#asking for part 2 without anything else is not the compliment you think it is

[the-travelling-witch]

why are people asking for part 2 on something that isn’t even a part 1?? like please, i have more ambition for a first part than four paragraphs

[myunghology]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!

pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)

tw none.. i think IDK

a/n — YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all

✧ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tired— and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.

But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.

Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?

You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!

Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.

He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.

The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?

He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelaces— which you didn't even notice that was untied.

When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.

The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.

The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy him— luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.

✧ — LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR

Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.

The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.

This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.

The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.

He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."

And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.

Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting you— even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.

It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.

To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys

Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely melts— and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)

"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..

Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.

✧ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.

Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself

Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.

But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishment— maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.

He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?

So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.

The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.

Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..

They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.

Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.

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[gothamhappiness]

I like to flirt with you, Red Hood! (Jason Todd x f!reader)

This is part 2 of this imagine

Warnings: no proof reading, fluff

Red Hood insisted on bringing you back home that night. He had no idea how to thank you for what you did for him, so making sure you arrived safely at your place was the least he could do. Your presence was bringing him a new kind of peace he never felt before as well.

If you always felt safe on his territory, you felt even better by his side. You felt like nothing could happen to you. You were at ease with him, you just hoped Batman didn't hurt him too badly. You walked as close as possible to him without touching him. The warmth of his body was smoothing you in the cold night surrounding the two of you.

You both stayed silent as Red Hood was following you home. Once you arrived at your building, you offered him to come upstairs with you because "he was a great bodyguard", and then you offered him to get inside because "he needed to get some rest".

Red Hood stayed a few instants without reacting, as you were gesturing for him to get inside. He peered inside your flat before his eyes went back on you.

"You really trust me" Red Hood quietly commented

"You're the only person I trust in this city" you proudly admitted "But you, do you trust me?" you asked

Red Hood entered your home, without thinking. It was rare to be able to trust someone so quickly in Gotham. But you both wanted to take the chance.

Or maybe it was simply love at first sight.

You closed the door behind him, giddy he was there, in your home. You always had a crush on him, he was so tall, so strong, so violent and yet so kind. He had this aura of danger and yet, now he felt like a protector. A guardian angel.

"Can I take care of your wounds? Or at least offer you some food?" you asked

"Food would be nice yes" he hummed

"No worries. Settle on the couch while I cook something away. You can play with my switch or watch the TV meanwhile" you replied

Jason had pushed his luck by accepting the food. He half wasn't believing you were truly going to make something for him. It all felt like a dream anyways. None of this could be true, so he should enjoy it while it lasted, he thought.

He removed his helmet, and a black domino mask greeted you. You smiled at how smart the man was.

After a little while, he helped you dress the table and you both settled to eat the food you prepared. You usually were too tired to cook anything after work, but it was different with Red Hood in your home. You wanted to look after him, like he always looked after the people living on his territory. It was the least you could do.

You waited for him to taste the food, before starting to eat. You were ready to get him something else if it wasn't to his liking.

"This is good" he praised you as he brightly smiled at you

"Glad you're enjoying" you replied and you started to eat as well, hoping he didn't notice how flushed your cheeks got at his compliment and smile

You finished to eat in a comfortable silence. Red Hood had too many thoughts swirling inside his head to hold a conversation, but you didn't mind. You were happy he was here.

You didn't find him intimidating at all.

Especially not when he insisted to help you with the dishes, no matter how much you protested. You both liked the sort of domestic vibes it had to it. Your shoulders touched at some point too. Red Hood almost broke a glass then and you teased him.

Before letting him go back outside, you gently put a hand on his arm:

"I know we don't know each other, but my home is always open to you... If you need somewhere to crash at, just knock at the door or at the window" you smiled

"Keep your window open then" he replied as he put his helmet back on to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

You nodded and smiled even more. You couldn't express how excited your were getting.

Without any warning, he softly grabbed your hands and gave you a little device with a red button on it. You looked up at him with a curious look written all over your face.

"If you're in trouble, push the button. I'll find you and keep you safe" he instructed you and your eyes lit up

"What if I just want to see you again?" you cheekily asked

"Push the button too" he hummed before looking away

Even with his helmet on, he couldn't hide the effect you were having on him. He thought it should be illegal for sure an attractive woman like you to flirt with him like that. How was he supposed to no completely become putty in your hands?

Damn, he couldn't be falling in love so easily. So quickly.

And yet, here he was.

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This part 2 was requested by @jasontoddsthunderthigh, hope you enjoyed!

[tarotwithavi]

How will your future partner make you feel?

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How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

They will make you feel as if all those lonely days were worth it, all the time you spent looking for love was worth it. They'll make you feel like you never have before. You'll be more confident in their presence, feeling as if you are the only woman/man in the entire universe. They'll make you feel so special that you may start wondering if your life is a dream. I see that you might get too attached to them, or they might get too attached to you, but either way, there is a sense of obsession. Being so infatuated with each other that you can't see anybody else. They'll make you realize that the time you spent alone was all for a better reason. The time you spent working on yourself was worth it. They'll make your stagnant life more enjoyable. I see that you may feel like you live a really boring life, but they'll make your life more interesting. You'll wake up every morning thinking about what will happen today, how your day will be, and what you will do together. They'll bring stability in your life and they'll make you feel heard and understood. They'll respect your boundaries and treat you the way you want to be treated. You'll feel as if you have won a lottery.

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Pile 2

They'll make you feel understood. You might have been misunderstood your whole life, or people seem to outcast you for no reason. But with them, you'll feel at home. They'll know everything about you and understand you without you having to say anything, almost as if they can read your mind. They'll know exactly what you want or need. They'll always be there to support you and protect you no matter what happens. You'll feel like yourself in their presence, and you'll feel like you don't have to change yourself or be somebody you're not. You'll pay no attention to whatever somebody says anymore. You'll feel no pressure to hide parts of yourself. You'll have a lot of deep conversations with them, finally having somebody to talk about your interests with. You may have a lot of knowledge about stars, dinosaurs, or something unusual. And they'll listen to you. They'll also provide emotional stability by always being there for you. I see that you guys will work together on something.

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Pile 3

Your future partner will make you feel incredibly passionate and alive, bringing a spark into your life that you might not have known was missing. They will make you feel beautiful, not just by complimenting your looks, but by making you feel valued and cherished for who you truly are. I see that they are really rich/financially stable so With them, you'll feel financially secure, as they support you in achieving your goals and creating a stable future together. They'll teach you so many new things, whether it's about the world, different cultures, or even about yourself, transforming your perspective in ways you never imagined. Most importantly, they'll change your perspective about life, helping you see things from different angles and inspiring you to grow and evolve into the best version of yourself. Their presence will transform your everyday experiences, making life richer and more meaningful. They'll make you feel more creative and passionate about your hobbies. I see that they may become your muse or vice versa.

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[nanamincreampie]

Badboy Sukuna

Sukuna Ryomen x Black plus size reader

Warnings: no warnings just pure fluff, 18+ in part 2

(part 2)

Badboy Sukuna who is on academic probation, finds himself assigned to you as a tutor by your professor. The first day of your meeting in the library, he’s caught off guard by how stunning you look in a neat pencil skirt, your blouse perfectly tucked in, and those glasses perched cutely on your nose. Despite your shy demeanor, he can’t help but let his flirtation flow. “So, you’re the one who’s supposed to save my ass from getting kicked out?” he smirks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes lingering on you. “Nice outfit today. You wear that for me?”

Badboy Sukuna who watches you roll your eyes, feels a rush of heat in your cheeks. “No, I wore this for myself. Now, instead of focusing on what I’m wearing, you should be focusing on the notes in front of you.” But that’s easier said than done, especially when Sukuna keeps throwing out compliments. “Cute glasses. They make you look smart… and a little sexy,” he adds, a teasing grin on his lips. You try to remain composed, but his intensity is making it difficult.

Badboy Sukuna who finds studying increasingly distracting, can’t help but chuckle one afternoon. “I didn’t know studying could look this good. You sure you’re not distracting me on purpose?” you try to maintain your professionalism, but the way he looks at you makes it hard to stay focused.

Badboy Sukuna who’s caught off guard a week later, sees you talking to a jock from the football team on campus. The jock is clearly being inappropriate, and without thinking, Sukuna strides over, his jaw clenched, eyes dark with simmering intensity. “Back off,” he says in a low, dangerous tone, stepping in between you and the jock. “You got something to say to her, you can say it to me.”

Badboy Sukuna who is ready to defend you, sees the jock look startled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, man, we’re just talking.” Sukuna steps even closer, his voice a growl. “Yeah? Well, you can talk somewhere else before I decide to punch you in the face.”

Badboy Sukuna who’s protecting you, watches as the jock and his friends quickly back off, mumbling excuses as they leave. He turns to you, his expression softening just slightly. “You alright?” he asks, still standing close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

Badboy Sukuna who feels a rush of gratitude from your presence, watches as you nod and bite your lip nervously. “Thanks… I didn’t expect that.” Before he can say anything more, you lean up and press a quick kiss to his cheek, your lips leaving a soft, warm imprint. “I appreciate it. See you next week for tutoring,” you say, turning away with a smile.

Badboy Sukuna who’s left standing there, feels his usual confident demeanor shaken as he watches you walk away. His hand comes up to touch the spot on his cheek where your lips had just been, and for the first time in a long while, he’s the one left flustered.

