh, the kind of laugh that you throw your head back for laughing so hard, while slowly removing the helmet from his head.
And when your beloved boyfriend reveals himself, the lamp in your hand slowly lowers as your lips part in pure shock.
"Jason? What the hell is going on right now?"
She said while still holding the lamp, and looked at him more confused than ever, and the once scary and threatening vigilante stands up and wraps you in a hug, while you remain in complete shock.
"Did you have any intention to tell me about this at some point?"
Your mind, still recovering from the shock, manages to elaborate and ask, while you return the hug, as tight as you can, still shaking from finding out that your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know if you were going to be ready to hear it, and if you would still be with me after you found out."
"If you would still see me the same way, you would love me the same way"
And now your shock is for a completely different reason, as you pull away from his embrace softly, your brows furrowed in pure indignation.
"Are you kidding me right now? Jason I would love you and be with you even if you were the fucking Batman."
And a comforting smile appears on your face, as you, on your tiptoes, hold his face in your hands as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for you, he was.
"Jay, I love you regardless of any of this, if you're a secret vigilante at night, your secrets or anything else, because I love you for who you are and I need you to know that."
And now the bright tears in your eyes were for a completely different reason, you just didn't expect him to think that way, when right there in front of you is the man you loved the most in the world.
"God, what did I do to deserve someone like you?" he murmurs into your hair as you're wrapped around each other, you guiding him towards the comfortable bed.
"I ask myself that every day, Jay."
And now, with no secrets and curled up comfortably in each other, as it should be, he whispers to you.
"About that Batman thing, we need to talk."
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Omg I love your stories so much especially the cod ones ššš could you please write a ghost x reader oneshot where the reader maybe gets shot taking a bullet meant for him and maybe they are in an established relationship please with a happy ending
Ignoring Orders & Accepting Lead
A/N: I loved this req. and I hope you're okay with the direction I took this in. I'm trying to get the other asks I've been sent finished in a somewhat timely manner... haha! Honestly, I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing as much as all of you have. <3 Summary: Established relationships mean occasional arguments... You and Ghost have one before a mission. And the make-up conversation is a little less than standard for most couples. T/W: Canonical Violence, guns, knives, Blood, Death (non-major characters), severe injuries, tension, hurt/comfort, HAPPY ENDING, Ghost being a bit overprotective, Reader being a smartass, not proofread.
Arguments with Ghost happened a lot more frequently than anyone would ever suspect. While he liked to stay quiet when the opportunity arose, it was also know that if you could avoid a conflict, you would just to make sure the temperature of the situation didnāt rise too high. As a pair, it made you great operators, just for the skill-set you each had as well as the predisposition to get things done quickly, and quietly. As for being in a relationship, your characterās held zero influence on the way that you cared about each other of how that would display itself during moments of tension or disagreement. Especially in moments during missions where things werenāt going to plan, and your ideas severely countered Ghostās.
One of those fights had occurred right before youād been dropped into a very small town outside of CuliacĆ”n, Sinaloa. At HQ, Price was splitting everyone up for their distinct purposes, and youād been immediately assigned with Ghost for an infil job. One requiring both of you to get in and get out of the well-known cartel stronghold without getting caught or being killed. Naturally you accepted the task without so much as flinching, whereas Ghost didnāt have such an easygoing attitude about it.
He was fucking furious.
First he tried threatening Price, demanding that you not be listed for that and go with Soap for the much less risky job of tracking down a small-time dealer whoād been listed as having information valuable to the task force. Price wasnāt stupid enough to not recognize where Ghostās rage was coming from, and just simply said that if you wanted the job, there was nothing he could do about it since youād already read the briefing and knew the entire plan just as well as anyone else. It wasnāt what he wanted to hear from the Captain, and that made things all the worse for you when you said you werenāt going to let him go in alone.
One of the worst fights youād ever had with Ghost since your partnership became a fully-fledged romance happened right off the helipad being fueled-up for your departure. God it was miserable, and it hurt every ounce of you to have to defend yourself over the one thing that you were certain you could do.Ā Your job. Understanding Ghostās protective instinct was one thing, but there had to be a line drawn where him throwing his weight and rank around to limit your exposure to risk couldnāt be done anymore.
Heād been totally insensitive to your side of the story, and was obstinate that if you got on the helo, heād not do a damn thing to keep you safe once you got to CuliacĆ”n. Merely to prove the bullshit point that you couldnāt to the job without him. That statement alone had you strapping into your flight harness quicker than Ghost could utter ājesus christā under his breath. Totally stonewalling you for the entire flight and practically acting like you didnāt even exist. Hell, he wouldnāt even go over the mission plan as was typical, leaving youĀ fullyĀ to fend for yourself and follow his lead without even a hand signal to lead you through it.
Everything on entry went smoothly.
No guards were stationed in the underground sewer tunneling, leaving you very dry and unhindered on the half-mile walk from your drop-point to the access ladder leading up into the basement of a massive chapel-turned-base of operations. Whether or not youād been keeping up or not didnāt appear to phase Ghost in the slightest, and he continued on and up into the basements without so much as glancing your way. You were quickly losing your patience, and getting than much more hurt with hoe easily he could turn off the affection and care that he always had for you. Sure, he wasnāt the coddling type, but youād never wanted that from him; butĀ thisĀ was a whole different level of coldness.
