#THIS IS NOT A DRILL ITS TIME TO SWOON

[constantly0lost]

Okay I haven't written in literal months, but i was inspired by the little blurb about otter harvey at the bottom of @sashiavi 's goat Harvey post, so enjoy a ramble. Alot of my sleep tired brain escaped into this, sorry for how sloppy this is, i just wanted to vocalize my thoughts or my head would have exploded. I would carry 19 of Harvey's children if asked, peace.

CW: bit of a breeding kink, i reimagined/softened the mannerisms of otters during sex cause MAN, male otters SUCK, other otter things (harveys hydrophobic hair), lactation kink, me being a simp for this man, UHHh, shitty writing :)

Otter Harvey who gives you special things that made him think of you. From rocks to acorns to mushrooms to flowers to leave and so on, and being so blushy when he gives them to you, because its just acorns but it means so much to him. And he swoons when he finds out you kept them all.

Otter Harvey who holds your hand while y'all sleep, even though you're as close as two people can physically be without fusing together. He knows logically that you can't go anywhere, and even if you did, you'd be right back in his arms, but it feels so nice to have his hand on yours.

Otter harvey who eats sea urchins in secret, not because of someone finding out he eats them, but because he has to yank one out of Vincents mouth after he saw Harvey eating them, and he didn't want to cause anyone any extra undue stress.

Otter Harvey who has to take showers with slightly more intense temperatures so that he can actually wash his hair, otherwise it rolls right off of his hair. The only time he won't is when you take a shower with him, because he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable because of him, and even then, after you get out he'll change the temperature so he can actually get clean.

Otter Harvey who, if you end up having kids, is the best fucking dad. He teaches them literally anything and everything, and sits at the table responding to their toddler gibberish with full blown sentences. He takes them to school, plays anything they want, and is a total pushover sap for them, no matter what happens. (He is also 110% a girl dad)

Otter Harvey who bites higher up on you than he probably should, but he can't help it when you make him feel such mind numbing pleasure. So now you have hickeys on your cheeks, lovebites around your nose and mouth, along with all the marks he leaves along your body.

Otter Harvey who has such a rampant breeding kink that on "bad" days, he'd fuck you over and over until he's so drained he's lightheaded and overwhelmed, and he feels guilty for fucking you like that, even though he's still inside of your puffy cunt.

Otter Harvey who can't help but moan and whimper as he fucks into you, digging his nails into your hips as your pussy seems to suck him deeper, your walls clenching around him in a downright mean way as he bites and sucks anywhere he can get his mouth to.

Otter Harvey who often and loudly verbalizes how he wants to stuff you full right as he's about to cum, drilling the head of his cock harder into your spongy walls.

Otter Harvey who, when he gets jealous, will hold you down by your neck, or might even just hold you down by your hair, as he drills into you, harder than he normally would dare. His mouth turns downright filthy, spewing the nastiest words you'll ever hear in your life, as he hefts your leg over his shoulder.

Otter Harvey who can, will, and has spent hours buried with his face between your legs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes in search of your approval. He wants you to pull on his hair to guide him, wants you to pull until his scalp burns.

Otter Harvey who whines so damn pretty when you ride him, his cock kicking on your hand as he eyes roll back, his nails digging into your thighs. He mumbles whispered gibberish, which could almost be pleas, but are too garbled to fully make out.

Otter Harvey who will suck on your tits until you produce a few beads of milk, which he gratefully laps up and swallows like it's heaven on earth. Of course afterwards he gets anxious, wanting to make sure it's not galactorrhea, and wanting to make sure you're healthy.

Otter Harvey who would bend over backwards to make sure your happy, who would wait on your hand and foot so that you feel properly appreciated. He loves you, and knowing you love him back is all he needs.

FUCKING OTTER HARVEY IM GONNA RIDE HIM IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[venus-haze]

Rip This Place Apart (Driller Killer x Reader)

Summary: He’s gonna rock your world, baby!

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is based on an anonymous request. I wrote this while I was dealing with a bout of insomnia, ironically. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Descriptions of blood and gore. Sexually explicit content. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

A man kept appearing in your dreams, and he wouldn’t go away. Leather-clad and oozing obnoxious amounts of sex appeal, he was the opposite of a problem, until your dreams started feeling a little too real. Maybe it was your subconscious’ way of telling you to get laid, but every time you had some kind of interest in a man, he clouded your mind until you either made a fool of yourself or retreated.

That night was going to be different, though. You and your friend Marcie had spotted a flyer for a funky looking local band called Shriek and the Spyders, a group of self-professed psychobilly hooligans who were known for their wild shows and over-the-top onstage antics. A bartender who’d overheard you and Marcie discussing the show the day before advised, “Wear something you won’t mind getting stained.” Your interest piqued, and you figured a skimpy black top and similarly black skirt would do.

The Crypt was a hole-in-the-wall joint that certainly lived up to its name. You could hardly see inside, save for a few red overhead lights, because of course they were red. The light fog that swathed the room was either from an effects machine or so many people chain smoking. When you approached the bar, you scanned the cocktail menu, all named after and inspired by classic monsters. You ordered a Frankenstein-themed drink, wondering if it were possible for a place to be too campy.

“C’mon, let’s try to get closer to the stage before they go on,” Marcie said once you both got your drinks.

About fifteen minutes later, the band strutted onstage, an abundance of leather and pompadours. Almost like—no, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him. Not bothering with introductions, Shriek and the Spyders went right into an upbeat song that made the raucous crowd go wild. They didn’t let up, sweat dripping down Shriek’s face as he ran back and forth across the stage, microphone in hand.

In the middle of their third song, a spray of fake blood rained over the crowd, leading to cheers and screams nearly drowning out the music. Some of the effects looked a little too realistic for your comfort. The bass player’s “eye” popped out at one point, and the lead guitarist’s face seemed to literally melt during a solo a few songs later. 

You and Marcie had been dancing along to the whole set, your drinks long since discarded, half spilled on each other as other concert-goers bumped into you. It was the most fun you’d had in a long time, but you couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding that settled in your gut no matter how much you tried to focus on the show.

In the middle of another song, Shriek broke into a howl as a giant drill emerged through his chest, spraying the crowd with blood again. Except, this time you weren’t so sure it was fake. No one else seemed to care. The carnage only electrified the people around you as they roared and cheered when Shriek collapsed near the microphone stand, his guts hanging off the stage. The floor beneath you shook at the crowd’s riotous stomping and jumping at the scene they’d just witnessed. When you looked up at the stage, you were horrified to see him. Gore hung from the end of his drill-tipped guitar, splattering the crowd as he revved it, keeping eye contact with you and grinning slyly at your disbelief. 

He leaned into the mic, the corners of his lips curling into a cat-like grin as he announced with a swoon-worthy croon, “This is dedicated to the one I love.”

Then he pointed right at you.

The energy in the room shifted to a tangible malignancy, or maybe it was your own panic as you tried to push and shove your way out of the crowd. Instead, you only found yourself being forced closer to the stage, his romance-laced innuendos and skillful guitar strumming overwhelmed your senses and made your skin crawl. It felt like the whole crowd was in on his scheme to get you.

With each song you were shoved closer, and closer, until for the first time since he manifested in your dreams, you were able to reach out and touch him.

Was he even real?

You were dizzy by the time the show ended, hardly able to protest when you were manhandled and told something about wanting to be seen backstage.

“I want details!” Marcie shouted, oblivious to your plight as the rent-a-cop shuffled you away from her. 

Backstage was a stretch. More like a narrow hallway with a utility closet and a small, graffiti-covered room that had been requisitioned by the bands. The door to the makeshift dressing room slammed behind you when you stumbled inside. He was waiting there for you, sitting on a grungy looking red velvet couch, his leather-clad legs spread wide open. His jacket was discarded in the corner of the room, revealing the sheen of sweat and blood that coated his body.

Your eyes drifted to his drill, large and intimidating, with a red tip that looked angry against its large shaft. You could’ve sworn you saw it twitch a bit, and recoiled at the thought of it penetrating you. 

With a click of his tongue, he drew your attention back to him. Raising his hand, he beckoned you over to him with a curl of his index and middle fingers. You felt a jolt rush through your core at the motion. Almost involuntarily, you approached until the points of your kitten heels touched the tips of his steel-toed boots.

“How’d you like the show, baby?” he asked.

“It was…a lot.”

“It was all for you.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, blatantly ogling the bulge straining against his tight pants.

He grinned, thrusting up toward your face. “Could use a little help, sugar,” he crooned, eyes dangerous as he palmed his crotch. “Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.”

You let out a shaky breath in response, and proceeded to sit on his lap. He threw his head back, groaning at the sensation of your weight on him. Tangling your fingers in his slicked black hair, you pressed yourself closer to him, kissing his neck as you rolled your hips against his. You nipped at his throat when you felt his cock twitch against your pussy.

“Goddamn, baby,” he moaned. “Gimme more of that.”

Rolling your hips again, you let out a soft whimper at the friction from his pants on your clit. It was as if a switch flipped inside you, desperation flooding your senses as you chased your pleasure, grinding against him, almost embarrassed at the sounds your wet pussy was making as it rubbed against his hard cock. 

