#I’m genuinely scared to go to bed now PLS

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

just went down the Ethel Cain Preacher’s Daughter rabbit hole.,,.,..

[cameronspecial]

https://www.tumblr.com/cameronspecial/730937552404627456/let-me-protect-you-angel

can you tell use more about rafe’s rules for the reader, pls and thank you lol 👀

— @cantstoptheimagines

Let Me Save You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing, Uncomfortable Because of A Pervy Misogynist

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This is a continuation of Let Me Protect You, Angel.

Masterlist

Some of Y/N’s favourite rules for being Rafe’s girlfriend are the ones that show her that he cares. She didn’t need to look at the napkin anymore to remember which rule was which number because she had them all memorized since they wrote them down on that napkin during their first date. Numbers Five and Six often happen in tandem and show Rafe’s caring side. She hasn’t seen Rafe in almost five days, which is quite obvious to the whole campus as Rafe always gets more on edge when he doesn’t see her. However, she finally gets to see him again and follows Rule Number Six. The door to Rafe’s room has a code, which beeps its little song as she punches in her birthday. 

Her thoughts are focused on taking her stuff out of her backpack, so she is genuinely surprised by Rafe’s arms wrapping around her waist. “I’m so glad you could come over tonight, Angel. I was scared we were going to break our streak,” he declares, pressing his nose against the skin of her neck. She brings her hands up to wrap them around his neck and looks up at him, “It would be a shame. I’ve slept over at least once a week since we started dating. That’s a hundred and four-week streak.” Rule Number Six: Sleepover in Rafe’s room once per week whenever possible. 

He moves them over to lie down on his bed with his head resting on her breasts. She can feel his soft breath on her skin as he talks. “Rule Number Five, Angel.” She draws patterns on his back, letting out a big sigh, “It was stressful. I had a lab and I couldn’t find my notebook with all my notes for this week’s experiment. And then I got caught up in the cafeteria line at lunch so I was late for my meeting with my academic advisor. This whole week has been so busy.” She feels his fingers start to trace tiny hearts on her bicep. “I’m sorry things have been so hard and I couldn’t be there for you, Angel. I hate that I had to go away for my football game,” he grumbles. The fact that his mouth is pressed against her skin turns his words into raspberries and it makes them both laugh.

“It’s okay, I’ve been pretty busy, so I probably wouldn’t have been able to come over anyway. How was your day, Rafe?”

“It was okay. Same as always. The only eventful thing that happened was that Topper accidentally wore my underwear. That was weird. But it got so much better when you walked through the door though, Angel.”

“My day got better when I walked through the door too.”

He lifts his head and gives her a sweet kiss on the lips. Rule Number Five: Always tell each other how your day went, no lying. Even if it has to be over the phone, through a text, in an email or in a written letter. 

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Y/N remembers how ridiculous she thought Rule Number One was when Rafe wrote it down on the napkin. “Come on, that’s never going to happen,” she proclaimed, tilting her head upright after reading the words. Rafe shook his head, underlining a specific word of the rule, “You don’t know that. And, god forbid if it does, then I want you to let me save you, Angel.” She could see he was serious and concerned about the possibility of something happening, so all she could give him was a nod as a promise.

Right now, she could not be more glad that her boyfriend is always thinking ahead on how to protect her. She didn’t know how she got into this situation. One minute, she was by herself in the lab looking over the work she did for this week's experiment and the next, Terrick was in the room with her. He has every right to be in the room; he is also in her class and pays for tuition. However, she always feels a little unsettled by him. The way he looks at her makes it obvious he is objectifying her. The way he speaks makes it clear that he was not taught to respect women. The way he stands too close to her makes her stomach drop. She wants to walk out of the lab right now so she isn’t alone with him, but he is blocking the doorway. “And the bitch got my name wrong too. Like sure, get my order and my name wrong,” he starts ranting. “I don’t understand how a girl can screw up my drink order. Aren’t you guys made to do that type of stuff?”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say. His frustration at something so trivial causes fear to flash through her and she is scared of what might happen if she tries to leave the room. Thankfully, as if Rafe had spider senses, she gets a call from him. She gently lifts a finger up to tell Terrick to give her a second, “Hi, Rafe. What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I was just wondering what you wanted me to bring over tonight. I’m at the store, right now,” Rafe asks, placing his pre-workout into his cart while his phone is wedged between his shoulder and ear. Y/N flashes Terrick a tight-lipped smile as he impatiently waits for her to get off the phone, “I’m actually craving some pie. Could you get me a coconut pie?” Rafe immediately stops what he is doing and moves his phone to his other ear. “Are you sure you want coconut?” he presses, already returning the stuff he was going to get onto the shelf. 

“Yes.”

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They stayed on the phone for the whole time it took Rafe to get back on campus, pretending that he needed a detailed account of every single item Y/N needed from the store. When he walks through the door, Y/N feels her heart rate start to slow down. “What are you doing here?” Terrick snides through his teeth, looking at her boyfriend in annoyance. Rafe immediately puts himself between Y/N and the other man, “I realized that I am so clueless that I need Y/N to come to the store with me, so I came to pick her up. Are you ready to go, Angel?” The last part is obviously directed toward her and she is quick to get her backpack so she can weasel her way under Rafe’s protective arm. “Yep. Bye, Terrick. Great talk.” 

The couple makes their exit in each other’s hold with Rafe keeping an eye on Terrick. Once they are out of his earshot, Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. “Are you okay?” Rafe worries, looking her over for any indications that Terrick touched her. She gives a small nod, “Yeah, he didn’t hurt me. I don’t think he was going to. I’m sorry I used the code word, I probably shouldn’t have if I didn’t think he was going to do anything.” He stops their journey towards the exit and swings himself so he is facing her. His hands find weight on her shoulders and he lifts her chin up to look him in the eyes. “I don’t care if you use the code word for me to come kill a spider. If you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or scared, you tell me coconut pie and you let me save you, Angel. Do you understand?” he brings her into a hug and kisses her temple. “You have to trust your instinct. Your safety is my number one priority.”

Rule Number One: Say coconut pie if she needs Rafe to save her.

[chaithetics]

GIRLLLL OMGGGG YOUR MONEKY MAN FIC HELLO?? HELLOOOO???? so good. i just came back from watching it and wtf. now that is how u direct and that is how u make a profound film. (i’m glazing him and this film so hard but idc i just want 1 chance dev PLS JUST GIMME 1 ONE IS ALL I NEED) also r u indian? cuz when i saw the “jaan” i read it it in his voice and my knees literally almost hit the ground like i was like 😧🌚😜😍🤭🤭😋😋🤤🥰 the whole time!!! if i may, can i request another monkey man fic/drabble/whatever u wanna make it but it’s about how they met? basically like a backstory on how they met and got together. thank youuu! 🫶🏽

Blood-Stained Meetings, Nauseous Introductions

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 2.6K Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries/blood, longing, reader has no physical description, a kiss, no smut. Not proof or beta read. A/N: Hey lovely Nonnie, so glad you enjoyed the film! It's so good! Dev Patel is so talented. I hope you and everyone else reading this and in the fandom enjoys this fic! 🫶(Please do and validate me, I'm scared it's TERRIBLE and I'm not happy with this, genuinely terrified lol) Comments, reblogs etc. are always more than appreciated and encouraged! Enjoy 🥰 Gif by @junkfoodcinemas Somewhat inspired by an old chat with the talented @mittos about how reader would probably hate seeing him fight, and tagging @lialilalo because I feel bad about ending up taking a week to get this out since your ask!

Sure, there were probably worse ways to spend a Friday night, but you also knew that there were definitely much better ways to spend a Friday night as well. But you simply weren’t the kind of person who did better things on a Friday night, that wasn’t in your DNA. Obviously. This was your brother's idea of fun after all. 

It didn’t surprise you that this was how your adult brother wanted to spend the start to his weekend and drag you along, or that this was a frequent pastime of his. It didn’t mean that it horrified you any less though. 

You’d sighed and dreaded this for hours, days probably, subconsciously. 

Yet, you still were here. You’d changed out of your work clothes for this, you’d tried to make yourself as presentable as possible when you knew it was an effort you’d see reflected in your brother. You were dreading leaving your home and having to blend into the sea of bloodthirsty betters you were about to find yourself in. 

You walk with your brother and one of his friends into the building, it’s large and crowded. Everyone is packed in like sardines as they yell about what odds they’re betting on, who’s the biggest and strongest, who’s the most nimble-footed and quickest, and who is the immediate runt of the competitors. You can already feel yourself becoming stressed, at this environment. You don’t understand the appeal of this but you understand how it can become a reality with the world that you’re all in. 

The heat stings your face like a slap, as you stand there, close to your brother so you don’t get split up in this sea and he rambles in your ear about who he placed a bet on, how they usually do. All of the information that seems so important in a moment like this to everyone else. But you’ve seen enough blood, you don’t need to be fascinated by people getting bloodied up like this. It’s a privilege that you’ve been able to avoid this your whole life. 

If you were seeing this at home, or if it wasn’t so packed in here tonight, you’d feel a little less self-conscious. And if you felt a little less self-conscious, you’d be chewing on your nails, all the way down to the nail bed. Until you felt the all too familiar sting of going too far. You give your hand a little shake to try and get rid of that urge, now’s not the place or time to wear your nerves on your sleeve. So instead, you try to offer up a small smile to your brother as he leads you to a spot on some benches nearby. 

The bench is relatively close to the ring, but it’s good, you’re already overstimulated and trying to make it up further to higher seats isn’t an idea that agrees with you right now, and it surely promises you a quick exit if needed. You look around, the dim lighting further adds to everything, your eyes scan the faces of those in the crowd and you look out at the ring. It’s big, you think, but you’re not sure if it’s a standard size or not for this sport. 

An announcer enters the ring, he looks sleazy and has a large, sly smirk pasted onto his face, one that makes you uncomfortable. You look at your brother to try and share a knowing glance but he’s focused on what’s in front of you both. You let out a quiet sigh as you tilt your head back to focus on what’s in front of you. 

The announcer opens his mouth and he speaks in a South African accent, that surprises you and you can’t help but look at your brother again. He announces himself as Tiger. This night is already so random, and you have a feeling that it’s only going to get more wild. 

“He’s the owner.” Your brother says as he tilts his head to whisper loudly in your ear. You can hear him over the whooping, clapping, and chants that have started. You nod as you look back at the ring, trying to pay attention to what you’re going to soon witness. Despite how overwhelming it all is. 

Tiger then introduces a fighter who’s dressed to almost look like a reptile, he’s introduced as King Kobra and gets a warm, adoring welcome from the audience with thunderous applause and cheers. You don’t clap as you can’t help but look around instead, taking it all in. It’s a lot and there’s so many people here, here just for this. 

Tiger then starts to introduce King Kobra’s opponent, his voice changes and it’s tinged with an antagonising disgust, he’s clearly trying to rile the audience up into booing, and not rooting for whoever it is. You can’t help but feel your curiosity grow at that. It feels childlike how it’s said, but you see the audience respond just as Tiger wishes. The opponent is Monkey Man, he quickly comes out and makes his way into the ring. He moves quickly and he bounces on his feet for a moment as he gets further into the zone. He stands there, waiting for the noise to confirm it’s the start, the start of a fight where he can maybe get one or two punches in before he has to keel over for his pay. Pay that he’ll probably have to bargain for. 

He stands in the ring and he can’t help but spend a second focusing on the face he sees in the front row. Kid is sure he hasn’t seen that face here before, it’s a pretty face, but he can’t help but notice the anxiety pooled in those eyes or your body language. He tilts his head slightly, it doesn’t seem to be the kind of anxiety some of the gamblers here have before the match, the ones who are risking it all for an expensive thrill and painful rush, to live vicariously through him and the other men adorned in animal masks and names. 

Kid turns his head away from you and tries to focus back on his work. You don’t even notice that the man in the ring has been staring at you, taking you and your nerves in for a few, long but oh so short seconds.. How could you? With that mask? You can’t see his face, but you can see there’s a lanky figure standing there, hiding under the mask and donning the monkey man mantle. He’s tall and slender but you can see there’s some muscle on his arms, from what you can see of the sweat and blood-stained undershirt he wears, his chest is toned as well. 

You don’t know it yet, but you can feel something realign, change in this moment. You’re just not sure what it is, or if this feeling is even real, or if it’s just another symptom of somatic anxiety. Right now, you think it’s probably just that. 

After almost another minute of the crowd booing Monkey Man and chanting out for the King Kobra, the match begins. Each of the men takes a moment to size the other one up, watching the other’s moves before the first hit lands. It’s King Kobra, he strikes Monkey Man. 

