#and then there are ones that im always at least slightly obsessed with at any given moment

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

youtube is recommending me thirsty ass thranduil clip compilations again.. we're so back

[peacefxlmyko]

It's not a one night stand if it turns into two

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.

Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing

Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a Måneskin Song!

Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.

Story under the cut! ✂️

He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.

His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.

Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.

"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.

"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.

You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.

"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"

He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.

You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.

Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.

But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.

But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.

The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.

By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.

Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.

Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.

He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!

His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.

"What the—"

"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"

God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.

"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"

"....."

Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.

"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"

Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.

You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?

"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."

"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.

This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.

You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.

"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.

[lonleywriters-blog]

I hope you are doing well and if not im so sorry! I hope it gets better (it will it always does)

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If you are still taking requests I was wondering if you could do head cannons (idk if that's spelt right, I cant spell to save my life) of gotham villans with a plus-size bf/gf? And if you do Jeremiah could you include pre-spray too? (Pre-spray Jeremiah has my heart) thankkkkkkk youuuuuuu!!!!!

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Gotham villains with plus size s/o

He isn't a smaller or average man himself so he can be insecure.

He genuinely doesn't even think of your weight, he is just so taken back by your curves.

He is entranced by the way your curves move and look.

He will buy you tight and fitting dresses all the time, unless he sees you are getting self conscious because of it.

He will sit you down and whisper sweet words in your ears for hours. He means every word to.

He loves to grab your thighs, it doesn't even have to be sexual.

If you are in bed reading with him his hand is just resting and lightly massaging your thigh.

He hates to see you cry or even slightly sad, especially if it's because of your appearance. He will literally drown you in affection until you can't say anything bad about yourself.

He is so pathetic and needy, he is shocked anyone wants to date him.

He is even more shocked when it's a curvy girl, just his type.

He is literally always a blushing mess around you, it doesn't matter how long you have been together.

Will trace his finger up and down your stretch marks as he falls asleep.

If you ever mentioned being insecure he will find out why and point out every single reason he lives that part of you.

If you dress up he will let you walk him around like a dog, just happy to be by your side.

You could practically use him as an accessory, and he would happily thank you.

Literally worships you, like actually has his goons worship you.

He will have shrines built, some combined with his, others separate.

He needs you to be seen and adored like he sees and adores you.

He will get the most expensive and flattering clothes, having you prance around for him.

You are like a model icon of the underground world, no one can say anything negative because you always look your best.

He spoils you. Hair, makeup, nails, anything you want you can have.

If you don't want anything at all he is more than happy with that as well.

Instead he will buy you movies, snacks, and the fluffiest blankets.

My man will go feral.

He hadn't thought much of being with someone curvy, since he was mostly locked up or in middle of a big plan.

When he sees you, he drops everything. He doesn't care if he is getting shit at, he has to say hi.

He will never let you leave the house without giving you at least ten compliments and grabs.

He is obsessed with dressing you up.

Especially in vintage style dresses or gowns of any type

If he ever hears people talking about you he will torture them.

Sometimes he gets very tempted to just hypnotize you into being more confident when he sees you sad. He never would though.

He gets so giddy around you, he just can't believe you are real.

You are real, and you really want him. That's almost too much for him.

He will do anything he can to make you comfortable and confident.

He always carries a mini lotion for your thighs so you don't get sores or chub rub.

He dots on you all day, you will distract him for work almost every time.

Can't help but grab your hips, literally always had a hand there.

He loves to hug you while you cook and use his hands to move your hips to whatever song plays.

He is obsessed with the way your curves move, he can't get enough.

He will beg you to sit in his face, he needs to feel your thighs around his head.

He is actually so whiny and pathetic for you.

[chaoticloving]

idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

HI OKAY SO IM THINKING LIKE VOX X READER AND VOX OWNS READERS SOUL AND THEN HE GETS JEALOUS OR ANGRY ABOUT SOMETHING SO LIKE WE RECREATE THAT SCENE WITH HUSK AND ALASTOR WHEN ALASTOR HAS HUSK ON A CHAIN BUT INSTEAD OF ALASTOR ITS VOX AND INSTEAD OF HUSK ITS READER IF U KNOW WHAT I MEANN TYYY

Guess who's baaaaaaaaack~

Lock and Key [Vox x Reader] - Part 1

It had been weeks. Three fucking weeks. Three weeks since the Radio Demon tuned back into the spotlight of Hell. Three weeks since Vox had been anything more than a vengeful shell of himself fueled by broken memories and spite. Three weeks since he'd so much as looked your way. You walk into his surveillance room, smiling softly at the sharks swimming in the inky depths far below the path. They'd made you a bit paranoid at first, but you've come to grow fond of the cyborg creatures. Your smile dims as you look up at the silhouette of Vox crouched over his dashboard, his eyes flickering as he obsessively drums his claws against sleek metal.

It had been ages since he'd even acknowledged your presence, let alone addressed you directly. His attention had been entirely consumed by his revenge fantasies and bitter recollections of the past.

“Vox, you should take a break,” you sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder as you try to get enough of his attention to at least warrant a glance. Vox's fingers pause in their drumming as he looks up at you, a flicker of irritation flashing across his face as he shrugs your hand off him.

"I don't need a break," He mutters, his tone as sharp as his clawed fingers. "I need Alastor dead."

His eyes are fixed on one of the screens displaying Alastor's image. He's been obsessively watching his every move ever since the Radio Demon's return. "Besides," he adds, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "Why would I listen to you? I didn’t take you on as a babysitter.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as your worries are confirmed. Ever since his descent into obsession, he'd become sharp-tongued. He was always like that with the Vee's or his assistant Reef. But not you. Never you. Not until Alastor appeared.

"Vox, it's been weeks. I can watch the monitors for you if you're that worried about missing something. Just sleep. Eat. Go for a walk. Something," you plead. As you speak, Vox's jaw twitches slightly, his gaze flickering over the cameras trained on the hotel and Cannibal Town. "You don't understand, do you? This isn't a game." He taps a clawed finger against the screen, frustration growing in his voice. "You have no idea what this fucker is capable of. He's got something planned with that Morningstar bitch. I just know it.”

He turns away from the screen to fix a cold glare on you.

"And I don't need you to tell me how to handle MY business." You look to the side with a hurt frown, no longer bothering to hide the way his sharp tone makes you flinch. You'd fallen for him and there were times you wondered, hoped that he felt the same. But before you'd ever been able to find out, Alastor returned, destroying any hope you had left being crushed in the process.

"The other Vee's still need you Vox. The company still needs you."

I still need you.

Left unspoken. Because you didn't have the right to say it. You were a lowly employee he had taken an interest in and swept out from under Velvette with a deal after he grew fond of you. He kept you by his side like some sort of pet. You didn't have to work. In exchange for your soul, your only purpose was to stay by his side. 

As you bring up the subject of the company and the Vee's, a flicker of something almost akin to regret crosses his face. He knows that his current state is taking a toll on his work life.

But he shoves it down with a sneer of irritation.

"The others can manage without me for a while," he says dismissively. "And the company practically runs itself anyway. I've got everything under control."