Your breathing shallowed, muscles ached as you rutted against him, feeling yourself getting closer to orgasm. For a moment, it felt like he was only there for you to use, to get off with like some living, leather-wrapped sex toy. Maybe he was. You weren’t thinking clearly enough to question it.

“Wanna go all the way with you, baby,” he forced out. “Wanna make you mine.”

You moaned at that. “Yours.”

You swiftly shifted so you could pull off your panties, tossing them aside on the couch. He undid his pants, his leaking cock springing free from its leather confines. Your pussy involuntarily clenched at the size of him, and your eyes frantically met his smug face. 

He reached between you, his fingers stroking your sensitive pussy. “Cat got your tongue?”

You kissed him again, more teeth and tongue than before as you lifted your hips, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock and whimpering into his mouth at how it stretched you mercilessly. You caught his bottom lip in your teeth, biting down a little too hard and drawing blood, but he took it in stride, licking it from his lips.

He sung your praises, his hands firmly on your hips as he guided you, your pussy taking all of him. His five o’clock shadow scratched at your sensitive skin as he pressed kisses to your neck and shoulders. 

“Fuck!” you cried out as you bounced on his dick, your cervix pounded by his length. Your vision blurred with tears, thighs burning as you kept riding him. So close. “I—I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, sugar. Come for me.”

Your orgasm rolled through you, rocking your hips against his as you held onto his shoulders to steady yourself. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, and you could feel his hot cum fill you as your body milked his seed from him. He was vocal when he came, your name practically echoing throughout the room in a perverse melody.

Riding out your orgasm, you shuddered against him, feeling his soft, spent cock still buried inside you. 

“That was…are you real?” you asked breathlessly.

“In dreams you’re mine, all the time,” he answered cryptically, kissing you with a disarming tenderness.

[luckycharms1701]

the perfect date with the boy in orange 👀

how do you think he'd plan it out..?

not me swooning over here thinking about this. time for some dumbass (affectionate)

doing bayverse because i've already done a couple of dates with rise mikey, the loml needs some attention too

Mikey jumps into the weight room and sighs. Heavily. He paces a bit, then sighs again. He positions himself so that Raph can see him out of the corner of his eye where he’s using the punching bag. He sighs again, then throws his hands up when he still doesn’t get a response. “Raphhhhh….” he whines, causing his brother to grunt in irritation.

“What is it Mikey?”

“I need your help!” Raph rolls his eyes.

“With what Mikey?”

“Planning my date with my angel!”

That makes Raph pause. He grabs the bag to stop it from swinging into him as he looks at Mikey incredulously. “You asked them on a date without planning it out first?? And you’re coming to me??”

Mikey blinks at him. “Yeah, of course.”

Raph looks down at the punching bag and gives it one last strong punch before releasing it and moving to his reflex bag. He starts aggressively punching it, jumping around to avoid its recoil. Mikey is about to give up and go sulk in a corner when Raph speaks up. “Don’t they like ballroom dancing or whatever? What if you took them dancing?”

Mikey’s eyes widen and he points at his brother. “Yes! They love ballroom dancing! I can take them dancing!” His excitement almost immediately dims though, and he puts his head in his hands as another thought occurs to him. “Awww, but I can’t dance!”

Raph is silent for another minute. Mikey starts to pace while muttering to himself. “Ain’t that shit just footwork? You should be fine if you work on your footwork,” Raph finally offers.

Mikey whirls around and points at Raph again. “Yes!” He runs off without another word, yelling Leo’s name.