King Kobra goes to throw another punch, he moves quickly and he’s very agile, yet Monkey Man somehow dodges this one. His landing with the dodge isn’t perfect, but it gets him out of the way. He throws a punch to King Kobra and the crowd erupts into boos at that. It’s even more louder and clearer than before who they’re all rooting for and aren’t. The crowd’s response seems to motivate King Kobra as he quickly moves and starts to deliver blow after blow. 

You barely feel the noise of the crowd’s screams of joy and cheers as this happens and King Kobra gets his footing back. Your eyes widen as you watch, you see blood starting to fall as Monkey Man loses his way in this match. 

You let out a gasp as he falls to the ground. King Kobra slithers around the ring, posing and feeding off of the crowd’s response before he goes in for the kill shot. He delivers it and you feel yourself slightly jump. It’s terrifying to you, you don’t see the appeal in this, you can only start to mentally list off all of the physical trauma this causes. You sigh as you watch King Kobra be declared the winner of this match, it sounds like a recurring event, you gaze over at your brother who looks ahead with a large smile of awe, obviously happy with whatever return he’s getting on the bets he’d made beforehand

Monkey Man slowly tries to limp his way out of the ring and backstage, you look at your brother and quickly whisper that you need to check on this man. You have to, it’s basically a moral and ethical obligation. Your brother sighs and nods, you quickly move off of the bench and it doesn’t take much for you to catch up to this masked man. “How are you feeling? I’m a nurse.” You say to him and he nods slowly, you can hear his ragged pants from under the mask, the mask is drenched in sweat along with the rest of his body.

As you slowly walk backstage with him to the locker room that’s pungent with the sweat of costumed men masquerading as animals and characters you’d find in The Ramayana. There’s blood stains visible throughout the floors and walls, and you can taste the copper of the crimson in the air, impossibly so. You don’t know how but you can. You ignore these other bodies floating in your periphery as you walk to a sink with the Monkey Man, he leads the way, naturally. 

As you approach the sink together he immediately puts his hands on the edge and spits out a thick string of blood, you’re used to seeing blood but in this context, you can’t help but feel your nose screw up a little. It’s awful.

He tilts his head to look up at you, your eyes meet him and you offer him a small smile and give him your name. He looks at you, taking in the way that your lips curl up and how they do so genuinely. He gives a small nod, one you’d have missed if you’d blinked just a few seconds earlier. He just tells you that his nickname is Kid. Maybe he’s been fighting since he was very young. You don’t ask. Not yet. 

You turn the faucet on at the sink, to try and wash his blood away so that you can start trying to clean the damage of tonight’s fight, off of him. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, he knows you’re not the type of person to come to these events. You’re not a regular and it’s clear from your face, you’re not a fan of these displays of violence. 

“My brother. It’s his birthday this weekend.” You say quietly as you wipe the blood off. “Have you broken your nose?” He looks up at you with a small smile, it makes sense. Your brother was probably the man beside you, he thinks. Kid can’t quite remember his face. He then shrugs at your question. His nose doesn’t feel too bad right now, but he knows he’s probably broken it at some stage. 

“You’re not sure?” You ask him, he shakes his head. You immediately notice how quiet he is, but despite his silence, his eyes are so reactive and expressive that you feel like you know more than what his words could give you.

“Do you have issues breathing? It doesn’t look bad, there’s just a small scar there. They often heal pretty well on their own.” You say as if to reassure him, even though you know that it probably isn’t something that would bother him. There wouldn’t be much he could do now anyway about that. You don’t like that thought. 

Kid stays there perfectly still as your stomach is now over its nausea and your hand touches his skin so gently as you try to offer him some kindness, some respect, some dignity, some simple compassion and care. His eyes soften as he realises that and looks up at you. There’s a glow from within you, even in the artificial lighting of the locker room and it’s easy for him to block out the chaos in here and focus on your gentleness. 

He’s barely ever touched, except for when a blow hits in a match, it’s never this gently. He doesn’t even know how to show himself that level of care when he bandages himself up at the end of each night that he fights. 

There’s not much of a conversation as you bandage him up but somehow, you don’t really notice it and it’s completely okay with you. There’s a comfort in his quietness, his stillness. It’s one he finds in you as well, perfectly requited. You put a hand on his arm gently as you just finished putting a bandage on him. He takes your hand slowly, and he examines it. You’ve never had someone look at your hair, analysing every hair on your knuckles and by your wrist. It’s a unique way to be seen. He then takes your hand and gently turns it over, taking his time as he does. Kid looks at your palm, at all the lines on it and his eyes follow and travel amongst every single last one. A million lifetimes. A million dreams. He runs his finger along them, just to confirm as he thinks about the roots of your skin, how they run along to the softness and travel over calluses. “That’s your future.” He says softly as he looks at your hand, running his fingers along the lines. He then looks up at you, and his big, beautiful brown eyes meet your orbs. “It’s your past, everything.” You’re not sure what it is that he sees. You’d like to know but you also think you’d be content living without that and just his opinion on everything else in the world. But still, you want to see with his eyes.His fingers stop running over your palm and you feel your cheeks heat up at the intensity of this, his eyes have softened and there’s something else there. Something you don’t quite know. Is it longing? You’re not sure. You feel a deep, soul-aching longing, he does as well and always has. You just haven’t arrived at the stop yet for that to be communicated with words. Now all there is just looks, longing looks from a man with the most beautiful big, brown eyes in the world. You could melt in them, swim in them, drown in them. All of the above and you’d never complain.

You don’t know who makes the first move first, it just feels natural, like gravity. Some kind of natural force that slowly pulls your lips together that you both know is right. His hand gently cups your cheek as you feel his lips. They’re slightly chapped but you don’t mind. The kiss is soft and delicate and you like it. You need it and so does he. Everything feels so natural right now. Perhaps this is something he saw in the palm of your hand. You don’t know what it is yet, but you’re certain that this mask-wearing monkey man is part of that future he just talked about.

[boydepartment]

could u pls write a part 2 to talking off the promise ring during an argument??

OF COURSE SWEETHEART!

MASTERLIST PART ONE

Enha Reaction- Rings back on?

Jungwon- Jungwon showed up to your house not long after you stormed out of the apartment, he was worried and he felt bad. Jungwon knew he was in the wrong. He should have reached out to you. The boy knocked on your door, your ring on his finger. "What do you want?" You asked in the crack in the door, you had the chain lock on. If you weren't mad at him, he would've made a joke about you keeping it locked. "I am sorry. I should have communicated, if you did that to me I would get scared too." Your eyes softened and you unlocked the door, "come in." Jungwon took a sigh of relief and walked in, immediately after shutting the door he hugged you. "I'm so sorry genuinely, I probably would've gone crazy if you did the same thing." "I forgive you." You mumbled into his neck, "can I have my ring back now?"

Heeseung- You rolled around in bed, you felt bad after that fight with Heeseung. Giving up your freedom wasn't the same as dating him. You were being unreasonable. You know Heeseung just loved you so much and wanted to show you off. You were so scared that people would hate you or- You were kicked out of your thoughts when there was a banging on your door. You hopped up in a frenzie, it was like 1am. When you opened the door Heeseung walked in scaling the room. "Are you okay!? Jungwon told me someone tried to break in!" Your jaw dropped, "what!? no what the hell!?" Heeseung stopped in his tracks, "you didn't call him? and tell him someone is trying to break in?" "No! and why would I call him of all people! I'd call you if someone was breaking in!" "You still would even if I messed up?" Heeseung asked, you looked at him and nodded. "Heeseung... If you want to tell people it's okay. I just don't want to be exposed publicly, but if you want to say you're in a relationship that is okay with me. I should've looked at all sides." Heeseung looked at you and grabbed your hand, "I'm sorry... I- I just I love you and I am proud to be with you. I just want to show people that i’m taken." You nodded, "you can tell people just please let me take babysteps." Heeseung nodded and pulled you into a hug, "can you put your ring back on now?" You laughed a little and nodded.

Jay- After your talk with Jay you felt terrible. He ended up texting you telling you if you change your mind to meet him at a said airport. So here you were running down the street with a backpack. You'd deal with the other stuff once he had to go back to Korea, he was still touring so you had time to figure everything else out. Priority one, get your boyfriend back. You had jumped out of the uber because of traffic. When you got into the airport you frantically looked around for him. You must've looked insane but you didn't care about anything else but Jay. You spotted him walking down to get in line. "Jay!" You yelled out. Instantly he turned around and saw you, quickly he grabbed you and took you to a corner of the airport. "You actually came?" "Yes, I was being stupid and scared and I didn't mean what I said. When I really thought about it I realized there's no one else who I would want to be with! I can get a job there and pay for my own things eventually! I-" He kissed you, "I still have your ticket with me." He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "thank you. If at any point you want to go home tell me." You smiled at him and gave him a hug, "I love you so much."

Jake- Jake had been driving around trying to figure out what the fuck happened in the past 20 min. Meanwhile, you were a mess in your room. His parents didn't like you, you were completely devoted to their son and it wasn't enough. You didn't feel like enough. When Jake got back home and found out about his parents whispers about you he quickly rushed out and to your apartment. You didn't answer the door or your phone. Frantically, he started looking for your spare key. It wasn't under the planter nor the mat. No way would you put it in the plant right? Jake took a deep breath and started digging through the plant, dirt everywhere on your small mat and area. He finally found the key in the dirt and unlocked your door. Rushing in he looked frantically for you. He found you in your room crying and you screamed when you saw him. You did not expect a man in your house- let alone Jake covered in dirt. "Did you kill my plant?" You asked between you trying to stabilize your breathing. "I needed your key..." He was trying to breathe too. He sat down on your bed and caressed your face. "You're getting dirt on me and my bed." "I-I'm sorry the only thing on my mind right now is you, I don't care if they don't like you yet. I love you and I want to stick with you. Please let me stick with you." You looked up at him and again, "I cant let you ruin your relationshi-" "It's on them. Not you. Please..." Jake still held your face in his hands, "please don't leave me because of other people's opinions. People's opinions can change." One of your favorite things about Jake is that he was always hopeful, you loved him for that. You nodded. "Okay Jake." You sniffled and kept looking at him, "youre helping me clean the sheets though." Jake smiled and kissed you, "anything."

Sunghoon- Currently, you were at work. You had some songs to write and people to have meetings with. The day was packed. You were in the studio trying to focus. Your fight with Sunghoon will help with song writing so you tried to focus on that. You took a deep breath and continued to scribble in your notebook. You put headphones in so you didnt even notice someone coming into your office and sitting down next to you. When you finally realized you took them out. Low and behold there he is- after a day of no contact. "What?" You asked coldly. "I'm sorry, I was overreacting. It's not like that random guy is going to contact you or try to be with you." Sunghoon said, it made you laugh and you started to continue writing. "Wait did he?" It made you laugh harder, "yeah he did, I told him no." You turned your head and moved it to the side. "You told him no?" Sunghoon was trying to catch up with the conversation. "Sunghoon, you are my ideal type obviously, I love YOU, I'm dating YOU." He looked visibly relieved, "you're still dating me?" Your heart eyes were showing for him, "yes, you came back to talk to me." Sunghoon finally relaxed fully, "I believe this belongs to you then." He put the ring back on your finger, then started to help you with your work.

Sunoo- You were still in bed for the next few hours that you didn't even realized Sunoo was still in your home. When you finally got up to eat you saw him sitting on the couch. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" "No- Well yes." Sunoo stood up and brushed himself off. He followed you into the kitchen. "Why are you still here? Are you waiting for the mystery person to show up?" You deadpanned. "No, I'm not. I was being unreasonable and I should've asked if you were okay first." Sunoo took a deep breath and watched you start cooking dinner, he noticed that even in your state you were cooking for him too. "Y/n...?" You looked up at him, you were tired and it showed. "Are you okay?" With those three words you started crying, almost instantly he wrapped his arms around you and let you cry. Sunoo whispered apologies to you as you let it out. At the end of the night he finished cooking for you both and whined until you put your ring back on.

Ni-Ki- Riki laid in bed, he hadn't moved for awhile and the other members started to realize it. If they offered to play a game with him he would say no, if they offered takeout, he would say no, batting cages, no, everything was a no. Jake ended up reaching out to you and telling you what was up. You being the angel you are went over and went back into the room the argument started. Riki was on his bunk, on his stomach with your ring in his hand. Part of you did feel bad but for the most part- you didn't. You stood there for a second before leaning down and flicking his forehead. "Jake seriou-" He shot up, hitting his head when he realized it was you, "Y/N!" "So now you want to talk to me?" Your brow quipped up and you stared at him. "I'm sorry, I was being a total dick. You aren't annoying and I didn't mean anything. It was a mood swing or something and I apologize..." Riki held his head low, you took a deep breath and made him look up at you. "Please just communicate with me next time, instead of taking it out on me... You really hurt my feelings." He nodded frantically, "I will work on it I promise..." "Okay, now give me my ring back and give me attention!"