He glances at you again, his gaze lingering on your hurt expression. Despite his efforts to push you away, a pang of guilt shoots through him. However, it's gone the second he thinks he hears a sound from one of the drones watching the hotel. His head whips around and he curses as he reviews the missed footage. The drone footage shows nothing but mundane scenes of the hotel, with no sign of Alastor or any suspicious activity. This only fuels Vox's irritation, and he slams his fist on the dash in frustration.

"Damn it!" He hisses, his gaze darkening. "I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down."

He stands up abruptly, turning to look at you with an accusatory glare.

"Out. Now." Your eyes widen and you hold up a hand as you try to calm him. "Wait. Just hang on a second, there wasn't even anything on the-" "I don't care," he snaps, interrupting you mid-sentence as his eye flares. "I told you, I can't afford to have any distractions. And you, with your endless nagging, are the biggest one of them all."

He steps closer, towering over you and giving an icy glare that cuts off any further protests.

"I said OUT. Now." You're teleported out of his lair and fall on your ass in the shared penthouse lobby of the Vee's upstairs. Valentino blinks, looking mildly surprised from where he lounges on the couch. Val watches curiously as you stumble, a sly smile spreading across his face. He rises from his place on the couch, slinking closer to you with a lazy grace.

"Looks like Voxy is getting a little bit cranky again, hm?" he teases, his voice low and sultry. "What'd you do to get on his bad side this time, darling?" "I had the audacity to suggest he take a break," you laugh dryly as you flop into the chair beside the couch. Val chuckles, settling back into the couch and taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Big mistake there," he muses. "Vox gets prickly as hell when he's on edge, and right now, he's on edge 24/7. Ever since that damn Alastor got back."

He gives you an appraising look.

"Though I gotta say, you do seem to have him in a bit of a twist."

A small chuckle would leave Valentino’s lips upon hearing that as he reached over and patted your head a few times.

“I just wish he’d get Alastor’s cane out of his ass,” you groan as you drag a hand down your face. “He’s a fucking mess.”

“Oh, you sweet summer bitch. This is nothing compared to how he was when the Radio Demon first fucked off,” He remarked as he picked up his bottle again, taking a swig of his vodka.

"He wouldn’t eat, go to work… Wouldn’t even leave that stupid bunker he made for himself back in the day. All the dude did was obsess over Alastor. I nearly ditched his ass, but then his obsession took a new turn. Being better than the old prick. Now we have the Vee's."

Valentino’s eyes softened with a distant look as he spoke. It was the most contemplative you’d seen him. But it’s gone as he takes another swig of his bottle.

"So... what? Just wait it out?" you ask as you take in his experiences, opting not to comment that instead of breakfast, Valentino was nursing Vodka like it was his morning coffee.

Valentino chuckled. “Pretty much. He’ll either run himself into the ground or eventually snap himself out of it. He won’t bend for you. He wouldn’t bend for me. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for me… Doesn’t have to be for you, either,” He said as he frowned at his empty bottle before tossing it to the side.

“If anything, consider it as time off. Let loose. Make the most of it,” he shrugs as he snaps and Kitty brings him a new bottle. 

“If he's not giving you dick then go get some fucking dick. I can't remember the last time I saw you anywhere but at his heel."

You sigh as you lean back and consider it. You and Vox weren't exclusive... Even if you wish you were. Sure, there were the occasional moments of something more. Something real. But he's Vox. And you're... just you.

Ultimately, there's no reason for you to be so devoted to a man who probably sleeps around just as much as Valentino. Especially when he obviously cared so little for you now.

Valentino watched as the gears in your head seemed to turn, a small smirk making it’s way across his face as he watched you. He didn’t need to ask what you were thinking. He knew exactly what was going on inside that pretty little head of yours.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He teased, the smirk on his face only growing.

"Not with you, if that's what you're hoping," you say as you stick out your tongue at him.

A small chuckle left Valentino’s lips upon hearing that as he shook his head.

“You know me so well~” He remarked before pausing for a moment, resting his head on his hand as he continued to watch you. “But seriously, do it. It’ll do you some good. Want me to set you up with one of my whores?"

"Maybe nothing that direct," you wince. It wasn't that you hated the idea. You preferred things to happen in the moment, rather than schedule getting bent in half. "Got any club recommendations, though?" -----

And that's how you found yourself in a loud club, sitting at the bar and regretting the life choice of listening to Valentino of all people. The club was loud, your skirt kept riding up your thigh, and the drinks were overpriced as fuck. This had sounded like a fun idea at the time, but now you remembered why you never really did this.

You're just about to call it a night when a sinner comes up next to you and waves down the bartender.

"Two shots for me and the pretty lady who looks like she'd rather be anywhere but here," he says before grinning at you with a wink.

You hadn’t even noticed this man’s approach to the bar, let alone that he was now sitting beside you as he called over the bartender.

As you listened to him order two shots for the two of you, your eyes rolled a little as you found yourself internally groaning at the prospect of needing to talk to someone new. You’d much rather be sulking at home, staring at the wall as you waited for your boss to finish up with his obsession. Yet, here you were.

"That obvious?" You chuckle sheepishly as the bartender puts two shot glasses down and pours a glowing blue liquid into them.

He chuckled alongside you as he watched the bartender pour the shots before turning to you, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Pretty obvious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so unhappy in a club before and trust me, that's saying something." He commented with a wink as he picked up one of the shot glasses, offering it to you.

You hesitate for a moment before taking the shot glass with a small smile and a nod.

You both chuck back the drinks, though the stranger does it with far more ease than you. You cough and sputter as you feel an icy hot feeling rush through your chest as you put down the glass. "Oh, wow. That's..." you laugh as you try to adjust to the feeling and hit your chest.

The stranger chuckled as he watched you struggle to handle the shot, clearly amused by your reaction to the drink.

"That's a strong drink, sweetheart," he remarked. "First time in a club? You seem a little out of your element."

"Just a bit," you chuckle before sighing and turning to lean on the bar and watch all the people on the dance floor.

"An... acquaintance suggested I come here and try to get laid to get over this dick I've been pining over,” you hum. “He's too busy obsessing over someone from his past. Plus, he's my boss. Unrequited doesn't even begin to cover it."

The stranger chuckled once more as he listened, his eyes roaming over your form for a moment before resting his head in his hand on the bar. He took a moment as he watched you before speaking up again.

"Let me guess. You're the secretary to some important and well-known Overlord and you're a little too fixated on him, huh?"

Your eyes widen before you throw your head back with a groan. "Oh my god, Valentino sent you, didn't he?"

The stranger laughed as he watched your eyes widen and your head fall back in frustration, clearly entertained by your reaction.

"He didn't 'send' me, per se. He just mentioned how miserable you've been lately and how he suggested you come here and get lucky."

He paused for a moment, his eyes raking over your form once more. "Although, I can definitely see why he'd want you to get laid."

You sigh and open your mouth to reply when your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket. You hold up a finger, asking for a moment as you pull out your phone and see who texted you.

There's a single message from Velvette that reads, "You owe me for this."

You quirk a confused brow at the lack of context, shaking your head and pocketing your phone before turning to face Valentino's employee again.

"Tell you what," you hum. "Two more of those shots, and I'm yours."

His grin widens. "Now that's something I like to hear," he remarked as he leaned in a little closer to you as he motioned over the bartender again.