Leo is confused but happy to see Mikey taking his training so seriously. He drills Mikey on footwork for several days. By the day of the date, Mikey has never been smoother on his feet.

~~~

Mikey watches nervously as you emerge onto the roof of your apartment building. He sees your eyes soften as you take in the candles along the edge of the roof and the rug he found to lay down as a makeshift dance floor. The elation he feels at knowing you like it so far almost makes him whoop, but he manages to suppress it in time. Be a gentleman! He repeats Leo’s words in his head as he approaches you.

He picks up your hand and lowers his head to kiss it, keeping his eyes on yours. “My lady,” he purrs, and is rewarded when your eyes widen and your breath catches. “May I have this dance?”

You visibly swallow, and he has to tamp down another whoop of joy. He is killing it today. “You may, good sir,” you reply a little breathlessly. Mikey grins at you and escorts you to the dance floor, hitting play on the boombox he has set up on a nearby air conditioning unit.

The classical tune he’d chosen weaves around the two of you as you assume the beginning position of a waltz. It is at this point that Mikey realizes two things.

Dances have steps.

He never learned the steps.

Mikey’s face must be reflecting his panic, because you pause and regard him for a moment before your lips twitch. “Forget something darling?” Your drawled question has Mikey’s face growing hot as he hangs his head in shame.

“Hey, hey, none of that now,” you release his hand so that you can lift his head. “How about I teach you the steps?” You smile encouragingly at him. “I would love to teach you so that we can dance together.”

Mikey’s embarrassment slowly eases as you lead him through how to do a basic box waltz. You are endlessly warm and patient, showing no signs of irritation at all. Mikey is grateful for the footwork training Leo gave him, it is coming in handy now.

By the time you need to leave, the two of you are able to do a shaky waltz around the roof. Mikey’s embarrassment is gone, replaced with happiness and awe at how amazing you are. He once again brings your hand to his lips. “Angel,” he purrs, then releases your hand to cup your cheek. “Thanks for your patience.” He looks down, still a little bashful about his ridiculous blunder.

You once again reach out and raise his head. This time you lean up and kiss him tenderly on the cheek. “Thank you for this date! It was perfect.” Mikey beams down at you as you smile up at him.

It’s at this moment that he knows you’re the one for him.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @morenovix218

[desafinado]

ooh if you’re taking requests I would love to ask for something kaveh related,, I love him and his recent appearances have me going feral

I was thinking maybe something with an artist s/o?? with his whole arts and romance thing I think it would be so cute 😭 sketching out his building ideas and such together..I just crave kaveh content tbh

✎, ੈ♡ kaveh with an artistic s/o

°｡⋆ kaveh x reader 

°｡⋆ artsy stuff, sickening fluff (yk the drill), love, beloved, dear

note: reader is described to be an appreciator of all art in general (visual arts and writing specifically)  just take what resonates lol, but yeah ^^ also ahh i wrote a song sorta similar to this concept before called “art museum” so i took inspo from that skjfsdf

if you think about it, everything you see has its own artistry, its own beauty; beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. among all the things and people, however, you found kaveh to be the most beautiful thing of them all.

his creations were just as beautiful, of course. you couldn’t help but adore the details, the aesthetics, the everything. he was clearly someone who created with his heart on his sleeve, and it was why you admired him so dearly.

and while you had this respectful and deep admiration for him, he would only praise you for giving him such inspiration in the first place, whether it be the art you create or the love you give him.

he’d watch in awe, seeing you create visuals that make him swoon, and write words that almost bring him to tears.

if he wasn’t dating you, he’d still definitely be your number one fan.

that being said, you are dating, so expect that you do the most nerdy art things together; going to art museums, painting and wine dates, simply sitting in the living room and reading each other poetry (or even making some).

“hmm, and you were there, a heavenly body, a star, whose presence i had been blessed with.” “k-kaveh! you don’t need to read every poem… haven’t you flustered me enough, today?” “i wasn’t reading that time, beloved.”

everything reminds you of each other; when you both get home, you spend the first 30 minutes telling each other of everything you saw today that reminded you of each other.

more so, when it’s art. you both could go on for hours.

“i saw a newly installed statue today, i think it was a representation of spring, blooming and such?” “hmm… sounds lovely, i’d love to see it and interpret it for myself.” “well, for me, it only ever reminded me of you.”

helping each other with your arts; i mean, art is a form of expression and you think kaveh brings out the best in you vice-versa.

he’ll ask for your opinion on sketches, how he can improve and get his feelings across better. he’ll often feign naivety and ask you to help him draw it, just so he can get you to hold him closer.

“dear… i truly haven’t a clue what you mean. could you maybe guide my hand and help me understand?”

you know what he’s doing, of course, but you’re not complaining. you’ll even tease him and whisper softly into his ear; he asked for it after all.

when you’re writing, painting, sketching or doing anything at all really, you can expect him to be watching. he’ll hum in agreement or gently speak some words of affirmation.

when he notices you being a bit stuck, a bit uninspired and frustrated, or simply overworked, he’ll be quick to coax you into bed to cuddle.

he knows how easily you might get into your head, overthinking your work, critiquing every small detail, so he’ll simply get you to stop thinking period.

he’ll stroke your head, caress your cheeks, and mindlessly draw circles on your neck, while reading you your favorite poetry.

if all else fails, he takes you out to see the sunset/sunrise (whichever is more convenient). underneath the dance of colors, the borders between day and night, he reminds you how beautiful the world is. without over complicating everything, the world simply creates all its wonders as they are.

he won’t let go of you until you get a well deserved night’s rest, and you can always expect to be right there when you wake up.

and you wake up to see that lazy smile of his, slightly squinted eyes and groggy morning voice; there’s a tenderness as he greets you a “good morning, beautiful.” and you know feel all your worries melt away.

you think he’s a being way beyond any piece of art, because he gives you reasons to face the next day, and have the courage to express yourself.

that and you can kiss him silly until you can only say each other’s names.

requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites.

[myechoecho]

My Dearest, ep 5

This show is so good.

Honestly, I felt such second hand embarrassment for Gil Chae when Jang Hyun was teasing her in front of everyone about calling him "my dear". But he looked really hurt when she said she thought he was Yeon Jun.

I did think it was slightly harsh of him to say he would stop teasing her when she grows up except I've thought she's been very immature at times so its probably fair. And she's pretty liberal with her insults to him, so again probably fair.

Yeon Jun cannot break fee from his upbringing and how it has be drilled into him to obey and serve. Even if that means his death (which he basically expects) and not seeing Eun Ae. Jang Hyun is older, more experienced and sees the fallacy in this. Yeon Jun is going to die for the king who will not protect the people. He's also going to choose the King over Eun Ae.

The fighting is fairly brutal but it shows once more that Jang Hyun is a very skilled swordsman and it makes me even more curious about his past.

Gil Chae staying with the wounded soldier, who looked very young, ultimately allowing him to think she's his mother shows real empathy from her

But OMG her look when she sees Jang Hyun at the makeshift hospital. She so happy and relived to see him back. And the way he looks at her too. Then she sees Yeon Jun and old habits die hard when she sees him injured. Jang Hyun is upset by this.

He's angry that she's there and then belittles the work she's done in helping the wounded, which has been difficult for her. What does it matter if she followed Eun Ae to help the soldiers? He's lashing out because of jealousy, fear and hurt.

I do love their argument here bu was wrong of her to try to blame him for Yeon Jun getting injured.

People really under estimate Eun Ae. She does understand Gil Chae more than she realizes. She knows that Gil Chae loves Yeon Jun, but also that it is not romantic (even Gil Chae has not realized this).

I love how she tends his wound and at the same time tries to get him to stay.

Gil Chae refuses his offer of "mulling' (his reputation comes to bite him). However, he waits at her door. Then stays there when he learns that she sleeps better when he is near

SWOON at him carrying her across the river. He left her for last because of his feelings. The way they look at each other and the way she tries to wipe sweat off his face.

The Torjan Horse tactic using dead bodies to hide' is brutal but effective. But the win is short lived as the source of supplies have been cut off.

I LOVED that Jang Hyun pointed out the hypocrisy of the kingdom looking down on the monks until they are necessary to fight. The eunuch has him pegged - Jang Hyun doesn't give a fuck about the king. He does care about the people and would fight to protect them.

He would fight to protect and save Gil Chae, because he swore by the moonlight he would find her. So the moon will always tie them. And I'm sorry because I know it's an epic romantic moment which made me a bit giddy, but at the same time what popped into my head was An American Tail and the song Somewhere Out There

[the-bar-sinister]

A Struggle Between Men (761 words) by thesavagesabretooth

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The captain of Lum's stormtroopers stood in front of its prince and bowed.

"You're looking to beg a favor," Mendou observed, glancing up at him.

Megane nodded deeply before he came up from the bow. "I'm that obvious."

"You are," Mendou agreed, smirking. "Go on and ask, then."

Megane wasn't sure why he was embarrassed– of course it would be obvious that he wanted to ask something if he began this way. Stil, he rubbed the back of his neck. He and Mendou were friends, even if Mendou's dignity and grace wouldn't let him state it outright. He shouldn't be this embarrassed to be a favor, even considering the distance in station between them.

"Well," he began, "You know I have an interest in military tactics and weapons."

Mendou nodded.

"But I think I've gotten as far as I can only learning from books, and I don't have any real space to train at my parents house."

Megane wasn't sure exactly what solution he expected Mendou to offer, if any. Use of the training grounds at the Mendou estate? A personal trainer?

Mendou smiled the dazzling smile that made all the girls in class swoon.

"Say no more," he said, holding up a hand. "Report to the Mendou estate after school, and I'll help you with your training. If that's to your liking."

Megane felt himself caught up short by the offer. He certainly hadn't expected it. On the one hand. Mendou was an exceptional martial artist and had been receiving military training since he was young. He'd be a great tutor. 

On the other hand, there was something faintly humiliating about being trained by his own classmate.