[flowerandblood]

Play with my heart (2/3)

[ modern actors • Aemond x Strong • female ]

[ warnings: masturbation, kissing, sexual tension, eavesdropping, discomfort associated with the loss of an eye, remorse, doubts, anxiety, unprofessional behavior ]

[ description: He gets the main role in a series about a great family and dragons, which could change his career. He is set to play the uncle and love interest of his childhood friend. When he meets the actress who plays her role, he begins to lose track of what is an acting and what is his real feelings. Sexual tension, grumpy, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: Yeah. I talked about it and I did it. You don't even know how much fun I had doing this. Of course, my characters play in a series whose script is an exact copy of my story The Fall from the Heavens. In this universe, Aemond (playing the One-Eyed Prince) and Rhaenys (playing the Princess) are of course not related – the other characters are also just actors. This three-part series is my gift to all fans of the original series, thank you so much for your support. "Rhaenys" in this story is her artistic pseudonym which she use instead of her real name.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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After filming the scene, they rose from the bed as if nothing had happened. The director complimented her acting, saying that she was able to wonderfully portray both the innocence and temptation her character evoked. She smiled at him as he unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip from it, walking towards him.

"They say the beginnings are the hardest." She said softly, looking around, waiting for the director to review again what they had managed to record and decide if anything needed to be repeated.

"Mmm." He hummed, taking another sip of water, feeling uncomfortable now that he was standing in front of her without a script, not knowing what to say.

They stood side by side in awkward silence for a while, looking at their director – he finally said that he liked everything and they would now shoot the scene where the Prince wakes her up in the middle of the night, dragging her out of her chamber after returning from Storm's End.

When he returned to his hotel room he collapsed on his bed, tired but also content. He felt ashamed that he had forgotten the line and at the same time he was grateful that his partner on set had helped him and been supportive, warm and understanding.

He didn't know how he felt about getting aroused during the scene of them kissing – he wondered where the limit of method acting was and whether he had gotten that much into his character or whether it was something else.

He decided he wouldn't think about it, and as long as they played their parts well, nothing else mattered.

The next day there was a big breakfast together in the hotel restaurant. At the table sat the director and his deputies, the writers, producers, actors, stylists and the many other people who contributed to this gigantic production.

She smiled at him from afar and waved at him, sitting at the table in her hair tied up in a braid, on her body only a T-shirt with the Pokemon logo and yellow tracksuit shorts.

He swallowed quietly, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, and sat down next to her, greeting her and everyone else along the way, unsure of how to act. Aegon sitting on the other side of the table extended his hand to him and he shook it.

"– how are you two doing? – you already have some passionate scenes behind you, right? – he's hot, isn't he? –" He asked her partner with amusement, who laughed out loud, trying to turn his question into a joke.

"– everyone here is beautiful and talented – I'm in heaven –" She said softly, deftly avoiding answering. Aegon laughed at her words and stretched in his chair, yawning loudly, losing interest in the subject.

He reached for the cheese toast, watching out of the corner of his eye as her hands placed the pancakes on her plate, which she covered next with pouring chocolate. She lifted her gaze to him and smiled at him warmly as their gazes met – he turned his face away, feeling like a mute, his heart stuck in his throat.

Why was he acting like an idiot in front of her?

It seemed to him that she took his silence as a signal that he simply wanted to eat his breakfast in peace, so she spoke animatedly to the woman to her right, Alys Rivers, who was to play the Witch of Harrenhal.

Aegon was talking to him across the table, mentioning something about their shared scene with him and Helaena. He nodded, sipping his toast with a gulp of coffee, absorbed in his thoughts, for some reason returning to their kiss.

He'd kissed many women in his career before, but this time it was something different.

He thought she was an excellent young actress.

In the following scenes they played he saw her in a gown for the first time. He thought she looked like some immortal elf in it, beautiful and light, a warm, gentle smile directed towards him on her face.

Her gown consisted of two colours – her long, floor-length sleeves were red, and the material hugging her breasts, hips and waist was light blue. Her shoulders were bare; other than that, she wore no other jewellery, her long hair falling softly down her back, accentuating her long neck.

He swallowed hard, feeling a twinge in his gut for some reason, and turned his face away, sitting down with her at the table where, together with Aegon and Helaena, they played out the scene in which the King informed them that they would be marrying for a second time, this time before the Septon.

They spent the rest of the day in the courtyard, filming shots of them meeting years later, and their conversation after they married, when the Princess came out to speak to him.

He felt a pleasant tingling in his lower abdomen at the thought of kissing her again: to his surprise, cupping her chin and placing a tender, soft kiss on her mouth came to him with ease. Her moist, fleshy lips didn't close against his caress, on the contrary, they parted invitingly, her hand tightening on his wrist.

Encouraged, though it wasn't in the script, he took a step forward and deepened the kiss, lazily brushing her soft mouth with his, her eyes closed, a quiet, sweet sigh left her mouth.

When he pulled away, he met her gaze, warm and misty, her cheeks flushed. He stroked her jaw with his thumb and she surprised him by rising on her toes, kissing the tip of his nose.

He felt his heart pound hard at the thought that this was not in the script.

However, he checked it quickly afterwards as he prepared for the next scene and saw that the director had added it as a suggestion.

He was furious with himself for feeling disappointed.

What was he thinking?

He didn't think it would be a problem for him, but he actually felt discomfort when it was time for them to play the scene where the Prince pulls off his eye patch in front of his beloved.

A new prosthetic eye was created especially for him which looked like a sapphire to represent his character well.

He was to wear it that day instead of his usual artificial left eye.

The sapphire eye was cleaned and prepared for him by the doctor who supervised, staying with him in private in the dressing room, that all was well. The very moment he closed his eyelid and opened it he felt that it was not.

Although its surface was smooth, something was wrong about its shape, rubbing his eye socket, once in a while pressing on a nerve under his skin from which shivers ran through him.

"It will take at least a few days to polish and change it."

He thought with a pursed lips that they didn't have that much time.

The shooting schedule was set to the hour.

He figured he would just get into his character's suffering more than he should.

As he walked onto the set he was met by her warm, comforting smile. He closed his eyes, clamping his fingers on the base of his nose, trying to listen in peace to what their director had to say to them.

"It's a scene of their tenderness, their closeness, at last devoid of subconscious brutality. In that one moment they reclaim each other." He said, and they nodded their heads.

In the original, this was accompanied by a sex scene, but the screenwriters decided that affectionate, passionate kissing would suffice here.

The thought that he would be able to do this to her made his heart pound like crazy, but he couldn't enjoy it: he clenched his eyes again and again, feeling discomfort.

Feeling pain.

For some reason, he thought he deserved it for his inability to be professional, for what they were doing was out of his control.

Rhaenys sat down on the desk and he stepped in front of her, between her thighs, her dark blue dress with exposed shoulders and sleeves reaching the ground perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

She smiled, placing her hands on his shoulders, his fingers involuntarily running over her waist.

"Action!"

He took a step towards her, cupping her face in his hands, trying to focus only on her gentle gaze, only on her warm breath, only on how soft her skin was, instead of the fact that pain was filling his skull.

"Rhaenys." He whispered tenderly, pleadingly – the discomfort he felt made his words resound as if he was in pain – in pain because of the fact that they were separate.

She blinked, surprised and somehow touched, clearly appreciating his acting, which was only a matter of coincidence. She lifted her hand to his eye patch and he grabbed her wrist violently, her breath stuck in her throat.

"No." He said coldly and closed his eyes, feeling the pain as if a bolt of electricity surged through the left side of his face.

"You're my husband. That's enough." She whispered, wanting to soften her words by taking his face in her hands, making him involuntarily moan in pain. She let go of him, terrified.

"Are you okay?" She asked leaning over him and he nodded his head.

"What's going on?" The director asked them. "We're going to have to repeat the whole scene."

Fuck.

"Are you in pain? Please tell me." She whispered pleadingly and he shook his head.

"No. No, I….FUCK!" He hissed, leaning over, clasping his hand over the left side of his face, feeling such excruciating ache that he felt like ripping off his skin and tearing out all the nerves that were there.

"Call a doctor, he is in pain!" She called out, startling him by pulling the eye patch off his face. He heard her sigh in horror and cover her mouth with her hand, his stomach clenched in discomfort at the thought.

That she saw it.

That she felt disgusted.

"My God, his eye is all swollen up, what have you done to him? Can you take it out? Come." She said, taking his hand, and he walked out of the room with her like a small child, bumping into the doctor on the way.

"I warned him" He said.

"I can stay and help. If you don't mind." She said sitting down next to him on the couch in his dressing room.

He wanted to reply for her to leave, but he only groaned, unable to stand it, and as soon as the doctor had disinfected his hand he removed the sapphire prosthesis from his eye socket.

He did not know why he burst out crying.

He hid his face in his hands, feeling humiliated, thinking that the reason he had been taken for the role was because they hoped they wouldn't have to spend money on expensive CGI, but in fact he had wasted their entire day of filming.

He swallowed hard when he felt her arms embrace his head and let her lean over as she hugged him to her breasts, her pleasant scent, her warm hands stroking his jaw and back.

"Leave us alone for a moment." He heard her voice. The man nodded and said he would fetch an ointment that should soothe the abrasions.

"It would be best if you didn't wear your artificial eye today and let your eye socket rest." The man said.

