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seungfl0wer · 6 days ago

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Pairing: Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Angst (Happy ending of course)

Warnings: Abusive father! Violence, Blood, Alcohol, Sick mother, Lots of cursing. Father is a real piece of shit and puts hands on reader multiple times. Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

Just for another warning because I think it’s important. This has content that could trigger some people. Please please read the warnings. If any of them make you uncomfortable please don’t read. Also a reminder. You’re not alone. No one ever should be laying their hands on you. I love you. You’re loved. You don’t ever deserve anything like this.

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Changbin wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him. He kissed your neck tenderly nuzzling himself into your neck. You both were snuggled up on the couch watching a show. “My angel” he said softly before softly kissing your neck once more. When you were with him it felt like nothing else mattered like the world was alright. Your moment of happiness was short lived though seeing your phone buzzing. It was your father. Just seeing his name flash on your phone made you anxious.

After your mother had passed away your dad became an even bigger monster. He was always a good for nothing, But now not working as much as he did he stayed home drinking. Your mother had told you before the only reason she had stayed with him was because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. Her family was from another country, she didn’t have much money or friends. She was such a brave woman though. You don’t know how she dealt with him so long but I guess him never really being home helped. He had gotten fired from his big job because of his drinking and anger problems. Going to work one day hungover and punching a coworker so hard it broke his nose. He had to pay a hefty fine for that. Now he has a slow job where he only works a few days.

One of your earliest memories of him being his asshole self was him telling you how he hated that you were a girl. He hated that in his words ‘that useless bitch couldn’t even give me a boy.’ He wanted a son so badly and he made sure you knew that. He never really bonded with you however he’d be damned if you didn’t respect his authority. The first time he ever laid hands on you, you were 9. You accidentally knocked over a table braking the lamp that was placed on it. He grabbed you by the wrist smacking you across the face. ‘You stupid fucking brat! Look what you did, you’re just like your fucking mother!’ He spat pushing you away from him.

After that day it just kept going. Having to wear long sleeves at school to hide the bruises. At one point you had to stay home for almost a week. You had stepped in front of him to protect your mom when he hit you square in the face busting your lip. It stayed swollen and bruised for a while. Tooth slightly cracked from the incident.

You wanted so badly to tell someone. Confide in a teacher anything. You were scared to though. Scared they’d blame your mom, put her in jail and take you away. So you endured it. As your mom started to get sick he turned more of his attacks on you. Although a complete peace of shit he wasn’t stupid. He knew if he did anything to her the doctors would see it.

After she had passed you kept yourself from the house as best as you could. Not going home as much as you possibly could. You got a job at a cafe down the road and that’s how you met changbin. He was a regular who once you started talking admitted to only coming so much to see you.

You kept your home life a secret to him as much as you could but one day you were getting intimate you forgot about the bruises. When he had lifted your shirt his smile dropped. He looked at you with wide eyes “what the fuck? Who did this to you?” He said clenching his jaw. All you could do was sob he held you in his arms rubbing your back. “I’m sorry for raising my voice I just- y/n please- what happened?” He asked.

Through your sobs you told him, you unloaded everything in a word vomit of sadness. He would and wanted to go find your father. To beat him senseless, to show him how it feels but he knew you needed him more. He held you so tightly, feeling his own heart breaking from your words. Knowing a family member could do this to someone they were supposed to protect. To love and cherish just broke him. He was such a family oriented person and now he realized why you never wanted him to meet him. Never talked about him. He asked why you couldn’t just leave explaining to him how your mother wasn’t from here, how you had no family and no one else to rely on.

“Shit- it’s my dad” you said frantically picking the phone up.

“Where the fuck are you? He spat.

“I’m- I’m just at a friend’s house” you stuttered.

He laughed “sure, you’re probably slutting around. Get your fucking ass home.”

He hung up leaving you shaking. “I gotta go.” You said picking your keys up.

“Y/n you don’t have to” Changbin said with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You said before heading to the door.

Your brain wondered what was going on. Why he needed you home. As you pulled up coming through the door you saw him slumped in his usual chair. “About fucking time” he hissed. “Do something useful and go get me some more beer” he demanded.

You stood there almost dumb founded. Before he hissed again “don’t make me say it again!”

You nodded heading down to the store and getting it for him. When you got home again you sat the beer beside him. He gave you a smirk “glad you know how to listen” he chuckled. Your nose twitched at his smell, you hated being close to him. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes and B.O. always radiated off of him. He motioned for you to leave and you did slinking back to your room to text changbin.

Him: Y/n! Text me back! I’m worried!

You: I’m fine. He just wanted beer

Him: I swear I’ll end him one of these days

You: I’m gonna go to bed ok? I’ll see you in the morning! Love you!

Him: Love you to beautiful. Text me when you wake up🖤

You fell asleep shortly after always finding peace in sleep. The next few days were the same old. Going to Changbins after work going home late when you knew he’d be passed out. Today though. You had to run home for your wallet. When you walked through the door your dad was in the kitchen. You took one look around and realized something had to have happened. Things were thrown around. Smashed. Your body froze before you could go to walk back out he saw you.

“Where do you think you’re fucking going!” He yelled. He made a bee line toward you.

“I’m- I’m picking up another shift at work I just came home to grab something.” You lied.

“Bull fucking shit!” He spat.

He grabbed you by your throat lifting you up against the wall. His eyes were dark, knuckles bloody from punching the wall. “I get fucking fired from my god damn job only to come home to see you running back out? For what huh? To go fucking whore around some more?” He said. “No! There’s gonna be some fucking changes!” He screamed.

He dropped you to the floor before grabbing you by your wrist dragging you to the kitchen. “You’re gonna get another fucking job, you’re gonna start paying the other bills!” He spat. “You got it!”

When you didn’t answer right away he slapped more like punched you across the face. “Answer me bitch!” He said gritting his teeth. All you could do was nod scared for your life. You felt a warmth running down, your nose was bleeding.

“You’re fucking pathetic you know that, just like your fucking mother! That bitch. That bitch fucking deserved what she got! I’m glad she’s fucking dead!” He spat. Something had come over you at that point. You shoved back making him stumble backwards. You made a dash to the door luckily in his drunken stupor he stumbled getting back up. You ran. Not even bothering getting in your car afraid it take to long.

So you ran. You ran as fast as you could until you couldn’t anymore. You hid yourself in the bushes at the park panting. Trying to catch your breath as you fumbled to call changbin. “Hey angel” he said happily but when he heard you breathing heavy his heart sank. “Y/n what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked.

“I’m- I’m at the- park down- down the road- please” you stuttered out.

“Stay there I’m just down the road!” He said before grabbing his keys speeding to you.

He gripped the steering wheel afraid for what had happened. “Angel? I’m here!” He yelled out.

You peaked your head out, when he got a good look at you anger filled his body. ‘That mother fucker’ he snarled. There was no time to be angry right now though. You needed him. So desperately needed him.

He sat beside you pulling you into his arms. He took his jacket placing it around you as he whipped away the blood from your nose. He noticed the handprint mark around your neck, he gritted his teeth seething. You sobbed, holding onto him for dear life. He rubbed your back “ssh sh it’s ok angel, I’m here, I got you.” He said.

He rocked you back and forth letting your sobs subside before asking you anything. “Does it hurt?” He asked lifting your face to him looking over your nose and neck. You nodded. It hurt to swallow, hurt to breathe, everything just hurt. “Can I take you to the hospital?” He asked. You were hesitant but you nodded.

The car ride there all he could do was watch over you. Scared something could seriously be wrong. Cursing at himself for not being there. He was in the process of finding a new place. A new place so you could move in with him. The only reason you didn’t live with him now was for the fact he had other roommates and if the tenant found out about you they all could be evicted. He was gonna surprise you today with the good news, that he found a place. Close to his work and close to a bakery you had wanted to work at.

When he had gotten to the hospital they all looked at him like he had done it. They checked you over asked him a million questions. The cops being called from below to ask him questions. They weren’t completely shocked when they heard your dad’s name. He was notorious for his anger outbursts and violence. He had a list of charges that had gotten one being the man he punched at his old job. They wrote everything down, took pictures of your bruises and wounds. Asking you lots of questions before leaving.

“Y/n did you know you had a broken rib at one point?” A nurse asking you.

You shook your head.

“Looks like it happened a while ago, it fused back but not properly. You ever have sharp pains?” She asked.

“Yeah, she use to complain about side pains but they kinda just stopped.” Changbin chimed in.

“How is she right now?” Changbin asked.

“Nothings broken however you’re lucky, the pressure he had around your throat bruised your vocal cords. Any harder you could be looking at serious damage”

The nurse had left to grab some papers changbin took your hand into his. He kissed your cheek softly rubbing his thumb over yours. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there” he said softly.

You shook your head “I don’t want him hurting you either” you said looking up at him.

“I’m proud of you though, pushing back and getting yourself out of there. Your mom would be proud” he said with a small smile. His words made you smile a bit. “She definitely would.”

“I had some news to tell you” he said hoping this would make you smile.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m moving. Well we’re moving” he said with a smile. When you looked at him a bit confused his smile grew “I got a place for the two of us. Wish it could have happened sooner but-“ he said.

You wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly “we’re gonna live together? I’ll get to spend all the time with you?” You said eagerly.

“Yep! Got the keys today!”

When the door opened you thought it was the nurse however it was an officer. “Y/n we have your father in custody. Do you have a place to stay for the mean time?” He asked looking over at your boyfriend.

“I do, but can I go back and get something’s you asked.

The officer nodded “I’ll have to escort you because it’s a crime scene now.”

You nodded.

“Whenever you get discharged we can go alright?” He said before walking out.

After you went to the house grabbing your clothes, laptop and a few things you smiled saying good riddance to this place. You had the few things from your mom packed, having nothing more in this house for you.

Moving in with changbin was something to get use to. However he helped you every step of the way. You got into much needed therapy and after your father’s sentence you felt like things were going up. As a little house warming gift Changbin had surprised you with a cat. You had bonded with him with the many times he had taken you to the cat cafe. You always said how much you wanted him and now you had him. You had your little family now.

Changbin showered you in love as usual, never missing a chance to compliment you, praise you and tell you how much he loved you. You knew in your heart your mom wherever she was, she was happy. Happy seeing her little girl finally get out of the situation. To live her life to the fullest.

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skiller0dani · 4 months ago

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Going Home | Eleven

M A S T E R L I S T Doctor Who Masterlist

smut requests info w.c | 7k summary | you go home for a quick visit, and The Doctor leaves when he promised he was going to stay.

Welcome to my secret archive! This is a personal favorite that I have written. I hope you enjoy, and just remember some of the details may not line up bc I really didn't think they would get posted, as I wrote them for myself mostly. I hope you enjoy it anyway, there are no Doctor Who fics here or on Archive it's a travesty! So I thought I'd share my little collection with you all, enjoy my loves!

BTW I listened to The Long Song by Murray Gold for this piece. Also BTW, Eleven is my favorite Doctor followed by Ten. Also (I know shut up and let them read, Danielle) I'm AMERICAN LOL and I tried my best to make this seem Authentic to England, but it still has American twists to it, I don't mean to lol my culture is all I know.

CREDIT: Found the amazing Dividers at Firefly Graphics, check them out.

“I’ll just be a minute, just want to pop in and say hi.” You smile, reaching for your handbag to sling over your shoulder. The Doctor smiles from the other side of the console, he’s used to this. Bringing Humans to live with him in the Tardis usually means occasional visits home.

“Need me to tag along?” He asks, and you smile because you know he doesn’t really want to come. The Doctor has become hesitant in recent years to become over involved in his companions' families. You asked him why once, and he got this sad look on his face like he was remembering something. He didn’t tell you, but you knew whatever he was thinking of wasn’t good, so you didn’t ask.

“No, that’s okay. My mum doesn’t really like you anyway,” you tease with a light smile on your face. The Doctor’s mouth drops open in offense as he makes his way around the console towards you.

“What?! I haven’t done anything to that woman, she’s only met me one time!” The Doctor exclaims in disbelief. You chuckle as you look up at him, he’s stopped just barely a foot in front of you. You feel your heart begin to thrum unsteadily against your chest at the close proximity. You look up at him, your eyes meeting in a heated stare.

“Oh you mean the time when you knocked on the door, promised her you’d keep me safe, and took me away with you? That time? Yeah I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t like you.” You joke, sarcasm in your voice.

“You’re safe aren’t you? And I’m returning you, as promised.” He insists with a huff, leaning back against the console with his arms crossed.

“Wait, you’re not leaving are you? I’m just visiting-” You begin, and the worry in your voice makes The Doctor smile. He reaches up to tenderly brush his palm against your cheek, his thumb stroking gently.

“I’d never leave without you, promise.” His voice is soft, sincere and you believe him.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.” You smile, nervously leaning forward to press your lips against his cheek to give him a quick peck. Technically you and The Doctor aren’t together, and you clearly have feelings for him. You think he has feelings for you. You hope he does. Sometimes it's hard to tell with him. He has a small smile on his face as he watches you leave, flashing him another beautiful smile over your shoulder before you’re out the door. You see your parents' apartment building just ahead of you, and you’re already mentally preparing for the scolding you will receive in just a few minutes.

You weren’t entirely fibbing when you told The Doctor your Mum doesn’t like him. She doesn’t. According to her, he’s the reason you quit your job and broke up with your fiance, who was a highly respected Attorney. In actuality you never loved Todd, he was so mind numbingly boring compared to The Doctor. You know meeting The Doctor has ruined any possibility of ever having a relationship on Earth because no man will ever have a chance of competing with The Doctor, he’s sort of it for you. Not like you’d tell him that though, or anybody for that matter.

Nearly every star in the sky can be pinpointed back to him in some way, you wonder how dark and bleak the Universe would be if he didn’t exist. Everybody in this Universe owes their lives to him, and you’ll make sure he never forgets all the good he’s done. The Doctor tends to look at himself and see a monster, a selfish man who drags fragile Humans around with him to impress them, but you know that’s not true. Everybody needs a friend, even The Doctor...he just always seems to forget that.

So how the hell could Todd from Barnaby and Scott Law Firm compete with someone like that? Has he ever even saved a cat from a tree? No, not worth his time, but he’d be there to represent the cat in court after the poor thing fell. You laugh softly to yourself as you trudge up the last flight of stairs before you finally reach your parents floor. You anxiously check out the window one more time, and you see the Tardis is still parked out on the lawn just where it was before.