Still, he'd swallowed his pride enough to ask, hadn't he? And this had been this answer.

He pushed up his glasses, and nodded quietly.

--

The shocking clack-snap of wooden practice blades knocking together filled the air, along with the sound of the Mendou private army drilling in the distance. Megane had been training officially for a week now, and despite being pleased with how far he'd already come, it was still irritating how obviously superior Mendou's skill was.

"I'm still surprised how much you were able to learn just from books," Mendou said, as he forced Megane back with a flurry of blows.

Megane gave ground reluctantly backing up, as he kept pace. "I told you, I'm a good learner. Fast, too."

"I've noticed. And you're not in bad shape." Mendou's smirk was distracting. Megane couldn't tell if he was complimenting him sincerely, or just trying to get under his skin and throw him off. He was getting under his skin, but maybe not for the reason Mendou would assume.

It worked anyway. Megane felt his bare back press up against the bark of a tree Mendou had been pressing him towards, and he had to acknowledge that he was flustered. 

Megane put his hands up and dropped the bo-ken as Mendou pressed the wooden blade of his to Megane's throat.

"I yield," he admitted, taking a breath. Mendou's– Shutaro's– bare, sweaty chest was inches away from his own. The scion was shorter than Megane, and less broad, but there was something intimidating and intense in him nonetheless, with his dark eyes fiery, and his black hair askew with their efforts.

"Good, you know when you're beaten," Shutaro grinned.

Megane grinned back, feeling his glasses slide down his nose. "I'll surpass you one day."

"Will you now?" 

Shutaro moved quick as a jungle cat, and grabbed Megane's waistband, pulling him closer. He had just enough time to realize that Shutaro absolutely had meant his flustering words as flirtation before he pressed his lips roughly to Megane's.

It was a tough, sweaty kiss, all breath and biting and tongue. It was a kiss that didn't have anything to do with softness of women, or the idolatry of Lum. It was rude, and masculine and aggressive, and still Megane flushed furiously as he scrambled to find some place on Shutaro to put his hands. He settled for around his waist, nails digging in.

Like their swordplay training it was a struggle between men, and Megane refused to back down, attempting to give as good as he got.

When they parted, breathless, Megane stared at him, heart beating in his chest as powerful as when their swords clashed. He rubbed his jaw, unsure of what to say.

Shutaro wiped his mouth off with the back of his arm and grinned at him, one hand still lingering on Megane's chest. "Consider that an incentive to keep trying."

[digimonloving]

Even though Arcturusmon only has art from TCG and a pixel form, I already love him. May I request a HC of Arcturusmon x Fem! Reader? To everyone's surprise their relationship is very healthy and loving much like Gomez and Morticia.

Arcturusmon x Fem!Reader

Arcturusmon may be a Digimon that is made from focusing and pushing dark energy to its limit... but that doesn't exactly mean he's evil. As a matter of fact, when it comes to you, he seems to cherish you even more, and he seems to look at dark things as beautiful. He can even make the darkest of things seem so beautiful to your eyes as well with how he introduces you to it and how he treats such things people may consider terrifying or scary.

Black roses are his go-to flowers to give you, always careful with how he maneuvers it through your hair or perhaps onto an article of clothing with the thorns still on it.

Arcturusmon is also quite affectionate and comes up with the strangest nicknames for you, and yet they still sound so full of care and love that you hardly notice their oddness. He says them with so much adoration, so much love, the deep voice of his just making it much more alluring. You love it, and you can't help but to swoon every time he goes on about how he loves and adores you.

If you love the dark and creepy aesthetic as well, then it truly is a match made in heaven. For he does adore doing dark poetry with you, and he does enjoy getting you the oddest of outfits to wear that he thought you may look good in. Even if you didn't, he may do so, because he loves the idea of you wearing such dark clothes compared to your usual ones. You don't have to, but on special occasions, perhaps entertain him some with it.

Arcturusmon actually helps with any fears you may have by showing you the upside to it. He talks you through them gently, whispering that it's not as scary as it may seem, that certain things don't actually want to harm you, and that nothing will harm you so long as he is with you. Even the creepy crawlies he helps you identify and shows there is nothing to fear from them as he holds them. You don't have to, but he does it with such ease, even with his drill-like arms.

Absolutely cloaks you with his wings when you're cold, or about to fall asleep. He may be a bit strange to fall asleep on, but he is very warm. Cloaking you with his wings like he's wrapping you up, whispering sweet and soft nothings into your ear as he lets you drift off. He always somehow manages to slink out from under you and fetches you something to eat and drink in the morning. Don't ask him how he managed to cook something if he presents you with a hot meal. He managed, that's all you need to know.

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭on point! (kento nanami)**

content: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, cursed technique use, squirting, overstimulation, nanami is a service top, mating press, feral nanami, ooc nanami, ROUGH sex, tummy bulge, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, passing out briefly, petnames (baby, honey, love)

words: 1.8k

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

*sigh* …. so i saw a tiktok

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Nanami is wholly devoted to you. Ever the romantic, he could fall over every breath you take as if it was filling his own lungs, and every heartbeat as if it raced for him. Which how could it not? The rare charm he possessed contrasted his otherwise stern attitude quite well, and left you swooning. He's not a man of many words, but his actions are loud and clear, almost like a bright neon sign declaring his adoration for you. All of this to say, Nanami is in love— no. Obsessed with you. And that infatuation carries into the bedroom as well, much to your delight. Or dismay. Some nights you really can't tell which one it is.

Normally, he's a very gentle, attentive lover. It wouldn't even necessarily be fair to say he puts your pleasure above his own because your pleasure is his. Every touch or suck or lick against your sex gets him moaning right along with you. You swear he falls into a sort of trance like state when he's making you feel good, like nothing else matters; nothing else exists outside of this little bubble of heaven.

Other times, Nanami is demanding about it. Keeps you pinned beneath him while he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you for no reason other than his sake. He can't describe the urge no matter how hard he tries. Call it stress relief, call it a stim, call it anything under the sun, but none of it will fully encapsulate how it breaks his brain down to its most feral form. And thats where the dismay comes into play for you.

His stamina is leagues ahead of yours so when he gets in this little mood, it's not rare for you to completely lose control of your body. Once you had actually passed out, briefly, and Nanami was mortified. But that primal part of his brain was set on fire with pride and desire for moremoremore, to see that fucked out, glassy-eyed expression of yours everyday till he dies.

That's the predicament you find yourself in now: completely drenched in sweat and folded up in the meanest little mating press beneath your husband as he drives his cock into you with deep, calculated thrusts. His handsome face is screwed in concentration as he stuffs your pussy with pinpoint accuracy, nailing your swollen little sweet spot.

“K-Ken! Fuck Kento, sl-ow down!” you cry, every syllable being punched out of you between sobs and fucked out babbling. You can barely hear yourself. Between the blood rushing in your ears and the fact that your knees were acting as earmuffs, you were basically deaf, but Nanami can hear every little sound.

In contrast, he’s deathly quiet as he focuses on abusing your plump little pussy, only letting out grunts under his breath. “Not finished,” he says, warning. It’s the first thing he’s said this whole time, and it comes out like a growl. Like a beast if someone tried to take away its prey. Unbeknownst to you, Nanami has a plan and he’s not stopping until it happens; if you got overstimulated during the process so be it.

It all started when Gojo made a lewd joke about Nanami’s cursed technique— “Bet you drive home with each thrust, huh Nanaminnn~?”— and while he scoffed and dismissed him as being inappropriate, Nanami secretly went crazy over the thought. Another way to please his partner? He didn’t need to be enticed any further. Sure, he technically has to see his target to use his technique, but he has your insides perfectly memorized, so maybe… He angles his hips and focuses, desperate to prove this little theory correct, manifesting his power while he drills you into the bed.

You yelp when his cock rams into your cervix. Right against that special little bundle of nerves that even his fingers can’t reach. It makes your legs tremble in his big hands as slick floods from your cunt and wets his balls, thighs, stomach. Nanami bares his teeth. There it is. The spot that turns you into a dumb little thing. Even as your eyes flutter to the back of your head, you catch a glimpse of flickering blue light.

“Ken-Kento! Kento, fuck! A-are you using your… cursed techni— ah, ahn!” You can’t even finish your sentence before a force is wracking your body until you choke and gasp. Shockwaves of pleasure and pain roll through you, your fingernails dig deep into Nanami’s arms, but he still keeps pushing. And pushing. Until your cunt seizes around him and warm, clear liquid gushes from you as you squeal.

“That’s it, that’s it. Ohhh fuck, hon. If I’da known your pussy would make this big of a mess, I would’ve used my cursed technique ages ago,” he growls, chuckling under his breath when you squeeze your eyes shut, whining something about being embarrassed. Oh, how cute. Nanami grips the back of your thighs like he might float away if he didn’t, hips reaching a nearly brutal pace.

His cock scrapes against your squishy walls painfully as your orgasm is pushed to overstimulation. Your voice pitches up pathetically as you scramble to pull away. The way his eyes darken doesn’t go unnoticed, and you brace yourself for another cursed hit. “Don’t— run, love.”

Once again a flash of blue light and you scream out, voice breaking and Nanami forces you through another earth shattering orgasm. You lazily glance down and see the bulge in your tummy shine blue underneath your skin for a split second before you’re sure you go blind. Or you pass out, you’re not sure what happens, but the next thing you know you’re blinking awake to see Nanami still on top of you, nearly trembling as he tries to still his hips and wait for you.

“B-baby,” he pants. You feel his right hand release your thigh and snake down towards your hard, throbbing clit. “Y’ok? Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this. Hm, color?” he groans, curling his massive body above yours as his fingers tease your clit in quick little circles.

You open your mouth to respond but all that comes out is a sharp whine as your thighs tremble. “G-green!” you finally get out, arching your back as your pussy flutters around his cock, begging it to keep fucking you. The overstimulation set your nerve endings on fire but you’re nothing if not resilient.