"Get the FUCK out!" He growled, closing his eyes, thinking it was wonderful news, going around the set with an empty eye.

He thought it was the worst day of his life.

He swallowed hard as her forehead pressed against the top of his head, her gentle hands stroking his face, shoulders and back giving him a feeling of comfort and security.

It was so hard for him, and she was by his side.

"I admire you for holding out for so long. They should have checked that the prosthesis fit earlier, not on the day of filming. It's the production's fault and the director knows that. I'm sure he appreciates your commitment and will reorganise the work." She whispered calmly, as if she wanted to comfort him, and indeed, her words made him feel relieved.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"Don't apologise."

"Can I lay my head on your lap?" He asked in a trembling voice, wondering if his request was disrespectful.

He just wanted to close his eyes for a moment and relax.

"Yes. Yes, of course, come here." She said, turning so that he could lie down.

He turned his head so that she couldn't see his left eye socket and rested his cheek on her thighs, placing his hand on her knee. He closed his eyes and sighed quietly when he felt one of her hands on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin.

There was complete silence between them.

"I got really attached to you, you know? I hope we still keep in touch after the shooting." She whispered making him swallow hard, cold sweat trickling down his neck as he felt his manhood react to her words with an aggressive throbbing.

"Yes." He muttered. "Yes, me too."

He spent the evening in the hotel bar, meant for guests only, feeling reasonably safe there, wanting to ease his mind a little, wearing a thin bandage over his left eye that allowed air to pass through.

He resented himself for being unprofessional, for having his real feelings mixed up with what he was supposed to be playing as a Prince character.

For the first time, he doubted whether he should really be an actor.

His grandfather surprised him by walking up to him from behind, patting him on the back.

"Don't worry about the issue with the artificial eye: it was their fault and the director came to me to apologise for the prosthesis not being tested earlier. You both do a wonderful job on set. The chemistry between you two is palpable and it shows on camera." He said, sitting down next to him at the bar table.

He pressed his lips together at his words, wondering if he should confide in him.

"I don't know myself. I'm confused." He confessed, embarrassed. His grandfather looked at him in surprise as soon as he ordered a double whisky for himself.

"Confused? Because of that girl? It's normal. She's kind and pretty. If you're feeling desire, that's good. Turn it into your acting." He said lightly, however, making him feel not relief but discomfort in his stomach. He stared dully into his glass for a moment, feeling the aggressive pounding of his heart.

"… I'm not sure if what's going on inside my head is good." He said in a trembling voice. His grandfather hummed under his breath, taking a sip from the glass the man had placed in front of him.

"As usual, you think too much. Even if… well, something happens between you two, one or two nights, it's nothing terrible. On set it happens all the time. The tension is high and you have to find an outlet for it somewhere." He said.

He got up from his seat and just left, feeling that he had made him sick.

He didn't agree with him, and he didn't think that using her to get off sexually was a normal thing to do.

She was young, younger than him, still filled with enthusiasm and naivety.

He didn't want to be one of those men who would take advantage of that, seduce her and then leave her humiliated as soon as the shooting was over, saying it was just a fun.

He had casual sex with actresses, but never with those he worked with directly. Nothing came of it because their paths quickly diverged and he didn't have the desire or strength for a long-distance relationship.

He didn't care.

He took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants and went to bed, trying not to think about the fact that tomorrow they were to play a scene in which he exposes her breasts.

Not all love scenes were left in the script, however, this one was one of them, because it was significant moment – their first real intimacy and reunion after years.

They knew there was enormous pressure on them. He could see it in her face the next day – also dressed in a night gown she was looking down at her fingers, stressed, not a trace of her smile and confidence from the auditions.

He approached her, for some reason feeling that he should comfort her, lift her spirits, let her know that they didn't have to rush.

"– do you want to talk about how we're going to do this? –" He asked quietly and she nodded, unable to even look him in the eye.

"– yes –" She mumbled.

"– so –" He began, feeling for some reason that his heart started pounding like crazy, his hands clenched into fists. "– I'd start with kisses first – on the lips, on the neck, on the shoulders – they're rubbing against each other in this scene because they're feeling arousal, so it would be a good idea to try and mimic similar…movements – then I'll slide your nightgown off your shoulders – we can agree that you will guide my hand yourself when you think you're ready for me to touch you there –" He said quickly, forcing himself to be calm and composed, feeling a cold sweat run down his back.

Why was he so terrified?

He saw that she swallowed hard and nodded, looking up at him and lowering her gaze quickly, red with embarrassment.

"– yes – yes, that's a good idea –" She said and looked at him, her gaze warm, comforting.

Kind.

"– how's your eye? –"

He lowered his gaze, looking down at his boots, embarrassed.

"It's better now. Thank you. For everything. I don't want you to be scared today. Tell me if you feel something is wrong. Okay?" He hummed, and she nodded quickly, giving him a grateful smile.

"– thank you – I will –"

He swallowed heavily when the director told them to take their places. He sat down in a chair and she walked over to him, looking at him questioningly. He nodded, extending his hand to her to help her up, and she sat awkwardly on his thighs. He gently placed his hand on her hip, forcing her to slide closer to his chest, just as scripted.

They both swallowed hard as his manhood pulsed between her thighs under the material of his breeches, touching the material of her flesh-coloured panties, but neither of them said anything.

"– we will take it slow – okay? –" He encouraged her, gently cupping her cheek in his hand, bringing her face close to his. She nodded and smiled warmly at him, as if he had said exactly what she needed to hear.

"– okay –" She said.

Their director nodded at them.

"Let's try to get a feel for it first. This scene is about building tension slowly. If you feel discomfort, speak up, we'll try to do something about it. Ready?" He asked, and they nodded their heads like little children.

"Action!"

Apart from the sizzle of the fire in the fireplace to their right, surrounding their faces with warm light, there was complete silence around them.

He waited a moment before he pulled her face closer to him and his lips tentatively brushed hers in a slow, shy, moist kiss. He felt her body involuntarily move closer to him, her arms closing his neck in an tender embrace.

He felt her soft breasts through the material of his tunic, his hands traveled down her waist to her hip which he began to stroke in a soft, lazy, affectionate motion. She sighed softly into his mouth making his half-hard erection hit the space between her thighs again.

They froze in mid-motion and he was already about to apologise to her, telling her to stop, when this time it was she who leaned in. His voice went dead in his throat as her lips pressed against his, her body rubbing uncertainly against what was beneath her.

Fuck.

He thought as his hips tentatively came out to meet her, pressing what was in his breeches between her thighs, making it swell and pulsate, that this was not a good idea.

He knew she could feel it and that turned him on even more.

Her breath had become heavy and accelerated, their kisses messier, stickier, warmer, his fingers involuntarily dug into the skin of her hips hidden beneath the thin material.

"– uncle –" She mewled into his mouth in a way from which his erection became completely hard, his hand clamped down on her neck, forcing her to stay still as he slid his tongue deep into her throat.

She moaned, startled, gripping his shoulders, rolling her hips back and forth as if in a trance, teasing him deliberately, squeezing his length between his lower abdomen and her body again and again, the tip of her slick tongue licking his.

"– it tickles – here –" She mumbled helplessly, pressing her forehead against his, looking down, between her thighs, watching his bulge twitching in his breeches, which, however, only they could see.

He should have said his line, but instead, completely stunned by her behaviour and smell, he grabbed the material of her nightgown and slid it off her shoulders, snuggling his face between her sweet breasts.

She opened her mouth wide, shocked and moaned, hugging his head to her heart, making his cock throb hard. She took his hand in hers and guided it up, to her breast – he gasped, shocked how good it felt, squeezing tentatively her plump softness with his fingers, placing sticky, wet kisses on her sternum, her hands buried in his hair pressed him tighter against her bare, hot skin.

It seemed to him that she was as shocked by this sensation as he was, for she began to moan quietly – her nipple became hard under his thumb as he began to rub and tease it, his free hand clamped down on her buttock, again and again rubbing his painfully swollen erection against her.

He was turned on.

"Cut! What chemistry, I'm at a loss for words!" The director called out, and he let her go immediately.

She jumped back and got off his lap, inhaling heavily as if she was out of breath, putting the material of her nightgown quickly over her shoulders and breasts, the stylist said something to her and she just nodded, looking at him with big eyes.

He crossed his legs quickly and grunted, covering his mouth with his hand, looking towards the fire, pretending to listen to one of the assistants saying that now that they were all in emotion they would try to film their conversation years later.

Although they tried, neither of them could concentrate and they forgot their lines over and over again.

"What's going on with you two? Do you need a break?" The director asked them, and they replied at the same time that they did.

It frightened him to see her leave immediately, the thought that she might nevertheless have felt uncomfortable, that he had done something that crossed the line for her, but she was afraid to tell him.

He got up and followed her, heading for the rooms where they were changing and getting their make-up done, standing in front of the door with her name on it.

He froze when he heard a strange sound that seemed to him to be a moan of pain. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask if she was all right, if he could come inside, but then she made a different sound, a more familiar one that made his erection throb hard in his breeches.

He heard her quiet panting mixed with sweet, innocent mewls of pleasure, from which he himself began to breathe through his mouth, shocked.

He leaned his forehead against the door, wanting to hear it better, with the corner of his eye looking to see if anyone was around, but they were all on the set. He thought he was just a pervert when his hand travelled deep under the material of his trousers, clamping down on his long, swollen cock, twitching painfully with desire in his hand.