Inside the basement there were stockpiles of cocaine, pre-packed on shipping crates with a printed docket of everything contained on each. Just seeing that much shit all in one room made your head spin. It was one thing knowing it existed, and understanding thatĀ tonsĀ of it were being shipped all over the world, but actually being in a room surrounded by it from almost floor-to-ceiling was quite overwhelming. And Ghostās own utterance of the sheer volume confirmed that it wasnāt just your own imagination leading you to think this was way too fucking much to handle. Bad part was, you couldnāt touch any of the shit or destroy it, and were solely on the objective of cloning their hard drives and bringing them back for examination.
Clearing stairwell after stairwell, and only needing to dispose of two guards -quick work with a sharp knife- youād been able to access their massive data stores collected in what appeared to be nothing more than a personal server farm. Kept extremely cold for the benefit of the rows of towers, youād been given the small cloning chip needed to transmit data back to HQ. But you needed a window of up to fifteen minutes to ensure everything was fully copied. You -and Ghost- both knew that fifteen minutes was far too long to just stand around with your thumbs up your asses and justĀ hopeĀ that no one wondered why the two guards youād shanked hadnāt checked in, or come to make a round inside the server room.
Ghost very instinctively covered the access door to the room, not even bothering to demand you give him the chip or take care of the data itself. A small reminder that he wasnāt totally untrusting of your skills, but still not large enough of a show that made you feel any less miserable about how your relationship was quite strained at the moment, all of something as small as a fifteen minute window of gathering information. By some miracle, you watched the progress on a small tablet linked to the chip and HQās data stores, watching it hit one-hundred percent in just under eight minutes. Perfect. It couldnāt go much smoother than that.
You were tapping Ghost on the shoulder, and giving a small thumbs-up just as the sounds of footsteps running up the stairwell outside began echoing. More than just one or two. It was actually a lot more than you even had the ammunition to handle, considering the job was deemed covert. Neither you or Ghost went withoutĀ someĀ protectionā¦ but youād been packed out a lot lighter than normal. Right away he was stepping back from the door and checking his watch with a stern look in his eyes. One you recognized as realization that youād have to fight your way out of this. Ugly, bloody, and violent.
Exactly what he didnāt want in the fuckinā first place.
Ghost was inside of his own mind, trying to balance out the fear of you being in the middle of a cartel fire-fight and the rage he still felt when you just wouldnāt fucking listen to him right from the beginning. He knew what cartels did to women, and a pretty one like you wouldnāt have the mercy of just being killed. No. Theyād fucking torture and toy with you until there wasnāt anything human left inside of you. Thatās why heād been so goddamn adamant that you stay behind for this one.
The data youād copied over was bullshit compared to you living and breathing for another day. And Ghost couldnāt stand to think heād walked you right into this place without at leastĀ tryingĀ to show you that he cared enough to see you live. Dying wasnāt a fear of his, but there was nothing he dreaded more than the mental image of you bleeding out in his arms all because of his own fucking mistakes.
Yet, here he stood. Having to make the decision on what to do or how to get you both out of here alive if he could even manage that in the first place. Part of him was already preparing to let them take him and give you enough time to slip away. You were fast enough. Small, so theyād have a far harder time picking you out in a crowd. But if heās assumptions were correct, the tunnels would still be clear.
He gave you one last look, and grabbed hold of your vest to pull you behind him; Hearing the footsteps of more than six men filling into the large room outside of the server farm. Some barking orders to check down the hall, while others were meant to stay posted at the stairs to block off anyone flushed out. Ghost felt his own body starting to get cold. So desensitized to the violence he was already prepping himself to commit that if it wasnāt for you being there, heād had already burst through the door and met them head on.
āFuckinā. Listen,ā He snapped as quietly as possible. Your ears perked up, happy to have just heard him speak, even if he sounded downright vicious. Your little hand tapping at his ribs as confirmation you were paying attention sent a shiver up his back.
āDonāt engage unless theyāre right in your way. Take the tunnels out, Iāll be right behind you.ā He barked out the orders under his breath.
Ghost couldnāt help but feel your hand fist into the material of his shirt. You didnāt like that one bit, and he didnāt need to see your face to know better. Because for whatever reason, you had it in your thick little head that he needed protecting as much as you did. Like it was your job to make sure he didnāt get hurt. Cute and a little bit amusing, Ghost hadnāt the slightest clue where you got the idea from or why it was such a massive trigger for him to challenge it. But right now, there was no fighting about it. Heād not take no for an answer, and when you didnāt give a confirmation right away, he growled in impatience.
Reluctantly, you gave it with a small tap rubbing your thumb over his hip bone.
One minute, Ghost was pushing open the door and spotting only three men within direct threat distance and seeing only one man standing at the top of the stairs. A split second of decision had him throwing two knives, and charging at the third to ensure that youād only have to take care of the one remaining. He sunk a third knife in, feeling the man sink to his knees and drop to the floor, retrieving two of his blades before turning around right as the sound of a pistol registered. Ghost realized his fatal error in the squeeze of a trigger too late.