You’re weak little approval is enough for Nanami. His head hangs heavy, sweat dripping down his face as he pulls his cock nearly all the way out before fucking it back into you. He’s louder now, grunting with every thrust and his pretty chocolate brown eyes are screwed shut. You feel his cock kick inside you and you know he’s getting close now. You also know he won’t go down without a fight.

Nanami pins your knees down with his left arm while his free hand continues toying with your clit, rubbing it, pinching it, all the while you plead with him like you’re pleading for your life— which, it certainly feels like you are. Whether you’re pleading for more or less, Nanami doesn’t know. He can’t even begin to know as he scrapes up enough strength to zero in on your cervix once again with bruising force. The ache in your womb is becoming unbearable, but the way his cock forces out cum and slick completely overrides any discomfort.

“Give me another one, yeah honey? Know you can, know you want to,” he rasps, leaning down to breathe against your ear.

Fresh tears prick at your eyes as he works your body into overtime, and it’s all so much. “K-Ke— ah! Ken, I can’t I can’t I can’t!” you sob, gripping his shoulders. The sinewy muscle beneath your touch trembles with exertion. Your clit throbs under Nanami’s thumb and he can’t help but bite down on your earlobe as he growls through his own orgasm, panting against your ear, ‘You can, baby, please honey. I need it, need you’.

He keeps rutting into you, barely pulling out as he fucks ropes of cum into your womb. With the last bit of energy he has left, Nanami activates his technique and nails your deep spot. You scream out, losing control of your limbs as your body seizes up, pussy releasing a flood of slick that pushes globs of his load out. It squeezes around his cock so tight he hisses out curses, so sure you’re trying to tear his dick off.

“F-fuck… fuck baby!” He slumps down onto you, his weight crushing you comfortingly. The feeling of his sweaty chest rise and fall in deep, gasping breaths matches your own as the two of you bask in the afterglow. It’s not often Nanami loses control like that, but when he does he makes sure to render you completely useless— and brainless. You blink dreamily, your vision refocusing once your breathing had steadied.

Eventually Nanami eases up on you, after you squirm beneath him like a little mouse, and rolls off you. He makes sure to keep his cock plugged in your hole, pulling you as he moves so you’re both laying sideways and you can bury your face in his neck.

You cling to him like a lifesaver, sniffling against his skin while his rough hands stroke your skin with heavy pets. He shushes you gently and plants a soft kiss against your hair, nearly cooing down at you. “Good job, my love. My baby. You make me so, so proud. Shh, shh…” One of his hands trails down between the two of you to caress across your tummy, over the little bump where he stretched and filled you.

“S’it hurt here, baby?” he asks, voice soft. Your tiny nod breaks his heart a little, but he smiles at your sweet expression, knowing you loved every second. Gently, he massages your abdomen, even gives you a sleepy chuckle when you whine about makin’ a mess as his cum pushes out of your cunt, leaving a nice, milky ring around his cock.

He’s not even surprised when your syrupy head falls against his chest as exhaustion takes over your body— he’s right there with you, in fact. Your sleepy little face looks so blissed out, all sweaty and shiny from cumming your brains out. It’s basically second nature for him to lean over and plant dozens of little kisses across your forehead.

He makes sure to keep up the massaging, knowing how uncomfortably sore you’ll be in the morning. You’ll be lucky if you can walk. Nanami snickers at the thought and lets out a satisfied grunt as he cuddles even closer to you, feeling himself drift off as well. He always falls asleep easily after sex, and that’s only one more reason to be obsessed with you.

[lovings4turn]

isaac lahey the love of my life actually. i cant even begin to describe how much i loved this. just picture me screaming incoherently okay ???

it's time to turn around and get some air, and you would have if stiles didn't appear out of nowhere in front of you talking about one hundred words per second. he really shouldn't drink.

what im hearing is i’m stiles and he’s me

"we don't have the money to pay for new floors if you drill a hole on these, gorgeous.”

swoons. screams. hits the floor in anguish and adoration.

"HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—" he doesn't have to say twice, you were still stunned by his interruption when isaac pulled you completely to him, kissing you passionately, hoping stiles would get a clue and leave (he did).

OF COURSE ITS FUCKING STILES (AFFECTIONATE) AND OF COURSE ISAAC HAPPILY CONTINUES AS TOLD !!! god im so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Hello! 15 and/or 17 from prompt list + Isaac please 🥺

send me one of my boys + a prompt

isaac + reader ⋆ finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

parties are fun. everyone loves parties. every high schooler loves a good fucking party. you get to drink, maybe even get a little high if you know the right people. listen to good music, dance with your friends. always a good time.

well not for you.

for you it meant drinking, yes, which meant a goddamn headache the next day, dancing, having fun, yes, all of that, and on top of that, it meant watching the boy of your dreams being, for lack of a better word, chased around, by girls your age. and younger. and older. sometimes it was amusing, you could see the panic in his eyes. sometimes the girl was so gorgeous you couldn't help but look away, go somewhere else. get some fresh air, so you wouldn't have to watch anything hurtful.

you were in lov—interested in isaac for... a while, ever since he officially joined the pack, you've been playing it cool, maintaining his glance when he looked at you for a few seconds before turning away so it wouldn't be obvious, making your best not to smell his beautiful curly hair every time he hugged you... but you were only human, and he wasn't. you couldn't always control your heartbeat, so you were sure he knew it. he had to. he just wasn't interested. hurtful, but you'd live. eventually.

by 1am you're more than tipsy, and apparently so is the stunningly beautiful girl who very much on purpose tripped in front of isaac, forcing him to hold her by the waist so she wouldn't fall face first. she's charming thanking him, flirty, you know the routine by now, it's time to turn around and get some air, and you would have if stiles didn't appear out of nowhere in front of you talking about one hundred words per second. he really shouldn't drink.

while stiles asks you if his clothes are okay, if there's too much gel in his hair, if he smells nice and if he's annoying (right now he is) because every girl he tried to flirt with ignored him, you were—ignoring him. because you were forced to stay and you couldn't not look at isaac.

and his piercing blue eyes were looking right back at you, it didn't matter how many times the beautiful girl touched his arms, or laughed at him, his eyes were still on you. you selfishly wonder if the girl was just too much of a bore or... if he did that when you weren't looking, like you did when he wasn't looking. the thought makes your heart beat twice as fast, your cheeks flush and isaac notices it, obviously, smirking at you in a mischievous way you had never seen before.

that literally took your breath away, you had to leave. you finished your drink in one mouthful, handing your red cup to the still talking boy in front of you, "sure stiles, you're totally right." he looks confused, but you don't care. you turn in a rush to find the nearest unlocked door.

a room. not a good decision for whoever this house belonged to (you had no idea anymore), but you were so glad. you closed the door behind you in a swift motion and immediately start pacing around, your hands going to your face, through your hair and to your face again as you tried to take a deep breath but could only achieve a few not so deep ones.

"we don't have the money to pay for new floors if you drill a hole on these, gorgeous." your feet freeze on the spot as you hear his voice, sweet, humorous, flirty? you didn't even need to look at him to know he had that grin stamped on his lips.

"isa... what're you doing here?" your lips might as well be gone by how much you're nibbling on them, your hands gripping so hard on your own waist your nails might cut flash any time soon.

"chasing after you, obviously." god, could he not be so straight to the point for once? you nod your head countless times after he shrugs that reply out at you.

"sure... sure sure sure sure... why?" and he's grinning again, getting closer to you.

"well, this is the first time it actually looked like you wanted me and not to die." you keep nodding, and you feel like you're sweating more than normal, "so we're gonna make out, and hopefully i'm right about this." your eyes widen but you don’t move as he moves your arms from your waist to his, his hands holding your neck and he’s so close now you’re the one hearing his heartbeat. just as fast as yours.

so maybe when he looked at you there was reason to it, and maybe his hugs did linger and it wasn’t you holding on too long. maybe the times he told you to wear one of his jerseys to lacrosse matches were because he wanted to see you in his clothes, cheering for him, and not because he was friendly.

"i—i kinda wanted to die—i thought you didn't even look at me." you confessed in a murmur, he chuckled, leaning in, lips terribly close, virtually touching yours—but the door opened abruptly and the noise from the party flooded the otherwise quiet room.

stiles.

STILES.

"HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—" he doesn't have to say twice, you were still stunned by his interruption when isaac pulled you completely to him, kissing you passionately, hoping stiles would get a clue and leave (he did).

his hands were firm, but oh so gentle as he deepened the kiss, it sends shivers down your spine, it was intense, maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact he had wanted to do that for a really long time now.

every brush of his lips to yours was like putting more fire to a flame and you gripped to his shirt with both your hands as you moved together in perfect rhythm. it felt like a second and an eternity at the same time, you could feel isaac's body heat mixed to yours, having to part to breathe was torture.

isaac looked at you and his eyes shared the same hunger as yours, he quickly took one of your hands to his, leaving the room in quick steps as he pulled you behind with him, "so i was right, and we're leaving the party, is that okay?" he looks at you, still walking, and you can only nod, after all, parties are fun, and one with him alone is definitely more your taste.

[melody-ofstars]

𝚜𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚝 𝚟—

𝚙𝚝 𝚒 ; 𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚒 ; 𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚒𝚒 ; 𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚟

𝚜𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜

Erwin Smith

This is gonna be loooong long

Soooooo, THIS MAN, THIS MAN IS THE FASHION ICON

He is the EPITOME of class.

Like, we are all swooning the moment we lay eyes on him.

He is hot, I repeat he is HOT. Warning: Please wear sunscreen and sunglasses or you gonna be crispier than Armin.

So in my head, a beautiful place indeed since he entered...

He wears suits, suits, it's reserved for him and him only.

Grey and black, mostly grey.

Crisp and ironed, like very very crisp

Cuff LINKS JEKKDKDKD

Has a BIGGGGGG collection of cuff links, all designs and sizes.

Ties, wears ties all the time and srsly looks like an eye candy.