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

pls could you maybe do something about chad being the readers brother and finding out they are dating Ethan ? 💗

Let’s ignore the age issue (reader can’t be younger bc she won’t be at college, but let’s pretend) because a lot of things don’t make sense in horror movies and that's just the way they are

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Falling for your brother’s roommate happened slowly and unexpectedly. It started with shy smiles across the couch on movie nights, then casual lunch dates because you both had a two hours lunch gap on Tuesdays and one evening, Chad was tired so he went to bed before the movie finished, but you stayed with Ethan and one thing led to another.

Now, you and Ethan were in a secret relationship because of the delicate situation. You knew your brother and you knew he would react strongly to you and Ethan. They were close friends, but you were his sister first and Chad was very protective.

You thought you were careful, but one morning Chad was heading to class and he saw you and Ethan together on campus. Your light pink backpack on your shoulder was hard to miss in a crowded place. He didn’t think much of it…until he saw Ethan grabbing your face and kissing you.

That’s when Chad’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with fury. Forgetting about class, he strided over and your lips were ripped from Ethan's, forcing you apart.

‘’What the—’’ A shocked gasp left your lips, cutting you off mid-word, as you saw your brother grabbing Ethan by the collar of his shirt and roughly shoving him against the nearest surface.

‘’What the fuck are you doing with my sister, man?’’ Ethan stammered, searching for the right words to explain the situation, but Chad’s angry face had him stunned. ‘’We’ve talked about this. We had an agreement! No messing with my sister, no thinking about my sister.’’ His grip on Ethan's collar tightened as he glared at him, his anger blazing.

Seeing the genuine fear in Ethan’s eyes, you placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder. ‘’Chad! Stop!’’

Chad looked between you and Ethan, torn between his protective instincts and your request.

‘’Let him go,’’ you asked, holding your brother’s gaze with seriousness. ‘’Please.’’

Taken aback by your plea, the seriousness in your voice made Chad pause for a moment. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Ethan and took a step back. His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered with anger. He turned to face you, his expression a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

‘’We had an agreement, and he broke it. He knew how I felt about him making a move on you, and yet he went behind my back.’’

You get his protective big brother side, but he couldn’t control who was allowed or not to date you. That’s just too far.

‘’Don’t make him sound like the bad guy. If anyone did something wrong here, it’s you,’’ you pointed at Chad, pointing a finger at his chest. ‘’You had no right to tell Ethan he wasn’t allowed to like me. You can’t control people’s feelings like that.’’

Ethan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. ‘’Chad, I’m really sorry. I never meant to disrespect our agreement. It wasn't planned, and I understand if you're angry—’’

‘’You, shut up!’’ Chad snapped, but you were quick to bite back.

‘’No, you shut up!’’ Your loud voice made a few heads turn, but you quickly composed yourself again. ‘’I’m not a little kid anymore. I date guys and kiss them…and sometimes they happen to be your roommate. I know this is difficult for you. You’re scared I’m gonna get my heart hurt, but it’s part of life. Ethan and I may be a hard pill to swallow, but take a big gulp of water because he is my boyfriend and I’m not gonna let you come between us.’’

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[skzddicted]

lost again.

bang chan x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

warnings: use of pet names, heavy themes; ed, drugs/drug abuse, depression, mentions of OD, mentions of recovery and relapse (please lmk if i missed something!!)

a/n: hey guys, i’m really sorry for disappearing for so long i haven’t been doing the best and couldn’t write at all but anyways, this fic is kinda very personal to me and it's very heavy so pls check out the warnings!! i wrote partly based off of my own experiences, so i'm really sorry if anything is off.

wc:~1k

reblogs and/or feedback are greatly appreciated!!

song rec!!

partly proofread(?)

it’s not real.

none of this is real. none of it is.

that’s what she tried to convince herself, over and over again.

all the late nights she laid in bed, bloodshot eyes wide open, 

every time she was hunched over the toilet, shoving her fingers up her throat,

whenever she passed out from overexertion or malnourishment, or when both got her at the same time,

each time she swallowed whatever pills she had on hand at the moment.

all these times she’d just imagine herself to be a character in a book. someone in a story. a story that isn’t real.

except for the part it is, and that story is her life.

she never thought she’d actually ever get this far. she always told herself that she still had control over her mind and body, that she always will, even now. she doesn't believe that she’s sick, or at least not enough and when you convince yourself that you’re only faking it all for long enough, you’ll eventually start to actually believe it and you’ll only want to get worse and worse. whether it’s to prove something to yourself or the rest of the world, you won’t really know anymore.

it’s not like anyone ever really cared anyways, so she might as well go as far as she needs to be satisfied. little does she know, she’ll never be.

when he came into her life, everything she had tried to convince herself of before almost vanished. it all started feeling too real. she started feeling things she had never felt before. 

guilt was the main thing.

she’d been messed up for the longest time, yet she can’t recall a single time she felt guilty about ruining herself or her life. but when he came along and started showing her what it’s like to have someone that genuinely cares, it was then, that it truly hit her, that all she ever wanted was to feel needed, cared about. even if it was just for a moment.

and chris, he gave her that and so much more. most importantly though, he stayed. he made a promise to always stay and never broke it, no matter how hard she tried to push him away sometimes.

he was the only constant, the only good thing, in her life. he even gave her the courage to attempt recovery, but if it only took one person, if it only was that easy, she would’ve done it already. she relapsed and tried again countless times. not once did he give up on her, nor did he force her to do anything. he just encouraged her to give it a chance, if she relapsed, he'd be right by her side, keeping his promise.

she watched him break, over and over again, because of her and it just made it all harder, made her hate herself more than she ever has. but chris never blamed her. he believed that the day they’ll both finally be fine will come. be it sooner or later, one thing he’s sure about is he’ll never give up on her.

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the clock reads 5:32am as chris gets home from the studio. he enters the shared appartement and slips his shoes off. all the lights are off, except for the bathroom light. the door is wide open and he’s scared to look inside, possibilities of what could’ve happened racing through his mind. as he steps in, he takes a deep breath to calm his shaking body at the sight; there she was, sitting on the floor, leaned against the bathtub, either asleep or unconscious. chris was praying it was the former as he walked over to the girl.

“y/n? hey, baby?”, he shakes her a little and her eyes flutter open.

he lets out a sigh of relief as he takes her into his arms. it wasn’t the first time chris had found her like this, although the other times did have far worse outcomes.

when he feels her tears soak through his shirt, he pulls away to cup her face and look into her eyes. 

her beautiful eyes that never failed to make him fall in love with her all over again.

“chris, i’m tired,” she takes a deep breath before she can continue, “i’m sick and tired of feeling like this, chris,”, “of living like this.” she chokes out and tears run down her cheeks, more than before. chris wipes the tears before they can get far, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“i know, love,” he whispers.

“it’s not easy.” her voice is weak and barely audible, but chris knows that this is a cry for help and he’s going to do anything it takes to help her.

“do you want to try again?” chris asks softly and she knows exactly what he means. silence fills the room again for a while, until she lets out a soft “yeah.”

she’s been there. she had tried to recover and stay clean countless times before with no success, she knows what it’s like. but something felt different this time.

chris felt it too.

he’d been with her through all of her tries, and he’ll stay for endless more, if it meant she’ll be fine in the end.

but he prays, to whoever was listening, that this feeling doesn’t betray him. them. 

that this time will be the one.

that the day they’ll both be alright will come sooner than later.

[odetolove]

heheh ill keep complimenting you cus your response is so cute plssss im !! hehe maybe i just laugh cus i think you're cute and fun to talk to who knows hehehehe

ITS OKIE ! i did adult thing now but even more adult things :( trying to get ready for this trip is so sldkfjsf LONG pls but its okieee two more weeks till im on vacation :D

NO NO SAMEE my friend and i were so ready to just full send it but we genuinely had to think it over bc we were already going to see txt and to see yoongi we would need to take a flight and plane tickets cost so much money AND we want to see svt when they do go on tour (which i hope is later in the year cus i need to make more money) so we had to say no :( LMFAO PLS SAME i would even watch some of the live streams so i didnt feel too abd LDSKJF and YES TAEE gosh i saw him perform singularity live with the choreo and the one with the bed and ive never been the same,, THE HARNESS. omg,, don;t even we both will just lose our livesldjf that era was so amazing i want to experience it all over again. YES SCOUPS. as a couprang, we are very insane i get it LSDKFJ truly a whole ass man idk how i live my life in peace (i dont). AND YESS they're all so !!! tbh even these jeonghan has been bias wrecking me like that man just keeps getting finer every year like he WOW im so downldfj

ahh thank you !! im glad you also have been feeling better about writing yourself <3 but it is like seeing an old friend: comfortable and inviting. and i also just like to rp since i enjoy just bouncing off of other people and just making people smile :D actually writing something just scares me too much sdlkfj i can just never get it done and with rp it just continues until the other person no longer wants to ya know

-- samu mod :]

AAHHHH PLS IM ROLLING OVER IN MY BED!!! i can’t take the compliments (KEEP SENDING THEM! jk… or am i) im happy you think im fun to talk to!! I RLY TRY LOL, i feel like i’m the most awkward person in the world sometimes i just stand there like 👁️👁️ pls laugh at what i say or i’ll die, so i’m happy!!! and especially with the compliments;;; LET ME KISS U <3

!! i didn’t know you were going on a trip!! are you excited for it?? n wahh 2 weeks is basically nothing !! it’ll go by soooo fast n then you can come and talk to me all you want >:) hehehe

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WAHHH well i’m in it for the long run cause i’m annoying and get attached to people so easy and i will let you know i already consider you a friend !!! i always get so happy when you send me asks rp or not!! and ughhh your characterization of osamu makes me wanna curl up and yell!! (in a good way lolol) you’re EXCELLENT AT WRITNG and that’s saying something bc i’m kinda snobby and picky when it comes to reading things HEHEH <3 SO YOURE AMAZING!!!

[chrisevansredbelt]

Scarface

pairing: mob!frank castle x reader

warnings: mentions of smut. 18+ only pls. mentions of oral (f receiving), mention of boner. violence. BUT fluffy other than that.

summary: mob!frank just being absolutely head over heels for his wife

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Blinking one eye open, you groan at the bright sunlight peeking through your curtains that you must’ve forgotten to draw shut last night. Too busy getting your insides rearranged to worry about curtains.

A smile finds its way to your lips as you reminisce on last night, the dull ache in your lower half a much harsher reminder than the fullness of your insides.

Stretching your limbs momentarily, you slide your hand across Franks side of the bed, stopping briefly when you feel it’s cold and empty.

Frowning, you turn over- should’ve having known better when you woke up without his strong arms wrapped around you. Sighing, you cuddle up with the blanket for a moment longer, engulfing Franks lingering scent that remained on his part of the blanket.

Figuring it’s not as good as the real thing, however, you slide out of bed and throw on a robe, setting out on your quest to find your darling husband.

The house is quiet, except for the birds outside that sit by the feeder and the water fountains that produce the most soothing sound.

Stepping off the last step, you approach the front door and peek through the sheer curtains that cover the windows to your front yard. Franks many cars are still there, but you’re sure he would’ve woken you up if he’d left anyway.

Hearing a small clutter of pots and pans, your face lights up as you realise where Frank is.

Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, you pause in the doorway as you admire his dressed up behind. The white button up sheer enough for you to see his back muscles, his slacks hugging all the right places and most importantly showcasing his wonderful ass.

Biting your lip to suppress any unwelcome noise, you step towards him on light feet- going completely unnoticed until you slither your hands over his waist. You’d felt him tense for a split second, most likely scaring him as you snuck up on him. Hands coming to rest on his stomach, you kiss his shoulder in apology, “You left me all alone.”

Your smell, your soft touch and your cute voice instantly soothes Frank. Turning around in your embrace, he brings your small hands up to his lips and presses a kiss to them, “I’m sorry, baby. Had some work to do.” You just hum, not really caring anymore now that he’s standing right in front of you. Moving your hands to rest around his neck, he dips his head down to meet your expecting lips, “Good morning.”