You’re not checking because you don’t trust him, or because you think he doesn’t want you to travel with him anymore but because The Doctor has a tendency to leave companions behind to keep them safe. He's already threatened to do it once when you wandered off and nearly got yourself killed. You don't think he actually would, he was just cross because you scared him. You approach your parents door, and hesitantly lift your hand to knock. You’re looking forward to seeing your Dad, your Mum not so much. You hear scrambling around and chairs scraping against the wood floors. The door flings open and you’re met with your 14 year old sister, Jeanie.

“Jeans!” You exclaim joyfully, throwing your arms around your beaming sister. She hugs you back tightly, peering over your shoulder curiously.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” She mumbles against your shoulder and you feel your chest seize and your face flush.

“Who- The Doctor?” You ask incredulously, and Jeanie simply nods.

“He- he isn’t my boyfriend Jeans, and he’s busy.” You dismiss her question as casually as you can, hoping your voice doesn’t give anything away as you make your way into your parents' spacious apartment. Your Father, Richard Scott, is a co-owner of Barnaby and Scott Law Firm, so you lived a privileged life. It’s also why your Mum was so dead set on you marrying Todd Farlan, who was conveniently employed at Barnaby and Scott.

“Busy! He’s always busy, he promised he’d bring me a Quadricycle!” Jeanie pouted, a look of disappointment on her face.

“And if he isn’t your boyfriend, then he should be.” She insists.

“Wait, what’s a Quadricycle?” You ask, disregarding her previous comment, which she doesn’t miss.

“Don’t pretend you’re not in love with him.” Jeanie teases, a dangerous and playful glint in her eye.

“Quit it Jeans, I am not. Oh, hi Dad.” You smile as you round the corner into the kitchen, to see your Dad sipping a cup of coffee in a pinstripe suit.

“My Happy girl has finally come back home! How long are you planning on staying this time?” He asks, and you love the lack of contempt in his voice.

“Not long I’m afraid, just a few hours for a visit. I missed you.” You admit, letting your Father crush you against his chest.

“Is that fellow of yours coming? The Doctor?” He asked, his eyes glancing back at the door. You shook your head, allowing your eyes to close as Dad rubs his hand up and down your back. Being in life threatening danger on a daily basis really made you miss your family, well Jeanie and your Dad anyway.

“No he’s…working. He says hi.” You’re only half-lying. The Doctor got a strange message on the psychic paper he’s checking the authenticity of, so he technically is working. Keys jingle in the door, and your heart instantly plummets into your stomach. It’s your Mum.

“Now Happy, you know how your Mother is. Just ignore her and put on a brave face, yeah?” Your Dad says, placing a hand on your shoulder once he feels the tension coming from you. Jeanie gave you a smile, dashing off to her room and you almost wished you could do the same. But you didn’t, you started getting busy on the dishes. Doing something else made it easier to ignore her. You can hear the clicking of her heels as she comes down the hallway, your Mother was the Headmistress of a Secondary School, and she acted like one.

“Oh so you decided to finally grace us with your presence, hm?” Your Mother says, her voice stern.

“Hello Mum.” Your voice is polite, fake polite. You turn to give her a smile, and you see her graying blonde hair pinned back and her glasses perched up on her beak shaped nose. Come to think of it, your Mother reminded you of a bird with a pinched up face. She scans you from head to toe, her eyes flickering over you from the tops of her narrow glasses.

“I suppose you look thin enough, a bit worn out though. What is that Doctor doing to you anyway?” Her voice is judgemental, accusatory as she places her black handbag down. She’s wearing a suit, a pantsuit, your Mother never wore skirts.

“Nothing Mum, he hasn’t done anything.” You say patiently, sighing a bit as you turn back to the dishes. He only saves my life practically everyday and still you say horrible things about him, you think bitterly to yourself.

“Give her a break Christine, she just got home.” Your Father says, and you could hug him all over again. Your Mother reaches into her bag, pulling out a stack of papers.

“Yes Richard I can see that, it’s perfect timing actually.” Your Mother begins and your Father swears under his breath.

“Christ Christine, not this shit again. I already told you those won't hold up in a court, it’s not the fucking 1800s!” Your Father snaps and you have to physically pick your jaw up, you hardly ever hear your Father swear.

“Dad, what're you talking about? What are those papers?” You ask, your anxiety spiking.

“Your Mother here has decided to write up a contract betrothing you to Todd Farlan.” Your Father explains hotly, this is clearly something they’ve argued about before. You feel your heart seize, and cold dread washes over you. You need to go back to the Tardis now, you never should have come home.

“What?” Your voice is small, you hate how afraid you sound. Your Father turns to face you, looking in your eyes.

“Happy, don’t forget I’m a lawyer. I won’t let anybody do anything to you against your will.” Your Father promises and you nod, avoiding your Mothers eyes.

“Richard let me talk to her. Alone.” Your Mother asks, tapping her heel impatiently against the kitchen tile. He doesn’t move.

“Oh for God sakes, I just want to talk to her. She’s my daughter.” Your Mother huffs, and you want to sink into the floor. Could your Mother really marry you off to Todd without your permission? She seems to be sure it’s going to happen, was she going to do this behind your back while you were gone? You’d come back suddenly married to Todd? You feel sick when you think about all of this. You regret telling The Doctor not to come, you wish he was here. You wanted him to swoop in and rescue you like he always does. But he’s outside tinkering in the Tardis and you told him not to be worried unless night has fallen and you still haven’t come back. He needs to make you a ‘help me!’ button that you can press and alert him you need his help. Like a Doctor Life Alert.

“It’s okay Dad. Just 5 minutes Mum.” You tell her, and you want your voice to sound stronger but it sounds so small and afraid. It’s hard for you to be brave when The Doctor isn’t around, he has this way of making you feel like you can do anything. He believes it too, even if you don’t. Your Dad leaves the kitchen, giving you an arm squeeze and a wink as he goes. You remain standing by the sink, a guarded look on your face as you cross your arms. Your Mother slides the stack of papers towards you.

“Just read them, I think you’ll find the terms aren’t as bad as you think. You loved this man once, would marrying him really be so awful?” Your Mother is giving you this look, this I love you and only want the best for you look, but you don’t believe her. Not anymore.

“I don’t love him anymore, and actually that sounds like a hell crafted specifically for me. I couldn’t imagine anything worse. The only thing I want in this world is to travel with The Doctor.” You say patiently, though you’re starting to losing your patience.

“Ah, not that stupid man again! You’re traveling with someone you don’t even know Y/N! You don’t even know his name!” She exclaims, frustrated.

“You wouldn’t understand.” You huff, you know the truth. You know that worlds would burn and the fabric of reality would split open if someone uttered The Doctor’s name at the wrong place, at the wrong time. His name is literally dangerous information, besides The Doctor suits him just fine.

“No, and I don’t care to anymore. That’s besides the point. I have it written up in this contract that you will be allowed to continue traveling with whomever you choose at your discretion.” Your Mother explains, and all of this is raising red flags in your head.

“That’s awfully kind, what’s the catch?” You ask, your voice flat and sarcastic. There’s a catch, there’s always a catch.

“You have to return home to produce children, an heir so to speak for his family's prestigious name and fortune. Once you have given him a male heir, you are free to do whatever you like.” Your Mother explains, like this is all normal stuff. Like the two of you are discussing the shopping, debating wheat bread versus rye.

“Oh my God. So if I sign this, I have to come home to have sex, squeeze out a baby and then I’m free to do what I’m already doing without all that nonsense? Sign me right up!” You snap, pushing past her to head towards the front door.

“You get security for life Y/N! Knowing you’ll be taken care of when this little phase of yours has passed. A life to come back to!” Your Mother insists as you quickly gather your things. Jeanie has slowly emerged from her room by now, watching you gather your things with sad eyes.

“This isn't a phase! I have a life. A good life.” Is the last thing you say before you slam the door and barrel for the stairs. Tears blur your vision as you stumble down the stairs, you need to get out of here as soon as possible, you doubt you’ll ever come back. You’ll run away with The Doctor and stay gone. The Tardis is your home now anyway, you love her. You push through the doors of the complex building and look up to where the Tardis is parked only to see that she’s gone.

“No, where did he go?” You cry, your tears coming out heavier. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“No, no Doctor, where are you? I need you, you idiot!” You cry softly, your chest tightening when you realize you’ll have to go back to your parents apartment to wait for him. You know he’s coming back, he is. He wouldn’t leave you here, you know he wouldn’t. He’s going to come back and get you. He promised.

The Tardis lands in the lawn, just where it was before and The Doctor rushes for the doors. He hopes he timed it correctly because you’ll be cross with him if he’s late. He just had a quick errand to run, which was actually picking up your favorite and rare snacks from around the galaxy. He knows visits home are difficult for you because of your Mother so he made you a little care package for when you get back. It also has bath spa stuff, and some of your favorite movies.

The Doctor won’t admit his feelings for you to even himself, he’s literally never breathed the words aloud. The feelings he has for you are a lot like the Tardis, bigger on the inside. So big they fill every corner of his mind and consume his every thought with you. Where are you? Are you safe? What are you doing? Do you miss him? Do you think about going home? The list goes on, everything he does is for you. Every time he’s fighting to protect the Universe, he’s mostly fighting to protect you. Them too, but mostly you.

He throws the doors open and instantly both hearts have dropped to his stomach. It’s evening, and not only that but according to the newspaper- it’s evening and 4 months from when he dropped you off. He left you here, with your Mother, for 4 months. The Doctor is immediately sprinting for the stairs, you’re never going to forgive him for this. He makes it up the stairs in record time, turning for your parents door and knocking frantically. Nobody answers, so he keeps on pounding and he doesn’t care if he wakes everybody up. He knows your Mother, remembers the horrible stories you’ve told him about her, he needs to get you out of here now.

Eventually the door opens to reveal Jeanie standing in a tank top and fuzzy pajama pants. She smiles when she sees him, her face bright.

“Doctor!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around him. She adores him even though she’s only met him a few times.

“Thank goodness you’re here. Are you here to get Y/N?” She asks and The Doctor looks over the top of her head into your family's apartment. The lights are on, and it looks like Jeanie is the only one home.

“Hello Jeanette! Yes, she in?” He asks, already making his way inside the apartment. Jeanie kicks the door shut with her foot, heading back into the living room where her movie was paused. The Doctor is the only one who calls Jeanie by her full name, 'Jeanette', and surprisingly he's the only one she lets call her that.

“Wait, why did you say that? 'Thank Goodness'?” He asks, turning and bending down to look right in Jeanie’s eyes.

“Well it’s just that my Mum has been horrible to her, wrote up this contract to marry her off.” Jeanie explains and The Doctor feels dread ball up in the pit of his stomach. Marry? As in marriage? As in you’d be marrying another man? The Doctor doesn’t say anything as he races down the hallway to your bedroom door.

You’re sitting at your desk, your chest aching. You know he’s coming back, that’s not even a question in your mind. He’s just…late sometimes. You really have no idea how long you’ll be waiting here for him, could be a few months, could be many years. You have been ignoring your Mother and the contract. It’s laying out on your desk, you admittedly read it. If you had 3 brain cells and the talents of a half-dead gnat you’d see your Mothers point. The terms could be worse, but your life after signing this contract would be a living hell. You’d have to have sex with Todd, and the thought of ever letting him touch you again was appalling. The thought of carrying and birthing his children was even more appalling. You just wanted The Doctor here so bad, you wanted him to sweep you away back into your little dream life you shared with him. Your chest ached as hot tears stung your eyes, where is he?

Suddenly, at that exact moment, you hear rapid and harsh knocking on your door.

“Y/N? Open the door, it’s me. I’m so sorry I’m late sweetheart.” It’s The Doctor, you can hear the panic in his voice through the wood of your door. Your bedroom door doesn’t have a lock, so he can enter if he wants to but The Doctor has this silly rule that he’ll never enter your space without your permission. You stand, the relief fading away to anger. He left you here, for 4 months! You cross your arms, you want him to grovel a little.

“Please, darling open the door. Let me explain.” He begs softly, not hearing anything on the other side of your door. You creep closer to your door, you can hear him breathing heavily on the other side. Your chest warms, did he sprint all the way up here from the Tardis?

“I didn’t mean to leave you here sweetheart, I promise I didn’t. You know the Tardis, she does what she wants! I didn’t leave you here on purpose, please talk to me.” The Doctor tries again, pressing his forehead against the door. Your fingers trail lightly over the handle, you’re not ready to open the door yet. Not ready to ease his panic, not after he left you for 4 months. Hearing the pet names is helping, though you won’t tell him that.

“Y/N, is this because you want to marry that man your Mother is trying to ship you off to?” The Doctor asks hesitantly, afraid that you’ll answer the door with a diamond engagement ring on your finger. You open the door, and the first thing you do is slap him hard across the cheek. Tears are building in your eyes, and you want to stay strong. You want to stay mad at him for what he did, but the desperation in his eyes as he looks down at you breaks your heart. When the first tear falls, The Doctor is back in your space. His thumb brushes the tear away while his arms pull you against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tenderly, one hand cradling your head against his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes while muttering soft apologies against your hair.

You pull back to look at him your voice thick with tears, “I don’t want to marry Todd. I’ve been waiting for you, you complete idiot.”

The Doctor presses you firmly against him, guilt beginning to seep in. He hates that he hurt you, he hates that when you needed him he wasn’t here. He hates that he left you. You turn your head to look up at him again, The Doctor’s hand still cupping your cheek. His other hand reaches up to cup your other cheek, his eyes studying yours. You hold your breath, eyes glancing from his to his lips. Is he going to kiss you? You want him to kiss you, really bad. He pulls you closer to him, and then he does it. He can’t help it, the way your watery eyes are looking up at him tempt him to you. He presses his lips gently against yours for a soft kiss. He tries to pull back, but you curl your hands around his jacket and pull him back to you roughly.

The Doctor’s body collides with yours, and his arms curl around your back as your lips move desperately against his. You can tell he intended for this to be a soft and sweet kiss, he’s old fashioned like that. But you’ve been waiting for this for so long, you can’t control your hands as they pull him closer to you, as close as he can get. You want to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours. But his hands press against your shoulders, pushing you back lightly. He doesn’t let you get too far though, he keeps his arms around you and your body pressed firmly against his. His eyes are wide, and there’s a cheeky grin pulling at his face.

“Well hello.” The Doctor says softly, his forehead resting against yours. Your cheeks color, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. You hate that you’re so much shorter than him, he however revels in this fact.

“Shall we go home?” He asks, stepping into your room to grab your handbag. He spots the contract sitting on your desk, flipped open to the 197th page, and a highlighter sitting on top.

“Y/N, were you considering this?” He asks, both hearts nervously racing. In truth, you weren’t. You just had nothing better to do waiting for him then look over this stupid contract. However, you still wanted to make The Doctor squirm a little.