Okay but... just clear your head and imagine: suspenders eeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppp (thats a squeal btw)

Okay so suspenders... Ties... And cuff links... Wow.

Has a lot of ties and suspenders too, many many.

Probably has a whole cupboard section dedicated to each.

He wears suits everywhere, they wary as per the occasion but know that it will always be a suit.

Sometimes he loses the coat/jacket and opts for vests and waistcoats only... And holy damn... Holy d a m n

Sometimes (a lot of times at home) he just has that disheveled look with not so crisp and neat attire... The top few buttons unbuttoned and you know the drill.

Polished shoes, not more than Levi's (hehe that seemed like a pun...) but shiny nonetheless.

I really have something for men in formal wear... Like I gave like three of them formal attires and I can not just stop imagining everybody in it!!! Aahhhhhhhhhh but like aahhhhh.

He is seriously a sight for sore eyes, yeah they are probably going to burn but if he is the last thing I see, I am content.

Him removing his coat and holding it folded in one hand, like its draped over one of his hands while the other is in his pocket.

Oh oh, not to mention WATCHES. ROLEX WATCHES, ASSORTED EXPENSIVE Watches.

Or he keeps pocket watches, its either of those two. Both of them matches him

Send me a msg for more pics, tumblr is a bitch and doesn't allow more than 10 -_- but on the plus side, since it is just Erwin, I can add seven pics :))

[absolutelyfizzing]

He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

MASTERLIST

Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to."  He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you.  He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was  part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

[yslkook]

BRIGHT (2)

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summary: you and jungkook share a moment in a bookstore. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, excessive use of pet names…bc its me

“Oh, lighten up Jeon,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “You look like someone told you that your cat died.”

“The only kitty he wants won’t give him the time of day,” Mina grins, earning herself a glare from Jungkook.

“More like I can't get her time of day because her stupid best friend has a stick up her ass,” Jungkook mutters.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” Mei observes, “Our baby tattoo artist pining over a girl…”

“If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now, Mei,” Yoongi says pointedly, “Now stop wasting time meddling in Jungkook’s love life, Jin will have all of our heads-”

“Love life? I don’t have a love life,” Jungkook protests, eyes adorably round.

“And that’s why you’re so broody today, honey,” Mina teases, “More so than usual at least.”

“I am not broody,” Jungkook grumbles, turning his back on his laughing coworkers and friends. He can’t help but smile at their teasing.

“Oh, lighten up, Kookie,” Mei says lightly, clapping his shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, that girl couldn’t stop staring at you at Hobi’s birthday. And she definitely wants a piece of this.”

Jungkook ignores the raucous laughter of his friends (which only increases when Jin comes out from the backroom to add on to his suffering) and the reddening of his cheeks as he gets ready for his full day of tattoo consultations and appointments.

Jungkook’s day ends about an hour earlier than he had anticipated- his last client for the day had to reschedule due to a last minute conflict. That’s fine by him. It gives him time to stop by the bookstore a few blocks away from the tattoo parlor before it closes.

Jungkook tries his best to read at least one new book a month. He’s known the older shop owner, Jia and her young son, Jae-sung, for years now, as he had basically grown up with Jia from childhood.

He loves the quiet of the store and the immediate scent of vanilla and cedar that surrounds him as soon as he walks in. The bookstore itself has a vintage sort of feel, with dimmed lights, old shelves of mahogany and candles placed throughout the store.

Jungkook always brings croissants from the bakery nearby for Jia and little Jae-sung. Usually when he comes by, the bookstore is empty (or close to it).

Jae-sung screeches when he sees Jungkook walk in the door and immediately runs up to him, hugging his legs. Jungkook crouches, ruffling his hair fondly and Jae-sung is nearly bouncing off of the heels of his feet.

“Mommy say she have new book for you, Kookie!” Jae-sung beams, eyeing the box of croissants in Jungkook’s free hand.

“Does she?” Jungkook muses, “Your mommy always knows what kind of books I like.”

“Me too! Me too!”

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jia’s voice filters through the store as she approaches, “It’s been a while.”

“It took me a while to finish the last book. But so worth it,” He says apologetically, “I also brought croissants. Enjoy.”

“You spoil us,” Jia rolls her eyes, “The new arrivals are in the back, third aisle from the left. You know the drill.”

Jia has known Jungkook since he was a baby in diapers- she’s been his aunt’s close friend for years and years now. Jungkook likes to joke that he likes Jia more than his own aunt, and Jia always reprimands him (without really meaning it).

He thought the bookstore was empty, save for Jia and Jae-sung. But he’s clearly mistaken, when he sees a figure in an olive green sweater and black jeans perusing through the new arrivals with their bottom lip tucked between their teeth in concentration.

He recognizes them immediately and when the person raises their head in curiosity, he sees your wide eyes and a shy smile starting to pull across your lips.

You’re here, in his favorite bookstore where he feels like he’s at home. If he was looking for a sign, then this was it.

“Hi,” You say softly, waving your fingers at him, “So you like reading, huh?”

You visibly cringe and Jungkook chuckles. Your cheeks feel warm when you take him in, swirls and dots of his tattoos peeking out of his black leather jacket and beckoning you closer to him. The three hoops in his left ear glint with the light and the dangling earring on his right ear dangles with the movement of his head. His hair is tied back into a ponytail, accentuating the curve of his jaw and his soft dimples.

Your breath is stolen away when you meet his eyes, deep brown and murky, popping against the peach eyeshadow on his eyelids.

You nearly swoon on the spot before you get your bearings. Maybe he’d catch you if your knees buckled, you think dryly. How embarrassing.

“I try reading something new once a month,” Jungkook replies, pulling you out of your reverie, “And I just like the bookstore in general. Sometimes I like to just come here and hang out with Jia and Jae-sung.”

“Oh! Jia makes my favorite lavender chamomile tea. There’s nothing like it,” You say a little dreamily, “Jae-sung is a cutie. That boy can just look at you and you’d be putty in his hands. Kinda like you.”

The last bit slips out of your mouth without you meaning for it to.

“Kinda like me, huh,” Jungkook smirks, eyes glittering, “It would be fun to see if you’d be putty in my hands, wouldn’t it?”

“The world may never know,” You mumble sheepishly and avoid his eyes again, “What kind of book are you looking for?”

“The one you’re holding, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, looking past your shoulder for another copy of the same book.

“Are you looking for this book just because I’m reading it or because you’ve been genuinely eyeing it?” You ask boldly, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

“Oh, you’re funny,” Jungkook snorts, walking past you to grab the book off of the shelf.

“So I’ve been told,” Your eyes flash, “We should do a boozy book club.”

“Is it a book club if it’s just the two of us?”

“It can be whatever we want it to be,” You shrug, “Besides, don’t you wanna hang out with me?” You tilt your head and Jungkook’s resolve weakens. His heart does something funny- is this how it’s supposed to be?

“Of course I wanna hang out with you, baby,” Jungkook murmurs smoothly, “C’mon, let’s go have some of Jia’s tea. And a croissant too, if Jae hasn’t eaten them already.”

Jungkook glares at Jia the entire time that she’s making tea for both of you. He knows her sly, curious eyes and was unable to keep the surprise off of her face when you had both walked down the stairs together.

She even had the audacity to wink at him. He hopes that the family groupchat doesn’t start blowing up when Jia inevitably informs his aunt and mother about this new development.

“Kookie,” Jae-sung whispers (loudly) when you step away to use the bathroom, “Is dat your girlfriend?”

“What?” Jungkook hisses, “Who told you that?”

“My mommy say I ask you! I not know!”

“No, Jae, that’s not my girlfriend,” Jungkook mumbles, shooting Jia another death glare. She only smiles smugly at him from her spot behind the counter.

Jia leaves him alone for the most part when you return and take your seat next to him. He can still feel her eyes on you both as she washes teacups, watching like a hawk.

“These croissants are so good,” You nearly moan, “Where’d you get them?”

“There’s a bakery near the tattoo parlor,” Jungkook says, “You should come by sometime.”

“The bakery or the parlor?”

“Both?”

“I’ve only been there a few times,” You muse, “I hear you’re the best tattoo artist there. From the mouth of Hobi and Jin themselves.”

“Don’t let Mina and Mei hear you say that,” Jungkook says weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are a little pink and you resist chuckling to yourself.

“I’ve always wanted to get a second piercing,” You trail off, “But never really committed to it.”

“What would you want to get? We do piercings, too,” Jungkook says.

“Cartilage? Industrial? I don’t know,” You shrug, sipping your tea.

“Mina usually has a good eye for that,” Jungkook admits, “Now you have more of a reason to stop by.”

“Oh, I already had a reason to stop by the parlor,” You say brazenly with a sweet smile.

“Is that so?” Jungkook says, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You hum and continue to sip your tea, wondering if he can somehow hear the loud rattling of your eager heart in your ribcage.

Conversation with him comes so easily and you don’t know when the last time you had spent this long with him was. Something always seems to interrupt you both when you eventually do find yourselves alone with each other during outings with friends. But this time, it’s just you and him tucked away in this bookstore.

The sun has long gone down and Jia was about to close the bookstore for the day. In fact, the only reason she kept it open for this long was because of you both. You apologize profusely with worried eyes when you realize the time and see Jae-sung fast asleep in his mother’s arms.

She waves you off, giving Jungkook a lingering look that you don’t understand.

“I’ll be back soon,” You promise Jia in a soft voice, so as to not wake Jae-sung, “Be well, Jia.”

She bids you both goodnight, and unbeknownst to you, she shoots Jungkook a simple text. It states: “keep her close, i like her”.

Jungkook ignores it in favor of focusing on you.

“How you getting home, baby?” Jungkook asks as you both walk up the block shoulder to shoulder.

“Hmm… I’m supposed to meet Sora for dinner but she said she’s stuck at work,” You murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself as you scroll on your phone, “But I was just on social media and it looks like she’s getting drinks with her other friends…”

You look at him with a frown tugging at your lips and your eyes wide. “Maybe it was a last minute thing,” You mumble to yourself.

“Or maybe she lied to you,” Jungkook says sharply. You only look at him in silence for a few moments with furrowed brows.

“Maybe there was a reason,” You shrug, “Why would she lie about that?”