Only you saw what was coming, and Ghost watched you crumple to the floor between the shooter and himself; Stopping the man from shooting him in the back, but catching you somewhere of your front that residual splatter from the rained over his mask and tac vest. Everything around Ghost slowed, nearing an entire halt to the earth as you fell limply to the ground. Not even moving to try and cover your wound or catch yourself from the fall to the marble floor. Nightmares couldnāt compare to the sight of you crumpled in a heap of gear and bulky material after watching you purposefully allow your life to be traded for his.
The shooter wasnāt lucky enough to squeeze the trigger again for the knife that embedded itself in his forehead. Retribution. Quick but not as instantaneous as it wouldāve been with a gun of his own. He was forced to see his own death approach with the snapped rotation of a throwing knife Ghost had sharpened days ago. He wanted to it last longerā¦ make the bastard pay for it. Torture him for as long as his body could take, then give him just enough time to recover and start all over again.
But you needed himā¦Ā Fuck.Ā He needed you.
On the ground, you knew youād taken a shot. But the adrenaline and immediate blow of it had you frozen on the floor. You couldnāt really tell where youād been shot, or how bad the damage was. Truthfully youād never experience it, and while many of the stories you heard over the years of your service, nothing they ever did to explain it was touching the utter fire radiating through your body. What you did know was that you were bleeding, and the shot had missed your tac vest; A small stream of blood was rolling through the grout lines in the floor, staining the white marble a sickening color.
Seeing Ghost on a knee in front of you, eyes wide and searching over your face was the next hazy image you recognized. His mask was shifting with the motion of him talking, but your ears were ringing. A pitchy and high whine blocked any other sound, even Ghostās voice which youād always been so very keen on paying close attention to. You felt awful. Putting him through this after youād literally just had the fight about you getting hurt. Guilt flooded your limited emotional capacity, and as Ghost readjusted to pick you up, you felt tears rolling down your face.
Youād not had a single second to react to the fourth man in the room, him having the jump on visualizing Ghost facing the other three. It made him a vulnerable target. And in the split second you had to doĀ something, youād jumped in the way. Laying out totally flat to use your entire body to shield his. Hoping to god luck was on your side. At this point, hanging over Ghostās shoulder limply as he rushed down the stairs on his way towards the basement, you werenāt sure if luck was on your side or not.
Thankfully, your hearing was slowly coming back in certain frequencies.
Sounds of gunfire and sirens blaring from the street level let you know that everyone within a few miles of the cathedral would be on the lookout for intruders. With all of the people whoād seen you, killed, no descriptions could be sent out or blared to citizens under control of the cartel. It didnāt help that Ghost was the largest man in the city who just happened to have on a skull mask and carrying a woman leaving behind noticeable drips of blood as a gruesome kind of trail to follow.
āCāmon baby, answer me!ā Ghost panting yell finally registered, and you were able to manage a weak pat on his lower back. You felt his hand squeeze the back of your thigh for a moment before his pace slowed from a quick run to almost a crawl.
āWe got companyā¦ā
There hadnāt been any men in the tunnel. But now that Ghost was less than fifty yards from their extraction point with a āmedicalā heli waiting for their return; three men were posted at the gated slope leading up to the hillside entry. The Lieutenant could feel your blood soaking into his shirt, wetting his shoulder. A bad reminder that you needed to get the fuck out of here right now. But he couldnāt get rid of those fuckers unless he put you down.
He squeezed at your thigh again to get your attention.
āI need - need to -fuck- set you downā¦ā Saying those words utterly destroyed Ghost. You were the only thing he cared about right now, but the longer he put this off, the risk of you dying loomed closer.
āNeed ya tāstay right hereā¦ okay? Donāt come outā¦ā
Carefully you felt him settle you behind a large sewage drain pipe connecting from the street into the small walkway. Easing your back against the curved brick wall and once again taking a very hard look at you. This time, he could see where the bullet had just missed the edge of your tac vest, entering through the ripped hole in your shirt just below your collarbone. Every hopeful fiber in Ghost wanted to believe it wouldnāt be non-lethal. But if it shattered your collarbone, the bullet fractured and clipped a vein or small artery, there was plenty to be concerned about.
He wouldāve packed the would just to stave off the blood flow. But he didnāt have the luxury of time. And whether or not Ghost would ever admit it to himself, repeatedly shoving his finger into your wound would render him down to a shell of a man. He couldnāt hurt you. Fuck, he couldnāt hurt you.
āStay hereā¦ Iāll be right back.ā He whispered against your forehead, pressing his masked mouth to your forehead.
You leaned into him, hearing his words and consciously noticing just how difficult it was to understand the words after hearing them. Almost like you couldnāt natively speak english and the meanings just werenāt instinctual anymore. God it took everything to comprehend that he was planning to clear the rest of the way, leaving you here. Eyes trailing after him sluggishly, you fought with your own arms to try and scoot back just a little further to peek between the large pipe you were leaning against to see if you could spot Ghost or the targets.
Being told to stay was always a difficult order for you. Even if you werenāt shot and struggling to manage simple bodily functions. Surprisingly, you were able to see the shadowed figured standing guard right at the gates youād come through, holding rifles and totally unaware of Ghost lurking within such easy range. You wondered why he didnāt just shoot them, and get this over with.