"Two more shots of the good stuff. And make them both a double."

Everything becomes a blur after downing the alcohol. Hands on your body, lights flashing, music pounding in your ears as he grinds against you on the dance floor.

It's supposed to feel good. In a way, it does. But as you close your eyes, you can't help but find yourself wishing the soft fingers brushing over your skin were cool metal claws. That the sweeter smelling cologne was the sharper scent of your boss's. That it was him instead of a stranger.

The stranger's hands continued to roam your body as his lips found their way to your neck, littering your skin with kisses and small nips with his teeth. His hands grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you closer to him as he ground against you.

As you closed your eyes, your mind was filled with thoughts and memories of your boss. The way his claws felt against your skin, the familiar scent of his cologne, and the way he looked at you like you were a rare piece of art. It was a stark contrast to the current situation.

Is this really supposed to make you feel better? If so, why does your stomach feel like it's tangled in a knot? Why do you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes despite the heat pooling in your core?

Despite the pleasure you were feeling from the stranger's touch, you couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness and disappointment. Every moment that passed felt more and more wrong. It all served as a cruel reminder that the person you truly wanted wasn't the one touching you.

Your stomach was in knots, and tears were threatening to fall as the stranger's lips trailed along your neck, leaving small marks in their wake. You clenched your fists as you fought the urge to push him away and run out of the club.

And then suddenly a hand grabs your wrist and yanks you to the side. Your eyes widen as you drunkenly stumble into arms that only take a moment for you to register as familiar. 

The stranger's eyes widen in surprise as Vox suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly towards him, his claws digging into your skin leaving small impressions in their wake. His glare towards the sinner who had just been feeling you up was sharp and deadly, his eyes fixated on the man as he held you tightly against his chest.

"Your services are no longer required. Beat it." He growled, his voice low and filled with anger.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest as you found yourself pressed against Vox's chest, the feel of his claws still digging into your skin. He held you tightly, possessively almost.

Before the sinner can reply, you and Vox suddenly disappear with a flash of cyan light. He takes you back to his office in the Vee's tower and you're only given a small moment to reorient yourself from the electric buzz in your veins.

"You," Vox's voice broke the silence, his tone filled with a mixture of anger and something else you couldn't quite place. His claws dug harshly into your arms as he forced you to look up at him.

"Ẃ̴̡ĥ̵͚a̸̗̎t̷͕͌.̶̻̐ ̶̰̃W̸̹̅e��̡̅r̸̬͝e̷͎͘.̶̤̎ ̴̻͠Y̴͎̋ō̵͎ủ̸̯.̷̬̈́ ̷̬̾T̸̛͍ḧ̸͉́i̴̭̅n̸̞̆k̷̡͐i̶̦͝n̷͉͐g̸̱͝?̴͚͋"

Later on, you'd blame your bold honesty on the alcohol. But in the moment, there wasn't any rational thought or self-preservation left in your mind as you frowned and pulled his hand off of you despite how much you had been craving his touch.

"What does it matter to you? Shouldn't you be in your little stalking cave trying to watch the Radio Demon? It's all you ever do anymore."

Vox's eyes widened slightly in surprise as you pulled his hand away from you, his expression hardening at your words. The tone in your voice was bitter and laced with anger. But he didn't miss the underlying note of hurt underneath.

"So you go and throw yourself at a stranger instead? How is that better?" He shot back, his tone sharp and laced with irritation.

"Maybe it is!" you lie as you throw your hands up. "At least that guy looked at me. It was one thing when you would blow me off for Valentino. That was something I already knew I was getting into when whatever this started," you say as you gesture between the two of you.

"But you never so much as mentioned Alastor. The guy reappears and suddenly he's all you care about," you huff as the tension builds. "If you can't be damned to so much as look my way, then it isn't your business if I find someone else to fuck me, now is it?"

Vox's eyes darkened at your words, his jaw clenching as he took in your words. He could feel the tension between you growing, the air in the room thick with anger and hurt.

"Oh, is that what this is about? You're jealous because I've been focused on Alastor?" He questioned, his voice low and sharp. "Did it ever occur to you that this is important to me? That there's a reason I've been so preoccupied?"

"Of course it did!" you snap. "You think this is just about sex? I tried to be there for you! I tried to ask! I tried to understand! Tried to pull you away from your obsession long enough to at least sleep! But it was like I was invisible."

You pinch your brow, trying to keep yourself from crying angry tears. You didn't want to look weak. "Look. I got the message. Okay? Valentino and Alastor. You clearly have priorities and as your little fucking pet or whatever, far be it for me to get in the way of that."

You turn on your heel to walk away and to your credit, you make it a few steps before the air charges with electricity. Your breath catches in your throat as a collar made of his signature cyan plasma materializes around your neck, linked to a chain that suddenly goes taught as he pulls.

You yelp as you're spun around and forced to the ground, just barely catching yourself with your hands as he seethes above you.

He had almost felt guilty. The burning in his chest told him that he still did. But then you tried to walk away from him and he found himself unable to let you leave. As soon as you turned, something in him born of all the exhaustion and frustration of the past month made him snap. He yanked at the chain, his eyes focused and intense as he glared down at you.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice filled with a mix of anger, frustration, and something else. His hand gripped the chain tightly as he pulled you closer, forcing you to stay on the ground at his feet.

"You don't get to just walk away like that. Not after all this. I own you. He pulls on the chain, looping the excess length around his hand. “If I say you're not fucking around with other lowlifes then you're not. If I say you will sit at my heel every day for the next week to make up for this insolence, then you fucking ŵ̶͔i̵͕͛l̵̖̓l̸̩͠.̴̙̋ You whimper as he yanks harder, making you choke and stumble forward.

He continues with a feral edge to his grin as he pays you no sympathy. “Because you're mine, damn it. You don't get to vanish on me. You don't get to leave me for a dumb w̸̩̍h̵͔̕o̷̡̓r̸͍̃ȅ̷̹," he grits his teeth as he pulls the chain taught. Memories of Alastor and Valentino race through his mind. He wouldn't be second place to someone else. Not again.

"I won't allow you the luxury,” he says with a quiver in his voice as his screen dims temporarily.

He shakes his head, the light returning to his face as his grip tightens. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice filled with a mix of anger, frustration, and something else.

The anger in his voice and his rough treatment of the chain around your neck surprised even him. He was possessive, that's no secret, but he had never acted like this before. The idea of you slipping away and finding comfort in someone else's arms made his blood boil.

His hand gripped the chain tightly, forcing you to look up at him as he stood over you. His eyes were intense, one spiraling with his unbridled emotions.

You instinctively crawl forward as he tugs on the electric shackles, wrapping the length of it around his other hand in a way that really shouldn't be doing things to you the way it is.

He leans down and takes your chin over his claw. "Even if my attention is pulled away temporarily, that doesn't change our contract,” he hums with an almost bored expression as he tilts your face this way and that before tightening his grip. “You're mine,” he growls as he lifts you off of your knees by your face. He ignores your yelp of pain, opting to revel in the blood blossoming across your jawline. “If I say you're to stay by my side, then you stay by my side. That is your only purpose and you'll fulfill it. Do you understand?" He hissed, his voice low and filled with two opposing fires of frustration burning away at the core of his very being.