“Maybe...how was I to know when you’d come back? You said you accidentally left Amy for 12 years. How was I supposed to know you would come back so soon!” You exclaim, loving the way he anxiously shifts from foot to foot.

“So you were?” He asked, wounded sad eyes looking up at you.

“He was good in bed.” You lie, he was terrible in bed and you only slept with him the one time. It was so awful you never did it again, he didn’t warm you up and finished in 30 seconds. The Doctor stiffens, a much different look in his eyes now. Something fierce and angry shines in them, and his hands begin to twitch.

“Have you slept with him recently? Since you’ve been waiting for me?” The Doctor asked, and he knows he doesn’t really have a right to ask. He shouldn’t, it’s improper enough to make him blush, usually. Now however, he’s too angry to pay attention to how improper and forward it is.

“What would you do if I said yes?” You asked softly, eyes peering up at him as he slowly approached you. The Doctor wrapped one arm around your body, yanking you against him. You were breathless as your hands landed on his chest, your lust blown eyes staring up at him almost dreamily. His lips were brushing against yours, you could feel his breath.

“Has he seen you? Touched you? Recently?” The Doctor asks again, although this one sounded more like a demand than a question. He ghosts his lips over yours, and you so desperately want him to kiss you again.

“No, no I was just trying to make you angry.” You admit wantonly, pressing yourself against him and trying to lean up on your tippy toes to connect your lips. The Doctor hums, allowing you a short but heated kiss before he pulls back again.

“You did.” He confirms, kissing you once, twice, three times before the sound of the front door closing gets both your attention. You exit your room first, and the sight before you makes anger bubble in your chest. It’s your Mother, standing in the living room with Todd Farlan. The man you will not be marrying. He doesn't look like he wants to be here, your Mother likely made him.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, feeling a warm presence behind you. Your Mother narrows her eyes at The Doctor, especially at the close proximity between the two of you.

“Is this why you’ve been so impertinent? Because you love this man?” Your Mother sneers, and Todd looks very uncomfortable.

“Yes! I love The Doctor, and nothing you say or do will change that. I’m not going to marry Todd.” You snap, and you feel The Doctor gently take your hand in his. You pull him towards the door, sending your little sister a sad smile before exiting the apartment. The two of you walk back to the Tardis in silence, but your hand stays wrapped safely in his. You realize suddenly that you really do feel safe with The Doctor in all ways, you know your heart is safe with him too. He opens the door for you and your eyes water at the basket sitting on the console. It’s filled with all of your favorite things, things for a perfect relaxing day in.

“Did you do that?” You ask, knowing there’s nobody else who could have done it.

“It's why I was late.” He says sadly, eyes meeting yours when you move to stand right in front of him. You don’t say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly. Now that he’s kissed you, you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. His hands find your hips and he gives you a small smile.

“It’s alright, I forgive you.” You say softly, and he presses his forehead against yours.

“Doctor?” You breathe, you squirm as you feel a nervous wriggling in your belly. You can’t really believe you’re about to say this, but the aching from between your thighs is unbearable and only he can fix it. He hums, his attention on you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

“I…I want-” You cut yourself off, you can’t say this. You can’t. The Doctor already knows what you want, can see it in the way your fingers play absentmindedly with the button of his trousers. He really wants to hear you say it though.

“What do you want, my love? C’mon darling, use your words.” The Doctor prods gently, and you squirm under his knowing gaze.

“More.” You reply, your voice small and quiet. The Doctor presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

“More what?” He asks, and you give him a look that says, you’re really going to make me say it?

“More kissing, more touching.” You explain shyly, and The Doctor’s smile only grows. The Doctor’s hands lift you up from under your thighs, you sequel in surprise as your legs wrap around his hips. You can feel him hardening in his trousers, and you moan softly when he presses against your aching center. His arms wind around your back, pressing you close to him as his lips press to your neck. The sound makes a shiver ripple down his spine, he wants to hear you make that sound again and again and again. The Doctor isn’t paying attention to where he’s going, being far too occupied with your quiet moaning to look so the Tardis helps and materializes your room right in front of him.

He stumbles through the door and to your bed, placing you gently onto it. He leans back and looks down at you, the stunning view in front of him not one he wants to take his eyes off anytime soon. Your loose tank top you’d been wearing for bed has slipped down, your breasts practically spilling out of it. Your pajama shorts were hiking up, revealing more and more of your thighs. The Doctor feels nearly overwhelmed with lust, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He doesn’t want to hurt you because he’s lost himself in a lust-filled frenzy.

“Is this alright?” The Doctor asks softly, and you nod. You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It warms him up from the inside out, and he leans down over you to kiss you again. He moves slowly, languidly, softly against your lips as he lays you more firmly against the mattress. He is old fashioned after all, and is it not the gentlemans job to take care of all his loves needs? The Doctor’s hands thumb the hem of your tank top, and you lean up to let him lift it off you. Your bare chest is instantly revealed to him, you were about to go to bed, you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Your cheeks color and warm.

“Beautiful my love, absolutely beautiful.” The Doctor breathed in awe, leaning down to press his lips against your soft skin. His lips landed between your breasts and The Doctor closed his eyes, it’s been a very long time since he has even attempted to indulge this rather primal need. Not since he was with his wife on Gallifrey, and even she passed a few years before the Time War- point is: it’s been a really really long time and The Doctor is struggling to restrain himself. His lips travel across your breasts, stopping at your nipple to bite gently and pull a few soft, desperate moans from you.

“Please don’t go anywhere.” You beg suddenly, and the desperation hiding in your tone makes The Doctor’s chest hurt.

“I won’t my love, I’m here. I’ll take care of everything, just lay back alright?” The Doctor says lovingly, and you can only nod dumbly. He hooks his thumbs into your shorts and presses a kiss to your hip bone before pulling them down and off your feet, tossing them behind him. He feels a swell of heat rush through his entire body, and he is rock hard by now. You aren’t wearing any panties, and he can instantly see your wet cunt. He can smell your wet cunt, being a Time Lord has that effect. It’s intoxicating, and slowly driving him mad. He takes your ankles and roughly yanks you down the bed, his composure is slipping.

“How long?” You ask, you can feel his palms shaking. Can see how lost and unfocused his eyes are. They are scanning your entire body, and he’s mouthing hotly at your neck and breasts. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, holding him firmly to you.

“Too long.” Is what he mumbles against you, his fingers reaching up to unbutton his vest. His jacket has long since been thrown off, and his bowtie discarded in the pile somewhere as well.

“You have so many layers.” You whine, and The Doctor smiles at the neediness in your tone. He presses your hips together then, momentarily holding onto your hips so he can grind himself against you.

“Patience my love.” He smiles, finally shaking off his vest and shirt. Your hands are instantly exploring his smooth warm chest, touching all the skin that’s been revealed to you. He leans over you again, his lips pressing against yours. His lips move slowly against yours, and you moan softly against his mouth. The Doctor trails his hands down your stomach lightly, and along your inner thighs. You’ve parted your legs wider to make room for him, and the Doctor reaches down to release some pressure in his trousers. He unbuttons them and yanks the zipper down, releasing a sigh as some of the suffocating pressure is released.

“More.” You beg against his lips softly, and how could The Doctor deny such a request from his love? He trails his hands up your inner thighs, and he finally parts your folds gently, feeling for your entrance.

“Oh,” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The Doctor carefully slides 2 fingers inside you, and you moan at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry my love, was that too much?” The Doctor asks, panic seeping in that he’s done something wrong because he can’t control his impulses. But to his surprise, you shake your head quickly, your head tossed to the side and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“No, please keep going, my love.” You beg quickly, wriggling your hips so he starts moving. The Doctor smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck as he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a slow and steady pace, he wants to take you apart lovingly, carefully, not rough and hasty. That’s not what you deserve. You moan louder, more desperately as your back arches and you press your bare chest against his.

The Doctor is having a hard time believing this is really happening.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, and you can feel your orgasm slowly building. The Doctor pulls back to look at your face, and the look on your face takes his breath away. Your head is tossed back against the pillow, your eyes closed and your mouth parted as you moan and cry out in his ear. The Doctor thinks this right here might be heaven, and he doesn’t even believe in heaven.

“I’m going to come, oh God Doctor please please-” You’re rambling, and The Doctor keeps moving his fingers. You squeeze around him suddenly, coming and gushing around him. The Doctor groans against your neck, his cock throbbing in his trousers at the sight of you soaked and twitching from oversensitivity. After a few minutes of The Doctor pressing gentle kisses to your neck, chest and collarbones while you recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at him again.

“More.” You said again and The Doctor smiled fondly above you, and he swears if it were possible, there would be cartoon hearts circling above his head.

“Are you sure you can handle more my love?” The Doctor asks softly and you nod quickly.

“Yes please, I um… I want to feel you inside me. I want to be yours.” You admit, avoiding looking in his eyes by trailing your fingers across the moles and occasional freckles across his neck and shoulders. The Doctor’s mind goes completely blank at your words, the lust overpowering everything else. Your words go straight to his cock, and he presses his lips against yours quickly.

“You’re already mine.” He promises between kisses and you believe him. You reach your hand down, pushing at his trousers and boxers beneath. The Doctor helps you finish undressing him, and he kicks his trousers off to the side before leaning over you again.

“Y/N, my love, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” The Doctor asks, he needs to ask. Needs to know you want this, needs to know you won’t come to your senses later and realize you made a mistake. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Sex was not something that was casual to The Doctor, he didn’t have sex ever. Unless it was with someone he really, truly loved.

“Yes I’m sure, please I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you.” You beg, eliminating any fear from The Doctor’s mind of you changing your mind. The Doctor leaned back then, grasping the base of his cock with one hand while he braced himself over you with the other. He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging his tip from your entrance to your clit to warm you up. The Doctor pressed his lips against yours, he was a romantic at heart. He wanted, needed, to be close to you. He eased himself into you as soon as your lips touched, and your back rose, pressing your chest against him as you cried out sharply.

“You’re so big oh my God-” You gasp, and The Doctor cradles you lovingly against him and he slowly works himself inside you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, Time Lords weren’t designed to breed with Humans. There’s a bit of a size difference.” He explains, his voice strained. You’re so tight, so wet and warm, and you’re squeezing him so so tightly. Once The Doctor has his pelvis pressed flush against yours he stays still, to calm the racing of his hearts. You’re squirming against him, gasping and moaning as slick gushes out of you. The intrusion is intense, and the stretch it takes to accommodate him burns.

“Darling, is it too much? Do you need me to stop?” The Doctor asks when he notices the pain on your face, even though the thought of stopping now seems impossible.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, eyes watery as you look up at him. The Doctor holds your body against his, propping himself on his forearms above you. Your legs wind around his waist, and your arms grasp at his shoulders. The Doctor kisses your forehead as he pulls his hips back, all the way back until just the tip is inside you. Then he swiftly slides back into you at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. You cry out desperately as he steadily thrusts into you, panting against your shoulder. The Doctor pulls his head back to watch where you two connect, the place where both of you become one. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you again and again makes The Doctor feel tingly and warm all over.

The Doctor leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, and you moan against him as your legs begin to tremble.

“Going to come-” You whine desperately, and The Doctor changes the angle of his hips just enough to make your toes curl and tears to slip from the corners of your eyes. The Doctor reaches one hand up to swirl at your clit, rubbing it in soft, gentle circles. The other hand cups your cheek, wiping gently at your tears.

“Come for me my love, I want to feel you.” The Doctor breathes and that’s all you need to tumble over the edge. You squeeze around him, and your nails bite into his shoulders, dragging upwards as you cry out and writhe against him. The Doctor curls his arms around your body to try and hold you still, and your eyes meet his and it’s simply erotic.

“Keep looking at me.” The Doctor instructs and you force your eyes open so you can keep looking at him. The pleasure is overwhelming, he keeps thrusting and it keeps going, the hot pleasure washing over you.

“Where do you want me to- God- to come my love?” The Doctor asks and you know where instantly.

“Inside me, please please come inside me.” You beg, and The Doctor groans against you as he buries his face in your neck. The Doctor keeps pushing into you, until he presses himself as deep as he can go and you feel him coming inside you in hot spurts. The Doctor presses his forehead against yours, and you feel him softening inside you.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks, but you don’t respond. The Doctor pulls back instantly, his hands cradling your face. Your eyes are closed. Panic spikes hot in his chest, did he hurt you? Time Lords and Humans don’t normally have sex, was it too much for you?

“Y/N, my love, open your eyes.” The Doctor pleads, and you slowly peek one eye open. A smile tugs at your lips when you see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m just relaxing, you worry too much.” You tease, and The Doctor releases a shaky breath.

“You scared me.” He says, carefully pulling himself out of your warm heat. You whine, lazily grabbing at his hips as he withdraws himself from you.

“I have to clean you up my love.” The Doctor whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hairline as he scoops you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and places you gently on the counter. The counter is cold beneath your heated skin and you jump when he puts you down. The Doctor kisses your temple before leaning down to draw your bath. After the water has started to fill the tub, he turns for the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask nervously, you don’t want him to go. The Doctor smiles fondly at you, kissing your head.

“I’ll be right back my love, I’m going to get all that fancy bath stuff I got you.” The Doctor kisses you and then retreats from the bathroom. You smile to yourself, feeling happiness overwhelming you before you slide into the warm bath water.

#doctor who #doctor who smut #11th doctor #11th doctor smut #loving smut #soft smut #soft doctor #smut

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chocotonez · 2 years ago

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skz realizing they love their s/o

a/n: this was so cute why didn’t I get to this earlier I’m so sorry </3 thank u for requesting!

warnings/genre: fluff, slight angst (?), food, body issues (not for the reader), gn reader but lmk if anything implies otherwise or if anything else should be tagged!

chan

-he realizes he loves you very spontaneously and not in a really dramatic sense

-he’s just watching you working on something at your desk, and he can’t help but have his gaze soften as he admires every inch of you

-for some reason his heart just suddenly swells w/ how much he loves you, it’s almost unbearable for him

-you feel him staring for a couple of seconds before laughing and looking over to him and he nearly doubles over with how much he loves your laugh, your smile, being next to you, how can just sitting in silence with someone be so enjoyable?

-“why are you looking at me like that?”

-“I just love you so much.”

lee know

-he realizes he loves you when he watches you play with his cats

-you’re just so kind to them it’s so adorable

-he walks over and is like :> “whatcha doing cutie” and you look up at him and smile and he died a little inside

-he sits down next to you and helps you feed the babies treats

-he admires you and is unable to stop himself from grinning like an idiot because what did he ever do to deserve you?