Why he needed stealth when the entire city was looking for you didnāt make a lot of sense in your mind. Until you saw five more men walk down to join the others. With one cut of your eyes to look at Ghost, you realized he had anticipated more and planned of making quick work. Itād been a long time since you watched him work alone. Nearly two years. Attempting to shift your shoulder it rocked your entire system. Biting your jaw to keep from making noise, you tried focusing through the tears in your eyes as the only man who held the key to not only your life, but your heart in his fist.
Ghost kept reevaluating his odds with each step closer. Feeling distracted in the worst way with the guilt of leaving you unprotected, and in no position to defend yourself in the case that he wasnāt able to take all of these men alone. Those odds -either realistic or narcissistic confidence- didnāt phase the Lieutenant in the slightest. He was fueled with rage. And while these bastards hadnāt done anything, just being in his path was a death sentence.
The fight started smoothy and efficiently, taking out the largest of the men and using his half-dead form as enough of a shield to eliminate the threat of three 12.7x99mm wielders, too surprised to shoot off five rounds. Another three surrounded him with nothing more than machetes swiping through the air with near misses. One smooth draw of his own pistol dropped two men, and when Ghost turned around to face the third the butt of a shotgun smacked across his vision, dropping him to his knees and hearing his pistol slide across the floor out of reach.
He hauled himself to a knee, watching the man throw the empty shotgun away and approach with a knife, glinting in the sunlight just on the outside of the tunnel. Ghost could actually hear the rotor blades of the helicopter cranking up, set into motion by the small tracker in his belt giving the pilot a comm-less tip off. Heād have to fight this hand-to-hand, and while he didnāt feel the least bit tired, Ghost knew a long fight only risked you further. And fuck if making you wait didnāt make his hair stand up on edge. Even in your state, he knew better than to think you wouldnāt start getting worried in the next couple of minutes.
His opponent took the first blow and used the hilt of his large blade to connect fully with Ghostās jaw. A heavy crack sounded, but the Lieutenant merely flinched; Throwing his own weight on the weight-matched man, and there ensued a grappling match that risked deadly knife wounds being grazed against straining forearms and a battle of wills that totally opposed one another on every basisā¦ Save for being the last man standing. For the second time in a single mission, Ghost found himself at the razorās edge of a knife pressing against his throat and no really foolproof tactic of getting out of it.
āSerĆ© el que te mate, fantasma..ā The man breathed hotly against Ghostās ear, jerking the knife closer and fighting the sheer strength in the Lieutenantās arm. āColgarĆ© tu cabeza en mi pared, bastardo.ā
Ghost fumbled with his other hand under the pressure on his throat began taking away the normal dexterity he functioned with; Trying to find a knife on his belt, or any kind of weapon at this point. Only all of them had been embedded in the dead bodies scattered around them. It had been a bad decision to listen to Price when he said to pack lightly. It would be the end of him.
Simon Riley didnāt show himself often during missions. Always locked away in the recesses of Ghostās mind, quietly biding his time until there was the few-and-far-between moment for him to appear for a few moments. Typically in the darkness of your shared bedroom with your face pressed between his shoulder blades and your little arm wrapped around his waist.
SimonĀ loved feeling your hand against his belly, twitching your fingers in your sleep and reminding him just how soft and loving you were; Happy to hold his hand tightly in the middle of unconsciousness just like you did when awake. Ghost did everything he could to protect Simon from anyone and anything that could hurt the other half of himself. But hearing another pistol register loudly in the tunnel, echoing back and forth for almost a whole minute; Ghost found himself losing control to Simon.
He felt the man above him slump in dead weight against his back. Muscles slack and the knife held to his throat clanged to the concrete. Looking in the direction of the shot, whatever protective grasp Ghost had on himself utterly dissolved. Youād managed to lay yourself out on the floor, hardly propped up on one elbow with your smoking pistol shaking in your hands. Tears spilled over your cheeks and with each second that passed, he could visualize the pain you felt from such a rough kickback in how you abruptly dropped the pistol in front of you and collapsed flat on the floor with a low groan.
He couldnāt have moved to your side faster.
Immediately picking you up again and making the very short but tense run back to the heli; all the while the pilot was looking between his instruments and the sight of Ghost holding you close to his chest in the floor.
āNo oneā¦ threatensā¦ to kill youā¦ butĀ meā¦ā You mutter pained, bearing a muddled smile up at Ghost.
Unbelievableā¦Ā Ghost hardened his stare, putting pressure to your wound and watching in quiet grief that he needed to cause you pain.
āGood shotā¦ did good babyā¦,ā He whispered back weakly, burying his face in your neck and squeezing you against him. Desperate to get you home and safe.
āGonna ignore how you refused to follow a superiorās orders three timesā¦ā He added stiffly, feeling you twitch when a spasm in your shoulder seized. You just bit out another pained noise, coughing a bit with the dust being kicked up from the helicopter lifting off.