"I tried to be by your side, but-" A scream cuts off your protests as the chain sparks to life and shocks your entire body. Your head drops down as you pant heavily, squeezing your eyes shut tight as stars dance across your vision.

Vox's eyes darken further as you try to protest again. His irritation only increases as he remembers the scolding he got from Velvette. She was the one who told him about Valentino’s plan to send you to a club to meet one of his employees. Valentino had been waiting for a way to get back at Vox for something else and he’d found it. 

It took Velvette’s lack of tolerance for his shit to finally snap him out of the dickish headspace he’d been in. She sat him down and forced him to watch the footage of his behavior the last week and to look at the business’s declining numbers. He knew he had been short with you, but he didn’t realize for how long he’d neglected and snapped at you.

He never did know how to deal with the feeling of guilt.

Without warning, he gives the chain a sharp yank, causing the chain to spark to life, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your head drops down and your eyes squeeze shut as you cry out in surprise.

"I don't want excuses. I want you to o̵b̶e̷y̶,” He growls, pushing down the squirming shame in the depths of his synthetic chest. “You do what I say, when I say it. You will not go behind my back and do whatever the hell you want."

A grin worthy of a showman like himself spreads on his screen, displaying the nature of his rage as he uses the tip of his boot to lift your chin. "Now. Let's try that again."

to be continued...

[httpiastri]

Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷

bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3

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paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.

there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"

your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.

"god, you're shivering."

you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.

"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."

"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"

"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.

"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.

but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.

paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.

when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."

his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.

"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"

you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.

as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.

when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.

you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.

he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"

maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.

[bestpigeon]

What would happen if the reader meets Yandere Alastor after the fight with Adam? Like Alastor was in denial about his love ( obsession ) for the reader... But now something has broken and Alastor is perhaps more dangerous ( I'm trying to talk about the last episode, when Alastor goes to his radio tower which is broken )... And reader tries to be a good friend so he goes looking for alastor and finds him in this scene...

Bonus: imagine the reader delicately rejecting alastor's love, because he only sees him as a friend

Hi! Love the Alastor shit omg. And sry if I've fucked up the story or sm. Thanks so much for the recommendation. Sry if this is a short one!

NEW ADDICTION..

YANDERE ALASTOR X MALE READER

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The extermination was today. Everyone in the Hazbin Hotel was worried, or at least curious about what the outcome of this battle was. I work for Lucifer as one of his servents. Im quite powerful, too. I got instructed to protect Charlie, and I intend to do just that.

I fly down with your beautifully coloured wings and land in front of Charlie. I land and bow down to Charlie.

"Charlie's, it's a pleasure. Your father instructed me to help you with this battle." I say as I smile with my arms crossed. She smiles widly at me.

"Hi! Thank you so much, we need Al the help we can get." She says with her usual bright smile. I return the smile and nod. "Of course. Anything to protect your hotel, dear Charlie." I say with a smile. A portal opens up. They're coming. I turn around and get ready to fight. A black and green dome thing surrounds the hotel. I look over to see a familiar red demon called Alastor. We've crossed a few times. I've never actually spoken before, however.

We make eye contact before he tilts his head and smiles at me. He always smiles, but when he looks at me, it grows substantiously. I didn't question it. An angel lunged at me, and I kicked the angel with huge levels of power. I attacked some other angels. Suddenly, the dome got destroyed, and you could see Adam and Lute fly down. Adam goes straight for Alastor. Alastor could probably beat him in a fight. So I didn't bother aiding him.

A few, well, a lot of dead angels later, I turn to see Alastor being struck by Adam, ultimately breaking his staff. He falls to the ground immediately. My eyes widen. He's never gone down that easily before. I could hear Adams sly giggle radiate off the broken down walls. I stand and watch for a moment. Before I knew it, Alastor dissappears. I go back to my duty. That being killing angels.

I couldn't help but worry about Alastor. He's never been hurt like this before. He's one heck of a strong demon. Lucifer soon showed up. I smile at him and wave. He let's me know I can leave, and I so just that. I ascend into the air and fly. I see Alastors destroyed the radio tower on my detour. I graciously fly down and notice Alastor entering the radio tower. I raise an eyebrow and fly down to the entrance. I land quietly and hear him.. singing? I listened in for a while.

"-guess who'll be pulling all the strings!-" He says. I look through the door worryingly. He's never acted this way before. He's fucking loosing it. He hunches over his station where he usual records his radio and groans in pain.

"Alastor?" I say. He tenses almost immediately and whips his head to look at me. His eyes are glowing a luminous red. His hair is is heavily misplaced and he's bleeding slightly.

He doesn't say anything and he just turns around. "You.. shouldn't be here. Leave!-" He shouts, I quickly interrupt him.

"No! Alastor I don't know toy at all really. But from what I've seen, a powerful iverlord like you doesn't just run away from a battle." I say as I approach him slowly, I was catious to not make any sudden movements. He doesn't really know me so I didn't want him to attack. He flinched when I got closer. "Al?" I say leaning in to see his facial expression.

His breathing watched up and he scratched the desk infront of him. "Tell anyone.. about this I'll kill you." He says in almost a whisper. I nod at him.

"Right. I wouldn't Al. I'm an overlord myself I know how dangerous it is to show weakness." I say. He sighs thankfully. He rubs his face. He's clearly distraught.

"Good. Now leave-" He says. I interrupt him once again. "No Al. Talk to me" I say with reassurance. I move a hand to his shoulder and he flinches at my touch. He takes a deep breath and hesitates for a while. "I'm.. nothing. Nothing leave. Now" He says as his eyes glow a brighter red. I tap his shoulder and heal his wound before walking away. What a stubborn guy.

I fly away. After a whole I land on the floor before I get stabbed in the stomach. "The fuck!?-" I say before I get thrown harshly into an alleyway. I fall to the floor, I go to fight back but someone appears infront of me. My eyes widen. The red demonic fellow. He basically twitches in anger. "Bye bye" He chuckles satanically before using his tentical to strangle the demon.

The demons head falls to the floor and the demon gets covered in blood. He stands infront of me before turning around to me. He kneels infront of me. "Alastor..? What are you.." I say confused. He interrupts me by shushing me. He checks my wound before grabbing my hand and putting it on it. I heal it and sigh.

"You alright? Thought your stronger then that yknow." He says, you could hear the static in his voice. He's healed now. "Yeah yeah. Got caught of guard.." I say before grabbing his hands and standing us

Someone else tries to enter the alleyway. Alastor uses his tentacles again and kills them instantly. He shoves his tentacle through the demon and the demon falls to the floor. "No one.. touches you. Understand?" He says as he whispers into my ear. I feel my face go a little warm.

I dont say anything since I didn't really know how to reply. He picks me up bridal style and teleports to the Hazbin Hotel. He puts me down and I look around confused. The crimson coloured walls made me realise this is Alastors room. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"That whole..fucking battle I watched you. The way you effortlessly kill those angels. No one will hurt you.. I'll make sure of it dear. Do you trust me?" He whispers seductively in my ear while holding the top of my neck with his hands. His claw slightly and lightly scratching my neck. I feel myself shudder under his touch.