He imagined what she looked like now, digging her delicate fingers into her fleshy walls, leaking with moisture, pulsing because of him, because of what he had done to her, because of his kisses and touch.

He drew in a loud breath and pressed his lips together, giving himself a firmer squeeze at the base, imagining that he had grasped her thighs in his hands and spread them in front of his face, sinking his mouth into her wonderful, delicate folds, licking and caressing her little cunt.

He sped up, hearing the quiet sounds in her room become more vulnerable and helpless, and after a moment she moaned a little louder with some kind of relief.

He opened his mouth wide when he felt his warm semen spurt out onto his fingers at the thought that she had just come because of him.

He cursed under his breath as he looked at his hand and headed quickly to the bathroom, afraid that anyone would see him.

As he washed his hands in the sink he looked at his reflection, at his white wig and eye patch, and decided that he was beginning to lose control, that he no longer knew which feelings were his and which were his character's.

He was terrified and had no one to tell about it.

He only saw her at dinner that evening, and although she sat next to him, she didn't look at him. He pressed his lips together at the thought that she was as ashamed as he was, only she had no idea that he knew what she had done and that he had done exactly the same thing himself.

He was crushed by a sense of guilt that he didn't know what to do with.

He decided to finally speak to her, feeling his heart in his throat, playing with his fingers.

"Did I overdo it? Today during our scene." He asked in a trembling voice, trying to sound indifferent and cool. She looked at him surprised, putting her glass of juice down on the table.

"– I – no, I'm sorry I left so suddenly – it's just that all of this – all of this has overwhelmed me –" She muttered, looking down at her hands lying on her lap.

He looked at her in silence, feeling a squeeze in his throat at the thought that he understood her, that perhaps they felt the same way.

"– if you don't mind – I'd like to rehearse scenes with you before we play them – I'd like to talk to you about them – I have too much chaos in my head and no one to share it with –" She said, looking up at him finally, her brow furrowed in fear that he would not take her suggestion well.

He, however, felt some wonderful kind of relief.

"– yes – yes, that's a great idea –"

They spent the next few days acting out scenes, talking to each other for hours in the evenings in the hotel restaurant or her room about how they wanted to portray particular dialogues.

"– then when they're arguing I think to approach it more along the lines that: he just wants forgiveness and she's tired of him always expecting her to forgive him, even though he himself has held a grudge against her for so many years – something like: what should I do now? – divorce you? –" She asked sternly, getting into character for a moment, wanting to show him what she meant.

He hummed at her words and nodded, intrigued.

"– yes – yes, I think it's a good track – he's broken, exposed, afraid of the visions of that witch – he tries to push it away, but because of the way he represses it, everything he's afraid of comes back to him in nightmares –" He said, half lying half sitting on her bed with a copy of the script in his hand, the other gesturing as if he were a lecturer.

She nodded quickly at his words, sitting down next to him on the sheets, excited.

"– yes, exactly – he locks too much inside himself, and everything he fears then manifests itself in his dreams – his thoughts overwhelming him more and more and filled his mind like water that finally bursts his skull –"

"– a drop drills a rock –" He murmured and she snapped her fingers.

"– exactly –" She said, swinging her legs.

Unintentionally, his gaze traveled over her figure – her light-coloured sweatshirt with Jigglypuff from Pokemons seemed very fluffy to him, white tracksuit shorts and pretty white floral socks on her legs.

"– are you still watching this? –" He grinned with amusement. She cocked her head, smiling broadly.

"– what? –"

"– Pokemons –"

She giggled, embarrassed; the sound, innocent and sweet, made him feel a tightening in his throat and a pleasant tingling in his lower abdomen.

"– yes, but only the first few seasons – you know – the classics –" She said, closing her eyes proudly, as if she were speaking some work of Shakespeare.

"– mmm – I watched this when I was a kid –" He confessed, and she shifted towards him, delighted, surprising him completely.

"– I have a laptop – do you want to watch the first episodes together and order a pizza? –"

Though the suggestion seemed absurd to him, he agreed, and it wasn't long before he was watching, lying next to her on her bed, with a big carton of pizza lying on their bellies, as Ash tried to tame Pikachu.

"– God, how long it's been since I've watched this –" He muttered, feeling some kind of melancholy. He heard her melodious, joyful laughter.

"– I know this episode by heart –" She said between one greedy bite of pizza and another, clearly pleased and happy.

For some reason, despite his rather solitary nature, he felt comfortable around her. Her behavior made him feel like he wasn't being judged or watched – he knew he could say at any time that he was going back to his room to rest, and she wouldn't hold it against him.

He caught himself thinking that he really liked her.

What made him involuntarily distance himself from closer acquaintanceships with actresses was that it often seemed to him that they played offstage as well – they stepped into the role of innocent, sweet, dreamy romantics or passionate unapproachable women, but in fact he had no idea if he knew them at all.

With her, however, it was different – her sudden, unexpected reactions, the glint in her eye, her smile and unthinking remarks were real.

For some reason, her character, her presence had a soothing effect on him.

He was ashamed to admit that he liked her a little too much.

He kept repeating to himself that just one more episode and he would go, but another and another flew by. Her warm, soft body was wonderfully close, their arms were pressed against each other, their heads lying side by side on the pillow, as they looked at the laptop lying between their legs.

For some reason he felt like a little child again who was about to spend the night with his mate.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed that her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, her head tilted to one side in deep sleep.

Something captured him in this sight – the thought that she felt comfortable and good enough with him that she had fallen asleep.

He rose slowly, taking the large pizza box from their thighs, setting it down on the floor and rose, trying to be quiet. She twisted around and hummed something as he covered her with the duvet and turned off the lamp, feeling somehow proud of himself for treating her the way she deserved it.

It was as if he had a friend.

[slvtforfiction]

Heyo I love your nsfw alphabets sm! Could you do a johnnie guilbert one ?

NSFW Alphabet

☆ Thank you anon!!

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Masterlist

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A = Aftercare

(what they're like after sex)

Johnnie is definitely great at aftercare,will be more tired but would always help you anyways.

Believes it’s the most important part of sex but would prefer to cuddle if he’s honest.

B = Body part

(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favourite body part on him is his hair,loves that you mess it up regularly during sex,especially if he eats you out and you grab a hold of his hair.

His favourite body part on you is your hands,will not elaborate.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to cum inside of you,doesn’t mind to make a mess but would prefer not to because he doesn’t want to bother either of you with the task of cleaning it up.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jacks off to you pretty often because he’s too shy to tell you that’s he’s horny.

E = Experience

(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s not experienced at all and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were his first time.

Would know what he’s doing though, it’s long and if he knows how to use it iykyk.

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

Definitely likes you to ride him,I feel like he’s a switch and would love cowgirl but if he’s being dominant he would probably like basic missionary.

G = Goofy

(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like he’s more humorous during the moment but just enough to not ruin the moment.

I feel like theirs moments when he’s serious but would mainly be humorous and funny.

H = Hair

(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he does shave but doesn’t care if you shave or not,even if he doesn’t have time to shave he will trim himself up to look more tidy.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be as romantic as he can be,he doesn’t want you to think it’s just a quick fuck to him and would try to be as romantic as possible.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates fairly often (2-3 times a week) usually because he’s too shy to tell you he has a hard on.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

Praise- Loves being told he’s a pretty boy and especially any compliment with ‘my’ infront of it.

Switch- he’s definitely a switch but if your in a bad mood? Massive dom

Biting- Loves to be bitten and loves biting you,just likes the marks and reminders that your his and he’s yours.

L = Location

(favorite places to do the do)

He’s basic and he knows it but he just likes the bed because it’s a lot easier and he’s scared of hurting you anywhere else :( <3

М = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

He can be turned on by the easiest thing. Wearing a skirt that’s a little too short? Bed. Neck kisses? Bed.

N = No

(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t hurt you in anyway at all,wouldn’t spank you etc.

I feel like small things like biting are a massive turn on for him though.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving if he’s honest and loves to face fuck you. He would still definitely give you head because he loves his head between your thighs but would definitely prefer to see your head between his thighs instead.

P = Pace

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn’t like to go rough in particular,he’s more slow and sensual for the most part but would definitely be rough if you wanted.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t particularly like quickies but isn’t entirely against them.

R = Risk

(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This man lives for the adrenaline of being caught,if there’s even the smallest chance of being caught he will fuck you rough and hard.

S = Stamina

(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go for about 2 rounds before needing to stop and have a break,will make sure you get off though and will give you an ungodly amount of head if your not satisfied.

T = Toys

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys but doesn’t really use them on himself instead he mainly uses them on his partner.

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

I don’t think he would tease quite a lot but I definitely think he would tease you occasionally and especially when he’s needy but you guys are with friends.

V = Volume

(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud but he’s not quiet either,he’ll occasionally moan (especially if he’s subbing) though but would make sure to hear every word to come out of your mouth.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to kneel infront of you and give you everything you’ve wanted (head) and honestly he gives the best head.

X = X-ray

(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

5inches,6 when he’s hard and he knows how to use it better than anyone.

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty normal,about 2-3 times a week.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep after,would prefer to talk about how you day was and just cuddle with you.