The look you gave him couldnāt be seen as anything other than pure, innocent, and unflinching devotion. It nearly ripped Ghost out of the body you clung to, leaving Simon bracing you against his chest as the pilot at the front started giving information to the rest of the squad about fifty miles away at a safe house. Much too long for the Lieutenantās liking. But close enough that he could get you to his squad and they could ensure you didnāt leave him.
He couldnāt stand losing you, and theyād make sure you didnāt.
āSimon,ā Sweet and weak, your hand cups his cheek as you bring him out of an initial trigger. āMānot leaving you anytime soon. Love you too much.ā Your eyes close as your head leans agains him trustingly.
His chest crumbled in on itself. āLove you too, babyā¦ I love you too.ā
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hiiii meeya iām ready to place my order!! could i please have haikyuu (sugawara) andā¦ enemies to lovers? and i was thinking something along the lines of a canon-compliant written piece where reader is either a player on the womenās team or a manager of a rival school, but honestly i donāt mind if you want to change anything! thank you soso much š«¶ this place is beautiful š
RIDICULOUS; sugawara koushi. burgerāhaikyuu. drinkāenemies to lovers.
contents word count ; 1380. reader is on crutches. ooc! sugawara. profanity. oh also reader is on the vball team. arguing. confessions.
authors notes this is so dramatic for nooo reason š hope u like this may!
this blows.
usually, youāre vocabulary is a little more mature, but thisāstanding on the sidelines while your teammates lose to a team they could be winning againstāit blows.
and your ankle injury? it blows. the fact that youāre out for the rest of the season, the fact that you know your teammates are blaming you for their losses, the fact that this is your last season and you canāt even finish itāyeah, it fucking blows.
and to top it all off, sugawaraās staring at you from the other side of the gym. heās sitting with the rest of his team, who are all chatting about something, but his eyes are locked on you. heās leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands interlocked, glaring.
you know heās judging you. you can feel it radiating off of him. even when you resist the urge to stare back at him, you know heās got his eyes on you.
and the thing is, you donāt know why. since first year, sugawara has had some sort of issue with you. it started in a photography class, when he outwardly refused to be your partner for the semester. and then you noticed that he was avoiding you in the halls. and when the girls and boys volleyball team had their shared team dinner, he didnāt even go near the homemade noodles you brought.
itās embarrassing, mostly. sugawara is the nicest guy in schoolāexcept, apparently, when it comes to you. heās nice to all of your friends, and when you show up to the conversation, he leaves. immediately.
youāve tried to be nice. even when people snickered at you in that stupid photography class, you had just laughed it off, saying youād work by yourself. that semester had been gruellingāeven as a first year. and at that team dinner, when you complimented him on his dish and heād outright ignored you, youād brushed it off with a small sigh.
for the nth time tonight, you look back up at him. his posture shifts a little bit as you meet his gaze, but he doesnāt look away. you tilt your head to the side, as if asking āwhat.ā
he does the same, but his eyes narrow. a challenge. you scoff and roll your eyes, focusing back on the court. and then, you make a decision.
youāre going to talk to him after the game, ask him what the hell his problem is.
ā
the game is over quicker than you thought it would be. seijoh wins and you pretend not to notice the way they sneer at you and your teammates, throwing a cruel laugh at you every so often. youāre so wound up, you almost go after one of themātheir libero. feisty little thing. she sticks her tongue out at you as she walks by, like sheās a child.
you walk behind the others on your way back to the locker room, head down. your careful not to trip over your crutches, or get in the way of anybody, but somebody walks by you and their scent hits your nose and you fumble.
your crutches skid to the other side of the hallway and you fall to the ground with a oomf. you sit there for a moment, contemplating even getting back up. and then a pair of shoes appears in front of you, followed by the same scent from before.
āthat looked like it hurt.ā
the voice hits your ears and you want to throw up. sugawara. you look up and heās staring down at you, holding your crutches in one hand. āyep,ā you say, strained. you help yourself up, putting the weight on your none-injured foot. ācan i have my crutches back now? thanks.ā
he hands them back with an almost inaudible scoff. he starts to walk away, but then you remember. āwait,ā you call out, maneuvering until youāre turned to face him again. ācan we talk, actually? i have something i need to discuss.ā
he stops and he states before turning around. thereās a look on his face that you donāt recognize. impatience, maybe? he raises his brows expectantly and it only pisses you off further.
āokay, dude, what is your problem with me?ā you canāt help the bite in your tone. ālike, since first year, youāve had this unspoken issue with me. and i tried to be nice, donāt get me wrong. but you just absolutely refuse to reciprocate. so, please, just tell me what i did wrong so i can apologize and we can stop this feud weāve had for three fucking years.ā
the outburst surprises him, and it even surprises you a little bit. his mouth opens and closes, like he canāt decide what to say. finally, he squares his jaw and shakes his head. āi have no idea what youāre talking about.ā
your jaw drops. he starts to turn, and your first instinct is to drop your crutches and hobble over to him before he can walk away. you grab his arm and spin him around. ādonāt play stupid, sugawara. today, when you were sitting on the bleachers, you were glaring at me. like- like iād killed your puppy or something! and first year, in that stupid photography class, you stood up in front of the whole class and told the teacher you didnāt want to be my partner.ā you pause, chest heaving. ādo you know how embarrassing that was? how much i got teased for it? youāre nice to everyone you meetāexcept for me. donāt pretend you donāt hate me now that iāve confronted you about it.ā
for a long, stretched out moment, heās quiet, staring into your eyes like heās searching for something.