I've seen him around. We've interacted once or twice. Despite that we've never really spoke. I gulp and nod slowly. I've admired him for a while. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Use your words, sweetheart." He says as he places a kiss on the edge of my lips just to tease. I keep eye contact with him before answering. "Yes, Al.. I trust you." I say. Which was true. Kinda. Somewhat. But he's too handsome to give this up. But he makes me feel something. Maybe love at first sigh actually exists.

He chuckles and kisses my lips before quickly leaning away. If anything it was just a peck. He leaves my breathless before he pushes me out the room. I looked around confused. Did that just happen? I could hear Alastors giggle through the closed door. I snickered and rolled my eyes. He's clearly teasing me.

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[zegrasdrysdale]

ok I said the last one was my last request but im a legit ee73 and lf63 hoe soooooooo could you do a fic/headcannon w one of them about what its like being their girl, like do you ride to games w him, would you guys have any game day rituals as a couple, who would ur bff on the team be etc.

OK THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT

lf63 headcanons

being luca’s girlfriend

warning(s) : slightly nsfw at times (nothing too explicit)

author’s note : gonna knock out some of my hc requests over the next few days so keep an eye out for them !!

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Luca is obsessed with you before either of you even make your relationship official

he’s always spending time with you at parties that he invites you to because he “wants to make sure you’re safe”

it only gets worse after your relationship becomes official

you always ride to games with him because you did it one time at the start of the season so he thinks it’s good luck if you ride with him to game … at least home games

you’re super close with his younger brother adam

you and luca go surprise adam sometimes when columbus is home for a handful of games

you’re also super close to his teammates, but noteably ethan, mark and seamus. you’re even close to luke even though he plays in new jersey

kisses and cuddles are an absolute must. luca’s love language is touch for sure. he’s always touching you in some way if he isn’t cuddling with you

he loves to instigate makeout sessions or sex between the two of you. especially at the start of your relationship

you always join him for his pregame nap and meal. luca loves having you close on game days because sometimes he gets nervous or stressed out so you consider it his game day ritual at this point

there’s sometimes a quickie thrown in if luca can’t sleep

you often end up tying his tie most evenings before leaving for the game. he can tie his own ties (and you know this) but you never say anything about it. it gives you a few extra seconds together before any games

he sometimes lets you wear his chain when it isn’t a game day

but you buy him a new one a few months into your relationship and he wears that one so you can keep

you love to steal his hoodies and he never gets mad at you or tells you to stop because he knows he’ll get them back once they stop smelling like him

he always leaves you one of his jerseys to wear to games

after big wins, you always end up in his bed to celebrate the win

if he has a good game, you will end up in his bed to celebrate. no matter the outcome

he’s always buying you gifts even if you tell him not to. he tells you that he likes to spoil you sometimes so he will always buy you gifts

his practice ritual includes fist bumping you through the glass at games that you’re able to go to

he’s a very big fan of shower sex. he will always say that it’s a “two for one hit” since he gets to make you feel good while also getting clean, not to mention that the shower washes everything away so cleanup is easy

you’re one of the first people on the ice when Michigan wins the NCAA tournament that sends them to the Frozen Four. Luca kisses you right at center ice, which basically hard launched your relationship to anyone that didn’t know

Christmasses and holidays are often split between Canada with Luca and Minnisota with your family

getting drunk with the entire hockey team because they love having you around

moving in with Luca before the start of his junior year so you see each other everyday, which includes a LOT of sex in the first month

loving him even if he takes his frustrations over hockey out on you (he apologizes after every time)

loving him through his lows and his eyes

him loving you through every argument

him choosing you over hockey every day of the week

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Hii! im not sure if youre taking requests right now but if so id like to request a portmafiayandere!ranpo x reader hcs

when i first got this request it really intrigued me. i never thought of what ranpo would be like in the mafia, but him as a yandere as well? i couldn’t get it off of my brain… thank you for requesting!!

Yandere Port Mafia! Ranpo Edogawa Headcanons

Possible warnings: Dark content, manipulation, mentions of nonconsensual drug usage, kidnapping, stalking

There are many routes we can take with these headcanons, so I’m going to start with you being a detective at the agency.

Let’s say that you were out on a job, trying to sniff out any information you can get about the Port Mafia. You went as an undercover agent and joined the mafia. You were relatively well accepted among your “peers”, but yet there was one man that didn’t like you in the slightest.

He would constantly watch you in plain sight. It’s almost as if he didn’t care if you caught him. You didn’t even know who it was as well. It made you nauseous.

Your first real encounter with him immediately rubbed you the wrong way as well. When he made eye contact with you, it felt as if he was staring through your soul. You felt like he knew everything about you, just by one glance. It was off putting to say the least.

This was the truth as well. He took note of how your hands were clammy as you shook his, how your face was slightly sweaty, how your breathing was uneven, how you seemed panicked… He deduced that you were an enemy in disguise almost instantly.

Later, you eventually found out that the person you shook hands with was one of the newest mafia executives; Ranpo Edogawa.

You didn’t like this one bit. You’ve heard stories of what he has done while in the mafias ranks, and it scared you. He was known for making up extremely complex plans for the mafia, and he was not to be messed with. The stories you were told also described how he would be able to figure out a persons motive within the speed of sound.

It scared you.

So what did you do?

You avoided him as much as you could.

You would keep your distance. You would always try to be on the opposite side of the building as him, you’d run past him if you were ever in the same room, and you’d try to ask for orders that made sure you wouldn’t be near him.

For the most part, it worked. You were able to successfully keep your distance from him!

Well, so you thought.

He was always watching you. If you were in a crowd, he was there as well. If you were in your office typing up some paperwork, he had a secret camera watching you.

He knew that you were a detective trying to gather information about the mafia, but yet he didn’t do a thing to stop you. He just simply watched on the sidelines, observing your every move.

Over the course of a few months, he started to fall in love with you. His love was… obsessive to say the least.

He’d set up more cameras so he could watch you—even some in your apartment. You of course, we’re none the wiser. He was very good at being discreet with his actions. After all, he was once the greatest detective in the world, alongside now being the best strategist in the mafia.

But then one day you were forced to go on a job with him due to his personal request. The letter you received asking you to come to his office was more than threatening as well. The way he worded things in his letter made everything seem more violent than they needed too.

When you entered his office, he asked you to sit down in a chair nearby. He then offered you one of his candies—something he has never done before.

You of course took the sweet, not wanting to rouse any suspicion on your end. You slowly ate it, and realized it tasted like cinnamon. You quickly checked the wrapper and it was supposed to be a fruity candy, not something that was had an autumn-like taste.

You then passed out.

When you awoke, you were in the mafias “dungeon.”

Ranpo was sitting in the corner, playing a video game. He wasn’t paying any attention to you.

When you made a noise, he looked up at you and giggled. He then started to explain how he felt about you, why you were there, and what would happen to in the future. He then gave you two options; become his spouse and live in captivity, or die.

You, of course, chose to become his spouse after some… “convincing.”

Being his darling wouldnt be as bad as it may seem. He may be a mafioso, but he still has morals from his detective days. Though, sometimes it would be hard to read him since he was still quite childish.