“Morning.” You smile, reaching behind him now and grabbing a chopping board to lay on the counter before moving to the fridge, “Do you have any meetings today?” You ask, pulling out strawberries, blueberries and half a watermelon- your favourite kind of breakfast.

“Just one. Shouldn’t take too long.” You just nod in comprehension. One was good. You were used to his lifestyle by now, so if he had said five or ten, you still wouldn’t really care that much… you’d care more so for his sake because why on earth would he need ten meetings in one day? “Still on for dinner tonight?”

You smile tightly at the mention of the plans you had made to go out for dinner. It had been a while since and he had picked the restaurant last time… and the last ten times before that so for once you had planned it all out, “Of course.”

Dumping his OJ into the sink, he moves to come up behind you now, hands travelling all over the areas of your body he loves most before his fingers stop and play with the fabric of your dainty robe.

“I like this.” He mumbles against your neck.

Giggling, both at the ticklish feeling on your neck and his forgetfulness, “You bought it for me.”

“Did I?” He hums, genuinely surprised. You didn’t blame him, he spoiled you so much it was hard to remember what he bought you and what you bought (with his card, of course), “I have very good taste then.” You roll your eyes at his cockiness, but get caught off guard by his next sentence, “But you know what tastes even better?”

Before he’d left he had given you two orgasms solely with his mouth and fingers, over the top of the kitchen counter while you gripped onto his hair for dear life- which you made sure to comb and smooth out before he’d left… despite his assurance that he would wear it proudly.

He had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it.

-

Another reason why you didn’t mind so much when Frank had business to attend to was because he would often times conduct it all in his office at home.

Sure, initially, there were some safety figures he took into account, but the house was huge and he always had men on guard wherever you were at all times. He would do anything for you, so when you pouted and frowned about how little time you saw him throughout the week, he had to fix it.

So that’s what he was doing right now. Holding some meeting in his office while you were at the other side of the house, in the kitchen. Frank didn’t really like it when you were on the same floor as his office, and you knew that. But David was right outside the kitchen door so you’re almost certain he wouldn’t mind in that case.

Plus, you were baking his favourite treat.

“Hey, Mrs. Castle.” You look up from stacking your plate of brownies onto a nice cake stand, smiling up at the gaggle of men that worked under Frank.

His meeting must have finished.

“Hi sweethearts,” You smile sweetly, moving to grab the icing batter.

“Whatcha making?” Curtis asks, all of them inhaling the aroma of freshly baked goods.

“Brownies, have some.” You nodded to the seemingly invisible pile of brownies on the island.

They all fled to the treats like seagulls but you didn’t mind at all. You loved providing for Franks men- especially after all they did for you.

“Mrs. Castle, are they special brownies?” David asks and you roll your eyes.

“If special means made with love then yes.” You shove a tissue into his chest, knowing full well he out of all of them would make the most mess. Filtering your eyes through the men, you frown as you notice a missing piece, “Where’s Frank?”

“Interrogating.” David speaks with his mouth full.

“He’s not being mean, is he?” You joke.

“Eh, this guy deserves it.” David shrugs and Curtis slightly nudges his side with a look that tells him to shut up. You catch it all of course- ever observant.

You almost had to be in this life of yours. Frank had a poker face that only you had mastered how to read and sometimes, when he took you to galas and things, you had to act as a second pair of eyes for him.

“What’d he do?” You ask casually, the room now obviously silent as they all side eye each other, “What? You can tell me.”

“A lot of things.” Curtis briefly says and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. As much as you loved Franks efforts to protect you, sometimes it was good to know what was going on. It never did anyone any good being left in the dark.

“Like what?” You scoff, “Is it something to do with me?”

Curtis finally cracks, “He just went off the rails and called you a lot of things when someone asked him about doing business with Frank and it got back around to him-“ Curtis didn’t have to speak any more. You knew what that meant. You weren’t a stranger to any of Franks business deals, you often liked to meet them if you heard they were going well… You guessed some men had taken your kindness and clothing choices as a sign of whoring yourself out for them. You frowned softly to yourself, “He’s not a good guy, Mrs. Castle, don’t take any of it to heart. He doesn’t know anything about you or the brownies you make.” Curtis assures you with a hand on your shoulder- to which the rest of the men nod.

As a loud gun shot rings throughout the house, you gasp softly and jump a little under Curtis’ hand before remembering who you’re married to. A few more shots ring out and you would’ve been scared that it was Franks life on the line had your not recognised the sound of his desert eagle.

“That was quick.” David hums your thoughts and you watch as they all dispose of their brownie crumb coated napkins that they had all demolished before filtering out and making their way back to Franks office… probably to help to dispose of the body.

-

You had floated off into your library so as to not get in the way of whoever they decided to clean up Franks mess. Plus, it was just about time for you to have some leisure time anyway and you were just itching to get back to your book.

You’re lying on your stomach on the surprisingly comfortable leather couch as the sun hits your back from the window beside you.

The room used to be a gym but after Frank saw how you would sit in the exact same position you’re in now, except on the floor and amongst all his gym equipment, just to soak up that block of sun, he knew he had to do something about it.

As much as he loved your company while he worked out, he wanted to give you something big like a home library. It seemed every day you were reading a different book.

Whatever possessed him to build in bookcases tall enough to reach the ceiling and require wheelie ladders, however, you would never know. But you definitely weren’t complaining. His renovations were well worth it- you’d spend almost every waking hour in this room.

The doors opening made you avert your attention from the book to your husband and you smiled brightly at him- despite the few red splotches on his white button up.

“Hi,” You hum, craning your neck to kiss his lips as he leans down.

Tapping your bum, you turn and wiggle over a little on the couch just enough for him to sit down and rub a nervous hand up the back of your thigh. He looked exhausted.

“What’re you reading today?” He asks and you turn over the book cover for him to see. “Little Women.” He reads, “What’s it about? Short women?”

“No,” You roll your eyes, softly nudging his chest with your foot, “It’s about the decisions that four sisters make that affect their futures in different ways.”

“Ah, I see.” He nods, smiling down at you as you laugh at his previous question. He loved to see you smile.

“How’d your meeting go?” You ask, placing a book mark in between two pages and shutting it close against your chest.

“Pretty good.” He sighs, his face a little hard to read due to the mix of tiredness and satisfaction, “I’ve gotta go take care of some things though.” He starts off, almost setting himself up, “I don’t know when I’ll be back-“

“Go.” You interrupt him, saving him the hassle of making a fuss, “I’ll be here.” You assure him.

“But dinner-“

“I’ll make something.”

Frank always sacrificed a lot in his work life to do things with you and for you. It was only fair you let him do what he needs to do from time to time too. Besides, he looked tired and it was only mid-day, you doubt he’d be up for going out no matter how insistent he was on doing so just to please you.

Kissing your calf, down your thigh and making his way up to your neck and cheek, he smiles, “I like your food better anyway.” And pecks your lips.

“In that case, I left you a present in the kitchen.” You run your fingers through his hair and smooth it out yet again, noticing the few strays that had flipped over. He raises a curious brow, “It’s sweet, you’ll like it.”

Pecking your lips a couple times with a final hum, “I do like sweet things.” He winks up at you and you hope he doesn’t notice how it makes your cheeks heat up.

It amazed you how, no matter the fact that you were literally married, he still tried to flirt with you.

You snort, rolling your eyes and pushing his chest softly, “Get outta here.”

With that, he had left the room with a shit eating grin on his face and a boner that he quickly had to tuck up into place so as to not look so apparent. Sure, any other day he would’ve proudly worn it. But dealing with a dead body put him off.

It just wasn’t a pleasant thought.

-

Pausing the movie you were currently watching, you picked up your cup to go refill.

Looking up at the clock in the process, you frowned a little when you saw that it was almost 9. You had a feeling Frank would be later than expected, which is why you cooked dinner later so that it wouldn’t be as cold when he got home, but that was at 7. You didn’t mind entirely- only, you were worried about him. What if he was hurt? Plus his dinner was going cold.

Just as you fill up your cup, however, you hear the frantic unlocking of the front door.

You know it’s Frank- because who else would get past the men at the gate- and so you make no effort to see who it is and wait for him to find you in the kitchen as you sip on your drink and place his dinner in the microwave for twenty seconds.

The second he enters the kitchen, he smiles softly when he sees you, but the smile is instantly replaced with guilt, “I’m sorry. I tried to text but we were out in the woods-“ He rambles on, “Then I got caught up with the cops and my phone died-“

You interrupt his talking by shoving a small piece of garlic bread into his mouth while his food still heats up the last few seconds in the microwave, “Shut up and eat.” Whilst the microwave beeps, you go to retrieve his plate and he sits down at the kitchen island.

He practically inhaled the piece of garlic bread you gave him and waited eagerly for his dinner. You unravelled it from its cling film before sliding the plate over to him with a knife and fork sitting on the side.

It’s only then, when he reaches for the salt across from him that you see the gash on the side of his head, next to his eye.

Rounding the island, you place a finger under his chin to get a closer look at the cut.

“You’re hurt.” You frown, looking down at him as he takes a bite of food.

“Oh- cop hit me.” He waves off and you furrow your brows.

“He’s mean, isn’t he?” You didn’t like when Frank was hurt. That’s the only concern you ever had with his line of work. Which, of course, was never convenient. He was almost always hurt.

“I’m gonna kill him one day, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” He kisses the palm of your hand that had rested below his jaw.

You just purse your lips before going off to get the first aid kit from underneath the sink.

You didn’t have much medical training- actually, no medical training. But you liked cleaning and patching him up. Frank liked it more- no matter how much it stung. You fixed him.

“Now you’re the real scarface.” You smile, admiring your work of cleaning and placing two butterfly strips over the cut, “I always had a crush on him now that I think about it.”

“Oh, so you got a type?” Frank teases with a sly side eye, downing his whiskey. “Italian American mobsters.”

“I guess you could say that.” You shrug playfully. “And what would your type be?”

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he just smirks before reaching for another brownie. “I like sweet things.”

You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

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um um um is it bad to write mob!frank … i enjoyed it a little too much i fear

[astrolo-t]

Breathing Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 2.3 k

Warnings: MDNI pls and thank. Umm, Cursing. Smut. Overstim. Squirting. Prolly some typos. Little bit of fluff at the end because I personally needed that.

A/N: I dunno I genuinely feel like this is super tame as far as smut goes. But that could also be because I've read some straight filth so who knows really.

Emotions had run high that night. While you didn’t necessarily regret kissing Ellie, you regretted seeing that look on her face right before you left. She had looked…physically pained, as if you loving her was such a burden. And maybe it was. But one thing you knew for sure was that you’d make sure that it’d be your burden to bear from now on and yours alone. 

You go back to your regularly scheduled program of avoiding one another. You busy yourself with volunteer work and even some patrols. Anything to keep yourself occupied, really.

There’s a difference now though, that difference being that you've stopped seeing Ellie with other girls.

You thought it was just a coincidence or wishful thinking on your part until Dina confirms that Ellie hasn't been going out.

“All she does is patrols and then goes home to play that damn guitar. I can’t even get her to come out with me.” Dina tells you one day over dinner.

You want to smile at that because truly, some part of you feels vindicated. Well good, I hope she's fucking miserable.

But then….the other part of you worries.

The part of you that still loves that foul-mouthed, gorgeous, strong woman.

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You’re home settling into bed for the night when you hear a knock on your door. You rush to open it thinking it could only be urgent if someone was coming by so late. 

However, when you open the door, there’s no emergency, no panic, no nothing.

Just Ellie, with her arms crossed over her chest, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She looks nervous and you stare at her for a second before stepping aside allowing her to come in. She takes a seat at your dining table but you stay standing, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You gonna make me ask why you’re here or-?”

The furrow that had been set in her brow when you’d first opened the door creases even more and you’re fighting the urge to smooth it out with your fingers when she decides to stand up, facing you. She takes a deep breath before finally saying, “I guess….I got scared.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Keep going.”

She swallows then, fiddling with her fingers, shaking her head and looking down at her shoes. “I dunno y/n, I just….I look at you and I know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you and then…I don’t know why but somehow that makes losing you feel inevitable.”

“El-” 

“I love you.” She says suddenly, with a fierceness usually reserved for those unlucky enough to get on her bad side. “And I loved you when you told me.”

You shake your head slowly, tears welling in your eyes because no, you cannot do this again. You couldn't allow yourself to be hurt by her again. 

“I’m not lying to you.” She continues, tears lining those green eyes. “I’ve never lied to you before except when I didn’t say it back and I fucking swear I will never do it again.”