āwell?ā you prompt, brows furrowing in frustration.
āi donāt hate you,ā he says quietly. his eyes dart away from yours and suddenly heās embarrassed. āi donāt hate you, i-ā he cuts himself off, rolling his eyes. āwhatever, this is ridiculous. i donāt hate you, okay? there, feud over.ā
ādonāt give me that bullshit, sugawara.ā
āwhat do you want from me? do you want me to apologize? do you want me to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness?ā he rips his arm out of your grasp and his gaze hardens. āyou piss me off. thatās the story. thatās why i have beef with you. first year, when we got sat next to each other, you pissed me off. when the teacher said we were partners, i knew youād distract me and piss me off. is that better? there is no specific reason, you just make me mad.ā
you blink. once. twice. three times. āare you fucking kidding me? what, itās just my presence? the way i smile? the way i make small talk?ā you scoff and cross your arms. āyouāre fucking ridiculous.ā
āyes,ā he huffs out. your brows furrow again, this time in confusion. āitās the way you smile, itās the way you make small talk, itās the way you carry yourself, itās the way youāre too nice to people even though they donāt deserve it.ā he takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. āi hate it. every time i see you, i get this pit in my stomach. i avoid you in the hallway because every time i see you, i get the urge to talk to you. to tell you to stop smiling at people. to tell you to pull down your skirt because other guys are looking. you think this is ridiculous? iāve had a thing for you since the first time i saw you and the only way i can deal with it is by being a massive dickhead to you.ā
again, all you can do is blink at him. what is this, a rom-com? he canāt just confess in the middle of an argument like thatāalso, how did he know angry confessions are your favorite trope?
āwhat the hell are you talking aboutā
he sighs, heavy and long. ānevermind.ā he shakes his head, then steps around you to pick up your crutches once again. he hands them to you silently, then continues past you, towards the exit.Ā
he leaves you standing there in the middle of the hallway, face scrunched up, jaw dropped, a million thoughts running through your mind.
what the hell just happened?
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hey hun!
could you write a smau with actress!reader x charles where charles is literally whipped for his gf and maybe reader is in the new barbie movie and he canāt stop talking about how proud he is and stuff like that and the fans and other drivers make fun of how whipped he is
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INTO YOU
PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x actress!reader
TYPE: social media au
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yourusername: pretty in pink! ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
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charles_leclerc: you look mesmerizing
charles_leclerc: baby, you are looking gorgeous š
charles_leclerc: forever proud of you!
ā³ yourusername: i love youuuu <33
user: the way he hypeās her up, i cannot š
ā³ user: i need me a man like that ASAP
francisca.cgomes: stunning!!
isahernaez: obsessed with you and your beauty š©
ā³ charles_leclerc: same!
carlossainz55: i cannot stop looking at these - charles
ā³ carlossainz55: yn, come get your man! he keeps refreshing this post every 5 seconds just to comment
ā³ sebastianvettel: what is it that teens say nowadays? ah, yes .. heās WHIPPED!
user: youāre so pretty, I CANāT š
user: how does charles get this beauty all to himself?!??
user: call me charles cause iām also a simp for you š
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yourusername: this barbie is a certified genius #thebarbiemovie
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user: tuRN IT UP, WEāVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! š„
charles_leclerc: so proud of you, my love!! ā¤ļø
user: screaming, crying, throwing up .. canāt wait!!
charles_leclerc: the prettiest barbie ever!
ā³ yourusername: my biggest fan š
dualipa: youāre a real beauty!
user: she truly is barbie and then thereās charles
ā³ user: sheās everything, heās just ken
user: charles is one lucky ass man, i swear š
ā³ charles_leclerc: that i am:)
ā³ user: i hope you know how to fight
lewishamilton: charles sent this to the group chat and DEMANDED we all watch this
ā³ user: ooh, to be in this gc
user: i cannot wait to watch this!!
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charles_leclerc: first of all i want to start of by saying happy 3 year anniversary, chĆ©ri!! with all that youāve accomplished over the years, i canāt help but be immensely proud of you and your hard work .. iām glad to have you around and blessing my life in ways youād never imagine ā¦ thank you for being my biggest supporter and lightning up my mood every chance you get! i love you will all my heart, baby!! ā¤ļø
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yourusername: omg, youāre making me cry:(
yourusername: thank you, bby! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ā¤ļø
user: iām noT crying, you are
carlossainz55: please tell me yn bought that t-shirt for you
ā³ charles_leclerc: if it helps you sleep at night then yes
maxverstappen1: that t-shirt, mate š someoneās WHIPPED
lewishamilton: confirmed: charles is ynās biggest fan
ā³ pierregasly: šš not even ynās fans are this obsessed
ā³ carlossainz55: the BIGGEST simp out there
user: the waY the other drivers are coming for him š
user: cRYING OMG š
user: the way theyāre each otherās biggest supporter š©
danielricciardo: i was about to comment ācuteā until i saw the last picture you posted ā¦.