Because she’s Sora, and she just would. But Jungkook stays silent. You don’t need to hear about how he dislikes your best friend, at least not yet. Not when you’re not ready to hear it.

“Forget about her,” Jungkook says easily, “Lemme take you home, baby.”

“I’m not riding that metal death contraption,” You say flatly, “You just got it! Like two weeks ago! You don’t even have an extra helmet, and forget a helmet, I need elbow pads and knee pads-”

“Will you relax,” Jungkook says, putting your books in the small basket he built into the front of the motorcycle.

“No, I will not relax, Jeon Jungkook!” You nearly screech, “This is so dangerous, we could both fall in the road and then what? Become roadkill for the next soccer mom van to run us both over? Death by soccer mom, what a way to go-”

“Are you done?” Jungkook says dryly.

“No, actually, I’m not done-”

“You trust me, baby?” Jungkook asks, hand on your shoulder. You can’t even properly appreciate the warmth of his large hand over your jacket.

“Of course I trust you, I don’t trust that,” You point at the motorcycle accusingly and Jungkook rolls his eyes. You can already feel your resolve weakening. He wordlessly places his own helmet over your own head and you glare at him, about to start your tirade again.

“You take mine,” Jungkook murmurs, “And hold on to me.”

“You can’t just give me your helmet, what if you fall? Or worse, get pulled over?”

“Or worse, get pulled over, are you joking-”

“Jungkook! Be serious!”

“I am being serious! You said you only live ten minutes from here, just relax. I won’t let anything happen to either of us,” Jungkook says, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“If anything happens, it’s your head on a platter and I’m bringing it to the tattoo parlor.”

“How can you do that if we both die?”

“Shut the fuck up,” You say, but a laugh escapes your lips. Jungkook sits on his bike and looks at you expectantly.

“C’mon, baby,” Jungkook coaxes you and you awkwardly sit behind him, making sure that your legs don’t touch his and your arms are safely away from him.

“If you sit like that, you’ll definitely fall off,” Jungkook snorts, “Wrap your arms around me.”

You hesitate, afraid of touching him like this for whatever reason. He unnerves you and you feel completely exposed like this. You’ve never really been this close to anyone, at least anyone who made you feel the way Jungkook makes you feel.

Biting the bullet, you tensely wrap your arms around his narrow waist loosely. “Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, “Tighter, baby. I don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Your stomach flips at his words, subconsciously wrapping your arms around his narrow waist even more tightly. Your fingers graze the hard press of his tummy over his jacket and you almost moan at how warm and strong he feels. He smells nice, like Sunday morning laundry.

“Ugh, you’re annoying-” And then you shriek as he pulls away from the road and shoots off into the night with you plastered against his backside.

“See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jungkook says, taking the helmet off of you. He’s met with a glare but you sigh in defeat.

“No, I guess it wasn’t. But I never want you driving this hunk of death without a helmet for yourself,” You say, poking his chest.

“You should be nicer to her,” Jungkook says, taking your finger in his large hand.

“You’re right, it’s you that I should be mean to,” You roll your eyes. You wonder if Jungkook could feel your heart slamming in your chest (in fear, adrenaline and excitement) as you hung tight to him. You had refused to look up, pressing your face into his back and squeezing your eyes shut the entire way. Jungkook had only chuckled.

The heat in your eyes melts away quickly once Jungkook helps you off of the motorcycle. “Thanks for taking me home, Jungkook,” You murmur, “I’m glad I ran into you at the bookstore.”

“Any time, baby,” Jungkook says. A strand of dark hair falls from his ponytail and into his face. You reach your fingers up to thread through his hair before pushing it back behind his ear for him.

“Get home safe,” You say, with stars in your eyes, “Can I hug you?” When he nods, and before you can change your mind or convince yourself out of it, you wrap your arms around him. And before he can properly return it, you dash into your apartment building while calling out “text me when you get home!”

Hours later, when he’s in the comfort of his home, he decides that he likes the way your spicy vanilla scented perfume clings to his leather jacket.

tags: @kookdbean @tiemeuptogoldenchains @boymeetsparadise @jungkooksseuphoria

[wickedslip]

If she had to be stuck in this classroom for a moment longer, she was going to start sizzling off the already graying hairs of the man standing in front of the podium, droning on endlessly with his back turned. Pivoting through slide after slide which had nearly spilled tears from the corners of her eyes, they took on an almost opalescent hue, silvering from the mistiness of her own tearstained boredom. There would be a special place in hell for him, she’d ensure it if it were the last thing she’d ever do.

But it wasn’t just that. She felt as if her entire body was taught, like a clock that had tightly wound to its breaking point. She didn’t like being this close of proximity to this [ . . . ] person— this fiend that had a devil-may-care grin and was disgustingly charming all the damn time. Every single person she knew of was swooning over him, and she would be damned if she’d ever be that sprung over a man. He was just a man. A man sent here to get on her nerves and—

And then he touched her mind with his own, and it was just then that she realized she had been drilling a hole into his backside with the boring of her violet oculars, growing even more of an intense violet than before— no hint of silver to be found, the tears long since drying up. When he had turned, laying on the charm thick as his eyes homed into hers, she couldn’t help but give him that percentage right back to him.

❛ Oh, I’ll touch it alright. ❜ She smiled as she spoke the thought soft and aloud, and not on the telepathic link that tried its darndest to open up in spite of her. She was afraid of it— of the terrible magnetic force that drew her to it, yearning for her to connect with it. She wasn’t anybody’s fool; her father had taught her at least that much.

Instead of reaching for the wavelength, she instead reached for something else altogether with her mind. She began to slowly unscrew the bindings of his desk with her thoughts, until the bottom of his seat sloped down, causing him to fall out of it and onto the ground, his back played on the floor and everything on the desk scattering to the floor. She wasn’t an idiot— she knew he was something else, but he couldn’t demonstrate that kind of power or violence in front of a class full of humans.

Standing up to her full height, she knelt down to seize his perfectly formed chin with the edges of her talon-like nails, eyes hovering close, so very close to him. Peering down to his pillowed lips, and then to lock on his midnight dark eyes, she simpered. ❛ I think your back likes to be touched by the ground better. ❜ She grinned, and softly bit her lower lip in mock apology.

Standing silkily as the dismissal bell rang, she thrust her leather messenger bag over her shoulder, and winked, pivoted on her heel and exited out of the double doors into the waking light of a November afternoon.

dark academia au featuring @wickedslip

boredom took hold of kol as if it had become a friend. something he hated. being bored in a classroom where he had already seen everything. but what amused him a little at the same time, was the stare he got of this girl on him. he could feel it on his back, caressing his whole being as if she knew what she was doing. he know she does hates it too when he's doing the same.

shifting in his seat as he tried to look over his back, a smirk appeared on his face as he looked back at her with the same intensity in his eyes, as a thought crossed his mind.

for someone who says that they hates me, you really like admiring my back. not that i dislike it. if you ever want to touch, you know what you have to do.

he mouthed in a low voice as he looked at the board and listened to the teacher being boring, as always.

ask.

[blushblushheadcanons]

I love your Yandere headcannons! Can I request Cashew , Boss , and Felix as Yandere please? 💓💓

ofc!! I dont really like Boss so im sorry if it comes out a little out of character ausnsj

Also I'm really sorry but I could not come up with anything for Felix that guy is way too chill, if you want any other character you can always request again!

Also, usual TW: stalking, physical abuse, delusional behavior, etc etc yall know the drill

♡ Cashew & Boss Yandere Headcanons ♤

Cashew

One word: obsessive

After reading about you, fantazing about you... He daydreams about how being with you would be like

Except, at one point, that's all he can think of. Every single moment, his mind is plagued with toughts of you

After all, he's always been a hopeless romantic, hoping to live the Jane Austen tm fantasy he always invisioned im his head

So after finding those notes about you, he thought that was it! It couldn't just have been a coincidence! You're both mean to be!

Except... He's way too shy to make an advance. I mean, can you blame him? You're so perfect in his eyes, so ethereal... How could he live up to that?

He didn't mean to stalk you, he really didn't, but he found himself doing exactly that while following you around, trying to muster up to courage to at least say hi. Last thing he notices, he's watching you sleep through your window

Feels slightly guilty about it. But, if its for love, then it's okay in his eyes

Actually believes you're both soulmates. If he did manage to talk to you, he wouldn't take no for an answer. You just need some time to come to terms with it, that's all!

Leaves you notes and gifts in places he knows you visit a lot (and trust me, he knows all of them) which always seem a little bit too accurate. Suddently that one thing you have been meaning to buy but couldn't because of your budget showed up at your doorstep. After you casually mention to a friend that you're craving sweets, someone anonymously delivers a box of chocolates to you at your work/school not even a few hours later. It would be endearing if you didn't find it slightly startling

He tries to talk to you, but you make him so so nervous. He can feel himself physically swoon over you, his heart pratically shifiting

Hopefully you don't mind having a secret admirer

Danger level: 0/10

Boss

I'd love to say he would kill someone for you, but this man probably hasnt thrown a punch in his entire life. just look at him. I could drag his ass easy.

Uses the "being mean" method because he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings and mistakes his affections for hatred. After all, love and hate are one and the same. So would any greek poet agree, looking at how deeply Ares and Aphrodite were in love with each other. They're both darkness and devouring, just in different ways.

And God, how he hated you.

After firing you, he thought that was it. That would put a stop to whatever he was feeling, since he wouldn't have to see you anymore.

Big mistake.

He starts missing you almost instantly. Have things always been this dull while you were away?

Messages you the next day. He knows that "you should have come to work even after I fired you" sounds absolutely ridiculous, he's not that oblivious, but he can't think of anything better. He just needs you there again.

Turn down any of his advances (no matter how kindly you do so) and he'll have a tantrum

Screaming, breaking things, calling you names. I don't think he's above hiting you, either. He has never been known for beint patient, after all.

After everything he did for you, you still treat him like this? You're lucky he even looks at you. He can have so much better and still settled for you. Maybe if you weren't so ungrateful, he wouldn't have to get so harsh.