[wendsky]

seen part 2

wednesday addams x shapeshifter!fem!reader

after wednesday catches reader shapeshifting, they slowly build a bond together.

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Over the next few days, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. It wasn’t a paranoid delusion. Wednesday had made it more than clear that she was interested in your abilities. True to her word, she seemed to appear at the most unexpected times.

You would catch glimpses of her in class, her dark eyes flicking in your direction before returning to her work. Sometimes, in the hallway, she would pass by without a word, but you could feel her attention on you, as if she were waiting for something.

At first, it unnerved you. You had spent so long keeping your abilities hidden, and now someone as sharp and observant as Wednesday was paying attention to you. It was unsettling, but at the same time... it was exciting, thrilling even.

No one had ever been interested in you before. Not like this. Not like her.

And as the days went on, you found yourself growing more comfortable with her presence. You didn’t shift in front of her again, not yet but there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. She was intrigued by your abilities, and in return, you were intrigued by her.

Wednesday Addams wasn’t like anyone you had ever met. She was dark, intense, and deeply intelligent. There was a sharpness to her, a coldness that kept others at a distance, but for some reason, you didn’t mind it. In fact, you found it... fascinating.

You had always preferred to be alone, but now, for the first time, you were curious about someone else. Curious about the way Wednesday thought, the way she saw the world. And, it seemed, she was curious about you too.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone in the school library, flipping through an old book on the history of shapeshifters. You had always been fascinated by your own kind, though you rarely talked about it with anyone. The stories in the book were familiar to you, legends of shapeshifters who could change into anything or anyone, using their abilities to deceive, to hide, to protect.

You were so absorbed in the book that you didn’t notice Wednesday approach until she was standing beside your table, her presence sending a chill down your spine.

“Researching on your own kind?” she asked, her voice cutting through the quiet.

You looked up, startled, and quickly closed the book. “Just... just reading.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the subject. Instead, she slid into the chair across from you, her dark eyes never leaving yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your abilities,” she said after a moment. “They’re impressive. But I wonder... have you ever used them for more than just hiding?”

Her question caught you off guard. It wasn’t something you had ever considered. For as long as you could remember, your shapeshifting had been a tool for survival, for blending in. You had never thought of using it for anything more.

“I've never... “I’ve never really thought about it that way.” You admitted, your voice quiet.

Wednesday leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense. “You could do so much more with them. You could become anyone. Influence people. Gather information. The possibilities are endless.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. She wasn’t wrong. The power of shapeshifting was immense, but you had always been too afraid to fully embrace it.

“You don’t have to hide, you know,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You’re stronger than you think.”

There was something in her tone—something almost... encouraging. It was the closest thing to a compliment you had ever heard from her, and it made your heart race.

For the first time, you began to wonder if maybe she was right. Maybe you didn’t have to hide anymore. Maybe, with her by your side, you could become something more than just a shy, lonely shapeshifter.

Maybe, with Wednesday Addams, you could be extraordinary.

As the weeks passed, your interactions with Wednesday became more frequent. She would seek you out during lunch, sitting across from you in silence, her presence both comforting and intimidating. Occasionally, she would ask about your abilities, her curiosity never waning.

And slowly, you began to open up to her. You showed her more of what you could do—small shifts at first, subtle changes in your appearance. But each time, she watched with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel something else—a pull, a connection between the two of you that went beyond mere curiosity. There was something deeper there, something unspoken but undeniable.

Wednesday, for her part, never spoke of emotions or feelings. That wasn’t her way. But you could see it in the way she looked at you, the way her gaze lingered a little longer each time you shifted. She was fascinated by you, and in turn, you were captivated by her.

One evening, as the sun set over the dark towers of Nevermore, you found yourself standing on one of the balconies, the cool breeze ruffling your hair. You had been practicing again, shifting between faces, testing the limits of your abilities.

And once again, Wednesday appeared.

She stood beside you, her hands clasped behind her back, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with an understanding that didn’t require words.

“You’ve grown more confident,” she said after a while, her voice low.

You glanced at her, surprised. “I guess... I have.”

She turned to face you, her dark eyes locking onto yours. “You’re not like the others.”

There was something in her voice, something that made your heart skip a beat. You had never felt more seen, more understood, than in that moment.

Before you could respond, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm. The touch was brief, barely there, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through you.

“Don’t hide from who you are,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Embrace it.”

Her words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. And in that moment, you realized that Wednesday Addams wasn’t just interested in your abilities—she was interested in you.

The night was still, the moon casting a pale glow over the courtyard as you stood with Wednesday, the cool autumn air wrapping around you like a shroud. The two of you had been spending more time together lately, your once-guarded walls slowly crumbling under the weight of her presence.

You hadn’t expected to grow so close to her. She was an enigma, a puzzle that you couldn’t quite solve, and yet... you were drawn to her in a way you couldn’t explain.

As the weeks passed, your relationship with Wednesday deepened. What had started as curiosity on her part had grown into something more—a bond, a connection that neither of you could deny. She was fascinated by your abilities, yes, but there was something deeper there. Something unspoken.

You found yourself opening up to her in ways you never had with anyone else. She made you feel seen, understood in a way that no one ever had before. And slowly, you began to let go of the fear that had kept you hidden for so long.

One evening, as the two of you sat together in the library, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls, Wednesday spoke.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice soft but steady. “About your abilities. About how you could use them.”

You looked at her, curiosity piqued. “Use them for what?”

She met your gaze, her dark eyes filled with a rare intensity. “To be more than you are now. To embrace who you truly are.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. You had always been content with blending in, with hiding in the shadows. But Wednesday was offering you something more—something you had never considered.

“I’m not sure I know how to do that,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned closer, her gaze never wavering. “I can help you.”

There was a promise in her words, a vow that sent your heart racing.

Wednesday’s words hung in the air, filling the dimly lit library with an intensity that left your chest tight. The thought of embracing your abilities fully, stepping out of the shadows and using your shapeshifting for something more, terrified you—and yet, there was an undeniable allure in her offer.

She leaned back in her chair, her face unreadable as always, but you could sense the quiet determination behind her words. Wednesday wasn’t someone who made idle promises. If she said she could help you, she meant it.

But what did that help entail? What exactly did she have in mind?

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “How?”

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Wednesday’s lips, a rare expression that made your pulse quicken. She stood up slowly, her black dress flowing around her like liquid night as she turned toward the tall bookshelves.

“You’ve spent your life hiding,” she said, her voice calm but pointed. “You’ve been made to feel content in blending in, to keep your abilities locked away, only using them when no one is watching. But... you’re capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Wednesday cut you off, her dark eyes sharp as they flicked back to you.

“I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you shift into different personas, adopting confidence you don’t believe you have. You’re testing the waters, trying on masks like costumes, but you haven’t truly stepped into your power. Not yet.”

Her words were like a mirror, reflecting truths you’d never fully acknowledged. She was right. You used your shapeshifting as a shield, a way to protect yourself from the world’s judgment, but deep down, you knew you were capable of more. You just didn’t know how to access it—how to be that version of yourself.

“And you think you can help me do that?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

Wednesday’s gaze was unwavering, her eyes gleaming with something that felt almost like... anticipation. “I know I can.”

She walked toward you with slow, deliberate steps, stopping just in front of your chair. You looked up at her, your heart pounding as her presence seemed to fill the space around you. She reached out, her cold fingers gently lifting your chin so that your eyes met hers.

“Trust me,” she whispered, her voice low, intimate. “Let me show you what you’re capable of.”

There was something magnetic about her, something that made you want to say yes, even though every instinct you had screamed to keep your walls up. But in that moment, with her standing so close, her dark eyes locked onto yours, you realized you didn’t *want* to hide anymore. Not from her.

“I trust you,” you said, the words escaping before you could second-guess yourself.

A faint, satisfied smile crossed Wednesday’s lips before she dropped her hand and took a step back. “Good.”

a/n: next will be the final chapter, almost done with it so stay tuned

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 11)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 3,456

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10

Notes for this part:

In this part I have tried something new and written it from two perspectives.

One of the perspectives is that of the reader as she arrives at the Four Seasons Hotel and has an intimate and long overdue encounter with Robert.

The other perspective is that of the two army officers listening into the reader’s encounter with Robert. I have given these officers the names Officer Nichols and Officer Kent. The Officers will later joined by General Lesley Groves and the perspective of these officers is written in italics.

A new encounter…

An hour before you knew that Robert was due to arrive at the Four Seasons Hotel, you checked in to the room he had booked for the night, thinking that this would give you enough time to get ready.

The room itself was more luxurious than anywhere else you had ever stayed before and there was even a bottle of champagne on the nightstand for you both, which you thought was a nice gesture. “With compliments” it said on the note left in front of it and, whilst you were keen to open it, you ought it to be polite to wait for Robert.

With that in mind, you chose to spend the entire hour prior to his arrival to get ready for him, stripping off your clothes and then heading in to the bathroom before starring at yourself in the counter-to-ceiling mirror adjacent to the basinet.

Knowing that Robert desired you, you smiled as you studied your naked reflection before, eventually, you picked up the bar of fresh soap which had provided by the hotel, taking in its scent. It was rose scented and smelled more luxurious than anything you had washed yourself with before, making it perfect for you to use in a hot warm bath.

***Listening in***

“What’s wrong?” Officer Nichols asked as he watched Officer Kent turn off the listening device for a short moment of time.