You stare at her in disbelief because truly, this was the last thing you’d thought she’d have come here to say. But that was Ellie. Unpredictable and yet constant, reliable. Strong and yet so fragile. The bane of your existence and yet the most fucking welcome thorn in your side. 

You take a shaky breath. “Ellie..” You start, bringing your fingertips to brush a stray tear from her cheeks, “You’re an absolute terror.”

She smiles despite herself turning to kiss your wrist, “Sounds like a you problem.” 

“I suppose it is.”

And just like that, your mouth finds hers like oxygen. You’re practically vibrating against her then, wanting to be as close as possible after being apart for so long. Ellie, just as needy, kisses you hard and hungry. She bites at your lips and when you gasp into her mouth she swears she doesn’t know how she could’ve fooled herself into thinking she could ever deny having you.

You pull away, letting your lips skim down her neck before settling on the spot you knew would get you into trouble of the best kind, licking it and then sucking it between your teeth.

“Fuck.” You hear her groan into your neck, her hands on your hips hips tightening, “You just can’t behave, can you?”

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There was nothing like Ellie when she had a point she needed to make or some sort of goal in mind. Hyper-focused and relentless, she'd go out of her way to finish what she started. And right now that trait was what drove her to continue teasing you until you had started begging for her to touch you. She had marked you everywhere and now you watched as a new mark, pretty and purple blooms on your  inner right thigh. Ellie runs a thumb over her handiwork looking like the perfect picture of someone simply, unbothered. Meanwhile you felt like you were going to die if she didn’t touch you where you needed. 

“Ellie.” 

The sound of you pleading for her breaks Ellie from her trance and her gaze lifts to meet yours from between your legs. She knows you’re soaking there, soft and so so ready. She knows and yet, with it being so long since she'd had you like this, she was going to take her sweet time. Her fingers trails up and down your bare heat, and your body shivers in excitement because fucking finally. You’re so wet already that you can literally hear it when Ellie takes two fingers parting you open, the cold air hitting you causing you to shiver slightly. "My poor baby...this where you need me?"

She kisses up your thighs and then once she’s locked eyes with you, dips in for a taste. Her tongue, warm and soft, licks fat stripes up and down your slit and you bite your lip, stifling a moan. You always made the attempt to be quiet, something Ellie accepted as a challenge. You didn't want anyone else to hear, but Ellie...she didn't give a fuck. She loved making you lose control. Fact was, hearing you moaning her name for the entire neighborhood to hear turned her on beyond measure, because she knew, it was her getting the front row seat this. You, grasping at the sheets, eyes dilated, lips slightly parted, propped up on your elbows to watch her as she licked you open.

She takes mercy on you, dragging her tongue up, finding your clit and circling it with her tongue until your hips jump off the bed from the sensation. You suddenly feel a sharp sting on your left thigh from where Ellie had slapped, the sting sending a fresh wave of wetness to your core. “Be fuckin’ still or I stop.”

You whine, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded in that moment, but still nodding quickly so that she'd continue. She laps at your clit in earnest now and you want so badly to grind your hips upward, grind into her mouth really, until you came. But no, she physically wouldn’t allow that. Her slightly calloused hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh of them to prevent you from moving. Her mouth focuses on your clit, alternating between flattening her tongue against it and sucking and it’s when she hollows her mouth and sucks hard that you bite your lip so hard you think you almost break skin. "Oh my fucking god," you moan, feeling yourself getting close. Ellie knows this too, which is why she stops. You whine in frustration as she comes up to kiss you, her middle finger lazily circling your clit, just enough to keep you warm but not enough for you to come. “Ellie please. Be nice”

She drags your clit between two fingers as she kisses you again feeling you moan into her mouth. You can feel her grinning against your lips before she pulls back and says, “What do you mean - I'm always nice.”

“Now, you wanna come on my mouth-” She kisses you once more,  “or my fingers?”

You didn't fucking care. You just wanted something, anything, you just wanted. 

“I need an answer baby.” She murmurs as she mouths up your jaw. Her fingers rub between your pussy lips, collecting the wetness there before lightly slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, your mouth Ellie." You gasp out at the sensation, "I want your mouth.”

Ellie hums, satisfied with your answer, and returns back to your waiting pussy, curling her hands around your thighs. This time around she wastes no time. She greedily sucks your clit into her mouth, sucking it so hard that your head shoots off the pillow. You catch the devilish glint in her eyes as she moans against you, the vibrations of her mouth too much and yet everything you need all at once. Her tongue slides inside you, taking you by surprise and you gasp, feeling her warm and wet inside you. “S-shit,” You struggle to form words now, and Ellie, reading your body like a book only she knows, can tell you’re close. She can feel it in the way your heels dig into her back, in the way your stomach clenches as you hold your breath. She returns to sucking on your clit, tugging it slightly with her lips, as she nudges her middle finger gently inside you. You cry out from the added penetration, the sound of your voice spurring Ellie on, the pace of her finger increasing. “Yea, you gonna cum all over my face baby?” You nod frantically, feeling your pussy clamp down around her finger as you come then, gasping out her name, moaning loud and unabashedly now as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

Ellie watches as your body trembles from your orgasm before coming up for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She mouths down your neck, allowing you to catch your breath, but only for a moment before she drags her fingers down over your sensitive clit. You whimper, body jolting as you begin grasping at her forearm but to no avail. Before you know it she's spreading your pussy slipping one and then shortly after, another finger inside. Your pussy stretches taking her in easily, and then, knuckles deep she starts fucking those fingers up into you eliciting cries of protest from your lips.

“Oh my fuck, Ellie w–wait,” Your protest only encourages her. Her head comes to rest in the crook of your neck and you literally feel the vibrations of her laughter rattling in your bones as she says, “Thought you wanted me nice. This is me bein’ nice baby.”

Her fingers curl, finding that spot she knew would take you over the edge with ease and they don’t stop. If anything she quickens her pace, feeling your soaking wet cunt starting to tighten around her fingers.

“Ell-Ellie! M’gonna make a mess, fuck fuck”  You were so fucking close, the obscene squelch of your cunt deafening in your ears. “Do you hear yourself? Fuck baby, you’re dripping down the back of my fucking hand.” Ellie rasps in your ear, sounding just as wrecked as you were. Her free hand comes to grip the back of your neck, leveling your gaze with her own. You look at her pitiful and completely at her mercy feeling the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching again. And that's all she wanted, to watch as you lost yourself around her fingers, and you, you wanted to give that to her. You could be good, you could be good for her. And after a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, your body spasms, eyes rolling back with white-hot pleasure so good it almost hurts and you come, spilling and spilling amidst Ellie’s praise against your lips. 

You don't know how much time goes by, but when you open your eyes, vision fuzzy, all you can say is, “Fucking hell.”

“Mmm hmm,” Ellie agrees from beside you, “you always sound so good, so pretty.” She kisses your nose, your cheeks, and eyes. A tenderness that was usually reserved for when you both were completely sated. Hence why you stop her, a single finger pressed against her lips before they can meet yours. “Uh uh, we’re not done.”

“You can go again?” She asks, doubt clearly evident in her voice. “Your legs are still shaking babe.”

“Make no mistake, I can’t feel my legs. But my mouth works just fine.”

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After cleaning up, you’re truly boneless and tired. Ellie lays back to you, your body curled like a koala around her own. You move the hair covering the back of her neck and press a kiss there, three words bubbling up to your lips again and although you know they are safe to say now, you hesitate. 

They spill out anyways, and as soon as they do Ellie turns over on her back and her eyes, turned a honeyed citrine from the candlelight, find yours. You place your hand on her cheek, running your thumb over the freckles there until she takes it, kissing your palm before the four words that mean everything leave them with ease against the skin there. As easy as breathing.

A goofy grin spreads across your face and you bury your face in her neck, suddenly feeling shy. You feel her laughing underneath you and soon you're joining her. Eventually, once your giggles subside, you finally rest, curling your body back around hers with just the sound of her breath to lull you to sleep.

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys that ━━

━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.

iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up. 

miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming. 

akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.

sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.

goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his. 

kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3

lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.

━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets. 

tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”

bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too. 

kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10. 

sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s. 

suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him. 

ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better. 

terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after. 

oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little. 

━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again. 

miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough. 

kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????

aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.

kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after. 

satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr. 

matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3

━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years. 

all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3

end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too! 

[gretagerwigsmuse]

oh kylie! what a way to YEARN before going to bed! this was such a lovely chapter and insight into both bradley and mav’s relationship and showed how much it really has grown in the last couple months. i have so many favorite parts below, this was really so special!!

He can’t unhear the way you had begged him to just look at you on the drive home. He can’t unhear the crack in your voice as you promised you weren’t the one who had spread the news about the divorce, that you never wanted his private life to become so public to his colleagues. - oh. wow i need to know more about this. i can only imagine that she would’ve been so embarrassed and upset about this - the crack in her voice! and begging him to look at her! wow. and then she pulls away from him that following week! i feel like she thought he was embarrassed about her behavior or something. god i want her to have someone she can confide in (pls let it be jake lol)

“Yep. Tuesday morning. Soonest the notary could see us.” - what if i jumped? and she flies back to boston (she really is me ty) the same day!?! BRUTAL 😭 sweet girl! cry on the plane! the flight attendants will comp your alcohol!

“I was the one who pushed for this. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. And it doesn’t matter because she’s just my friend.” - babes pls…do you hear yourself? do you hear your LIES?

“Brad-” Maverick pauses as he chews on his bottom lip, struggling to figure out what to say. “Brad, you’re clearly hurting and I want you to know that it’s okay to talk to me about this. Regardless of if this was your idea or not, you’re still hurting. This is still hard for you and I want you to know that I’m perfectly happy to be the outlet for you to express your anger and hurt.”  - first i love that mav says this, it’s such a sweet and genuine offer. and also i love that he always calls bradley bradley? because mav hasn’t known bradley as anything but? their paths didn’t cross until months ago, so bradley still gets to be bradley with him? and bradley grew up calling him maverick or mav? so it fits. and this is just such a small thing, but really means a lot and shows a lot about their relationship so amazing job

“Because you’re still my son.” Mav whispers, squeezing his shoulder. “You are my greatest accomplishment Baby Goose.” - PLS STOP THIS MADNESS I CANT TAKE THEIR FATHER SON MOMENTS THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS MY FAVE PART OF THE MOVIE AND I LOVE THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION BECAUSE IT SHOWS THE LOVE AND TRUST THEY HAVE

“I just kept thinking about her, that sweet girl getting a phone call from a number she didn’t know, and being informed that her husband was dead. I didn’t know what was going on in her life, if she still even cared about me at all, but all I could picture was that girl and getting that phone call, finding out her friend was dead.” - oh my sweet boy, my sweet brave boy

“I know- I know that I love her, Mav. I know that now. I have always loved her, maybe. Maybe I’ve been too scared to admit it, maybe been too scared to believe it, maybe been too scared to let her love me back. But Mav- Mav my life doesn’t change if I tell her that I love her.  My job doesn’t change, the very real possibility that I could die at any time. I won’t- won’t let her go through that.” - shot to the heart wow kylie i love this

chapter 6 - hate to be lame but i might love you (b.r.b)

a/n: sorry still no happy ending yet!! it’s gonna get worse before it gets better hehe!! thank you to @struggling-with-delia​ who read the first draft, rightfully told me it was shit, and helped me create this.

summary: Rooster and Maverick have a heart to heart. 

title comes from finneas and lizzy mcalpine’s “hate to be lame”

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warnings: swearing, alcohol, canon death/near death experiences

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His thumb runs over the slowly peeling label on the beer bottle as the condensation makes the sticker wet. The beer is starting to warm, making him cringe as he takes small sips of the liquid, trying to keep his thoughts at bay. 

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[lovelyraven01]

Dating the Genshin Men HCs

Featuring: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

Warnings: Suggestive themes. Swearing.