More often than not you’d be forced to cook him dinner, do housework, and do other small miscellaneous tasks to appease him. He’d never force you to do something that you didn’t wish to do… unless it was cuddling him or sharing your plate.

You would be stuck at his home forever, yes, but he’d still allow you some small freedoms. He’d never tie you up unless you had attempted to escape. He’d of course knew that you would try to escape before you even attempted to do it. He was very smart after all, maybe too smart.

You’ll be a good to him though, right?

He’d absolutely hate to torture you.

[angeliqueiguess]

“Focus!” (j.jh)

020. hope warnings: angsty, a hint of hope.

Jaehyun lay sprawled across the couch in his hotel suite, the steady hum of traffic and public transit filtering through the windows. The noise, though overwhelming, served as a strange comfort—at least it kept his mind from spiraling too far into his thoughts. But no matter how loud the city outside was, one thing remained constant: Y/n.

She was all he could think about. Every part of him longed for another chance, just one more, to say the things he had buried for too long. He wanted to drop the mask he had worn for years, to stop pretending and finally tell her how he really felt. But the idea of confronting her wasn’t what scared him most. No, the real fear was what would come after—what if she listened, only to walk away? What if, after everything, she decided to close the door on him for good?

The fear gnawed at him relentlessly, forcing him to play out every possible version of that conversation in his mind. He obsessed over what he would say, how he would say it, and whether any of it would make a difference. But no matter how much he planned, a voice in the back of his mind whispered the same doubt over and over: What if it’s already too late?

Lost in his thoughts, the sudden vibration of his phone on the table snapped him back to reality. His heart skipped a beat as he reached for it, fingers slightly shaky. He unlocked the screen, and there it was—the message he had been waiting for: "Meet me tomorrow..."

For a moment, everything around him faded into silence. The noise of the city, the weight of his doubts—gone. A small, hesitant smile spread across his face, the first genuine one in a long time, softening the exhaustion etched into his features.

Maybe—just maybe—this was his chance to finally make things right.

Calmness was finally beginning to settle in Y/n’s mind. She had followed her best friend’s advice, though she was already on her third cup of tea. Each sip had chipped away at the overwhelming anxiety that had kept her on edge, leaving only faint traces of nervousness that felt a little easier to manage. With a deep sigh, she set the cup aside and reached for her phone, which had been off for the past five hours. It had given her enough time to think more clearly about what she needed to do—and, more importantly, what might happen. She felt better, though not entirely.

As she powered the phone on, the screen lit up with a flood of notifications: likes, scattered comments on her posts, and a few new messages. Among them was one from Ten: “Text me when you feel better, boo 💕.”

A small, warm smile crept onto her face, wrapping her in a sense of comfort she hadn’t realized she needed. She couldn’t help but feel grateful for Ten, someone so patient and thoughtful, someone who always knew exactly what to say without demanding anything in return. In the middle of all her emotional chaos, he was a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone—that someone cared and was willing to stand by her, no matter what.

Leaning her head back against the couch, she held the phone loosely in her hands, breathing a little easier. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was still there, hovering, but that simple message from Ten was enough to ground her. It was a lifeline in the middle of the storm, and for now, that was exactly what she needed.

prev//next masterlist.

Angie's note: hiii im back at it again! (i'll try to update every day while i can hehe) hope you like this one! and dont forget to take care of yourselves!!! love ya! <3 <3 <3

Taglist: @apolloxxivmin @aerivrs @chan-yeoldelling @livingdoll-hara @cryingforjae @heavenjae @milanco @sibwol @neocupidd @minkyuncutie @miniature-tragedy @kukkurookkoo @kodasity @injunnie-lemon @thegracerammy @hahaechans

[hausofmamadas]

SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

[leviathanspain]

Hi! Saw you were taking requests!

If you want, maybe a Daemon or Aemond x reader drabble with 'if I can't have you, no-one can'. Maybe childhood friends/ unrequited love and reader comes back in a happy marriage to someone else. Or Daemon/ Aemond had an argument with their betrothed/spouse reader and someone else who was obsessed with reader attacks her (maybe even kills her).

Basically I want pure angst! No real happy ending!

Thank you and have a great day!

let me back into your life

daemon targaryen x reader

synopsis: daemon should’ve never come to winterfell

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“why are you here?” you asked, breaking the awkward silence that had been between the two of you for the last hour. daemon had asked for you to meet him privately, and considering you were married to the son of the lord of winterfell, getting the things you asked for required no sneaking of any kind.

“i wanted to see if the rumors were true.” he whispered, and looked down at your belly, “a child..is it his?”

you scoffed, and ran a hand down the front of your belly, “yes. it is. but i see no reason why that concerns you.”

you paced the room and daemon stood up abruptly from the chair closest to the fireplace. he was standing over you, overbearing, intimidating as always. “don’t act stupid. i’ve had you hundreds of times, i’ve reveled in your pleasure as you in mine. i have good reason to ask if that is my child you bare.”

you faltered, and pushed him away slightly, moving under his gaze.

“i was never yours to have, daemon!” you yelled at him, your hands on your belly as you paced your chambers nervously. “im not the one who got married first, daemon! if you remember, rhea royce exists! she’s your wife! she’s the one you should be with!”

daemon rolled his eyes, “the bronze bitch? you know i had no choice-“

you had enough. your eyes narrowed as you moved to shove him against the wall, hands bunching into his shirt, “and you think i did?” you looked at daemon with disdain and shook your head, “you were the one who didn’t ask my father for my hand, you were the one who jeopardized our future!” you let go and daemon let out a puff of anger.

“don’t ever lay your hands on me again, woman.” he threatened, his pride clearly hurt. he fumbled for his composure as he dusted his clothing of you, and held the sight of you with little regard.

you let out a bitter laugh, “now i’m woman? not..princess? my love? issa ābrazȳrys?” you looked at daemon who’s eyes were glued to the rich rugs on the floor, “you are a coward, daemon targaryen. you were a coward since the day i met you, a coward since the day i left you. why did you come back? certainly the cowardliness didn’t leave so soon, as even now you find it difficult to gaze into my eyes.”

you were cold, “am i the mistake you made? a loose end you needed to tie up? im sure viserys doesn’t know you are here, so why go through so much just to argue with me?”

daemon closed his eyes and shook his head, “stop.” he whispered, “stop!”

the fury in his eyes faded as defeat took over. you faltered and didn’t move from your spot. your child’s feet thumped furiously in your belly, and you parted your lips to say something, “im sorry daemon. but you need to leave.” you looked at him once more before you called in your personal guard.

“y/n! please, please just let me back into your life…” he cried, but you shuddered the thought away, “don’t make me get my husband.” you threatened, and daemon quieted as your guard hauled him away.

the child you bore had white hair, a trait of his true parentage that you tried to excuse with it being something passed down by your targaryen mother. your husband believed you, but you knew that word had spread of the child, and rumors had reached the rogue prince’s ears. even in his depression of losing you, he was happy to know that at least a part of him had made it back into your life.