ā³ user: danny, please š let the man live



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yourusername: european premiere in london for barbie & race week officially completed āļøā¤ļø
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user: the way she went to support him even though she had to attend the premiere later on š
ā³ user: donāt forget he attended the premiere with her too
ā³ user: smh, and i canāt even get a respond
charles_leclerc: forever proud of you!! ā¤ļø
ā³ yourusername: back at you;) š
user: meanwhile my bf canāt do the bare minimum
user: theyāre the reason i believe in love, i swear š©š¤
danielricciardo: did you tell margot robbie i love her?
ā³ yourusername: of course!! (charles sent you a vid)
user: every couple wishes they were them
carlossainz55: meanwhile charles leclerc starstruck by his own girlfriend at the premiere
ā³ maxverstappen1: heās acting as if he doesnāt live with her and sees her 24/7 š
ā³ yourusername: š i canāt with yaāll

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yourusername: get you someone who looks at you and appreciates you the way he does!! š
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charles_leclerc: iām addicted to you
ā³ yourusername: me @ you š©
charles_leclerc: i can never take my eyes off you, youāre too gorgeous, baby!!
charles_leclerc: you make me blush š¤
ā³ lewishamilton: confirmed: charles is the #1 simp
user: theYāRE MY PARENTS, yAālL
user: the way he looks at her with such love š i CANNOT
pierregasly: obsessive fan behavior, if you ask me
carlossainz55: i guess this is cute
ā³ yourusername: guess???!??
ā³ carlossainz55: itās cute
user: this mf is sooo whipped!!!
ā³ user: heās just like me šš»āāļø
user: he better know how to fight cause iām gonna steal his girl
ā³ charles_leclerc: for the girl i love, absolutely
ā³ user: mY HEART JUST MELTED WTF š
user: they say love is dead, but these two proved me wrong
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Things you can comment on the fanfics you love when you have no idea what to say
From what takes less time to what takes more
~show those writers your love, please!! They do it for free T-T and they deserve better
1. Emojis
You know the vibe of the fic you're reading, chose the ones that suit it better.
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ššš
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You may think this is kind of stupid, but trust me, it is NOT for the writer. It shows you've read until the end of the chapter and that you liked it so much that you decided to say it publicly. Your presence means A LOT.
Also, leaving kudos or votes takes literally just 1 second, what are you doing NOT doing that?? š¤Øš¤Øš¤Ø
2. Simple phrases
I loved it so much!!
Can't wait for the next chapter!!
This was just so good š
Amazing as always, keep it up!! šš¼
Writing is a lonely work if you think about it. When I'm in a writer's block, just one sentence can hype me up for the rest of the day and give me the spirit I need šŖš½
3. The emotions you felt
Yes, you DO matter. That fanfic author cares more about your opinion than your stupid ex so you better write to them instead š§
The plotwist was so unexpected, I'm shocked š±
You can't end with that cliffhanger, how am I supposed to wait another week??
Excuse me, I will now lock into my room and cry all night, thank you š
I've read some people saying they won't comment how they felt because they feel ashamed or shy. Take it as if you were about to post a tweet or comment on a friend IG's story šš»
4. One piece of dialogue/prose that really amazed you
Oof š„ this happened to me a few weeks ago and that comment still lives in my mind rent free. There's no better way to compliment a writer's work than to highlight something they wrote that left a true impression on you.
And it literally takes no time:
[Insert piece of dialogue], oh she didn't just say that, imma throw hands š¤¬š¤¬
[Insert piece of a description], I could really see it with my own eyes, loved how you described it!
5. Hopes and wishes for future chapters
C'mon, you're going to comment this anyway with some of your fandom mutuals or friends, why don't let the writer know that too?? COPY AND PASTE IT āā
I just need Chatacter A and Chatacter B to kiss, how long is it gonna take?? š©
Watching that scene in [Canon series name] would have been awesome!! Maybe in future seasons šš
I hope [Ship Name] don't break up in the next chapter, they are so cute š
6. Character discussion
Okay, we're entering deeper waters here.
But the truth is: if you love that fanfic that much is because the characters really resonated with you. So express your first thoughts without any fear:
[Chatacter Name] is so important to me, like you have no idea. All the things they went through... But they still manage to be a better person ā¤
[Chatacter Name] was so forgotten in [Movie/Series Name], I'm glad they're getting the development they deserved here!
7. Scene discussion
Again, you might think the comment section is no place to start "fangirling" over the stuff you liked. But IT IS!! And the writer wants to know your thoughts on their work, especially if your opinion is all positive š
This will take more time, sure. But if you're going to write it anyways for other people, COPY AND PASTE AGAIN, hon!
8. How this story is impacting your fan life (or even personal life)
You don't need to overshare, but simple comments like:
Your fic has really changed the way I think about [Character Name]'s decisions, I feel like I can understand them better now.
This story has motivated me to rewatch all the episodes again š¢ the nostalgia!!!
What you did with [Character's situation] was incredible! I've been there myself and I could have not explain it better š
... They will be the ones the writer will remember the most, I can assure you that.