This is the most fun I've had writing something in a long time plssssss

Albedo: 

Ur his first s/o so he doesn’t understand affection but tries

The first time you tried holding his hand he got confused and snatched his hand away thinking it was an accident lmaooo 

Weirdly a good kisser

Likes to draw u nakey

Make u coffee or tea or whatever you wanted in the mornings

Has pretty bad insomnia, you gotta drag this man to bed or else he will be up ALL NIGHT

Ayato:

Acts high and mighty but is actually such a baby for you 

Begs u to go out and get boba with him MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY 

Secretly loves scented candles lmaooo and would melt if you surprised him with one

Isn’t afraid to take you out and show you off at all his business meetings and parties 

He likes it when u pull his hair 👀

Highkey a sugar daddy and will spoil u

Childe: 

Bros a family man. Definitely bugs you about having kids 

Likes to play fight but will let you win… Most of the time

Will give you piggyback rides if you’re tired of walking 

Teases you mercilessly but would literally want to jump off a cliff if he ever accidentally hurt your feelings 

Comes home bloody and bruised from fights and haves you tend to him as a personal nurse

Don’t worry he’ll thank you later 👀

Dainsleif:

Emotionally unavailable but tries for you 

The first time he tried initiating a kiss he accidentally knocked his teeth into yours and now he's scared to initiate any form of contact LOL

Will take you out at night and watch the fireflies with you

Likes holding ur hand and will play with your fingers and stroke the top of your hand 

Whispering sweet nothings into his ear will simultaneously make him all mushy but also really h0rnee

He’s a softy for small animals (especially cats) and will often bring them home 

Diluc:

#1 in the daddy issues category. Interpret that however you please 

Will make u food if you help him at the winery or tavern 

Likes to surprise you with flowers and picnics for no reason 

Lays his head on your chest when y’all snuggle 

Gets jealous kinda easily lol but also easy to reassure 

Gorou:

Says he doesn’t like his tail or ears touched but that’s BULLSHIT. Pls pet his tail and ears; just be gentle

Has a praise kink for sure 

Chases crystalflies and will bring u one as a gift 

He’s scared of bugs and will make you kill them

Likes taking walks around Inazuma with you

He swings ur arm around like a little kid when y’all hold hands 

Itto:

Likes showing off his strength and carries you EVERYWHERE

Gives the best bear hugs 

Secretly can’t swim but never admitted it until he almost drowned when y’all went skinny dipping 

He likes sleeping on your pillow with you but he also drools in his sleep so sometimes u wake up with a puddle of drool on your pillow 

Is ur biggest hype man and will always praise you and treat u as if you were a god/goddess 

“WHOOOO LESSGO BABY YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL”

Kaeya:

UGH I could go on and on about this man I’m so downbad for him

Likes to surprise you with a visit when he’s supposed to be working cuz he misses u

Has no shame and will grab ur ass EVERYWHERE even in public and in front of people. PDA is not a word in his vocabulary 

Cries in his sleep and ur too scared to bring it up tbh 

The first time you genuinely complimented him (like u called him handsome or something) he got so flustered he giggled and he got SO EMBARRASSED LOL

Gives the best back massage you’ve ever had but it often leads to more…

He acts like he wears the pants in the relationship but tbh it’s you. You have him wrapped around your finger <3

Kazuha: 

He writes u love poems and shit 

Makes the best tea and always makes sure to have a cup waiting for you every morning 

Y’all get high together on the daily and just go wandering 

One of those times Kazuha fell into a stream and dropped his blunt and he got so sad he almost cried 

Gives the best kisses 

Likes to slow dance with you in the moonlight 

Heizou: 

He loves taking u on fancy dinner dates and just treating you like royalty 

Probably has just a hint of little man syndrome but it’s so fucking funny 

Will kiss your face all over for literally forever cause he just loves u so much 

Is definitely into roleplay lmaoo 

He gets so happy if you pack lunch for him to take to work - he often forgets to eat when working but if it’s made by you he always takes time to enjoy it

Likes to stand on things to make himself taller than you and then give u a kiss 

Scaramouche:

Sometimes u wonder if he even likes u but then one time he didn’t see you for like half a day and he bitched so much about it looll 

He DEFINITELY has little man syndrome 

Acts like tough shit but at night when y’all sleeping he CLINGS to you

His love language is gift giving cause he can’t use his words for shit 

The first time he tried to tell u he loved you he stuttered so bad and you kinda had to hold back a laugh cause it was really funny 

Thoma:

Literal house husband 

Would be so happy to clean and cook for u while you’re out so when you come home your house is clean and there’s food on the table

Is another softy for animals and often takes them home

Also has a praise link 

Is easily flustered and if you compliment him he’ll blush so hard and try to cover his face 

Says he loves you literally all the time it’s almost annoying 

Venti:

Since being with you he’s been drinking a lot less and has been more at peace 

Sings to you when you’re sad or scared 

Really likes hugs and wants to hug u all the time 

Falls asleep the second y’all start to watch a movie 

He put cat ears on you once as a joke and got so flustered he choked on his spit and had a coughing fit 

Xiao:

Another guy who you often wonder if he even likes you but this mf literally stalks u

Not in weird or creepy way just in the ‘you mean so much to him that he wants to protect you with his whole life’ way 

Sleeps like he’s dead (like he doesn’t move or looks like he’s breathing) and it worries u sometimes 

The first time he told u he loved u it was just so randomly that you didn’t react right away cuz u were so shocked and he got so embarrassed he teleported away and didn't come back for TWO DAYS LMAOO

Now he will often tell you he loves you, especially if he has to go away for a while 

Zhongli:

King of forehead kisses 

Often bores you to sleep at night with his stories. He never minds though 

Likes it when you sit in his lap 

Also gives really good back massages but also will want something in return lmao 

His compliments are so beautiful and heartfelt it makes you blush every time 

On your birthday

“This is a dried glaze lily that came into bloom on the day of your birth. Long ago, the people of Liyue would say that this flower blooms bearing the weight of the beautiful memories and prayers of the land. I believe this to have been applied on the day you were born as well."

[draconic-ichor]

Could you make a really touch starved karl heisenberg, and where the S/O doesn't know how to show affection, like, doesn't even know what a hug is...with a little smut pls

Aaaa, it’s late and I really hope I answered this right.

This is the first like reader insert Iv written so sorry if it sounds odd. Also I didn’t edit it…you are getting it fresh

I went a little wild with this one lol…more than a little smut •///•

Nsfw Dabble

Heisenberg x reader

Warning: strong language, sexual themes, fingering, thigh job

Part 2

It’s been months since you moved into the factory. Lord Heisenberg was rough and reclusive but the two of you had made a little relationship of sorts. He gave you a warm bed, and company when he could spare the time. While you listened to him and gave him a small taste of normality he never knew.

The only problem was that you were terribly shy and very innocent when it came to any type of physical contact. The Lord, on the other hand, was also very unused to positive social interaction and oh so horribly touch starved.

The situation started to wind you both pretty tightly.

Heisenberg found you blushing at the mere sight of him, scurrying away like a little mouse.

His hand started to loose its relief, the thought of your lips against his own or your fingers exploring over his body driving him wild.

It all boiled over one day when you were bringing him lunch. He was busy working at his desk when you came in.

“I made you a sandwich.” You announced.

“Thanks, buttercup.” He didn’t look up, engrossed in his task.

You didn’t mind, bringing the plate over. Finding the only spare room for it on the far side of the desk near the wall. You bent forward, reaching over him to place it down. In the process your breasts brushed into his back.

He instantly stiffened, looking up to see a tendril of your hair falling down before him before you quickly straighten away.

Your face was crimson as he turned to look at you, pale eyes dark.

He didn’t look mad, but you blurted our, “I’m sorry!”

His gaze looked you over, pausing at your lips before drifting downwards to your attire. You were wearing one of his button up shirts. Seeing your smaller frame in one of his things sent blood rushing to his cock.

Embarrassment curled your stomach, so you did what you usually did, and made a quick escape.

Heisenberg watched the steel door close as he gave a heavy sigh. He knew he would get nothing done with his brain ate up with lust.

Back in the small room he gave you to call your own you threw yourself onto the bed. Pressing your face into the pillow you tried to calm yourself down a bit. A knock at the door sent your heart hammering away in your chest again.

“Come in.” You murmured, sitting up.

Heisenberg entered, taking off his hat. He looked tense. There was a short, awkward silence before he spoke, “You like me right, y/n?”

The question was genuine, a worried lilt shadowing it.

“Of course I do!” You exclaimed.

“Then why you always fucking running away from me?” He pressed, “Like I’m going to fucking bite you or some shit?”

You looked down, guilt and embarrassment heavy in your core.

“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” He stepped closer.

“No.” You admitted, unable to meet his eye as you answered, “I-Im just nervous is all.”

“About what?” He pressed even further, coming closer still.

You could smell him now, a mixture of metal smoke and musk that hung around him always. It’s something that originally you found almost suffocating, but now it made your thighs clench together shamefully.

“I…” you looked down, “I really like you..but I’m scared. I don’t really know what to do with all the feelings.”

When he didn’t respond you looked up. His face was split in a smirk making your embarrassment thicken.

“Is that all?” He chuckled almost darkly, removing his shades, “Hell, kitten. Had me worried you were scared of me.”

“May I?” He gestured to the bed bedside you. You have a tiny nod. He sat down, the old springs groaning under your combined weight.

He was close enough you could feel the warmth through his coat. You watched as he pulled a glove free, offering you a scarred hand.

Your own found it tentatively, trembling into the contact. His fingers were calloused from years of hard work, your eyes looking them over before flicking up to meet his own.

Heisenberg felt the heat rise in his face, such a simple little touch flustering him like a young boy.

He suddenly pulled you into a kiss, teeth clacking from a combined lack of experience. You both pulled away a bit before trying again, softer. It was nothing like a movies first kiss but his lips were warm and made your heart flutter.

It fluttered even harder when he pulled you into his lap, hungry for more affection.

Your hands shook are you found his broad shoulders, deepening the kiss.

He gave a little growl into your mouth as his hands found their way up your shirt.

You gasped, thighs tightening around his hips. He ripped the shirt opened, buttons bouncing off the concrete floor.

His lips trailed down your jaw hungrily, as you started to pull his coat from his shoulders.

The room almost swam as you stripped each other down, movements feeling desperate and speed up.

He pushed you against the bed, kissing you heavily and messily. He broke the kiss to lay on his side, pulling you up until your back was against his chest.

His fingers were rough and hot on your skin, feeling like trails of fire as he mapped out your flesh. You gasped, breath hitching in your throat when he palmed your breast. Back arching into him as he thrust his clothed crotch into your ass.

“Fuck.” He grunted, squeezing slightly before finding your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “Damn….y/n.”

His breath came out in steamy huffs against your ear. Your body shaking as he pressed into you with more zeal.

His hands drifted lower, hearing the stitching of your sweet breath as he ghosted your thighs under his calloused hands.

Your head swam, it all feeling like too much too quickly. Your fingers clawed at the bed when his lips found your neck once more, nipping and biting.

You could feel his cock, hungry and throbbing, against your ass. It sent a bolt of fear coursing through you. He felt you tense, pulling back a bit.

“Scared?” He whispered huskily, but his voice didn’t hold any ill.

You manage a little nod, embarrassment flushing your face a deeper red.

His hands found your dripping core, scoring slow circles into your clit. The nub swelled under his touch, feeling divine against the roughness of his fingers.

“What do you want?” He asked, lips against the shell of your ear.

You thought for a moment. You we’re definitely wanting and writhing under his hands, but something still tugged fearfully deep in your guts.

“C-can we…not put it inside?” You asked, voice wavering, “I…I don’t think I’m ready.”

He pressed his mouth back on your neck, trailing kisses up until he was over your year, drawing out a keening mewl as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

“That’s alright kitten…there’s so many ways we can have fun without me burying my cock in you.” He licked your ear, tongue a liquid heat.

You shuttered into the contact, feeling a tight coil starting to gather in your stomach.

He felt it too, the way you tensed and how your thighs began to tremble.

That gave him a wonderfully sinful idea.

He dipped his hand around your core, fingers becoming drenched in your arousal before pulling away.

You cried out in frustration at the loss of contact, almost rolling over to give him a narrow look. But he grabbed your hip with strong hand, keeping you on your side facing away from him.

He shimmied out of his boxers, slicking his already dripping cock down.

He came back to your needy cunt, but as his finger worked you into a mess all over again he slipped neatly between your thighs.

You felt his cock, like a rod of hot iron, sandwich itself between the silken softness of your inner thighs. It bumped bluntly against your core, causing you to tighten up and start to wiggle away. He grabbed you again, hissing at the pressure your clamped thighs provided.

“Relax Doll, I’m not putting it in.” He growled.

You tried to nod, letting him guide you back again his chest.

He gave a shallow thrust of his hips, stifling a moan as his cock glided between your wet thighs.

Damn, it’s been far too long.

You drove him crazy, just the feel of your soft skin against his cock almost had him spilling already.

His fingers working tight circles around your clit and the feeling of him using your thighs for his own pleasure finally pushed you over.

You cried out his name, shaking and sobbing as he drew an orgasm from you.

He whispered praises into your ear as you fell apart, letting you ride out your high on his fingers.