If you just play along, he's actually quite passive. Sure, he gets angry about a lot of things, very easily, but not at you

The people close to you aren't exactly in danger, either. Again, this little bitch boy couldn't kill someone even if he tried

He does get jealous though. Very easily. So keep that in mind, because the consequences will fall on you.

Danger level: 6/10

[the-cult-of-russo]

what do you think would it take for billy to blush? bec i would love to go on a museum date with him and say cheesy shit like 'of all the works of art in this room, he was the loveliest.' 😂😂😂😂

First of all, 10 out of 10 for that line though

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

If someone said that to me I'd fucking swoon looool

Okay, you know the drill...

Remember this is my Billy lmaooo

Billy's confident, at least outwardly so. He's used to compliments, he gets them all the time. He's almost immune to them at this point.

It's all down to the context and who's paying him the compliment.

For eg, when Maria tells him she loves him and he's part of the family, he gets a little bashful. That's because she means something to him.

So if some random girl told him that line or someone he was just fucking for only the physical side of things, it wouldn't do anything.

But if you and Billy are like really into each other, whether that's the start of a relationship or like one of those moments where as soon as he lays eyes on you he's absolutely smitten with you. Like he doesn't know why he feels that way but he wants you for more than a night...

Anyway... it doesn't matter, as soon as he catches a case of The Feelings, your words matter to him. What you think about him matters.

And so thats when he's likely to blush at comments like that or compliments. He'd smile shyly as he ducks his head, cheeks dusting pink a little as he chuckles at himself. He knows he's acting like a little bitch and he hates himself for it, but he can't make it stop. Can't make the butterflies that erupted in his stomach at your words go away.

So yeah... its all about the context and who's the one saying stuff to him.

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I’m So Sorry

Rick grimes X Reader

Request: for the wonderful @basicccbitchhh101​ “Hiya!! I was wondering if you would be able to do a Daryl x Reader or Rick x reader where he gets really mad and for the first time since they’ve been dating she gets scared of him and he feels guilty about it? Thank you! X”

Warnings: Implied attempted non-con (nothing graphic just a pretty spooky situation), angst, Angry Rick, injury to reader, fluff

A/N: Hello! My first request, I’m so excited!! Hopefully I did okay and did it justice! All mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1720

“Alright, you know the drill,” Your boyfriend turned to you as you both drove up to the abandoned pharmacy, flashing that adorable crooked grin that always makes you swoon. “Should be Walker free, was cleared out yesterday, but still keep your guard up for any wanderers.” He added with a wink.

You smiled and nodded slightly before getting out of the truck, Rick following your movements. You stepped towards the doors of the building and stopped, waiting for Rick to take his place beside you. When he did you steeled yourself and drew in a breath, exhaling as you looked over at him.

“Painkillers, antibiotics, bandages, and batteries take priority, right?” You confirmed. He looked back at you and nodded before leaning in for a soft, quick kiss. “Good, let's get the goods and go home,’ You grinned before banging on the door and waiting a moment before pushing it in.

You crossed the threshold and drew your gun with one hand and pulled your knife with the other before crossing at the wrists to stabilize any shot you might have to take. “Alright let's go” Rick said low as he stepped off in one direction, you going the other.

You had swept a few isles before you came across the pharmacy counter, noticing a low shelf still full of bottles. You easily hopped the counter and scuttled over to the shelf and began to sort through the containers putting the useful ones in your bag. Just as you're dropping a bottle of Penicillin into your bag you hear boot steps behind you.

“You’re not gonna belie-” You start as you turn around to be greeted by two men. One shorter than Rick, taller than you, and a knife already drawn by his side. And the other, a small skinny man. Your eyes grow wide in fear as you register the situation.

“Well what do we have here?” The stranger drawls, the tone in his voice and the grin on his face filling you with a sense of dread. “What’s a little thing like you doing here alone, or you got someone waitin’ somewhere for you,” He steps closer, and you back up, bumping into the shelf behind you. He brings his arms up, successfully trapping you. “Well I don’t think they’re gonna be seein’ you anytime soon” He grunts at you.

You look at him almost shaking with fear before glancing back at the other man, the same repugnant grin across his face. You thought about the bag by your feet, it had your knife and your gun in it if only you could reach down to it, but with the man pinning you, that wasn't an option. So you quickly placed your hands around the back of his neck gripping his hair before bringing your knee to his crotch and his nose to your forehead.

He howled out and doubled over in pain, releasing you. You dipped low scoping your bag off the floor before attempting to throw yourself over the counter. Before you could make it across, the smaller man had caught your ankle and twisted. A cracking sensation made its way through your leg.

You let out a scream as you heard Rick thunder his way around the corner, gun drawn. “Y/N?! You get your hands off her!” He growled before raising his gun at the second man who still had your ankle in his grip and was trying to pin you onto the counter, and firing a shot, hitting the man in the shoulder causing him to stumble back.

Using your good leg you pushed yourself across the counter, hitting the floor with a thud and a grunt as you heard a second shot fire off. “Y/N?” Rick started, “Y/N, please tell me you’re okay?” he knelt down next to you.

“AH- my ankle, think he broke it,” you groaned clutching your now throbbing ankle. “Can you walk?” He questioned scooting in closer. You shook your head as he scooped you up bridal style and nearly ran to the door “We gotta go, the shots are gonna call in walkers”

“What about the men? Ar- are they both dead?” you ask, for a moment he stills before carrying on to the truck. “I only saw the one, didn't know there were two, the one who had your foot is” He growled, his grip on you tightening slightly before placing you in the truck.

“There's a cabin near by, stocked with some gear I can use for your ankle till we get back,” he grunts climbing into his seat, A few moments pass and you can feel the mood shift as he exhales a sharp breath, and harshly turns the key in the ignition, starting up the old truck and wordlessly pulls out onto the road.

A dragging fifteen minute ride of silence later and you were rolling up to an old abandoned cabin. Rick threw the truck in park and killed the engine, closing his eyes and letting out another breath. He turned to you and opened his eyes to look at you, anger being masked by concern.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, “other than your ankle, are you okay?” his head tilting to gain eye contact with you. You quickly did a mental once over of yourself and nodded, yes you were okay, physically. Mentally you were a mess, still coming down from your fear and adrenaline induced panic, images still flashing in your mind urging tears to your eyes. He nods once before climbing out of the truck and slamming his door shut, causing you to slightly jump. You watched as he made his way around the front of the truck before pulling your door open and lifting you out. You hissed at the sudden movement jostling your injured ankle, he slowed his movements slightly, his grip a little softer as he carried you to the cabin.

He pushed the door open as he walked in with you still in his arms and kicked the door closed behind you. You looked around as Rick walked further into the cabin and into the living room before setting you down on the coffee table and stepping away. Mumbling something about a first aid kit before disappearing out of the room, reappearing moments later with the kit in his hands. He knelt down in front of you and gingerly lifted your foot onto his knee. 

You could feel the tension growing, and the anger rolling off of him as he worked in silence. “I should go back,” he grunted, “the other one should be dead too” he tightened the wrap drawing a short whimper from you.

“Rick, you can’t go back, the place is probably full of walkers, and he's probably long gone” you tried as he stood up and turned toward the doorway in silence, “Rick?” you called again.

“GODDAMMIT” he roared, before swinging around and putting his fist through the drywall of the old cabin, causing you to gasp and jump in your seat.

you had never seen this type of anger from Rick before. Sure you had seen him mad or even irritated before but never this angry, this livid, from the volume of his voice to the sheer force he had inflicted upon the wall, you were scared, you didn't know what to do. you looked down at his hand, now hanging by his side, dripping crimson on the wood floor, his back still to you.

You carefully reached out to him with a trembling hand from your seat on the coffee table, “Rick,” you tentatively squeaked, voice still shaking too. He quickly spun and looked at you, catching your wrist in an almost bruising grip. Anger rolling off him in waves. you yelped and tried to scramble back, closing your eyes and trying to will away the tears “Rick! Stop! Please… you’re scaring me” the last sentence coming out through choked sobs.

you felt his grip on your arm loosen slightly and shook free, stumbling backwards to the floor and scrambling to a corner behind a large chair cradling your now sore wrist as you continued to sob.

“Y/N?” Rick called out, fear in his voice as he had realized what he had done, the exact opposite of what he had vowed to do, he had scared you, hurt you, when you needed to be protected, comforted. “Oh god, Y/N I-I’m so sorry,” he called, voice soft with guilt.

“Y/N?” He tried again and stepped towards you, hand extended out to you. You flinched again and curled further into the corner, body shaking with quiet sobs. “Y/N, please. I’m so sorry, its- I can’t stop thinkin’ what could have happened, and what did happen, it’s just, I thought I was going to lose you when I heard you scream. I can’t lose anyone else, ‘specially not you.” He reached for you again, and pushed further ushering your hand into his when you didn’t flinch away. “I am so sorry sweetheart, so sorry for scarin’ you, and hurtin’ you. I would do anything to take it back.”

You looked back up at him with a sniffle, your red, tear stained eyes meeting his, full of guilt and regret. He pulled slightly on your hand urging you into his lap as he sat back against the wall. “You really scared me,” you hiccupped as you curled into his chest. He buried his nose in your hair and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know, and I am so sorry, and I never want to do it again,” He whispered his grip slightly tightening around you, like he was scared you’d run again, “I love you.” 

“I love you too Rick” you whispered back, your nerves finally settling as you let out a small yawn. “It's getting pretty late, why don't we stay here and head back in the mornin’?” He softly questioned as he craned his head down to plant a soft kiss to your lips. You nodded and let out a hum of agreement. He stood, you in his arms again before laying you both on the couch, careful of your ankle. You lay there on his chest for a short minute letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.