[jusst-you-race]

you make me feel comfortable here i swear, esp recently since seeing

oscar between haasbands (obsessed with the snippet)

rarepairs supporter (GAX and 2019 rookies- YES but may i offer you galex+lily or whatever their ship name is)

topgun????

strollonso / non lance hater (a big, warm and extra tight hug for that btw)

on this blog

~29

nonnie 29 I am kissing you so gently on the forehead mwah

I am a massive rare pair supporter you have no idea I can and will ship Anything as demonstrated by seeing oscar in between the haasbands on track and going yeah I can rpf that… exploring new and interesting dynamics is SO fun to me fr

Gax my beloved… always thinking about Gax tbh… and Galex + Lily! I believe I have read at least one fic for this and yeah…. Yeah…. Cool fun couple and their awkward bestie turned shared boyfriend? I’m compelled! they have a lot of fun potential especially with the whole galex being sort of exes then alex dating lily and George being weird about it …. yeah … Lily rolling her eyes and slamming their heads together to make them sort their shit out… it’s very challengers if challengers was slightly less toxic (because they’re all sweet goofballs at heart)

oh my god so I’m Very into top gun fun fact hangster and icemav will always have my whole damn heart like I am actively repressing the urge to come up with some kind of f1 top gun au (or top gun f1 au…….. fuck……..) because I have Other things to write but maybe one day…. if anyone dms me about it though I may be unable to resist

strollonso! Lance! most in love couple on the grid (Haasbands are coming for their title tho) <3 I care them deeply there is something so special about war criminal Fernando going to Aston Martin and becoming the softest sap ever… “I will always support him” like… look rpf is all fun and games and Im not trying to claim any of these men are Actually in a relationship but if I was… well I know where I’d start… Lancey is very special to me I will always be pro Lance he is a princess and has never done anything wrong in his life! yeah idk the unreasonable amounts of hate he gets just makes me really upset so you will not find any of that here ever!

on the matter of you being comfortable in my little corner of the internet, that seriously means the world to hear! I do try to be a positive space so I’m very glad I have succeeded in that with you! sorry I’m really just yapping away here BUT this kind of feels like a time to maybe put an idea I’ve been mulling over into the world… maybe this already exists or whatever but I’ve been thinking about the idea of a discord server specifically for the people who love most if not all of the drivers… or for people who love the less popular drivers even? but mostly a place free from haterism because why I respect the haterism and I think everyone is entitled to it… I just kind of don’t have that in me? And I feel like I can’t be alone in that… anyway putting out feelers for if this would be something people would be interested in… for the saps with too big a heart shall we say (for the rare pair shippers even? I dunno)

sorry for hijacking your ask and for my inability to shut up love you nonnie 29 <3

[love-toxin]

Ok but your pornstar au got me thinking about pervy!Steve or pervy!Eddie falling in love with a camboy😳

OK BUT.......IM GONNA BE GROSS...

(cws: camboy!angelface, stalker!perv!steve/stalker!perv!eddie, modern au, they're kinda degenerates, strangers to lovers)

Steve or Eddie watching every single stream and liking every single post on your social media because they're absolutely obsessed with you. they rub themselves raw at every risqué photo you post and save every single one on their phones because it makes them feel like you took them just for them. they drop so many donations during your livestreams just so you'll say their usernames out loud, and they hope for those rare compliments you give out because it's such a delicious addition to their spank bank. Eddie usually pays to have you hump your pillow, and tips you extra if you cum all over it and lick it off the fabric with that pretty, pink tongue. while Steve always wants to see you finger yourself, he loves the spread of your cheeks as you arch back and try to hit those spots all by yourself, your poor, neglected cock pressing into the sheets as you focus on giving your viewers a good look. they think about you constantly, they never touch themselves without thinking of you, they just want you so bad it aches. and they think that you don't even know who they are, but little do they know you do.

they'd absolutely cream their pants if they found out you actually find them adorable. you have creepy fans and all and they shouldn't be any different, being that they're probably parasocial little freaks living in basements somewhere--but you've seen their private profiles and they're so cute, for some reason it doesn't ick you out to see their nasty compliments pop up. it actually makes you harder when you're making yourself cum for your audience. but you can't show any favouritism, at least not publicly....but that doesn't mean you can't reply to their DMs with a photo that very clearly shows your home address in the background, along with a comment that should be enough to get through their heads that you want them to show up.

and so you wait, and your next stream comes around soon. you make some passing comment in the beginning as you're warming up that you've got a fantasy involving someone barging in during your stream and fucking your brains out, your sigh of resignation not completely fake as you wonder whether your favourite viewers are gonna pop into your chat like they always do. it worries you that they don't, though, and that you might've scared them off--but just as you're finishing your warmup and starting to ease yourself down on your dildo, you hear a car door slam outside and the sound of your front door opening and closing. you stop, and wait, suddenly panicked that it might be a home intruder or a burglary, but keep your cool for the people watching. but when your bedroom door squeaks open and you find a man with a very familiar face standing there, your eyes widen and he...he suddenly seems quite shy.

he just stands there, trying to meet your eyes and failing, turning slightly like he's considering running right back out of the house--but he doesn't, only because you start grinning from ear to ear and ask him, in that sweet voice; "is that my favourite fan over there?" before patting the space between your legs as your chat goes wild with a flood of comments. he doesn't even think twice at that, all your viewers see is a guy clambering on top of you so fast you collapse back into your bed, giggling when he shoves your sex toy off the mattress and starts frantically undoing his belt, even while he's already humping you between your thighs like he can barely even wait. you help in shoving his pants down just enough for him to pull it out, gasping in sweet awe at the feeling of his girth just by pressing the tip against you--and when he slides in, still dressed from head to toe and pinning you with his whole body weight as you lay back nude, you immediately start panting and clawing at his clothes at the sensation of being so full.

it's like the camera doesn't even exist, nothing exists except for his lips on your neck and your cock grinding up between your bodies, every ounce of seed milked out as he humps you in such a feral manner you could swear he's had a dry spell lasting a lifetime. you hook your ankles around his back so he won't pull out when he cums, but even when he does, he fucks you right through it and doesn't slow down even when you're cumming on a loop yourself, the constant pressure and deep strokes against your sweet spots turning you into a mush-minded sex doll. he pours sweat all over you, makes you so sticky and sore with cum swelling you up that you feel bloated, and his tongue's so hot and slick as he laps at your neck and your cheek that he reminds you of an overexcited dog. he's gross, definitely the perverted basement-dweller you assumed he was. but he fucks you so good you can't stop, plus that stream makes you heaps of money with how intense it is--and he's actually kind of sweet, mumbling meek confessions of love into your ear as he rubs the back of your scalp and holds you so close to his chest. he's worth keeping around at least for a little while.....and maybe longer, if he ends up stealing your heart like you feel he might.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Fresh Out The Slammer.

Content Warning: implied hook up (i literally struggle to write smut. idk why im so sorry guys 😭)

‘Why does this always happen to me?’ you thought as tears rolled down your face.

You caught your boyfriend- no, ex-boyfriend cheating on you with some random girl. You didn’t know exactly why you were crying. He treated you like shit and if anything you should’ve left him months ago.

He would always come home late, never take you on dates, be ridiculously obsessive and controlling of you and berate you for anything you did “wrong.”

But this is what’s been happening to you for a while. At least since you’ve broken up with Billy Dunne.

You had been with him in highschool but you both decided that it would be best to break up.

Billy was focusing on his music…and he was falling into an addiction, and you just wanted to focus on school and get your life together.