“You’re such a good little whore for me, y/n.” He nipped at your ear. Both hands found your hips now, unable to contain himself any longer.

Part of him wanted to hold you down and breed you into the bed like a feral beast. But he was a man of his word, and would be content with thigh fucking you for the moment.

Legs still tingling from your recent release you gasped out breathily as he began to rut against you. Your cheeks became a deep crimson.

He fucked his cock into your clenched thighs, huffing out into your shoulder as he did so.

“God you’re good!” Heisenberg exclaimed before biting into your shoulder. Not enough to break the skin, but as he sucked the spot it turned into a purple blotch under his tongue.

You mewled out as he trailed more marks up your neck. You noted how his hips started to meet yours sloppily, his cock squelching in the release from your orgasm.

“F-Fuck y/n, I’m gonna come!” Heisenberg’s gave a few more savage thrusts before slotting as much as he could between you, his glistening cockhead peaking through the far side.

You looked down in time to see him come undone, cock jolting as he roared into your shoulder.

He spurted out across the bedsheets, thick ropes of come, before coating your thighs in the hot substance.

His breath came out raggedly into your wet skin, your bodies Damn near stuck together with sweat.

Unsure what to do you stayed still, letting him regain himself as his cock throbbed out everything it was worth still in your thighs.

Eventually Heisenberg found his voice again, chuckling as he pulled his cock free, “See, buttercup? I told you we could still have fun.”

You rolled over to look at him. His face was flushed and hair a sweaty mess. But his pale eyes sparked with life, the night seeming to fill him with renewed energy.

He gave you a big toothy grin.

Your own lips pulled up into a sweet smile before he scooped you up against his chest.

“Don’t think you’ll be able to get away with scurrying around the edges anymore. I got a taste for you now!” He bared his teeth in an almost playful manner.

Your cheeks reddened further, knowing the factory life would be much less quiet from now on.

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Headcanon Time!

Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh I’m writing for Naruto again!

Kisame Headcanons

NSFW under the cut so Imma need the minors to not go under there. Thnks. 

Very polite, mhm. 

This is kind of canonical, but I just wanna emphasize how polite Mr. Hoshigaki is. He will kick your ass in training and then tell you to have a good day and genuinely mean it. 

He’s also just not very judgmental, which is probably due to how he was raised. 

I headcanon that Kisame had a very country, almost hilly-billy like family. In canon, there are no Hoshigaki names on memorials in his village; they’ve been expunged. I don’t know why but that’s some Hatfield-McCoy type shit. The Hoshigakis were menaces to society for no particular reason, and Kisame just had to go with the family.

After seeing what he’s seen, yeah Kisame is not judging you at all. 

Talks to Samehada and knows its responses like the back of his hand.

I think the bond to Samehada and its user works similarly to Venom and Eddie Brock. 

That shit is a symbiote and you cannot change my mind. 

A FULLY SENTIENT SWORD?? THAT HAS FOOD TASTE PREFERENCES??? yeaaaaahhh your honor, that’s a symbiote. 

Sometimes, who Kisame trains with is dependent on what chakra Samehada has a taste for that day. Kisame definitely soils her. Talks to her like a dog when no one is looking. 

Itachi has seen it. He says nothing, but he think it’s cute. 

Because of the bond between him and Samehada, I think Kisame can kind of taste chakra, too. He’s been bonded to the sword so many times that he has some of its powers even when not formally bonded together.

Kisame can swim, but he can’t fish.

 It makes no sense, but Kisame is terrible at fishing. He isn’t all that patient, and sedentary activities like that don’t strike his fancy all that much. 

Itachi is convinced that sometimes Kisame scares the fish away on purpose. 

As for swimming, Kisame, of course, is a strong swimmer, but did you know that wasn’t always the case? 

Kisame couldn’t swim all that well until he hit the ninja academy. I definitely think his family just chucked him into the water, and poor baby was pretty sure he was drowning until he remembered his gills. 

I think the “fussy, nervous kid growing up into a laid-back adult” trope is just funny, and it fits Kisame in my mind. 

Instigatorrrrrrrr. 

Again, pretty canonical, but one of Kisame’s favorite hobbies is starting shit. 

The rest of the Akatsuki is sooooo used to hearing him pipe up,” You just gonna take that?” during an argument. 

Itachi tries to get him to stop with one of his patented “Uchiha glares” but pouring fuel on a fire is too good for Kisame sometimes. 

Besides, he doesn’t do it often. More of just messing around. The Akatsuki is really the first place Kisame has been more comfortable of being himself and not just a weapon or tool, so his personality really has a tendency to chime through when he finds something funny amongst the members. 

In addition to this, Kisame also is very physical in a big-brother way. Very much will give Deidara a noogie. Is also the king of the shoulder-bump thing guys do when they pass you. Kisame is your annoying frat-brother confirmed. 

To go with the above, Kisame has not had many friends.

He didn’t allow himself to have friends. Thought they were liabilities. 

As such, even though Kisame will consider you a friend in his mind, he will be very independent. 

This is because he still struggles with the “shinobi have no friends” mentality, and because he doesn’t want his friends to think he can’t handle himself. 

To Kisame, if he isn’t firing at 500%, he isn’t good enough and other people will think that as well. 

Pls tell him he’s good. 

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 NSFW Kisame Headcanons

Get into it, yuh

Firm believer in “attitude adjustments”. 

Like, if there’s something seriously wrong, of course he’s not gonna be one of those guys that just pop it out unprompted. However. 

You feeling bad, babe? Shooot, let your man fix it. Hidan pissed you off? Yeah, let him make it all better. That movie made you sad? Sit on his lap and tell him alllll about it.

Let. Him. Pin. You. Down.

Kisame has such a huge thing for immobilizing his partner. Not even in a bondage way, but definitely with his body. Gets him hot for sure. 

It also makes him feel all mushy that you trust him enough to let him have that control. Think about it. You trust him, a missing-nin, a mercenary, and whatever else people call him. Despite everything he’s done and everything he’s been through, you still trust him and love him. Makes Kisame love you more each time.

Adventurous in bed. 

The Kama Sutra is a checklist for Kisame. No, I will not accept criticism, and no, I will not take it back. 

Every time, it’s kind of interesting to see what positions Kisame will think of next. 

He can’t help it! He loves every part of you, so of course he wants to see and touch and taste everything. One minute, you’re face to face and the next minute, he’s slinging you into a different  position. Just how it is babes. 

He will look out to not stress or stretch your body in any ways you can’t take, especially if you’re not a shinobi. 

Kisame has a thing for being used by his partner.

Now let me explain. To put it lightly, sit on his face. Use him as a dildo every once in a while. Take what you want from him, pls. 

Kisame just wants you to be completely satisfied by him. Using his body to get off like that is just *static noises*. Please just top him once in a while, I promise he will love it. 

So sweet after.

Kisame is not stupid. He knows his stamina is crazy, and he knows he’s rough.

Gives the best massages! Let him work out those knots he’s put into your back.

Likes to cuddle. He’s touch-starved and the first time you curled up to him, it freaked him the hell out. After that though? If you don’t cuddle up to him post-coitus, he’s going to assume something’s wrong unless you tell him otherwise.  

He also likes little forehead kisses and kisses on his shoulders. Don’t tell the guys, he has a reputation to keep.

[bibbykins]

Vulnerable in The Dead of Night (M)

I wrote this QUICK, so if it’s bad, I’m so sorry, but I just wanted to get this out ASAP, so I hope you like it! Also, pls feel free to give me your thoughts or ask any questions, I love to answer them!

NOTE: This is part of The Household’s Bunny series, which I recommend you read before this bc otherwise, it may not make sense.

Summary: Taehyung finds himself consumed with self-loathing and crushing loneliness. You find Taehyung standing alone in the kitchen late at night, happy to see him again for the first time in weeks. The usually playful and flirty man is left with his feelings when faced with you in the dead of night.

Genre: Soft Yandere! Taehyung x Chubby! Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere tendencies, obsessive/possessive thoughts, crying, loneliness, self-loathing, abandonment issue, adopted person feeling unworthy of love, kissing, hickeys, cunnilingus, precum, blowjob, swallowing, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, this is a yandere fic so unhealthy relationships are throughout this series

Taehyung felt like he was losing his mind, and maybe he was. What could he be doing wrong? How can you not know how he feels? How can Jimin get his point across better than him? 

Do you not like him?

His pacing in the kitchen ceased at this thought. 

No.

Surely, no. You liked him, right? You told him you did.

Although, that was before he and Namjoon had basically disappeared from your life these last two weeks. Is he that replaceable? 

The nagging insecurity of his childhood crept up. Flashes of tears, isolation, and craving for love tugged at his mind. He shook his head. He wasn't a 6 year old watching his father leave him. He wasn't a 14 year old in a foster home. He just wasn't that 17 year old in a new home, trying to adapt. That wasn't him anymore. Taehyung was loved now, by many. So why not by you? 

He blew out a shaky breath before finishing his glass of room temperature water. He was still dressed in his suit, having just gotten home from the final session of the blasted weeks-long project that kept him from you. His tie was more suffocating than ever but could not find a reason he deserved to undo it.

Too enraptured in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the soft pad of slippers downstairs or the tiny pants of regaining your breath from the nine flights you just went down in the dead of night, "Tae?" Your breathy voice sliced through the chaos in his mind and he let out a breathy chuckle, thinking he was going insane, hallucinating your voice.

Truly, he felt useless. He felt sub-human. He felt every piece of shit adult who turned his back on him must be justified if this was the best he could do. If a smokescreen of lovability with no love was his peak. If being alone with only hallucinations was the closest he could get to companionship-

He nearly choked on his water when he felt arms wrap tightly around his midsection, "Tae, you're home!" Your voice cleared the cloud of self-loathing and he looked down to see your half manicured nails, most of the polish chipped off. He slowly placed his hands on yours and was relieved to find you weren't a hallucination, "I missed you." He could feel your mouth moving against his suit jacket as you squeezed him a bit harder.

He let his eyes close as he relished in the feeling of you nuzzling into him, missing him. 

Worried when he said nothing, you moved to detach yourself but he held your hands firmly, "Tae?" You questioned only for him to hum lightly.

"I missed you so much, little lamb." His voice was soft, the softest you'd ever heard it as his thumb stroked your palm, "I didn't know you missed me." His voice held a fondness you had never heard from him before. Usually, his tone was light and playful but now, he was almost melancholic.

Did he genuinely feel that way? The panic of one of the men you found yourself falling for each day thinking you didn't like him as much as you did take over and you moved for you both to face each other. Tae merely blinked before you were in front of him, hands holding his face, not searching in his eyes but looking to express something with yours, "Of course I missed you." You pouted, "You all mean the world to me." 

He searched for any sign of a lie. He'd seen it time and time again from people in the entertainment industry, but with you, it was nothing but pure honesty, "Little lamb." He commanded your attention even though he already had it as you let your hands settle on each of his shoulders, "You mean that?" 

"I would never lie to you." You didn't miss a beat before looking at him further, realizing he is not acting like he usually does, "Are you okay?" You asked lightly, eyes traveling over his form, hands working to undo his tie as you've done before when he asked you to help him, "Oh gosh, that must feel so suffocating this late at night." You mumbled and undid two of his top buttons. He grabbed your hands as you worked at the second button, making you look up.

"Do you wanna know how I feel, baby?" He asked, eyes a little darker now as he drank in your form, wearing a mere long shirt that reached the middle of your thighs with no shorts in sight. You nodded and his grip on you tightened but wasn't painful, "Jealous." He rasped and you looked up, confused, "Jealous that you don't cum for me or crave me like you do everyone else." His voice was strained despite neglecting Namjoon's own lack of experience with you.

You blinked, "I mean if you want sex, that's okay." He let go of your hands, one of his hands moving to grip your hip as the other cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, "But you know that sex is just that, I mean, I like closeness and it makes me feel good, so I do it. But I also know that being sexually attracted to me doesn't mean you want me as your partner- oh!" He cut you off by pressing you roughly against the wall, his hand now cradling the back of your head to prevent you from getting hurt.

His gaze burned into you and you averted your eyes but the hand behind your head went to grip your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own, and what a fierce gaze it was, "Who made you think that?" He snapped and continued when you struggled to respond, "Who convinced you that you're not just as worthy of pleasure as you are intimacy? Love? Companionship?" 

You were dumbstruck. Part of you wanted to ask how long he had because you had a list. You remembered every person who made you feel that way whereas they surely forgot you moments after you either did or didn't succumb to their desires. Instead, your eyes began to water, "Why are you…?" You forced out, blinking back your tears, "I don't...I don't understand." You shook your head.