-he rested his head on your shoulder, reaching for your free hand, and he just knew in that moment that he loved you

changbin

-he realizes he loves you when you tell him how pretty he is

-you guys were out with friends and they teased changbin for his height and whatnot and the second you got into the car with him you asked him if he was okay

-he’s p used to jokes like that as he can be a bit self-deprecating himself so he just shrugged, but then you grabbed his face

-“binnie, you know you’re perfect right? you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, you know that right?”

-he looked at you like you were his whole world, and in that moment it definitely felt like it

-“I love you.”

hyunjin

-he realizes he loves you when you burst into the company building with hot takeout, completely soaked except for a coat wrapped in plastic and the hot takeout clutched to your chest

-he took public transit to do some practice, and suddenly the storm got so bad it would be ridiculous to go out and walk back to the metro in this weather. the second you heard this you dropped whatever you were doing, wrapped your coat in a bag so he could use it, and ran to him

-“hyunjin! are you okay? why didn’t you tell me you were stuck here?” you fussed over him, he’s laughing at how worried you are and he just pats your head

-“why are you so worried?” “because I love you, duh.”

-his heart just swells, and he walks over to kiss your forehead. “I love you too.”

han

-he realizes he loves you after an argument

-you snapped at him for being so possessive when you two weren’t even really “official”, and that made him sick

-he didn’t want to have to say the obvious, you guys are pretty much together, isn’t that enough?

-but when you left his apartment he broke down crying, because as much as he didn’t want to confront it he loved you and couldn’t let you go because of his fears

-so running to your place, opening your door, finding you and wrapping you in his arms

-“I love you, I’m sorry. I want to be with you, officially, not like this—I love you.”

felix

-he realizes he loves you after a performance

-he’s walking backstage and sees you sitting there, chatting with some backstage crew with eight drinks for the boys, and when you look up and smile at him he has to stop himself from fainting

-“I got you all drinks and food!” and then he looks to see the stylists and crew also eating well, and he realizes just how kind you are, how lovely you are, he’s losing his mind

-he sits down next to you, taking your hand and kissing your cheek, “how much? this is a lot.”

-“hm? just eat well and stay healthy lix, that’s all I want.” you said it so nonchalantly, how did you not know you were making him want to run laps?

-“I love you.”

seungmin

-he realizes he loves you while watching you sleep (not in a weird way I swear!)

-he got home a lot later than he hoped, and found you sleeping on your shared bed, phone on the floor and hand outstretched. Were you waiting for him?

-he walked over, plugging your phone in and looking down at you. There was something about this scene that felt so domestic, would this be what it felt like to wake up next to you each morning?

-he brushed some hair out of your face, kissing your forehead

-whatever this feeling was, he’s glad it was with you.

-“I love you,” he whispered, so quiet it was almost as if he was reminding himself it was possible to love someone this much.

jeongin

-he realizes he loves you suddenly and spontaneously

-he texted you asking for fast food and to hang out at two in the morning, and not even thirty minutes later you were outside his door, mostly as a joke

-“can we watch a movie?” you asked, while he was internally freaking out

-you looked so cute, he just wanted to hug you and kiss you all over your face and!!! you really came :(

-“I didn’t think you’d actually come, it was mostly a joke.” “why would I miss out on hanging out with you and eating fast food?”

-n you kissed his cheek and went to go sit down on the couch and as he watched you with so much adoration, he loved you. he could confidently say that.

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff

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plush-rabbit · 1 year ago

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Spots and Stops

Continuation to Cookies and Cream this isn't really a fix-it fic, cause like i got like a request to do so and i'll defs try to, but also i got like two people who wanted a part 2 so here it is

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: People wanted a part two and i want to please the masses, and i have ideas so like here you go

Regret is all that you know. It consumes you, starting at your chest, making it ache the entire day, and settles in your stomach to the point that you can’t consume anything without it tasting bitter. You should have reacted better. You should have held him and told him that him being spotted wasn’t a dealbreaker.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you did everything wrong. He needed you. He needed someone, and he came to you. Somewhere, he thought to himself, that you would have accepted him, past your fear, past your hesitations and desires. He thought that you would want him.

In your entire relationship, you never thought that he would have ever been wrong. But he was, and in the worst way imaginable.

You have to force yourself to hide what belonged to him. You can’t bear to look at it- at him, at what used to be his. You hold his nightshirts in your hand, staring at them for far too long, lost in thought of what could have been. You really did think that you two would be together for a long time.

The fabric is wrinkled, the tag of the shirt curled in on itself and frayed at the edges. His toothbrush is still next to the faucet, and his face wash remains untouched. You can’t bring yourself to throw it away.

He won’t return. You won’t see him again, and as selfish and awful it is of you to keep something of the man that you rejected- you need to keep his things. You need to keep his shirts, and pants. You need to keep his skincare products. You need to keep his toothbrush. You need to keep some part of him with you.

A part of you wants him to return. You want him to come back; you want to take him up on that deal of starting fresh, of how he won’t hold what you said against you. How he was so willing to hide himself, just to stay with you. At some point, you expected to come into your home and find his stuff gone- the final sign that he has left your life- that he took what was his when you weren’t home. But he hadn’t. And he won’t. He would always listen to you. Always respected your wishes, and the final one was for him to leave.

You’re an awful person. You’re sickening. Tears dot on his shirt, and you place it beside you on the edge of the bed. Your knuckle wipes harshly at your eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, you force yourself to think of something happy. You don’t deserve to grieve the loss of the relationship. Not when you still have a home. A job. Loved ones. You have it all. He doesn’t. If anyone deserves to cry, it’s Jonathan.

You think of kittens and puppies.

You think of how his voice broke when he called your name.

You think of a memory with a friend where you had a picnic.

You think of how you couldn’t handle his touch.

You think of how he would hold your hand, and act as if it were the greatest honor to do so.

You think of him crying without a face.

You think of him lonely, and cold out in the night.

You bite your lips harshly, desperate to bring yourself back to your senses.

The sound of the city is alive outside your window. Lights flash, colors change, and you stand in the middle of your room, willing yourself not to cry.

You unlock the door, and throw your jacket on the couch. It slips and you pull a face at the audacity of having to pick it up. In your hand, you clutch the phone and listen to your friend talk.You shake the jacket, ridding it of any dirt that could have attached itself from the floor.

“Mhm,” you hum, kicking off your shoes and turning on the standing lamp, turning the knob to let a warm glow illuminate the room. You think you hear something somewhere, but you reason to yourself that it must be a pipe. “No, no. I get it. I mean, if it were me, I think I would have liked died.” Your grin is sharp when you hear your friend laugh.

“Exactly. So, that’s why I can never return to that specific bubble tea shop. Honestly, I just- it was so embarrassing,” they whine. You hear them sigh over the phone, and you stretch yourself over the couch, letting your head fall back. “Anyways, how was the date?” Your mouth pulls into a frown. “It’s been a good minute since-” they trail off, not wanting to mention his name, and you whisper a silent “thank you” at the courtesy. “Did you have fun?”

You straighten yourself back on the couch, pulling yourself close to yourself. “It was okay,” you mumble. “I don’t- I mean, he was nice and stuff, but I don’t know. I don’t really see it going anywhere.” You ate across from your date, and you wished that it was Jonathan.

“It doesn’t have to go anywhere,” the counter. “You can just have fun. You’re allowed to have fun after your last relationship.” You clench your jaw. “I know you really liked him, but he’s- you know.” You’re trying to find your words, but none come to mind. “You’re a catch- honest. You’re allowed to go on dates and enjoy yourself.”

Tears sting in your eyes, and you swallow the lump that’s made itself into your throat. “Yeah, you’re right,” you agree, without even trying to add faux emotion into your words.

“You uh-” they clear their throat- “Have you heard from him? Or about him? It’s kinda hard for a guy covered in-”

“I gotta go,” you mumble, not waiting for a response before you end the call. You toss the phone to the other end of the couch. You close your eyes, trying to steady your thoughts, and on the other end of the couch, you hear your phone buzz.

There’s another sound in your apartment, and you hope that it’s an intruder. You hope that they rob you blind and leave no witnesses. You hope- selfishly hope- that you can be put out of your misery without having to do anything. Then maybe, you wouldn’t have to feel guilt and regret eat away at you. You wouldn’t have to go on anymore dates or live in an apartment with items that don’t belong to you.

The room spins and closes in on itself and it’s difficult to breathe. Your chest feels as if it’s being crushed, held tightly with the palms of guilt and regret, squeezed until your ribs would splinter and heart would burst. Your breaths are quick and uneven. A hand clutches at your chest, and the other muffles any cries with the palm. You haven’t grieved, and the date that you went on, only confirmed that you shouldn’t. You tossed out your previous partner when he needed you the most. He cried in front of you, begged for you to accept him and you couldn’t. You’re able to continue your life as if nothing happened, he doesn’t have that same luxury. Even if you weren’t the one to cause the incident, you’re positive that you caused something worse to happen to him.

You miss him, but you shouldn’t be allowed to miss him.

Loneliness covers you in a warm blanket. It’s suffocating, and burning, holding you down as you wrap your arms around yourself. There is no comfort that you bring to yourself. There is no one that you can call. You wheeze and hold yourself. Tears burn themselves onto your face, and drip down your chin. You close your eyes tightly, biting on the bottom of your lip. You can’t cry. You won’t cry. You won’t allow yourself to feel bad about the ending of a relationship that you brought upon yourself.

Nearby, you hear a door click open, and footfalls thump softly against your floor. There’s a knock somewhere- too rhythmic to be a pipe or anything of the sort. You cry more, hiding your face in your palms, hoping that whoever is there will take pity. There’s another knock, and you shrink in on yourself. You can’t mumble anything other than a plea for nothing and anything. Finally, the other person speaks.

Your name is said softly, and you don’t respond. “I- I know you don’t want to see me, but are you okay?” Your chest shakes and heaves. You’re being tortured, you have to be. You’ve thought about him for far too long that you’ve begun to hallucinate his voice. “Do you need anything? I can um- I can get you a drink?” You take in a wheezing breath, one that hurts your lungs and chest. You hear rushed steps that echo away and come back in a flurry, and something blue is placed in front of you. You peek through the gaps between your fingers, and grab at a tissue.

Time seemingly doesn’t pass for as long as you cry. You sit there, whimpering and sniffling. You must look pathetic to him. And even then, he stands there. The thought of his previous form is what you picture. Picturing him as who he is now, only makes you cry harder.

You tried to get over your silly fear. You forced yourself to look at spots and holes in clusters. You forced yourself to eat cookies and cream flavored snacks. Even after all that exposure therapy, it still made you sick to look at spots.

This isn’t fair. None of this is. You wish that he had met someone better before he became what he is.

You bite the inside of your cheeks and look at him through wet lashes. You can’t even tell if he’s thin or not. His body is too off- too stretched at the limbs and compressed at the torso. You can’t remember if he looked like this all those nights ago.

“I know you told me to get out but I needed some stuff.” His voice rushes at the end, and he shifts his weight, tightening his hands around the clothes and pulling it close to his body. You watch as their clothes and other items fall into a hole, and fall in a crumpled pile near the door. You turn back to look at him. “I meant to do that,” he says weakly. He clears his throat, and stands taller. “I’m allowed to come in here and get my stuff. Okay? That’s fair.” The holes swirl around, thin black lines that wrap around the edge of the circle, smaller, black dots that linger around the bigger holes. You turn your head, tears still making their way down over the curve of your face. “But um, are you okay?” He connects his hands, and fiddles with his fingers, and you can picture who he was before.

Even after everything, he still asks if you’re okay. He does the one thing that you didn’t do for him.

You should tell him no. You should be honest. It’s not as if lying will do any good, especially at this state. Your face is wet, and you’ve cried. In the corner of your eye, you see your former partner stand and tilt their head, trying to get a better look at you.

Looking at him hurts in a way that it hadn’t before. “I’m sorry,” you say in a quiet voice. He doesn’t respond. “I’m so sorry,” you repeat, lowering your head. “I’m really sorry.” You cry, hiding your face in your hands once more. “I’m so sorry,” you wail, gasping for breath. Your shoulders shake, and your chest hurts. “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” you say as you gasp for breaths.

He stays silent, and you hope that for his sake, he left you. You hope that he’s the one who gets to leave.

Only quivering breaths that are coupled with a flushed face and teary eyes are the remnants that you mourned. Faintly, you remember a time where he held you, where he came home to find you crying, and how he raised over still in his work attire to hold you and rock you to sleep. You blink rapidly to rid yourself of that memory.

He sits beside you, and he’s made sure to keep his distance, perched on the other side of the couch. He turns to you, and your tissues crumble and drop to the carpet. “You look nice,” he compliments. “I always liked that color on you,” he mumbles, looking away.

You nod. “I went on a date.” Bile burns your throat at the admission.

“Oh.” Jonathan pats his thighs, and his nails claw, the spots seemingly swimming away from his touch. “Lucky guy.” He pauses, and clearing his throat, he turns to you. “How did it go?” He asks slowly.

“I didn’t like the guy.” Your shoulders slump, and tears prick your eyes once more. “Um-” your voice cracks, and in the corner of your eye, you see his hand jump, reaching over to comfort you, before having to pull himself back. “He was nice. But I wasn’t-” You stop yourself. You weren’t what? You weren’t ready? After all this time, after the break-up that you initiated, you weren’t ready to put yourself back out there. You weren’t feeling the date because it wasn’t what you wanted? You didn’t want him. You wanted- You clear your throat. “I don’t think I’m going to see him again,” you mumble. You cast a glance over to where he watches you, the hole where his face should be, spiraling and growing smaller under your gaze. “Have you been seeing anyone?”

He snorts despite the lack of features. “People aren’t really fond of my new look.” You wince and turn back to look at the floor. “But it’s fine.”

“How have you been?” You grab at another tissue, folding it into little squares.

“Well you know me, I’ve just been here and there. Messing with my holes and stuff.” You give a small smile, turning your head to look at him. “Money’s been a bit tight, but-” he lifts his hand in the air, doing a see-saw motion with it- “Eh. What can you do, ya know?” You force yourself to look at a small cluster of spots that have congregated at his shoulder. He turns to look at you, and when noticing where your eyes have landed, he covers the spot almost self-consciously. “And you? How have you been?”

You give a shrug. “My boss has been a bit of a dick as of late,” you mutter.

“The one with the mole?”

Your smile brightens up a bit. “Yeah, that one.” You look to the side, and back to him. “Cut my hours after I asked for a day off.” The tissue in your hand tears. “I probably should quit.” You tear the tissues into strips, letting them fall to the floor. You’ll worry about the mess later. “But after the lack of hours and the rent, I really can’t afford that.”