“She is turning on the tap” he pointed out to his superior who looked his colleague with confusion.

“So?” Officer Nicholas asked before he turned the device back on so that he could hear what was going on.

“It’s the bathroom, sir. With respect, we should give this poor woman some privacy. She is having a bath” Officer Kent pointed out but Officer Nichols clearly did not care.

“This is a matter of national security and I have clear instructions from General Groves to make note of every word spoken between this woman and Dr Robert Oppenheimer in so far as the project is concerned. This includes anything she mumbles to herself while washing her fucking hair. Now listen and make notes…” Officer Nichols instructed and, of course, Officer Kent agreed to follow his orders.

“Yes Sir” he thus said to his superior before continuing his investigation into your bathroom habits.

***

Without knowing that you were being listened to and, after adjusting the water, you stepped into the tub and spread the soap luxuriously over your body. You inhaled the spicy, floral aroma and thought about Robert’s hands on your body which were what you missed the most. You missed his gentle, passionate, and erotic touch along with his kisses and the feeling of him being inside of you, making your two bodies become one.

You needed him to touch you again so desperately and, just as you ran your soapy hands over your hardening nipples, you unconsciously closed your eyes and enjoyed the memory of how turned on you had been when Robert made love to you last.

As such, you slipped your magic fingers down your smooth stomach and pressed one teasingly between your waiting lips with the subtle urge to masturbate growing. But then, suddenly, remembering the things that were about to occur, you reluctantly stopped touching yourself and rinsed off. You wanted Robert to be the one to make you cum and knew that he would not have appreciated you making a start without him.

You thus stepped out of the tub and wrapped one of the luxurious towels around your body before you walked, still dripping, into the bedroom and, just as you glanced towards the bed, you noticed that there was a new suit-bag standing in front of it.

“You are early” you then heard a familiar voice say to you from behind, which is when you turned around and saw the man you had been waiting for.

“So are you” you told him in response as Roberts took your hands in to his and looked deeply into your eyes.

“I missed you” he then told you with great desire in your voice and our reply was simply to place your lips on to his and give him a long and passionate kiss, which he returned with enthusiasm.

Your tongues were soon dancing around each other's mouths and you decided to drop the towel in a haste as you kissed passionately, furiously grasping at each other with your hands, unable to kiss fast or deep enough to satisfy your wants.

***Listening in***

“Sir?” Officer Kent asked while taking off his headphones momentarily. 

“What is it?” Officer Nichols wanted to know and, by this point, he sounded somewhat annoyed.

“With respect, I don’t think that their relationship has anything to do with conspiracy against the US government” Officer Kent pointed out, seeing that you and Robert were clearly about to engage in intercourse rather than a discussion about bomb or communism. “I think they are just lovers” he thus pointed out but Officer Nichols did not care.

“She wouldn’t the first spy to use these kind of techniques Kent. Keep listening” Officer Nichols argued, but Officer Kent was still reluctant.

“Sir, I am not going to listen to…” he thus said before being interrupted by his superior again.

“I expect you to do your fucking job” Officer Nichols said which was the last discussion they had until, several hours later, they were visited by General Groves.

***

Still not knowing that you were listened to, your kissing continued like this for several minutes while your hands were tugging against Robert’s clothes and his hands were roaming your naked and still somewhat wet body, passionately touching every bit of exposed skin he could reach.

“It’s been way too long Robert and I can’t wait any longer” you murmured against his lips as you managed to get your right hand between you and him and find his already erect length inside his trousers.

“Neither can I. I can’t stand being without you” Robert told you and, by that time, he had moved his mouth down to your neck and then your breasts which were glistening from your bath.

“You have absolutely no idea how much I graved this” he then said before he was alternatively licking and kissing your naked flesh, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

“I think I may have a slight idea, going by the letters you wrote me. Some of them were quite explicit Robert” you teased in between moans as you let go of his cock and used your hands to work on his jacket and shirt, removing them both.

“And what did you do with the letters?” Robert then asked before a gasp escaped his lips.

“I masturbated to them before hiding them beneath my bed, which is where no one can find them” you smirked seductively and Robert’s pleasure was expressed with another bout of amorous kissing.

“You shouldn’t have kept them Y/N” Robert told you before he gave your breasts the attention they so craved.

“I had to Robert. It is all I had from you for three fucking months. I had no idea where you went and I know you cannot tell me anything, but I missed you. I missed this” you told Robert through several quiet moans as he went to work on your breasts while you unbuttoned his shirt some more and virtually tore if from his body before dumping it alongside your own clothes.

“I need you to fuck me Robert” you then whispered said as you took the opportunity to kiss his nipples too and then worked your way down his torso to his stomach, fully intending to unbutton his trousers and release that snake trying to force its way out the fly. Robert, however, had other ideas and he gently lifted you onto the bed and laid you on your back before he stood there open mouthed for a few seconds, looking at your naked body.

“You are stunning and I can’t wait to make love to you again” Robert then said before, eventually, he lowered his head in between your legs.

“Spread your legs wider for me, so that I can taste you” he told and, as soon as you complied with his request, Robert buried his tongue in your already sopping wet pussy.

At the first touch of his tongue, you let out a moan and then a gasp as he moved to your clit and began sucking and flicking your little knob.

“Fuck, Robert” you groaned and, after having been abstinent for about three months, you were not ashamed to say that your first orgasm happened within minutes - the first of several that afternoon and many since.

The orgasm started as a familiar tingling feeling deep inside your tummy, moving down to your womb and finally to your love tunnel. As it moved south your hips began to gyrate and Robert had to use both hands to push you down until you finally let out a loud moan and your love juices flowed freely from your pussy.

Robert clamped his mouth over your gaping hole and sucked out every last drop before moving back up the bed to give you another passionate kiss.

“You taste even better than I had remembered” Robert then told you after your lips drifted apart and you were quick to announce that, now, it was your turn.

“Let me repay the favour now, professor” you smirked and Robert voluntarily rolled onto his back on the bed and looked into your eyes with anticipation.

“I missed this” Robert acknowledged as you unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. With some help from Robert they, and his boxer shorts, were soon cluttering up the floor and he led there with his length standing to attention just waiting for some action.

“So did” you told him as you positioned yourself between his legs, leant forward and tickled the tip of his length with the tip of your tongue.

Robert groaned loudly and, given the way he jerked, you could tell he liked that but before you took him fully into your mouth, you wanted to tease him a little more so you moved up his body to kiss his belly button which brough your breasts into contact with his very hard member.

“That is very sexy” Robert groaned as you swayed slightly and your nipples brushed against the head of his cock and you were rewarded by a smear of pre-cum on your breasts, which you licked off whilst looking into his eyes. Moving back down you licked your tongue up and down the length of his cock a few times before opening your lips and swallowing him into your mouth.

“God, that’s it Y/N. That feels so good” Robert groaned as, with up and down motions of your head, you sucked on the length filling your mouth and heard some gratifying noises coming from this beautiful man.

Whilst mouth fucking his cock you used your right hand to fondle his balls until after a few minutes he lifted your head.

“You better stop or I won’t be able to control myself” he told you and you knew that he wanted to be inside you when he came.

“Do you want me on top?” you thus asked and, after he nodded his head and answered with a simple “yes” you moved to straddle him in the cowgirl position.

“What a perfect view” Robert acknowledged as you positioned yourself directly above his cock and reached between your legs to open your love tunnel for him.

“Oh god. Fuck” was all you then managed to say with a loud moan as, in unison, you sank down onto him as he pushed up.

The feeling of his cock pushing into and filling your pussy was immense and once fully inserted you just squatted there for a few moments to savour the feeling before starting to slowly move up to the point his cock head was still just in your pussy before sinking back down again.

“Fuck you feel so good” you moaned loudly as your inner labia lips were very sensitive and Robert's bulbous head was soon doing the trick and your movements became faster and faster until he had to start working with you to keep himself inside.

Your love making was frantic and loud. Groans and moans were filling the room and, after about twenty minutes of this action, you could feel yourself starting to orgasm again.

“Oh god Robert. I am so fucking close” you cursed and this spurred him into even faster action and the familiar feelings were rapidly building up inside you.

“Cum for me” Robert groaned and, as he reached up and pinched your nipples, you went over the top in a rush, a rather noisy rush.

“Oh my fucking god” you cried out as you came hard and, when your walls began to convulse and your body started to shake, Robert too let go of the built up tension in his loins.

“Fuck” he simply groaned as he jerked upwards again while tumbling over the edge himself, which is when you felt a jet of hot cum burst into you and explode against your cervix.

You moaned again and Robert kept up his thrusting until he was completely spent which is when, after a little while, you lifted yourself off and Robert’s length slid out of your love tunnel.

“Jesus Christ I fucking missed this” you cursed as you could feel your combined essence drip from your slit, arousing you all over again just you laid down next to each other, panting.

“Well don’t think I am done with you yet. We will have until midday tomorrow before I have to leave and see my wife” Robert explained while lightening himself a cigarette and you sat up in order to finally crack open the bottle of champagne.

“Your wife is not someone I want to talk about Robert, so don’t mention her again” you lectured him before pouring yourself and Robert a glass of champagne.

“I apologise” Robert said while sitting up straight and taking the glass from your hands while you snatched the cigarette he had lit from his.