9. A simple THANK YOU
At the end of the day, fanfic and fanart creators only have your feedback to rely on when the block or discouragement hits... This is about showing appreciation to someone you may not know at all, but that has brighten your day with their creations and efforts ā¤
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Hello!
Found you through my gorgeous friend @maylilithreign, who I adore enormously!
It's so lovely of you to open up your asks!
I just read your head canons about the bachelors. Our good doctor Harvey is my man.
I have a couple of asks.
Firstly, what are the bachelors favourite positions?
Secondly, the bachelors are in the mood for a little action. What are they going to do to seduce their significant other?
Thank you so much! <3
Bachelors Favorite Positions and Seduction Techniques
18+ š± MDNI š± NSFW
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Loving Libby
Gonna try and mesh these together because I want it all in the same post lol okay here we go š NSFW under the cut!
Harvey-
š When Harveyās in the mood, I imagine he doesnāt just ask outright
š Heās gotta feel out the vibe first. Make sure youāve had a good day, that youāre not tired or otherwise turned off because heās considerate like that
šKind of a doctorly approach you know? Your feelings > his needs
š Once heās ascertained that youāre good, heāll start with a little shoulder massage or a foot rub. Something to get his hands on you and make you feel good, but definitely not platonic sort of touches.
š Kisses your calf or your neck and asks if you want him. Lord help !!!!
š As for position? Well since heās the horny one he gets to have his favorite :3
š Missonary king. He likes how versatile it is, and that itās comfortable for you, and he gets eye contact.
š win win win. He stays winning in this position
š Loves to use the eye contact to his advantage. Mr Soft Dom
š :3
Elliott-
ā¤ļø Elliott isnāt often desperate horny
ā¤ļø He gets worked up a lot and is almost always dtf, but rarely is he climbing the walls
ā¤ļø So when he is losing itā¦well
ā¤ļø The MOMENT you get home heās covering your body with his, pressing you to the door and licking into your mouth
ā¤ļø Voices his need in the spaces where heās supposed to breathe
ā¤ļø As for his favorite position? Itās literally right there
ā¤ļø Your back to the door or the floor of the entryway or the couch if you two can stumble in
ā¤ļø So itās whatever is beneficial to that. Your legs around his waist or you bent over the nearest surface, etc
ā¤ļø Place over position
ā¤ļø Passion passion passion
Alex-
š¤ The shyest of the lovers I think
š¤ He just wants to be nice and sweet and he doesnāt know exactly how to ask for sex or initiate unless the mood is right
š¤ Heād probably try to ignore the horny away, but that doesnāt work LOL
š¤ One kiss and heās panting and rocking against you like the needy guy he is
š¤ You have to ask him if heās horny, and heāll give you a shy kinda grin, his cheeks red but his eyes excited because heās gonna get to fuck lol
š¤ Cowgirl king. Save a horse, ride Alex (I should be put down)
š¤ Loves seeing you on top, but it only
takes a little before he wants to show off by fucking hard from underneath. Core strength icon
š¤ Either of you can set the pace this way, and he loves that
š¤ Hon ment for Missionary because Iāve said it before and Iāll say it again Alex is a ROMANTIC AT HEART!!!!!
Shane-
š Now Shane. Iām thinking he might show off a bit to try and seduce you
š Pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, something that puts those farm muscles to work š
š Tease! Tease! Heās teasing!
š Probably flirty/compliments too
š I totally see him once heās comfortable in a relationship falling back on all his old high school gridball pickups
š Iām sorry I just think manās got game once he sobers up
š So itās easy to tell because heās trying to Impress
š DOGGY!!!
š I know this isnāt a particularly fresh take, but heās sooooo hitting it from the back. Itās just the truth
š Loves it because itās so hot to him to watch your face buried in the covers as you slur out moans for him
š Probably switches a few times throughout though
š He loves to manhandle you what can I say
š Mating press hon ment
Sam-
š©· Heās so easy and also horny all the fucking time
š©· Dudes libido is off the charts first and foremost. So jot that down
š©· So when he wants to fuck he typically will press his body all up against yours
š©· Presses up on your back while youāre cooking, grabs your hips, pulls you into his lap
š©· Big on physical touch, this guy
š©· As for position? Hehe
š©· His favorite is whatever you tell him to do. Doesnāt have any preference because oh man! Heās getting to hit! Sweet!
š©· Does have an affection towards cowgirl because itās the easiest position for someone else to dominate him in
š©· Being so serious heās suuuuuch a sub he wants to be controlled hardcore
š©· So if his pleasure is completely contingent on what you give him? Well
š©· š
Sebastian-
š¤ Another shy boy !!
š¤ But also the most likely to out and out ask for what he wants
š¤ So a lot of the time he ends up just blurting it out
š¤ Youāll be watching TV together or something, reading, whatever
š¤ And out of nowehere heāll ask if he can give you oral
š¤ King oral fixation wants his mouth on you now!!
š¤ And what are you supposed to do? Say no??
š¤ Thatās his favorite, though Iām not sure itās a sex position
š¤ Man just really loves giving head, okay?
š¤ If youāre in bed heās probably jumping the covers, but he also might sneak a hand down there while heās enjoying his meal because he is LOVING! IT!
š¤ Finishes in his boxers when you finish in his mouth, so it counts
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