Jonathan stays silent for a moment. “You think you’ll be okay?” You give another shrug as your answer, and when you don’t elaborate, he presses on. “I have some money saved up. I wouldn’t mind- it’s you, you know. I know-” His offer only makes the tears start up once again, and he stops.

You take in a quivering breath, and rub at your eyes. “You shouldn’t,” you mumble. “I’ll figure it out.” You look away from him. “Plus, I’m sure you got your own things going on. Um-” you turn back to him- “where are you living?” You hope he gives you an address. You hope he has an address to give.

“Turns out, when you work for seedy people, they know even seedier people.” He doesn’t offer anything more than that.

Silence befalls the both of you. You should say something. You should close the gap between you. You should do anything.

Your hand slides beside you, reaching out, and you see his spot, lower itself, acting as his eyes, lowering his gaze to watch you. Sucking in your bottom lip, you turn your head. Your nails claw at the couch.

This is wrong. You shouldn’t do this to him. He deserves better than what you can give him. You haven’t even gotten over your trypophobia. But you still want to kiss him. You want to reach over and hold him, and beg to be forgiven. You want to cling to him like you used to after a long day. You want to kiss him, and hold his hand.

To whoever is listening to you, you plead for him to reach over. You want him to take another leap of faith and beg for you. You want him to need you as bad as you need him. The box of tissues becomes blurred, and your cheeks are wet.

“I should go.” The silence is broken, and you watch as he stands. His spots seem to drag, weighted at the bottom and stretching as he walks further away from you. “I think I got most of my stuff.”

The hole is his stomach bubbles around the rim, the circle wavy and imperfect. You rise with him, and he stands so much taller than he did before. “Do you want to borrow a tote bag or something?” He tilts his head at the offer. “It’s just that when you hold onto things, it um- it looks like they fall into you. I thought a tote bag would make it easier to carry,” your words trail off, softer and softer by the syllable.

“I’d appreciate that,” he replies.

You nod your head and rush to your room, grabbing at a tote bag from the closet, holding and running your thumb over the stitched handles. He’s going to borrow it. You bring the handle close to you, and press your lips softly against it.

When you walk back to the living, he stands at the end table, holding a photo frame of the two of you on an early date from what seems like a lifetime ago. You let your gaze linger on him, and when he turns, you scurry to the door, grabbing at his clothes and items, placing them delicately in the bag. You take your time to make sure everything is neat.

He meets you halfway across the room, and when you hand the bag over, he makes sure to hold the bag above your hands. His pinky touches briefly against your index. You clench your jaw, and try not to look at him.

“Thank you.” He pulls the bag close to him, and you give a curt nod.

“Anytime,” you answer.

Turning on his heel, he walks further from you, and he stops. “I’m going to use the bathroom. I don’t want you to see what I’m going to do.” You want to see. You want to get desensitized. “It won’t be long, I promise. I’ll be out of your way soon.”

“Jonathan?” You ask, tears springing to your eyes once more.

“Yeah?”

“I-” You need to apologize to him. You need to tell him that you’re sorry. You need to tell him that you miss him. You need him. “You can- You can always drop by if you need something.”

He visibly deflates. “Oh. Yeah- cool. Um, Thanks.”

All he has to do is say that he wants you. He needs to just say it, to ask one more time- that’s all he has to do. You can’t do it. Not when you broke his heart, not when you’re unsure about where you stand in his life and his wants.

He just has to look back, and you’d tell him that you need him. You’d kiss him, again and again. You’d plead for him to stay. You’d get over your dumb fear, and you’d be happy with him. He takes another step away from you, and you need for him to hear your heart beat against your ribs in an attempt to bully itself out of you. You need for him to stand there for a second longer, to watch and look at the lines that wrap around his body, and the holes that sift and move. You’d get over it, all for him.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. He’s walking further away from you. He grabs at his body and pulls out a spot. Your stomach churns at the thought. Over the sound of cars and life, he needs to hear your heart break. He needs to understand that you need him the way that you need air. You’d die without him. You’d let yourself suffer. You stand, and lift your hand up, wanting to reach out for him.

Turn around.

Please.

Turn around.

That’s all he has to do. Nothing more. He doesn’t have to be someone else. He’s yours. He’s already himself.

The door to your bathroom closes, and you suck in a breath, tears springing to flood. “Jonathan,” you croak out, finally, and you rush to open the door to the bathroom, and when you do, he isn’t there.

You rush to your bedroom, and move the pillows, and you cling to the one shirt that he missed. The one that you hide underneath your pillows. The one that no longer smells like him, but still belongs to him. With all your might, you wish that he would return, but your prayers remain unanswered. Instead, you sit alone in a bedroom, clutching a shirt that no longer belongs to you. A shirt that has no owner. A shirt that is all that remains of someone who you need.

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skyrim-forever · 3 months ago

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Day 2: Secret

A/N: ANOTHA ONE somehow made it do day 2! Not going to promise anything for the rest but to try my best. In this one the metaphorical shit has hit the metaphorical fan and Theodora is forced to make a choice. No warnings. Tagging @tes-summer-fest

The Blue Palace was busy, more busy than normal. Now that the threat of Alduin had been vanquished, tensions had been rising between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. Tullius had called for new negotiations, at her request. Theodora knew in her heart she was delaying the inevitable but there was still some small hope left in her that war was avoidable.

And maybe if the people doing the negotiations weren’t General Tullius and Ambassador Elenwen, it would have been. When they broke for the afternoon, Tullius left alone, leaving both his second in command and Queen Elisif nervous. Grabbing a goblet and overfilling it, she decided to take a breather outside, somewhere away from all the tension.

As she makes it into the foyer, none other than Elenwen calls out from behind her.

“I know your secret.” Her heart rate accelerates. The beat is deafening, it clouded her senses, the background noise disappears as she turns around.

“What?”

“I know you have been sneaking around with one of my subordinates.” Elenwen’s hands go behind her back as the Thalmor approaches her, stopping dangerously close to her. “You can’t deny it, I have eyes everywhere.” Theodora says nothing, “Good, I did not want to hear your pathetic excuses or reasoning. Since Ondolemar is too spineless to act in a manner befitting his position, it is I who must get involved.

“Is that so?” The Altmer smile is uncomfortable. Theodora had never believed Rikke until now. About how the woman was unnerving, how her presence was an imposition.

“You are to cease all contact with him, effective immediately.” The Dragonborn’s nostrils flared, anger washing over her. Who does she think she is telling me what to do?

“And if I don’t?” Elenwen laughs, the Imperial didn’t know she was capable of that.

“Theodora, although it may not seem like it, I have a deep respect for you. I know what you have done, who you have fought, you are easily the Empire’s biggest asset. But I also know you are tired of fighting, are you not? So deeply tired of war. I was at Anvil, I know how we left it.”

“Make your point quickly Ambassador.”

“You cease communication with Ondolemar, and I will do everything in my power to avoid a war with the Empire.” It is as though the world stops, there it is in front of her, a solution, dangling from the hands of her enemy. “You will no longer be their pawn and you will save casualties on both sides. I may be cruel, Theodora, but I am fair.” The seconds feel like hours as her head is spinning. Finally, an answer leaves her mouth, nearly a whisper.

“Fine.” The Thalmor smiles again, sickening satisfaction washing over her facing, she wins again. The only one to have beaten the Dragonborn.

“You are commendable Theodora, these people truly do not deserve you.”

“Fuck off.”

#tesblr #skyrim fanfic #oc: theodora #elenwen #the theodora series #tesfest24

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year ago

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them.

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips.

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it.

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips.

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night.

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else.

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted.

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms.

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now.

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house.

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts.

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him.

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you.

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time.

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you.

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use.

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle.

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried.

But you had his whole attention.

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile.

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up.

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off.

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes.

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you.

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes.

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you.

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off.

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?”

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed.

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well.

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel.

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed.

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked.

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours.

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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What's your price?

Request: For your inspire me challenge, can I request a dark! Tony Stark x f! Reader with smut ? Reader would be a intern for SI? And he tries to flirt with her but she rejects him everytime cause she has no interest so he kidnaps her or blackmails her into being a relationship with him?

AN: Thank you @ironlady1993 (it won't let me tag you!) for your request. This ended up being more soft!dark! than actual dark! but I hope that you still enjoy it. I haven’t written for Tony very often, but I hope this works.

Beta’d by @buckyismybicycle

Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Soft! Dark! Tony Stark x Naive! Intern Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW:Toxic Narcissist Tony, Sexual Harassment, Manipulation, Dub-con, implied smut, shifting POV

Tony was well aware that he was spoiled - he was uber-rich for God’s sake, it would be a miracle if he wasn’t. He was also aware that everything and everyone was for sale; it was just a matter of finding the right currency, and he could always afford it, no matter what it was. Just look at Pepper.

He’d wanted her and he’d got her, all it had cost him was making her CEO of the company. She’d thought it important, but Tony hadn’t, and still didn’t. The company could fold tomorrow or never trade again, and he would continue to sit in the lap of luxury until his final breath. And even though he’d gotten bored of her, it paid to keep her sweet and let her remain in the role that she thought gave her power.

Most times it was easy to gain what he craved - for most people a direct monetary transaction was enough. However, sometimes it took a bit longer to find the right… motivator. He never minded though. These instances normally had a better payoff. Truth be told, it was a rare occurrence he had to actually put work in and he enjoyed the novelty. And what a novelty you were.

In some ways you reminded him of Pepper. You were clever, beautiful, and competent. However, with you, Tony sensed a softness, a caring and loving soul. He wondered if that’s what had been missing from his life so far? But, you also appeared to have a strong moral code. Tony could respect that, but he would admit it was getting just a little frustrating.

He’d never had to work this hard to encourage an intern to sleep with him. In fact, he’d never really had to do anything other than ask - most people would give a limb or promise their first born child, for such an invitation. Also, not to blow his own trumpet, he was a good lover. A considerate lover. All parties came away satisfied. Yet, you seemed to not want it.

He was sure you were just playing hard to get - holding out for something more. He just had to discover what it was that you wanted from him, because everybody always wanted something from him. Everybody always had a price.

You groaned as you got out of bed and got ready for your day. Why was your life such a gigantic mess, when initially it had looked so promising? When you told people that you interned at Stark Industries, they couldn’t believe your luck. You let out a derisive snort.

Luck? Huh!

If you were so lucky, why were you living in a shitty apartment? If you were so lucky, why were you broke? And if you were so lucky, why were you having to go out of your way everyday to avoid your boss?

You knew the reason for the first two; the reason that all of your money disappeared as soon as it hit your account, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a choice you’d made and you’d make the same choice over and over again. The third thing, though? As far as you were aware, you hadn’t done anything specific to attract his attention.

Like anyone, when you’d first met Tony Stark you were in awe. He was a genius, a billionaire and very handsome. He was charismatic, not afraid to muck in with anyone he worked with, and knew everyone’s names. However, it didn’t take you long to realise he was a raging ego-maniac, not afraid to throw a temper tantrum when he didn’t get his way. His mood could spin on a dime and you’d seen your fair share of red flags in your life to know that no matter how tempting he was - and, boy, was he - accepting your boss’s overt offer would not be a good idea.

When you’d initially turned him down, you’d been worried that you’d lose your position, but that hammer hadn’t fallen, and you’d breathed a huge sigh of relief. You had enough to worry about without adding unemployment into the mix.

With another sigh, you grabbed your keys, SI pass, purse and jacket, and headed out of your dingy accommodation towards the subway.

“Come on, Sugar-pie. What could one little drink hurt?”

You kept your eyes on the papers in front of you, trying not to roll them, as your erstwhile suitor leant over your desk, his index finger resting on the wood right next to your hand, oh-so-close to stroking your skin.

“Mr. Stark-”

“-Tony.”

You couldn’t hold back your sigh of irritation.

“Tony. I’m working. I’m busy. I have all these reports to go over.”

His hand moved away from yours, but in the next second your head was being tilted up, away from where you were studiously focusing, by pressure exerted under your chin.

Tony’s handsome face came into focus, with his sparkling whisky dark eyes, and dark brown, almost black facial hair, trimmed with precision, surrounding pink lips that twitched with amusement.

“You do know I’m the boss and I could order you not to do the reports.”

“I think you’ll find that Ms. Potts is the boss, and she’s the one who asked me to do them.”

Tony obviously didn’t have the same qualms as you about rolling his eyes in a professional setting.

“Pphht! Don’t worry about Pep. She’s only the boss cos I let her be.”

You pushed your chair back, removing your face from his touch.

“Look, Mr. Stark,” You raised your hand when he was about to protest his title, again. “I’m flattered. I really am. But I’m not interested, and I’d really just like to get on with my work. I’m sure you have more suits to tinker with and other interns to flirt with.”

He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and observed you for a moment.

“Fine. Have it your way for now, Sugar-pie.” His tone was light, amusement etched across his features, but there was an undercurrent of… something as he spoke. “I know you like me and you’re just playing hard to get. I’ll see you later.” He turned on his heels, shoved his hands in pants pockets and walked away from your desk, jauntily whistling.

At half past five you pushed back your chair and stood, letting out a groan as you did. Your eyes were tired from going over the reports all day, and now you just had to turn them in with your overview and comments, so you could finally make your way home.

With the stash of manilla folders in hand you walked down the corridor to Pepper’s office. She’d be gone by now - she’d let you know earlier in the day that she had an external meeting and that you should just leave the reports on her desk for the next morning.

Pushing open the door, you headed towards her pristinely organised desk, placed the folders with their cover note front and centre, turned around and… screamed.

You literally jumped in the air, your hands coming up to your chest.

Tony smiled at you from where he was leaning against the bookcase next to the door.

“Hey, Sugar-pie. I know I’m a catch, but no need to jump out of your skin for me.”

He stood up and walked towards you. No, stalked towards you like a sleek leopard in the jungle, tracking its prey. You didn’t even realise you were backing up until your lower back connected with the edge of the desk.

“Umm… Mr. Stark…”

He leant one hand on the desk, next to your hip and raised the other to press a finger to your mouth.

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Tony. And are we going to go get that drink?”

Frustration welled within you.

“And how many times do I have to tell you, Mr Stark, that I’m not interested.” You pushed away from him and made your way towards the door, but were halted in your tracks by what he said next.

“Not even to help your grandmother?”

You didn’t turn, but your hands tensed into fists.

“What did you say?” The words left your lips as an angry hiss.

“Your grandmother. She’s in that crappy hospital in Queens, right?” You felt him come up behind you, his breath hitting your ear from how close he was. “She’s not doing too well, is she? I’m sure I could make her a lot more comfortable. Move her to a better hospital here in Manhattan. The best doctors, the best nurses.”