“Now tell me, how is your thesis on dark matter coming along” Robert then wanted to know which is what you talked about for an hour before engaging in some steamy intimacy again all while being listened to by army officials.

In the end though, after several hours of love making, you finally laid on the bed in the spoon position, with Robert's hands on your breasts and your hand on his semi-hard length, and fell asleep.

It was a very satisfied sleep until an hour or two later you were awoken by the sensation of having your breasts massaged.

“You can’t get enough, can you?” you teased as you began to stroke Robert’s cock and turned your head towards him.

“Never” Robert confirmed before kissing you again, passionately, and full of lust. 

With just a few hours of sleep, your passion certainly had not abated and Robert soon lifted one of your legs to give him access to your pussy. You felt his finger enter and gave a little moan, followed by a slightly louder one as a second finger entered you. He soon found your G-spot and went to work, finger fucking you whilst tweaking your nipples at the same time. Not content with this he used his thumb to rub your clit, which started you off again.

"Not with your fingers; put your cock in there" you eventually whispered and this was a request he willingly went along with. As his cock found its way into your pussy his fingers replaced his thumb on your clit, where they performed magical deeds adding to the feelings you were already having.

Robert now started kissing your back and neck, nibbling your ears and sucking on the lobes, so that you were feeling totally consumed by the act of making love with him. A few minutes later Robert pulled himself out of you and rolled you onto your stomach then raised your ass into the air to give a perfect angle for his cock to fuck you from behind.

“Oh god Robert. Please take me” you moaned, thinking that this was the sluttiest position of all as, to you, it suggested that the woman is totally subservient to the man and at that moment that was exactly how you felt.

Robert began with long slow strokes which, as before, steadily got shorter and faster until you had to begin to sway back and forth in time with him to keep you both coupled. Every time he thrusted into you, you could feel his balls slap against your clit and that was very erotic.

After a while, you felt him lean forward and his hands came around your body until he had a grasp of your breasts, which he began to knead and pinch again.

“I am so close” you moaned as this whole experience was having the desired effect and your orgasm began to build.

“So am I" was Robert’s reply and almost immediately after that you climaxed together and you felt more of his sperm fill you, but only this time it seemed to go on for ever as spurt after spurt exploded into you, right against the entrance to your cervix.

Moments later, you collapsed into a big, spent, heap on the bed; both breathing very heavily but managing to continue massaging each other's bodies before getting some more rest and even another few hours of sleep until, at around 5 o’clock in the morning, there was a knock on your hotel room door.

“Open up Robert. We need to talk” you heard a familiar voice of an angry General say, speaking heavily and frustrated, causing you to break out in fear for the inevitable.

[gotham-daydreams]

Hi! I love your gothan platonic batfam series, but every time I read it I can't help but wonder what Duke's reaction to all this would be. He's one of my fave batfam characters, do you have any plans to add him in later chapters?

Just curious, no pressure. Hopefully I didn't come off as pushy. (sorry if i did)

Have a good day! <3

Hello! And you didn't come off as pushy, no worries :]

I'll be honest and admit that I have thought of adding Duke to the series- but if I was going to do that in a more organic manner, and just generally in a way that makes sense- that would've been in Chapter 2 or 3. Though trust me I am still debating... and the only reason I'm hesitating is because I don't think I'd be able to capture his personality, or really just him as a person very well.

Granted, I do inherently view yandere versions of characters as OOC for... various reasons (some of which are obvious, especially when it comes to the Batfam and DC characters in general), but I do try to keep very close to the character (or my general understanding and interpretation of them for things like DC, who have multiple canons and such) and write them in a way that does still compliment or adhere to parts of their personality or overall mindset... if only generally. Like Bruce and his closeness to those around them yet the distance he so desperately tries to keep - not for himself, but rather those around him. His strive for justice and to do good to make up for a sin, a fault that isn't his to forgive or one he hardly had anything to do with and so on. How that makes him inherently protective if only at a distance and in silence. How he tries to keep himself away from others, if only to protect them, and yet finds himself surrounded anyway. Etcetera etcetera.

Case and point- I don't have a really good graps of Duke's general character and aren't confident enough to write him into the Not Series at the moment- and by the time I do, it may feel shoehorned in and just not as great as it could be (even if a line I wrote in Chapter 1 was meant to be him..). Though I am learning more about him! And if anyone would like to share what they know and their interpretations of his character they have and such while I still have asks open, I'd love to read and see them :]

In future series', oneshots, and just general things I plan to post and share on this blog, Duke will very much make an appearance and we'll reach 10 yanderes for the Batfam instead of just 9. (Some series' which will definitely be longer than the Not Series.)

On that note, I have thought of how Duke would feel (and some others earlier on have asked a bit as well), and from the little I know of him, this is how I think at the moment he would generally react/feel (though it may be inaccurate and such because of what I mentioned previously 😅):

I think he would start out as one of the many others that actually live in the manor or just so happened to be there at the time — and that being he feels guilt first (unlike the only person in that house who doesn't/didn't) and just... wouldn't know what to do. The time passed and everything the reader has done sort of leaves him stumped, and just stuck processing until everyone's rushing out and around to find you and before he knows it- he's following out with them to do the exact same thing.

I think he leaves before everyone else, and considering that he does daytime patrol, it isn't as odd to see him out and about anyway. Though the frantic-ness of his movements and actions are weird, and for once, more outwardly, Duke panics.

He feels bad, of course he does, and more similarly to Cass- he can only wish that he could do things with out. That he wants to be in the room when you got your awards or had been there through the hardships he knows you undoubtedly faced without even having to see the medkit like Bruce does in Chapter 2. So he goes out to look for you, but not so much for your safety and more so to just... apologize. To say every little thing he can in hopes to make things better, to lessen the damage.

And of course, just to see you.

More than anything Duke wants to make it up to you right away, but has half a mind to know he'll have to take things slow. He's still sensible to some degree, if not only partially of half-insane just like the rest of the fam (minus a certain blonde and red head who are only a sliver of the way there), he knows it'll take time, that you probably won't forgive him right away. But that's okay! He can live with that, he understands that, but he just needs to see you. Just once- if only to see who you are now and the person you've become. If only to say an apology that might fall too flat or feel too empty considering the little he knows about you.

Just once. No matter how awkward it is or how much he regrets it later. Just once.

Though, despite that he is divided on bringing you home. It would be nice, sure, but by the time that discussion comes up he isn't sure that's the best idea. Even less so with how those that do want you home seem to want to go about it, and just generally the kind of people they are. Impulsive. Strong. Threatening- they'll scare you and do more damage then help ease tensions, and he doesn't want that to happen. You don't deserve that- even if he barely knows you. Duke can feel it, you don't. Even then, they help people out, not hurt them, not like they did with you.

Duke wants to spend time with you, but he's willing to do that outside of the manor if it means making you more comfortable and warm up to him a little more. As long as he sees you he can't complain...

So when Dick messes up, he's upset. Like everyone else besides Cassandra he doesn't know what happened but knows that something absolutely went wrong. Dick usually wasn't so obvious about things like that either, but with how hurt and just... broken he looks, they could all tell. Duke could tell.

Granted, he's not upset enough to change his mind, and if anything it definitely makes him more adamant about not bringing you home yet, but he can’t find it in himself to be fully against the idea, even then.

The one thing he wants to do after that, if anything, is more determined to make things right.

If Dick of all people couldn't make it up to you, then hell, maybe Duke can.

[theroseredreaper]

Do you think I could ask for a second part to the brushing their hair with Leona, Silver, Sebek, Floyd, and Ruggie? If that's too many characters feel free to only do a few

Thank you!

Yes, you may! Thank you for the request! <3

Brushing Their Hair (Part 2)

Part 1

Twisted Wonderland - Platonic Headcanons

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Floyd Leech, Ruggie Bucchi

Leona Kingscholar

Slightly skeptical the first time you ask to brush his hair, but accepts without protest. (He might tease you, though.)

Will not make it easy for you, as he’ll lounge as he sees fit. It’s a 50% chance he’ll slouch in a chair for you, 50% chance he’ll lay down to nap.

Mind the ears! Brush bristles don’t feel good on them.

Gets drowsy having his hair brushed #1.

Will snap at you grouchily if you snag on any tangles in his long, wavy hair.

Would not offer to brush your hair in turn, but would silently show his appreciation to you via gifts he just so ‘happens’ to have on hand.

If you give him a braid or two, he’ll keep them in his hair until they need to be redone. He’s very pleased with them and if he’s in a good mood, he might even compliment you on them.

Has soft, slightly textured hair that’s on the dry side when you run your fingers through it. Be slow and careful, though, for his hair tangles easily.

Silver

Surprised by your offer to brush his hair but accepts, thanking you for such a kind gesture.

Gets drowsy having his hair brushed #2.

Is liable to fall asleep on you.

He feels so pleasantly relaxed afterwards that he’ll look forward to future bonding sessions with you, even if he doesn’t vocalize it.

On occasions that he does fall asleep on you, he’s very apologetic and will want to make it up to you. He’s grateful and touched that you never seem to mind him falling asleep on you.

Would definitely be impressed if you give him braids and will be happy about them, considering them as a symbol of your bond with each other. He’ll offer to give you braids and style your hair in turn.

Has baby-soft, nearly silky hair. It is a mystery how his hair is so smooth and beautiful, because I’m pretty sure he’s the kind of guy to use 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner.