"I don't want to fuck you so bad just because you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Your breath hitched and your mind couldn't properly process his words, "I crave you." He breathed, leaning down, "I've been agonizing over how to come to terms with the fact that I feel so fucking strongly for someone who has no obligation to feel the same." Before you could even respond, he placed his mouth on yours in a bruising kiss.

You responded immediately, trying your best to convey your feelings in this sloppy kiss, tongues intertwined as you needily moaned when his hand wrapped your leg around him, but he didn't grind into you, he just pulled your closer. The kissing lessened in urgency and increased in passion as he gripped you with a near bruising force, "Tae…" You groaned into his mouth and found yourself nearly crying. You held him closer and he squeezed you to him.

"Yes, baby?" He moved to kiss lightly at the corner of your mouth, mouth moving to. kiss at your tears. He didn't need to ask you why you were crying. He knew. He felt it too. He felt the relief that came with being held close, being kissed, and is wanted as much as another wants you.

"Do you mean it?" You asked, crying more now, "You…"

"I feel so strongly for you." He affirmed and you shook your head, having a hard time believing him, "And that's so frightening because you could just leave and I..." He breathed shakily, head tucked into your neck, "I don't know how everyone else is holding it together when I know they feel the same-"

"I do too." You had to say it before you wouldn't, "All of you, I do." You sniffled, "But I can't find a reason why you guys would feel anything for me too." Your voice was breaking and he just crushed you to him further, "And I don't know if they feel that way, and-" You cried further, "I-I need to go to bed, I need to-" You tried to pull away from his crushing embrace to no avail. 

You whined a bit at this. Your mind was scattered, and you didn't know what to do. There was so much going on yet nothing going on at all. You received a confession and so did he and yet, everything felt so complicated. The doubt of anyone wanting to be with you strangled your very being and made you want to stay in your room and never think about it again. Live alone in mediocrity and loneliness.

"Promise me you're not scared." His words were demanding but his tone was pleading, "I...I know it's a lot and I know I never act like this, but just, don't avoid it, don't avoid me." He sniffled and you relaxed, "The fact of the matter is, we feel the same about each other, the rest will come in time." He was regaining his composure and slowly you began to calm down. He was right. It was just you and him. Everyone else is at bay, they will get their time. You don't have to wake everyone up to know their feelings. You have time, "I know Jimin said his piece to you too, and we're not going anywhere, so please, don't go." His voice was stable again as he tucked in the scared and lonely little boy that haunts him sometimes and set his mind straight.

You nodded against him, honest and understanding of his words. You were nervous, sure, but only time would tell. If you run, you break your heart. But if you stay, you could either get your heart broken or get everything you want. It's a risk that you don't know how to calculate, but it's a risk you're willing to take. Maybe Taehyung is right and everyone feels the same about you in a way you could only dream. Just maybe.

He lets you go and you look at him, flawless as ever. His face was minorly red, tears minuscule and long gone by now, "We should go to bed." You murmured as Taehyung reached up to wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks and he nodded. 

He held your hand as he pressed the elevator button, lightly scolding you for taking nine flights of stairs in slippers with no traction, "Wow, you tell me you tell me you like me and now I'm getting chewed out." You giggled, the feeling of someone fussing over your safety was quite refreshing.

He looked at you incredulously, "If you fell or hurt yourself, all hell would break loose." He chided and you hummed.

You broke out into a goofy smile, "You like me." You giggled and the man next to you gave you a side-eyed glare before giving up on containing his own smile.

"Yeah well," He paused for a moment, smiling to himself, "You like me back." He chuckled and you felt your face heat up. 

He squeezed your hand and you watched the floors tick up to your own, "Tae?"

"Yes?" He asked, noticing your voice got quieter, more unsure. 

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow or do you want to stay with me tonight?" You forced out, nervous he would say no. 

Little did you see, he broke out into a cheerful smile and thanked his lucky stars before responding coolly, "I'd be honored to stay with you tonight." 

The elevator dinged just in time and you held his hand all the way to your bedroom before finally standing to face him. You studied his face for the nth time tonight. He was still beautiful each time and the moonlight only further deified his beauty further, "You're all so beautiful." You mused, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"And all yours." He breathed.

You scoffed, "Sounds impossible." 

"Start believing, my darling." His voice was as smooth and deep as ever and you looked into his eyes and found an emotion you'd never seen before. 

Maybe you could do this. Maybe Taehyung was right and all 7 of them felt the same. Maybe you were deserving of sex and love.

And quite possibly it was your own resignation of maybe of the whole situation that made you reach up and push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. Confused, he still shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall to the floor. You reached up and began undoing the third button on his shirt. With more of his chest exposed you reached your hands up and feel the exposed skin of his chest softly, "Baby, what are you- fuck!" You cut him off, leaning up to suck onto his neck harshly before licking the spot. Your breath hit his neck, "You have got to be careful or I may not be able to control myself." You merely smiled before licking a stripe along the column of his throat and you could feel the vibration of his groan against your tongue before kissing along his jaw, "I don't want you to think I just confessed to you so I could come up here and-" He cut himself off with a strangled growl as you shifted your leg up for your thigh to brush against his erection.

"I like how cumming feels knowing you're still going to like me the next day." You spoke honestly and Taehyung wanted to find every person who didn't make you feel that way, "Unless you don't want to do anything, which is fine." You nuzzled into his neck, "I just, want to be close to you in more ways than one." 

He pulled back to look at you properly and found no doubt in your eyes. With Jimin, sexual acts had been a show of emotions. Now that you thought about it, even what happened with Yoongi and Jin felt like something different than what you were used to. In each sexual encounter, there was a level of care, making it feel so alien. Even with Jungkook and Hoseok, there was something there that you didn't know, intimacy. And yet, it felt so good.

Nevertheless, he asked, "Are you sure?" You nodded and he smiled, head dipping down to kiss you deeply. You continued your work on the buttons of his shirt while your tongues felt each other. Your hands went to his belt, undoing the Italian leather before you pulled away from his mouth and began kissing down his neck and his hands intertwined with your hair, "Baby, you don't have to make me cum." He breathed and you sucked at his neck to protest.

"I want to feel you in my mouth." You whined, hand reaching into the pants you unbuttoned to grip his dick over his briefs, "Please?" 

He nodded, eyes heavy, unsure how he could ever say no to you in the first place, "On the bed though, I don’t want you to hurt your knees." His voice was soft and you giggled at his wholesome request but nodded anyway.

You sat on the bed as he rid himself of his mostly taken-off clothing. You both tangled into each other as he kissed while he laid over you on your bed. You lightly pushed him to flip over so you were on top of him, legs straddling his hips. His hands glided over your thighs, squishing the skin gleefully as you continued peppering kissing down his chest, pressing your core into his bare erection, making you let out a needy moan, “You’re so hard.” You whispered, mouth sliding down his body.

Before you knew it, you reached his dick and of course, it was pretty. You wrapped your hands around the base and he sucked in a breath through his teeth before you licked at the precum at the tip before taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and he let out the most delicious grunt,” So good to me, my little lamb.” He praised you in a gravelly voice and you felt yourself get wetter as his hands curled into your hair, “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him further. The dark room was filled with sounds of you drooling all over his erection as he praised you and was very vocal with his pleasure. The praise made you moan against his dick in delight, “My little lamb likes to be praised, huh?” He cooed, voice strained and breath heavy as you nodded, never letting his length escape your lips, “So perfect for me, aren’t you?” You hummed in delight as he threw his head back, fingers tensing in your hair as he did his best to not pull it or push your head down. However, determined to please, you guided his hand to push you further, nodding to let him know it was okay. He was gentle as he guided your head, his other hand intertwining with yours as a sweet gesture. You bobbed rhythmically and you could hear his noises becoming less and less controlled, “Fuck, I’m getting close.” He warned and you responded with a strong suck that made his hips lift off the bed, “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked urgently and you answered by looking up at him through your lashes with a look way too innocent for someone about to drink down his cum. It was that look that sent him over the edge and you felt him cum in your mouth. You drank him dry before letting his dick go with a resounding pop.

“Did I do well?” You asked and, his hand still in your hair, pulled you to him as he nodded before planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Perfect, baby, perfect.” He was breathless but still intent on kissing you deeply as he sat up, hands going to your thighs to grip the hem of your shirt, “Can I taste you, little lamb?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You whined as he kissed your throat, going over the hickeys you had from the other me in the house, all of them mostly faded except for the one Jimin gave you. He lifted the shirt, only detaching from marking you to strip you of your clothing. He laid you down as he slipped your panties off, groaning at how you were glistening.

“You this wet for me, sweetheart?” He spoke huskily and you hummed desperately as his finger slid from your clit to your drenched hole slowly, “I really wanted to go slow, but fuck,” His finger slid in with little resistance much to his delight, “You’re just so ready for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, panting as his finger fucked slowly into you and he raised a brow, expecting you to be verbal.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready Sir, please.” You gasped out, fighting the urge to wiggle your hips as you confirmed with the honorific you trusted him enough to give yourself fully.

“Just because you’ve been so sweet to me,” He leaned down, breath fanning over your drenched core, “I won’t make you beg this time.” He kissed your clit, making you twitch before his tongue licked a stripe from your clenching hole to your clit, making you gasp, “You taste so fucking good, no wonder Jin and Yoongi were so smug for days.” He rasped and felt you clench around him further, “Oh?” He chuckled darkly as his tongue flicked your clit, “You like when I talk about the others? You wish they were here watching you squirm around my finger?” You writhed in delight as he slid another finger in, “You wish they were here helping me get you off so pretty, holding you down so you’ll be still like a good girl?” He teased you and it only soaked his fingers and tongue further as he slurped you intently. Taehyung had been waiting what felt like his whole life to have you come apart in his clutch and feel your sweet cum on his tongue.

He tasted you intently, fucking into you a little quicker as he let you squirm around him. He would be lenient and kind this time around, because of both of your desperations and tearful confessions. There was so much to feel and so much to taste, and he just wanted to have you crumble in his clutch. You were well on your way to be his, theirs, and he would be yours in return. He wanted to channel his hunger for you as he moaned into your pussy. You were already getting off by making him cum and now, you were unsure how long you would last if he kept flexing his tongue and running it over your clit as he curled his fingers in your cunt, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that made your back arch off the bed.

He murmured dirty and sweet nothings into your pussy as you clutched the sheets with a death grip, doing your best to not push his head into your core. You wanted him to have total control over your body and pleasure in this moment, “You’re getting close.” He cooed teasingly and you nodded, spurring him to take his fingers out.

You cried out as he chuckled, sucking your juices from the two fingers, “Please, I wanna cum, please, please!” You whimpered, pushing your hips up as he let his fingers go from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re so fucking cute.” He groaned, hands pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed, “I’ll make you cum, baby, don’t worry.” He kissed at your clit, eliciting a desperate cry, “You just have to be really good for me and cum while I fuck you with my tongue.” He licked at your hole as you nodded eagerly, “Can you be good for me and do that?” His voice was dripping with lust.

“Yes, Sir, I can, I will, please!” You babbled, having been so close to cumming just moments ago.

You calling him Sir made his teasing nature disappear as he slid his tongue into you with a groan on his end and with you nearly screaming as he fucked into you. He moved inside of you as your walls fluttered, slowly clenching more and more as you could feel your high coming. It was when his hand went to rub quick circles onto your clit that you came with a strangled moan.

His tongue fucked you through your high and he only pulled away when your back settled back onto the bed and you were trying to catch your breath. He kissed your stomach before going to put on his briefs as he slid your panties back on. He hovered over you, placing a quick kiss on your mouth as you wrapped your arms around him, humming in bliss, “You’re such a good girl.” You keened at his praise as he placed a kiss on your cheek before rolling over to pull you in his arms, holding you tight.

“Now you get to be smug.”You giggled tiredly, eyes closing as you listened to his heartbeat.  

He chuckled, equally tired as he kissed the crown of your head, “I already am.” He mused, “Goodnight, little lamb.” His voice was soft and sweet as you could only muster another blissful hum.

Now, you were starting to understand what was so different about all of your sexual, or near-sexual, interactions with almost everyone. It was the emotion in it. 

You’ve had people say they liked you, get what they want, and then never see you again. However, the guys, barring Tae and Jimin, hadn’t said they liked you, but they tried to communicate it. They held you close, they stayed to cuddle with you after. There was care in the way they touched your body and it was liberating. It was frightening, the idea of getting used to something that could just go away one day, but nevertheless, you let your consciousness fade, knowing he would be there tomorrow morning.

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