Tony’s hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking where your blouse met the waistband of your pencil skirt, yet you didn’t pull away and anger flared within you, directed at yourself for not moving. His body shifted even closer so his front pressed against your back, and you could feel his arousal.

Bile burned your throat. This was all wrong, yet… you were considering it. Considering prostituting yourself because, dammit, Tony could make a big difference to your grandmother’s remaining days. And would it really be that bad? You’d heard the rumours of his bedroom prowess, and you did find him attractive.

“W-what would happen? When you get bored?”

“You think I’d get bored of you, Sugar-pie? Don’t put yourself down.” His hands slid around your waist and you lowered your eyes, unable to resist watching as he placed his left one on your stomach and his right underneath, his be-ringed pinky finger resting on your mound. “But to illustrate a point, Pepper’s still CEO isn’t she? That was her price. Yours is care and safety for your grandmother.”

You almost baulked at it being put so bluntly, but Tony’s arms held you firm. “Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone has their price and I’m more than willing to pay yours. Your grandmother could live another hundred years and it wouldn’t make a dent in my bank account.”

“You could just do it out of the goodness of your heart then, if the money means so little.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

His head came even closer and he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, over your pulse point, threatening to rip away the last shred of your morals and self-control.

“This is manipulation, Mr. Stark.”

“Think of it more as a business transaction if it makes you feel better.” He placed a second kiss on your now heated skin and you bit your lip. “I’ll be good to you, Sugar-pie. You’ll be on my arm, dressed as befits beauty such as yours. Other men will want you, but you’ll forget all about them when you’re in my bed.”

He started to sway, moving your body with his. His right hand lowered, fully resting over your sex, gently cupping it. Again, you didn’t pull away, didn’t make any move to dissuade him. You should be though. Your moral compass was screaming at you, but your body was ignoring it in favour of the dizzying sensations that even these few small touches were eliciting and your mind was hurriedly weighing up your options.

“So… just to recap… I date you, publicly. Be your arm candy, warm your bed, and you move my grandmother to the best facility in Manhattan, and will continue to pay for her comfort and care, even if she outlives your interest in me. What if she passes away before then?”

You hadn’t even agreed to his proposition, but his right hand was slowly pulling up your skirt, the fabric concertina-ing around your abdomen, and his left was deftly undoing button after button on your blouse. You realised that your own hands were no longer balled into fists or lying limply at your sides - they were clutching at the outside of his thighs, anchoring yourself to him.

“Then you would be free to end our association, unless we came to some other arrangement. However, I’d like to think that you wouldn’t want to, though. That you would be so enraptured by my attention, my care, that you’d never want to leave.”

As he started to drag the woven cotton from your left shoulder, you instinctively tilted your neck, giving him greater access to your skin. An involuntary sigh escaped your lips as his mouth travelled over your shoulder, his facial hair tickling your skin.

You screwed your eyes shut, knowing that this was the point of no return. He’d already won. He knew it. You knew it.

“I- I agree, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony, Sugar-pie. You really have to use my name now. At least in public. If you prefer another title for private, I’m quite happy with Sir, or even Daddy.”

Oh fuck! Just the thought of using one of those, of submitting to him in such a way was sending you into free fall. You hated how easily you’d succumbed. However, you were jerked out of it, when Tony suddenly took a step back from you.

You whirled around in shock, clothing completely dishevelled. Tony had his phone to his ear, acting for all the world as though he didn’t have an erection straining the fabric of his designer suit jacket.

“Happy? Yes, get it all sorted, please. An agreement has been made.”

The conversation was short and pointed, ending after a few seconds, and Tony tossed his phone onto Pepper’s desk before reaching up to loosen his tie and pop the top button of his shirt. Then, in one stride he was back in front of you, his left arm around your waist, pulling you to him, and his right brushing over your hair. You looked up at him, saw the twitch of his lips and felt yourself pulled into the depths of his eyes.

“Now, where were we, Sugar-pie?”

His lips descended and just before his kisses made you entirely senseless, you wondered if you’d regret this decision. You hadn’t ever thought things would turn out like this, but it turned out you had a price after all.

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#tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #late writes #tony stark x you #soft!dark!Tony Stark #soft dark tony stark #tw: manipulation #fic request

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givemea-dam-break · 10 months ago

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babes is back

hello my lovies!!!!!!

i am back!!!! much to your pleasure and simultaneous screaming because yes, if i am back, the fics will be back. and they will be painful.

i thought i’d give you guys a little explanation as to why i kind of randomly stopped coming on tumblr despite my reappearances in december, which were because the lovely @neewtmas had her 12 days of christmas (FIND THAT HERE) and we’re online friends in real life (if that makes any sense at all) and i wanted to support her!!!! my wife!!!!

under the cut below is my little rundown, under a cut simply because i don’t want to take up a million scrolls of your dash if you don’t want to read my reasonings or you are just happy i am back (i luv u)

i have felt terrible since becoming inactive on tumblr since i made so many friends and had so so so many people supporting not only my fanfictions but the edits i also started making, so this is also kind of like my apology to you guys because i went so unexpectedly and without any explanation. so if you want to keep reading, then keep reading!

BOO

scary cut. i know. it’s ok. i am here to protect u.

anyways, like i said, my inactivity on tumblr was a completely out of the blue thing that even i didn’t expect. one day, i just found myself unable to go on the app out of pure dread which i had never felt because it was one of my faves.

and not dread because of anything that had happened here per se, just because my life had been becoming a bit of a mess.

that goes way back, but the crux of it was when me and my boyfriend of 4 years (who i had been staying with after my mum moved away) broke up

i won’t get into details about the breakup itself for both my privacy and his (very unique instances caused it), but basically it got worse and worse, and by october time it was getting to a point where i wasn’t feeling right at all. he was messaging me all the time, begging to get back together, the usual, but he was always wanting to come see me at my dads and for SOME REASON felt as though he had some entitlement to meet my new cats aka my little babies. he was saying creepy things to me (that he didn’t mean as creepy) and by november i blocked him.

i wasn’t feeling safe physically, worried i’d see him on my walks home from the shop in a different town that he comes to often to hang out in with his best friend, but also mentally. i wasn’t in a good mental space at all. i was scared. i was confused. he had pushed all of the blame of the breakup onto me. i was working 35 hours a week while being a student (still am) and my brain had no time for anything but work, studying, and worrying.

tumblr isn’t my job, but the pure guilt i felt when i deleted the app hit me like a tonne of bricks. i felt terrible. one of the only things that gave me solace was something i couldn’t bring myself to go on to. i couldn’t bring myself to write the requests i had piling in, ones i still have huge guilt for never getting around to writing. i couldn’t bring myself to keep answering messages or reblogging things because i didn’t have it in me. i didn’t even write at all october-november because i just had nothing in me, which is so so unlike me.

one thing that did keep me going though, was my emails. “eden ew ur job alert emails? ur period tracker app trying to get u onto premium? the emails from the joint account u had with ur ex for his music career that went kasplut?” no silly. maybe the job alerts - my job has too much drama.

no. 15 year old eden logging back into tumblr and setting email notifs on for comments, tags, and inbox was perhaps the smartest thing she did, and she got all A’s in her exams.

every now and then, i’d get a little tumblr notification. one of those “put this in the inbox of one of your favourite blogs blah blah blah” i luv em. can never get myself to do them because of the 13 year old in me screaming to never do chain mail again after carmen winstead and her creepy voicenote. but i love them, and i appreciate every single person who sent me one.

i could see people commenting on my fics, and absolutely loving them. i could see what my mutuals tagged me in, even if i wasn’t able to react to them.

it gave me peace of mind to keep going with my life while still being able to cling onto the happiness this site brings me while not actually accessing it.

i will always be sorry that i left so suddenly, but it was a spur of the moment thing and something i couldn't even explain myself.

i'm back now, but i likely won't be as active as i used to be. i'm prioritising work and my studies as much as i can while still finding time to write. this being said, i can't promise that all requests sent to my inbox/messages will be answered. part of my leaving was being so overwhelmed by them all (and i thank you all for choosing me to requests fics from, it means a lot!) so if your request doesn't get answered, i truly am sorry and it isn't anything personal! maybe I'll get around to it in the future, but for now i want to bring the joy back to writing for me so i will not be overloading myself like i used to!

i hope you can all understand, and know i love you all so, so dearly! i wouldn't have the friends i do or be where i am in life without all of you!

love u all lots lovies <3

-ur favourite person ever ever ever, eden MWAH

#givemea-dam-break #if you read the whole of this whopper i luv u #if you did not read the whopper i still luv u

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supergoopersworld · 1 year ago

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The DM saga: A retrospective

Dedicated to Duck. Thanks for requesting.

This wouldn’t be a Quinton Reviews blog if we didn’t at least mention the event that put him in the radar of many. It all started with one tweet:

Replying to herself Sarah would tweet this message came from a male YouTuber that would mention in video when she wasn’t replying to his messages.

Then Lindsay Ellis adds another six messages from the same guy.

Everyone suspects Quinton. Those are the components of this saga everybody knows.

Three years later, some people still say Quinton's involvement is merely a rumour and some even try to spin it as Quinton being the victim. Sounds familiar.

Here are some facts that only sickos knew about.

Sarah mentioned the original message was from a male YouTuber that mentioned in his videos when she didn't reply his messages.

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At 56:35, Quinton mentions that he couldn't reach Sarah (who played Irma in a previous video reading Garfield strips).

Lindsay's reply contains three pairs of messages. Two of those pairs line up with times Quinton was in Anaheim.

July 2019: VidCon 2019. Quinton attends a panel held by Ellis, tags her in a tweet.

February 2020: Quinton goes on a trip to meet with friends and use his soon to expire Disney Land annual pass.

There were also attempts by forensic photo editing aficionados to prove it was Quinton.

If these tweets among others didn't pick up more traction at the time it was because the moment it became very obvious it wasn't MovieBob then people started to say it wasn't their place to speculate since the male YouTuber hadn't been named directly.

You can probably figure Quinton wasn't going to react directly, but in very Quinton fashion he had to make his feelings known.

But someone just so happened to notice and subtweet.

Quinton disappears of the Internet for a week, while most people either already know it was him or are doing mental gymnastics to say it suddenly doesn't matter.

It could have ended right there, but it didn't. Some context will be necessary. Quinton has two Discord servers: one of his Patreon (Quinton's Quarantine Quew), where all the parasocial talk comes from, and Quanto Analysis, from where he runs his channel with his friends and closest allies (until this controversy you only needed six dollars to enter). Someone leaked the latter in a html file for all the comments around the DM saga.

He would go to say other things like how the Mumkey Jones nontroversy prevented him from reaching 1M, mock Ellis by saying "stop me if I ever make a long video after I get cancelled", that he needs to suffer to make 'good art', complaining about his weight or expressing surprise when his channel broke the free fall it was in to make the way to the current state of his channel.

Now and then people accused Quinton of harassment and even labelled him worse things. None were true, he is just a cringelord that still acts like he is in high school. For that very reason, I took enough issue to write about the Flowergothic saga and revisit this one. Because I know Quinton incapable of being a creep, but he is one heavy prick who has bent the truth before and would do again.

#quinton reviews #quinton #sarah z #marysuewriter #lindsay ellis

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roblingoblin285 · 2 years ago

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a (non-comprehensive) list of specific whumpy things that have happened to me to torture your characters with!

being in excruciating stomach pain for two days, getting stuck in the ER waiting room for 10 hours (not an exaggeration), only to be told it was nothing and sent home with medication. (note: the medication did not work. still hurt for weeks after)

woke up one day with a really badly hurt thumb. didn’t do anything to cause it. just happened. had to wear a brace for months. it still hurts, almost a year later, and my many doctors appointments have told me nothing is wrong with it.

went swimming in a lake with mum on a camping trip and got hypothermia, and since all our towels were wet and we didn’t have any blankets i was freezing for hours.

broke my arm falling off of the monkey bars first day of spring break in third grade. the counselor at my camp thought i just bruised it, so they let me sleep on a mat for two hours. turned out i had gone into shock! who knew.

when i got COVID i was so miserable and sick for days that i just sobbed. everything hurt, my medication wasn’t working, and nobody could help me since my dad was also sick. so i just sobbed for hours on end every day.

went roller skating every two days with a sprained ankle for WEEKS. no treatment, no wraps, constant pressure and pain. fun times.

as always, tag me if you find some use for these! if for any reason you have questions, feel free to ask. as requested, tagging @thekittyburger

#whump #writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whump community #writing prompt #whumpee #no caretaker #irl whump

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hcaivoices · 1 year ago

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please read before sending in a request Link to my TikTok

Rules For Requests:

I will not accept any request for the following: *Songs that are overly sexual * Songs that have a lot of swearing (by excessive swearing I mean a bunch of racial slurs, and fuck every other word. I can bleep some racial slurs but I’m not looking to sit there and re edit an entire track just to make it work. One or two is okay though that’s easy enough to take out. ___________________________________________________ * Please limit characters on the track to 3 for my own sanity. It is possible for more but too much work. *If your song is a duet please include two characters or I will have to pick a second one for you. Unless you actually want only one character to sing both parts and if that’s so include that as a foot note. *Because of the influx of requests meme songs are very low on my priority list so just keep that in mind with requests. *I have the right to refuse any request for any reason. As I’m doing this for fun the reason very well just might be “I didn’t want to”. And if that’s the case don’t take it personally. *don’t send requests for characters I don’t have . So please check my ever growing character list.

* I don’t fill requests in the order they come in. I jump around and do the ones that I want to do. I can’t stress enough that this is a hobby. So of course I’ll have more interest in doing songs I like/know. *Please keep requests 1 per post, you of course may send as may as you like but one song per ask is what I allowed. That way I can post it with your song. (it does not always let me post in audio format and sometimes I have to do it as a video and I can only do one video per post. So if both songs have to be video format I will have to screen shot the post and do it twice anyway.)

* please do not spam your request or keep messaging me to ask about it. especially off of anon as I have no way to actually reply without having a public conversation. If you’re curious about your request dm me in here or discord. * A common misconception is that a song has to sound like the character, this is not true. A character can sing any song of any gender, they will make it their own, so long as I can get a clean separation of audio the song does not matter. I can pitch it lower for them if it sounds strange in a high voice and vice versa.

I will delete requests if:

*it didn’t work for whatever reason. *it’s a repeat. So join the discord to search or check my character tags to sort through on tumblr. You can also just dm me and ask me directly and I can tell you. *they broke any of the rules above

* if you send a character that I don’t have listed *Incomplete information *if you send in a song for more than 3 characters

* if you request 2 songs in the same ask. Yes this includes you wanting 2 different characters to sing the same song separately and not as a duet. It still doesn’t always let me post. It’s a technical thing I wish tumblrs audio system wasn’t so garbage but it is and that’s what we have to work with.