But that never stopped you from calling him every now and then. No matter what happened, it always seemed like you would go back running to Billy.

No one understood you like him.

Grabbing the phone you quickly dialed his number.

Truth be told, you hadn’t called him in a while. You didn’t know where he was, how he was…you didn’t even know if this was still his number.

‘Please pick up…please pick up’

“Hello?”

You felt yourself stiffen. You hadn’t heard his voice in months. You felt like you had cotton in your mouth. You didn’t actually think he would pick up.

“Billy?”

“Sweetheart?”

Oh god.

Not even a minute and he was already with the nicknames. But you weren’t about to start complaining.

“Billy, I know I haven’t called you in a while- and I’m sorry for that but I just- I need—“

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

“Y-Yea…okay”

You didn’t think he was gonna be so quick with his answer.

Line disconnects, and after 10 minutes, you hear a knock at your door.

Opening the door, you look up. He was wearing his signature, black leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was slightly more grown out then normal. He was wearing dark sunglasses despite it being night.

“Hey.” he says calmly.

“Hey…Come in”

He steps inside, his eyes lingering on you. He smiles at you and it feels as if time freezes, you felt like the only two people in the world. You had so much history together. After a bit of silence Billy speaks.

“It’s been a while…”

“Yeah, yeah it has”

You could feel the tension in air. It was so thick that someone could probably cut it with a knife.

He steps closer to you, just within your personal space. There’s also a hint of nostalgia in the air. He feels an urge to pull you into a hug and hold you tightly to his chest. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were years ago. He speaks quietly, not being able to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

“I missed you…”

“I’ve missed you too” you say as you take a step towards him.

You were close enough that your lips were just inches apart. It seemed like you both were thinking the same thing, ‘do I risk it all again?’

Billy suddenly kissed your lips, there was no sign of hesitation or doubt. His hand gently moved behind to the back of your head and it felt so familiar. It all felt so…right.

Billy’s hand moved down from behind your head to your lower back and he moved you back until your back was gently against the wall.

The way he kissed you filled you with butterflies and your body felt warm all over. He moved even closer to you until his body was nearly fully pressed against yours. He kept kissing you until you both couldn't breathe, only then did he stop.

He stepped back slightly "Forgot how good that felt."

“I forgot too”

He smirks and kisses you again.

“Your room still in the same place?” he says smugly.

(IMAGINE THIS PART I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT IM SO SO SORRY😭😭😭)

You were both wrapped in your sheets, Billy held you in his arms as he played with your hair.

“I’m glad you called”

You turn your head to gaze into his eyes. “I’m glad you came”

He smiles smugly and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I'll be honest" he lets out a soft chuckle "I knew you'd come back, it was only a matter of time..."

You roll your eyes and gently hit his chest.

“Shut up…don’t act like you don’t call me whenever you have a problem”

He laughs and squeezes you.

“Yeah…yeah you’re right”

He kisses your forehead.

“But you never complain about it”

You look up at him and smiles.

“And you’re right about that…”

You knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew that no one would understand you like Billy does. You knew that no matter how many shitty relationships you went through you would always run back home to Billy.

hope u guys liked this little one-shot! i’ve been so drained with studying for exams so i’ve been putting off the next part of wait for your love but trust once my exams are done and over with i will keep working on it :) ! (ALSO SO SO SORRY THAT THERE ISNT SMUT IT THIS, I SUCK AT WRITING IT)

[voiceofsword]

Psssst. If you have any headcannons to spare, how do you think Crazy: B is at handshake/fan events 👀 Ever since Mika mentions a fans itabag I’ve been obsessed

OK this one wont be super long bc ill be accompanying it with doodles but, u know the drill, under read more so i dont stretch people’s dashboards out

im gonna start with rinne i think he is VERY enthusiastic. he’s so happy to be there man. like he’s usually loud and kind of obnoxious regardless but this brings it out even more, most fans eat it up bc thats just his persona now, right. if any older fans show up he gets a bit softer/quieter to accommodate for them because he trusts them. 

if he notices fans being too shy/awkward he’ll try his best to hype them up and make them feel welcome i.e everybody be nice to this fan or i’ll blow this whole place up! but at the same time it’s like the second he sniffs out that they’re nervous he becomes a bit more pushy (WELL-MEANING OFC) AND IT CAN GET TO BE ALMOST SCARY… HE WILL EITHER GET SOFT AND UNDERSTANDING OR HE WILL EXPLODE ON U AND TRY TO MAKE U EXCITED WITH HIM THERES NO IN-BETWEEN… he will point out that ur nervous and ask u why that is. maybe poke a little bit of fun. obviously not enough to make you cry or whatever but enough for you to shake a little bit, so that after you leave you can look back at the pictures and memories like damn im actually glad rinne amagi helped me out of my shell

hes like an apex predator he can sense fear but instead of k wording you he forces you to do peace signs with him in photos

niki like always is super friendly and welcoming. he tries his best to make fans have fun! he isn’t nearly as pushy as rinne and doesn’t really pry. he makes small talk and if he thinks you smell nice he Will point it out! he will compliment and laugh a lot and overall be very silly. 80% of any event he’s playing footsie with rinne under the table and occasionally during fan meets they’ll start play bickering both for The Bit and also because they cant go too long without doing it it sustains them. 

one concerning thing about niki is that regardless of the circumstances he will always ALWAYS accept food, even though he is not supposed to. he sneaks off to eat snacks to prevent hunger pangs and if any fan catches him while offering food he will most assuredly be like oh hell ya, which is why the other guys are constantly on the look-out for him. while almost all fans do it in good faith i can imagine he’s gotten sick from at least one instance of this happening but he never learns because he cannot for the life of him turn down stuff he can eat. kohaku and rinne literally always have an eye on him to make sure his breaks stay short and to haul his ass back to the table 

himeru is perfect. like as a meet and greet idol he is exemplary. it’s almost scary. he gives the perfect amount of small talk, compliments you just enough, smiles the whole time. holds your hand for enough time, brushes his hair behind his ear acting all handsome, laughs at anything and everything that might be a joke….it’s like he has a mental checklist for every encounter. he studies this shit every night before an event so he has it down to a T. he makes meeting the others feel like youre talking to the teletubbies 

like rinne he senses fear and while he doesnt push like rinne does it’s almost like. he’s smug about it. he knows he’s that good! HE’S SO RADIANT YOU CAN’T LOOK AT HIM FOR TOO LONG…

ok lastly kohaku! kohaku i feel like would definitely try his best to copy himeru. he thinks the other two are not good examples, so partly himeru’s trying to show off because he knows kohaku is watching. being good friends with aira also has him practicing this a lot with him, too. but on his own kohakuchan is good at talking to people, slightly less good at maintaining eye contact or handshakes but he’s working on it! you can tell he’s new to it but he’s trying his best so it makes it all the more endearing. 

the other three point it out a lot when they think he or the fans can’t hear. not in a malicious way theyre just happy to see kohaku’s having fun. his encounters definitely feel a little more rushed but not because he necessarily wants it to be over you can tell hes just a bit more nervous to be 1 on 1. sometimes the other guys do something stupid in the sidelines so he can get angry and have him let loose. anyways Be nice to him