* I had zero interest in doing the song for whatever reason. It could be maybe I didn’t like it, it’s too difficult. It’s a joke song (I got too many serious requests to mess with these right now). This IS a hobby after all if the cover does not sound fun I won’t do it. Don’t take it personally though you can always send in a new request.

* I’m not going to do an entire album for someone so if you keep requesting songs from like the same movie or album I’ll just stop doing them. I have too many other requests to mess with all that. So please be considerate of other people and don’t keep requesting songs from the same movie or album over and over again. Or at least space it out a couple months.

*I also have little interest in redoing the same song over and over with different characters or the same song just in a different language with a different character. But again don’t take this personally it just becomes tedious and boring redoing the same song over and over and over again.

((Please keep in mind I am doing this for fun and for free. understand that you may be waiting a few weeks or even months for your request. Thank you for understanding and your patience in advance 😊. Become a discord member to have access to the full library and exclusives. And follow my tiktok for exclusives from my own collection that won’t be posted onto discord or tumblr. I also take some requests there to.))

See below for characters list. ⬇️⬇️

keep in mind I do not take requests for characters to make, you may ask if I am making them but ultimately I will or I won't the choice is up to me.

List Of Characters I Have:

All characters made by me sing in their English dub voice, they all sing with their accents and most can speak their native language as close to fluently as you can get I feel along with English.

-Made by me- England China Germany Canada Austria Prussia Poland Norway Finland Iceland Denmark North Italy Spain Japan America Romano France NyoAmerica Russia Sweden Lithuania Latvia Grandpa Rome Next Character's I'm working on: Not sure yet maybe Greece

PSA: You may notice that there will be a bunch of covers posted by a certain characters at once. Like maybe one day I will post 4 England covers and no one else, this isn't favoritism. Sometimes it’s just easier to pick a character and bang out a bunch of their requests than sorting though a bunch of different ones. I’ll try not to do this very often though as I do like to keep it mixed and not focus too much on one character as I love all my bots as children I’ve made and like to use them all as often as I can. So you may see me refer to them as my sons a lot. I mean that in the sense that I created them. It’s a joke don’t take it seriously lol. Like I may refer to Denmark as ‘My Danish son’ it’s just a term of endearment for the bot itself. You might wonder “Why does she feel the need to specify this? It’s obviously meant as tongue-in-cheek and she doesn’t actually view the character as their child…” and my answer to that is “Welcome to Tumblr”.

Please don't ask me for links to my characters as they do not exist. All my voices exist within in my personal PC. They are not hosted anywhere. So the answer will always be 'no'.

I do not answer requests in the order they are received. If I’m excited about one I will jump to do it even if it just came in. Please keep in mind this is a hobby, free and I’m doing it on my own time. That being said please don’t spam me to get to your requests. There are days where I either don’t want to or just don’t have time to make any covers at all. I do have a job and a life. And then there are days I might be really in the mood to make covered and edit music and I’ll make 10 in a row. And there will be days where I don't feel like doing any at all. If you really are curious about your cover please dm me or send me and ask OFF of anon that way I can actually reply to you.

Full library is on the Discord where they are also available for download. join there to get covers when they are first dropped and a ton of exclusives + full albums.

Had some people ask that I make a request form so they know exactly what to include. Optional to use not required but this is all the info I would like to have.

Request forum:

Character 1: Character 2: Character 3: If you only want one character leave the others blank Song: Artist:

If it’s in a language other than English language it would be nice if you could tell me which one it is to.

Any other additional info. Something like…I would like Poland to sing the chorus by himself. Just anything to let me know exactly what you have in mind. ———- I will take care of the pitching and accent modifying based on what sounds the best. I try to do every song with accents but some songs they will struggle with it and slur words if that happens I’ll turn it down or off completely to give you the best version possible. (I do not take requests for pitches or accents. I will do whatever sounds best for the character and the song to give the best end result. Just trust the process.)

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space-helen · 2 years ago

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Come and find me

Words: 569

Pairing: Trip Tucker x Reader

A/N: Not proof read so... sorry

Request: Hello! I hope that you are doing well today!(and forever of course) I was wondering if I could get a scenario where trip tucker gets comforted by s/o when he is stressed or feels a bit down? Take your time and take care!!! - Anon

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As soon as he opened his mouth you knew.

You hadn't even listened to what he'd said when you entered his quarters but the way he said it told you absolutely everything.

"What's wrong?" You froze and looked at the man.

His eyes sparkled as they searched yours, shiny with tears yet to be shed. "Nothing." He whispered but he knew you knew, you always knew.

Trip looked down at his hands as you crossed the room. Sitting down beside him you placed your hands on top of his. "You can tell me you know."

The man looked up at you, God he was lucky to have someone like you in his life. "I just feel down, sad even, there's loads of reasons but none at all."

"You don't need to have a reason to be sad. You can be sad without a reason." You gave him a kind smile and his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It just feels silly not to have a reason."

"And who needs to know that? Other than you and me? It's not silly at all I promise you."

He fought all he could but tears began to roll down his cheeks against his will and all you could do was wrap your arms around the man and pull him close. The hug was both something he didn't want because he knew it'd break him down more but also something he desperately needed.

The dam broke, tears were now streaming down his face and sobs were coming from his chest as his hand came up to the front of your uniform and cringed it. "I'm sorry" He managed to get out between sobs.

You rubbed patterns into his back "there's no need to be sorry. I'm here for you like you've been here for me. Let it out, keeping it in will make it worse."

The man did as instructed and before long he was pulling away and wiping his face. "Did you eat?" He asked

"Yeah, have you?"

"As soon as I finished my shift."

You began to get changed out of your uniform, knowing you wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

Trip continued to sniffle and attempt to dry his nose as you approached his bed, climbing in you patted the space beside him, a plea for him to join you.

The man happily obliged and was soon next to you, lying on his side and wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped you lay on your back and wrapped your arm protectively around him.

"Thank you." He muttered under his breath, he truly did appreciate everything you did for him.

"Never thank me for anything like this. What sort of partner would I be if I just let you suffer alone?" You shifted slightly "Trip, if you ever feel like this again just come and find me. Don't sit on it and wait all day. It only makes things worse." You'd used the exact same words he'd used on you a couple of months ago.

He found some amusement in this "Isn't that what I said-"

"Yeah, and you should start taking your own advice."

The man let out a shaky sigh "you're right."

The two of you settled into the mattress more and sat in silence, relishing in one another's embrace.

"I love you y'know" His voice was clear, certain yet soft.

"I love you too, no matter what."

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lazysublimeengineer · 2 years ago

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awake with your memory over me

Summary: That's a real fucking legacy to leave.

Or Takemichi and Mikey saw each other again after several years after the war between the Kantou Manji Gang & the 2nd generation of Toman. No time leaping has happened. AU.

Characters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Hanagaki "Takemitchy" Takemichi, Chifuyu Matsuno & Senju Kawaragi

(A/N: Dedicated to @tinachan. Thank you for the continuous supports to my works and here is your request. Hoping that you’ll enjoy it as much as I did when writing it. Also, for the other readers, please mind the tags and rating of the story. Explicit sexual content ahead so read at your own risk. This is an AU fic meaning to say that there’s no timeleaping involve here and Takemichi continued to stay in the Kantou Manji timeline. Additionally, Takemichi and Hina didn’t get back together ever since they broke up in the BD arc. This one shot was also inspired by the song, “Maroon” from the Midnights album of Taylor Swift. Lastly, I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Ken Wakui for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this bittersweet yet memorable track).

When the morning came we

Were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

How’d we end up on the floor anyway?

You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé,” that’s how

I see you every day now

The bright rays of the sun came beaming at him when he got out of the juvenile prison.

He automatically raised his left arm on his face as if to shield himself from the scorching heat of the sun as his other hand carried the duffel bag tightly on his grasp.

An audible sigh left his lips as he put his arm away and watched the surroundings in front of him.

12 years had passed.

But it felt like an eternity to Manjiro Sano.

The cold, grey walls and the iron bars on his cell were his mere companions and witnesses to the misery and anguish that he felt and endured every day and night.

He shook his head faintly and drove away those thoughts before it could wander again to the familiar presence that always haunted his mind and made his heart screamed out for his touch and smiles.

Mikey should keep going now.

No one was waiting to pick him up anyway.

And I chose you

The one I was dancin’ with in New York

No shoes, looked up

At the sky and it was

The familiar chime of the bell made his head looked up.

“Stop skipping lunch partner.” Chifuyu’s familiar admonishing voice washed over him and a small smile tugged on his lips.

“Just a sec. I’m almost done with the inventory Chifuyu.” Takemichi replied with an apologetic look on his face which made Chifuyu sighed lightly.

“Is he not done yet?” Senju’s familiar voice droned out as she entered the shop with the bell chiming in once again on the front door.

“Well, see for yourself.” Chifuyu raised his arms in defeat as he sat in one of the available chairs inside.

“You should eat on time y’know? That’s what the doctor told you know when you’re signed out from the hospital.” Senju sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, I am going to eat my lunch on time. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be finish soon.” Takemichi tried to give her a reassuring smile.

Senju sent a silent look to Chifuyu’s direction to which the other held a defeated look on his face and shook his head faintly.

“Well, it better be partner. We don’t want to lose an available spot again on the diner because of the influx of the customers later.” Chifuyu drawled out to which a hummed of assent only left Takemichi’s lips as a response.

“We’ll be waiting for you outside Hanagaki.” Senju added and she motioned for Chifuyu to follow her outside to which they left Takemichi on his own again in the shop.

Takemichi should be used to it by now.

But for some unknown reason a certain mitigated feeling surrounded his chest as each day passed by.

He ignored the feeling and focused on what he was doing.

It’s useless to be dwelling on a wishful thinking anyway.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

His faint shadow was outlined on the ground as he stopped in front of his house.

Mikey stared at the wooden gate for a few seconds before he took out his keys and inserted it inside the keyhole and finally opened it.

His eyes wandered on the surroundings as his gaze swept up on the sight that greeted him.

Nothing much had changed except for the slight cobwebs that formed on the sides signaling that a cleanup should start soon to get rid of the dust and dirt that accumulated when no one was looking out for his abode while he was away in prison.

His gaze strayed on the other side of the place and landed on a familiar place of the house which brought a certain ache inside his heart.

A spot where Mikey, Emma, Draken and sometimes Takemichi used to hang out with after school or if there were no gang activities that they need to do for that day.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as the cheerful smiles, playful laughter and the ocean irises permeated his senses. His pace quickened, ignoring whatever noises or memories that had risen from the consciousness of his mind.

He needed to get his shit together.

And the only way to do so was to focus on getting back on track and drowned himself to whatever work that he needed to do to straighten out his life and reorient himself back to the society once again.

He blatantly ignored the way his heart was whispering to him to visit Takemichi.

Even though the pang inside his heart grew wider, he chose to ignore it for the next incoming weeks.

He didn’t need to bother the other’s life which was now peaceful and tranquil.

Not when he repeatedly hurt him previously and shattered his heart into tiny, little pieces.

Takemichi deserved better anyway.

When the silence came we

Were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin’ with your head in your hands

Ain’t that the way shit always ends?

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us

I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up

Mikey waved goodbye to the children who were now leaving his dojo.

Several weeks had now passed after he had opened the dojo of his late grandfather and continued running it under his hands.

He was slowly integrating back into the society and the daily routine of his life even though he experienced some difficulties at first as he previously became used to the daily lifestyle inside the prison wherein the guards or police officers where just calling or announcing their daily tasks and they had mindlessly followed it. Then he’d go to his scheduled checkups with his designated counsellor inside the cell.

But right now, this was his new life. His new freedom.

And he had to do things alone. Literally.

He had to stop himself from thinking about Emma or his late older brother to take care of the menial tasks around the house every day.

The cleaning, cooking and the household chores now fell solely on him.

There was a small part of him that was thankful for the change as it distracted his mind from wandering aimlessly to some of the memories that he chose not to dwell in.

Nevertheless, his heart was a traitorous part of himself.

It was stubborn. Determined. And sometimes a foolish organ.

Just like himself.

This should be one of those days where Mikey would treat this day as an ordinary, sunny day melting off from the vestiges of his calendar.

But it isn’t as soon as he decided to leave his house and headed inside the store to see those familiar royal blue eyes that continued to haunt him every day and night.

When I lost you

The one I was dancin’ with in New York

No shoes, looked up

At the sky and it was maroon

“Good afternoon welcome to—.” Takemichi stopped midway and his voice died down upon spotting the familiar face that he never thought would see again.

Those flaxen locks which were now shorter and dyed in jet black.

The once youthful face had now matured with a sharp angle of lines marring on his face that leant him a full-grown look of an adult that haunted him in those previous timelines.

And those eyes…

…those pair of midnight irises that continued to linger on his memories surreptitiously.

Of how he missed those piercing gaze on his frame like he was the only person that mattered to him the most.

Takemichi wanted to cry, yell, or even speak but he found his voice unable to come out as he could only stared mutely at the figure in front of him.

“Hello Takemitchy.”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Takemichi balled his fists to his side as he remained rooted to the spot.

“What are you doing here?” He found himself asking and Takemichi wanted to slap himself for letting those words to slip out from his lips the first time he saw him again.

That’s not what he wanted to say nor ask.

But at the same the simple question was burning at the tip of his tongue.

He remembered the time when he was rushed into the hospital on the brink of his own death after that fateful night of being stabbed by Mikey under the illusion of his own dark impulses.

With Sanzu’s sword impaling him deeply, the only logical consequence for him was dying in that very moment.

Nevertheless, like some unknown joke or an opportunity provided to him by the universe again, he found himself waking up in a hospital bed and staring blearily at the ceiling.

It was all a blur to him but he could make out Chifuyu’s crying face beside him, the doctors and the nurses monitoring his vital signs and the rest of the Toman visiting him quite often since then.

Takemichi gave a wobbly smile that day and asked weakly where Mikey was to which all of them fell silent and some of them looked away from him.

It felt like a déjà vu to him back in the reception hall of Pah Chin’s wedding in the future.

He was expecting another lie again to protect his torn mentality and weary soul from all the bloodshed and misery he went through with them for saving Mikey.

Not until…

Chifuyu admitted that Mikey was arrested by the police and was put into the juvenile prison.

For 12 years.

The verdict was that he’s gonna stay there for 12 years.

Takemichi’s heart was torn to pieces a long time ago and he thought that nothing could ever probably break it.

But hearing those words from Chifuyu made it hard for him to breathe as if his own heart was splintering harshly everywhere.

However, it was unavoidable.

Seeing the crimes, he committed.

It was only a matter of time before he eventually ended up in the same fate as Kazutora.

After being confined in the hospital for quite some time and being discharged, the first thing he did was to visit Mikey in the prison.

But the other refused to meet him.

Not even getting a glimpse of him.

But it didn’t deter him at first. And he continued to visit him and failed to see him every time.

Until Chifuyu almost pleaded at him to stop doing it. His best friend was still worried about the rejection he experienced every time he went out of the visitor’s hall with a lukewarm smile on his face and serenely downcast eyes that almost made his best friend’s heart went out for him.

It was a wakeup call to him.

An event that he needed to realize that he needed to move on and pick up the pieces of his life together.

Without Mikey by his side.

At first it hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. But if it’s the price that he needed to pay for grappling and meddling with timelines just to save him, he’ll endure it. Even if he can feel his heart was being ripped out from his chest at every rejection he experienced every time he tried to visit him.

So, now when he was starting to finally move on from him…Mikey decided to waltz again back into his life like it was nothing.

Was a this a cruel joke from fate that he needed to experience and endure once again?

“I… I wanted to see you Takemitchy…” Mikey’s soft yet hesitant voice cut off his derailing thoughts and Takemichi couldn’t help but to laugh bitterly on it, his sight was getting blurry and eyes were stinging but he refused to let out his tears this time.

He cried so much for him already that it felt wrong to shed tears for him once again.

“That’s funny Mikey-kun because that’s not how you made me feel back then to those times where I visited you in prison.” Takemichi wanted to punch himself for letting the hurt bleed into his words where he wanted to mock him instead.

“Takemitchy…” Mikey started off in an uncharacteristic mellow voice that he couldn’t help but to glance up at him and tried not to catch his breath at the expression he was making. His eyes were serenely downcast and a sad smile was painted on his lips.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way… I thought that by pushing you away Takemitchy I’m doing you a favor and atoning for the sins that I’ve caused in every timeline which always ended up being terrible because of me. But I guess I didn’t learn any better huh? The things that I’ve been doing to make them right were making things worst… I’ve hurt you time and time again even if I didn’t mean to… But that’s no excuse Takemitchy for being a fucking terrible person to you…” His voice cracked at the end.

“And why are you here now?” Takemichi asked shakily.

“I’m here because I still love you… And I wanted to see you… That no matter how many times I can lie to myself that I should leave you be and this is for the best, my heart won’t shut up about you. I’m sorry for everything… I know it’s too late and this won’t amount to anything for the fucking misery that I’ve caused but I just want you to know I’m still in love with you and there can be nobody else that would make me feel the way you make me felt towards you. But… But… I’ll understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. You’re not obligated to—.”

Mikey stopped midsentence and his eyes widened for a fraction of second as Takemichi suddenly stormed into his spot and pounded his fists into his chest, his head dropping down on his left shoulder.

“Damn you to hell Mikey-kun…! How dare you come back and say that to me! Just as I was… As I was…. Slowly moving on from you then you came storming into my life again unexpectedly…!” A small sob tore out from Takemichi’s lips as tears finally came crashing down from his eyes like a waterfall, wetting the sleeve of Mikey’s shirt.

“T-takemitchy…” Mikey was taken aback but only for awhile before his eyes softened and one of his hands reached up to card through his locks gently.

“I’m still an idiot because… because… the feeling is mutual Mikey-kun. I can’t fall in love with somebody else if it’s not you. I’m a fucking moron but I… I… I wanna take a gamble again with you because I know that you’re worth it…” Takemichi whispered faintly, small hiccups slipping past his lips.

“Guess we’re both idiots then Takemitchy.” Mikey chuckled softly, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. “But I’m your idiot though. And you’re the one who can only hold my heart until the day I die.” He added before he gently pulled away and tilted Takemichi’s face to reveal that familiar crying face of his and those deep blue eyes that he can drown himself in.

His thumb reached out to gently caressed his cheek and wiped away the tears from his face before he slowly leaned down and remove any remaining gap between the two of them and captured his lips in a kiss that’s been waiting for them in a lifetime.

Awake with your memory over me

That’s a real fucking legacy that you see (It was maroon)

Awake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Upon feeling the other’s lips against his own, an electrifying sensation shot down through his veins making his body sizzled out in scintillating sensation.

He always just dreamed of it. Those sleepless nights wondering what it would feel like to be enveloped in his awaiting arms once again and to feel his warmth embrace engulfing him.

But now it was much better in reality.

Takemichi’s hands carded along his hair and massaged on his scalp as Mikey backed him against the wall, instinctively deepening their shared kiss when he sensed that the other reciprocated passionately on their tight embrace.

His tongue coaxed at the entrance of his mouth to let him in to which Takemichi gladly do so and opened his mouth wider to let the other’s tongue explored the interiors and sensitive seams of his own mouth. A moan slipped past him as he felt him licking through the roof of his mouth while the other’s hand gently caressed and kneaded on the side of his hips.

“M-Mikey-kun…” He mumbled hotly against his lips as his legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist for leverage and support because of the overwhelming sensations bombarding throughout his body.

“Hm?” He mouthed distractedly as his tongue was busy exploring the deepest crevices of his mouth which elicited soft moans from the other and his hand was now inside his shirt and mapping the sensitive flesh of his torso which had the other shaking like a leaf against him.

Takemichi briefly pulled away to catch his breath and ended their kiss reluctantly. Nevertheless, Mikey didn’t waste his time and let his eager mouth travelled down on the pale column of his neck where he showered it with heated kisses and love bites.

“Ha… Mikey-kun… C-careful I’m s-sensitive there…” Takemichi moaned out as his hands were now on the lapels of his shirt and gripping it for support.

“I know… But you’re so cute like this Takemitchy… Can’t help myself…” Mikey breathed out as his tongue lapped at the sensitive skin, his hot breaths leaving a trail of fire as his mouth grew bolder and hungrier, going down below his chest where he mouthed the flesh even if is shirt was still on, his other hand gripping his sides tightly to secure his spot on the wall.

“W-would you wanna take this upstairs? Bedrooms on the left side… I d-don’t think it’s wise to be doing this if we’re going to caught by a c-customer…” Takemichi stuttered out in between his gasps and moans.

As much as Mikey wanted to tease him and watch him fall apart against the wall, he was too pent up and wanted to take the blond in his arms right there and then.

“Okay…” He murmured before he pulled away and scooped him up on his arms, not wasting his time as he made his way upstairs going to his bedroom.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed the wine onto me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Mikey didn’t waste his time as he proceeded to put Takemichi on the mattress with ease, throwing his shirt somewhere from the ground.

Takemichi watched in rapt attention, mesmerized with the way Mikey was moving, half of his mind was still in a daze and thinking that this must be a dream because he would never think that they would see each other like this.

And if it was a dream, it was one that he wished he would never wake up on.

As soon as Mikey discarded his shirt recklessly on the ground, his hands deftly moved to his pants where he unbuckled it. While Takemichi’s eyes feast on the lean, sculpted frame of the other. He wasn’t bulky or too muscly per se but it revealed on how toned his physique was. That despite being in juvenile prison, he was still involved in strenuous activities that maintained his shapely thighs and well-toned body.

As if by some force urging him to turn around, Mikey slowly faced Takemichi’s direction and found out the other was eyeing him with unabashed admiration and want, his ocean blue eyes turned a tad darker and was swimming in lust and need. A small smirk found its way towards Mikey’s lips as their eyes clashed. Indigo irises meeting his obsidian ones. A shiver ran up through Takemichi’s spine upon meeting his intense gaze. His sable orbs bored right through his soul as if Mikey was seeing through his innermost thoughts and he couldn’t hide anything from him.

“See something that you like?” He asked throatily.

Takemichi couldn’t stop the rosy hues coating his cheeks upon hearing his question and the way he caught him staring like some lovestruck fool.

“Stop being too cocky Mikey-kun…” He tried to warn him but it came out as a soft whine which made the other chuckle lowly.

“You’re still you Takemitchy. And that’s what I love about you.” Mikey murmured softly which made Takemichi’s heart somersault wildly inside his chest.

He could only stare at the other completely mesmerized as he descended and crawled slowly beside him on the bed after successfully discarding all his clothes.

Upon reaching his spot, Mikey stopped right on top of him. There was a soft yet inscrutable expression on his face as one of his hands had reached down to caress his cheek gently.

“S-shut up M-Mikey-kun… D-don’t ruin the moment by being cheesy…” Takemichi grumbled out in a stuttering voice but his cheeks were painted in crimson red but refused to let him know how his words melted his entire being right there and then.

A saucy grin made its way towards Mikey’s face before he leaned down on his face, stopping a few inches from him. “If you say so.” He whispered throatily before he captured his lips in a deep kiss and his hands started to take off his clothes one by one.

A light gasp escaped from Takemichi’s lips but he reciprocated his kiss, matching his passionate rhythm with his own. He couldn’t help but to whined and whimpered softly as he felt the other’s tongue brushing along the roof of his mouth, the ecstasy running through his veins.

Mikey continued in kissing him ferociously, taking advantage of the other’s whimpers and slipped his tongue inside the entrance of his mouth wherein he explored the crevices and sensitive nooks inside of it.

Takemichi trembled underneath him like a shaking leaf as Mikey’s hands caressed every part of his body in a way that left him breathless and wanting for more.

Upon reaching his plump buttocks, he gave it a soft squeeze before one of his fingers had started to breach in his warm entrance which made Takemichi moan against his mouth. His finger circled around his quivering walls expertly, trying to loosen him up when he inserted another finger and began scissoring him.

Takemichi jolted slightly when Mikey hit a certain spot that made him see stars right that instant. It made Mikey smirk.

“Found it…” He mumbled hotly against his lips.

Takemichi briefly pulled away with a drool and lecherous moans leaving from his lips as the onslaught of ecstasy bombarded his senses when Mikey continued hitting on his sweet spot.

“M-Mikey-kun…” He whined needily as he bucked his hips for more, wanting more friction against their bodies.

Mikey continued to abuse his sweet spot repeatedly resulting in the other being a complete drooling and moaning mess beneath him.

“What?” He breathed out as he licked his lips slowly.

“P-please… I-I w-want m-more…” He whimpered against him.

And how could Mikey refuse those bewitching ocean blue eyes and pleading yet sultry voice of his?

If it was another time, Mikey could’ve tease and edge him more but not today.

Not today.

When he wanted him. Desperately.

“If that’s what my Takemitchy wants… then I’ll simply grant it…” Mikey murmured as he slowly pulled out his fingers which resulted to the other whining because of the loss of contact.

But only for a moment as Mikey situated himself on top of him and pulled on his legs on his shoulders. He gave himself a few pumps before he plunged in and breached his sensitive walls with a one, swift thrust which made them both moaned out in ecstasy and in unison.

Takemichi stilled beneath him, the scalding sensation of his member penetrating his insides almost made him melt and split into half because of how thick and wide it was in girth which made him took a deep, shuddering breath as his body shivered from the impact.

On the other hand, Mikey paused beneath him and swallowed thickly. He tried to let Takemichi adjust to their current situation even though his body was screaming at him to take him recklessly and plowed him ferociously on the mattress.

“T-tell me when you get used to it Takemitchy…” He whispered breathlessly, gripping his sides tightly that he swore it would leave bruises tomorrow.

A few moments would pass before one of Takemichi’s hand had rose to cradle Mikey’s nape and brought him down to his face to brush his lips gently against his own.

“Don’t hold back for me Mikey… I want to feel every part of you… I want to feel what your body and heart sincerely wants with me…” He murmured softly against his lips.

And just like a thin thread snapping out of Mikey’s senses, the last vestiges of control slipping instantaneously from his entire being and washed him through the shores of lust and ecstasy.

“If that’s what you really want Takemitchy then I’ll gladly do so…” He mumbled back hotly on his lips and gave him a one, last deep kiss before he pulled away and thrust right back into his scorching heat with intense ferocity and lust that made Takemichi mewled like a helpless kitten beneath him.

“F-fuck…! F-feels good Mikey-kun…! Please don’t stop…!” He moaned out salaciously as Mikey’s thrusts grew faster and harder until he was pounding him relentlessly on the bed which creaked violently from their wild movements.

“Fuck you feel good around me Takemitchy! I missed this…! I missed the feeling of you tightening around me like you’re made for my cock alone!” Mikey groaned out as he held the other’s hips in a bruising grip, the feeling of the other’s walls holding his cock in a vice like grip made him lose his mind and catapulted into the sea of pleasure and need of the other.

“Ngh… God… Feels good… Why’re you so big…! Hit there harder…!” Tears of pleasure streamed down on Takemichi’s face when the other finally reached his sweet spot and abused it repeatedly which made his body went into an overdrive and he came too soon, the splashes of his cum painting their chests in white.

“You came unexpectedly without me Takemitchy? How naughty of you. Guess you’ll lend me a hand to make me come too, right?” A wicked smirk ghosted around Mikey’s lips as one of his fingers brushed along his chest and swiped on the cum towards his lips teasingly.

Takemichi’s eyes widened briefly at the action before a loud moan escaped from his sinful lips when Mikey flipped him over the mattress and his pace grew deeper and rougher, his cock hitting all the right places inside his body which was still sensitive from coming too soon. He continued to rail him mercilessly on the mattress, the blazing heat of their bodies and the cacophonies of their lecherous moans ringing out against the four walls of the room.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Mikey-kun if you keep going on at this rate I’ll come again!” Takemichi mewled out like a bitch in heat but he couldn’t even stop his body from reacting instinctively as his hips were grinding back harder against the other’s thrusts on his body.

“Can’t even fucking stop when you felt so good around me Takemitchy…!” Mikey growled out lowly. “Fuck! I love you! Gonna come soon!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Please give it to me!” Takemichi whined out before a salacious moan slipped out from his lips as he felt Mikey convulsed on top of him and the hot, scalding sensation of his cum painting his walls in white and filled him up to his brim instantaneously.

A loud groan escaped from Mikey’s lips as he reached his peak and splashed his load into the other’s walls before his knees gave up and fell on top of him.

Their ragged breathing and loud heartbeats were the only sounds reverberating inside the room until he felt Takemichi’s hands carding through his locks which made him sigh out in contentment.

He was almost dozing off before he heard Takemichi’s soft voice in a faint whisper which made him smile and heart soared out in happiness and delight.

“I love you too, Mikey-kun.”

It was maroon

(A/N: My first one shot in this fandom for this year. Not my best but I tried. I’ll prolly work on my in-progress TR fics soon but the succeeding chapters will take time because I’ll be busy with work and career so hopefully you can wait patiently for that. Belated happy new year everyone. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

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