Sebek Zigvolt

Friendship level too low! Why the heck would you want to brush his hair? Do you have some sort of ulterior motive?

If you achieve the right friendship level, he’ll be awkward about it and insist on returning the favor. He’s a tad shy letting you see his hair down and unsettled, as he’s displaying a side of himself that he normally wouldn’t show anyone else if he can help it. Understand that he’s putting a great deal of trust in you by showing you a vulnerable side of himself.

Once he gets used to having his hair brushed, he’ll be much more relaxed during bonding sessions and much quieter. He’ll happily chatter with you about everything and anything, gradually talking less about Malleus and more about himself the more bonding sessions and the deeper your friendship grows.

His hair is too short to properly hold a braid. He’s slightly envious of the people that you do give braids too, because he wants to be able to boast about your friendship with him like that too, but he won’t say it.

His hair runs on the drier side from the daily styling he does to it. Given how short his hair is, it’s very easy to brush and fun to run your fingers through.

Floyd Leech

Why would you want to brush his hair? That seems so boring! Why would you wanna fuss over something like his hair? You’re not up to something, are you? He’ll not be happy about it if you’re here to nag at him over his appearance, Shrimpy!

After the first time you brush his hair, he’s quite fascinated by how nice it felt to have someone else brush his hair for him and absolutely insists on returning the favor.

He’s very serious about brushing your hair with steady, gentle fingers. It’s you, after all, and he’ll return the care you’ve shown him tenfold. He’ll tease you if you express surprise at his serious side. He knows when to take things seriously, you know?

If you give him a braid, he’ll very gladly and proudly show it off to anyone and everyone and will definitely boast that you’re the one who braided it if asked about it. He’ll ask you to teach him how to braid so that he can braid your hair too. He normally wouldn’t care about such things, but he wants you to know that he cares about you too.

His hair is on the dry side, coarse to the touch. The combo of being a merman, living in an underwater dorm, and being a likely user of 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner does not do his hair any favors.

Ruggie Bucchi

Another person who is skeptical about your offer to brush his hair. Do you want something from him? If you need a favor, he’d much rather you bribe him with food, money, or both.

If you manage to convince him of the sincerity of your offer, he’ll take you up on it. He’ll still be wary the first few minutes waiting for you to spring something on him, but then he’ll melt into full relaxation mode when he sees for himself that brushing his hair is really all you wanted.

He’s very much not used to the concept of nice gestures with no expectation of repayment, so while he won’t offer to brush your hair in turn, he’ll return the gesture in other ways via chores and freebies he scored at the school store.

Depending on how tired he is during a hair brushing session, he’ll either be silent the whole while, basking in the sensation of being pampered, or he’ll chatter on the whole while about the work Leona puts him through.

Mind the ears #2!

Hair is much too short and thin to properly hold a braid, but he doesn’t mind at all. He just likes spending time with you. You’ll need to reach a very high level of friendship before he’ll vocalize that, however.

Hair is dry yet soft, wispy to the touch when you run your fingers through it.

(A/N): I hope you enjoyed and that I did your request justice, Ryker! I’m not very familiar with a good deal of the characters that you requested, so I’m sorry in advance if they come across as being a bit OOC.

[crazyforbarbatos]

Obey Me! Brothers Shower Headcanons

Warning: Implied intimacy!

You can find part 2 here!

he would find it relaxing to shower with you

even after a busy day, nothing could beat this

and at least he wouldn’t be bothered by his brothers in here with you

he would be very intimate in the shower

you both had privacy in here and no one would dare disturb you

other times, the two of you would shower in silence just enjoying the other’s presence

“I’m going to shower.”

…

“The water will get cold if you don’t hurry up!”

honestly you both are like a married couple

you talk about your day and anything that crosses your mind

discussing plans for tomorrow

just showering together is just a comfort for you

your hopes and dreams and worries are shared in there

he thinks deeply about things when he’s in there with you

it could just be you and him under the running water

no one else is there to judge him or your relationship with him

he can share his most intimate thoughts with you without fear

he’ll hold you so close and kiss you softly

as long as it’s you, he’d be fine with showering with someone

he gets red when his gaze slips to stare at you

even though he’s seen you like this so many times

he sometimes envies the things that normies supposedly do with their partners in the shower

and you know that control tends to slowly slip from his grasp in this moment

you would oblige and take care of him as he takes care of you

giggles can always be heard when you two are in the bathroom taking a shower or a bathroom

you two have this habit of using the shampoo to give each other cat ears

you’re just very silly and touchy in the shower (not in a sexy way)

he wraps his arms around you and hums a familiar tune

you really bring out this happier, giggly side of him

you definately help him plan his next prank on Lucifer

you two must have fallen in there at some point due to goofing off

“After we’re done in here, I want to read you a few passages from my book.”

he’s loves when you join him in the shower

honestly it’s a intimate thing to do with your partner

he would want to definately wash your hair if you’d let him

he’d recommend high class products to you to try out that would help your skin and hair

he’d compliment you on how well you care for yourself

Asmo would definately ask if you’d wanna take a bath next time, there’s some new bath products he’d like to try

He always asks you if it’s okay for him to join you

He offers to help you wash yourself

but you can wash him too if you want

he can’t help but hold you

he doesn’t want you to get cold

but if you got sick, he’d take care of you

he’d express his deepest worries to you in the shower

at least with the water running, he wouldn’t have to worry about his brothers listening in

He might get so comfortable that he falls asleep in the shower

he can’t help it, your hands feel so nice on his skin

and the way you massage his scalp when you help wash his hair

he could fall asleep right here

maybe baths are better

less likely to fall and get hurt

“Y/N, can we take a bath now instead?”

[kaashikuroo]

HEYY!! This is my first request so I just came across your page and let me tell you this: I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT💗 do you mind doing a part 2 for “what breaks him”? Maybe with Oikawa, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama? It’s completely optional and take your time :)) don’t forget to drink water and stay healthy. Luv ya

PFFFFT. I’VE BEEN GONE FOR SOOOOO LONG.

Also, I'm sorry i can't write for Hinata or Kageyama. My brain isn't braining. 💀

What breaks him (makes him cry)-Haikyuu Reactions

Characters: Oikawa, Bokuto

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: Tears.

MASTERLIST

Requests? Send ‘em here!

Part 1

Oikawa

Oikawa has always wanted to be the best at what he does. Deep down he's always had that fire burning within him. But he soon came to realise that hardwork can't beat talent.

He had won a match in which he thought he wasn't playing at his best. You saw the gloom on his face when he came home. He never burdens you with his troubles but that doesn't mean he's good at hiding his distress.

So imagine the surprise when he comes home the next day to see a pillow fort in your bedroom with the tv set up. And you in his jersey.

You'd sit him down and replay his match. Complimenting him for every little thing he did.

"perfect side-step!", "That serve was so good!", "Look at them! They look so scared of you, Tooru."

Kisses and hugs all around.

Man's overwhelmed.

He's always been given gifts. Petty materialistic items to grasp his attention. But this. This is what he needed.

By the end of it, he'd have tears streaming down his face. He'd stop being cocky for the rest of the day, needing to bask in your attention. bearhugs! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

Your love overwhelms him.

Bokuto

Words sting.

He overheard a few people address his mood swings when he plays volleyball. Calling him insufferable and what not. This causes him to fall into a mild depressive phase.

After a while he's been at home, you start to notice how he's not being himself.

"are you okay, Kou?" you ask, sitting beside him, taking his hand in yours.

"I'm fine, babe." His eyes were sad.

He was distressed.

You started tracing the lines of his hand gently. "You know you can always talk to me about anything."

He'd tell you everything after a little coaxing.

You sighed and laid back on the couch, pulling him along with you so that you could cradle his head on your chest. "They don't matter, baby. If they think that it's alright to belittle someone just because they don't feel good, they're the ones that need to leave. Your feelings are perfectly valid. You're allowed to get upset. You're allowed to feel whatever you want to because that's what makes you, you. And I love you, Kou. No matter what anyone else has to say. Fuck them. They don't know anything about you. You're so so special, baby." You'd kiss him on the forehead. "Your mood swings are a part of why i like you. You're so cute all the time, honestly." You giggle.

But all that stops when you feel your shirt getting wet.

"Kou? Babe?" He had his face hidden in your chest. But you could see he was trembling. "Wh-what happened?" You were confused.

He felt so loved. So...understood. So overwhelmed that he couldn't help the first few years that escaped his eyes. Those few years turned into streams.

"i-i love you." He sobbed into your chest, fisting your shirt. "pl-please don't ever leave me. I need you in my life." He really couldn't imagine his life without you. "Without you, I'm lost."

You stroke his hair. "I'm not going anywhere baby."

I feel like their insecurities aren't talked about much so that's why i highlighted them here.

Thanks for reading! :)

[mokaisathome]

Can you be parasocial with your own boyfriend? (part 2)

   Kalim was often half-asleep by the end of Jamil's streams, fighting against his eyes closing to support him until the end – even if Jamil told him off for doing that – but he still looked at the chat from time to time. There wasn't any special reason to it because he rarely if ever talked in there – he simply liked seeing people cheer on Jamil. He nodded at the ones complimenting his boyfriend on his play style and performance. If he were allowed to talk in the chat, he'd surely boast about Jamil beating him seven times out of ten during their last (friendly?) competition – and while it was frustrating, Jamil's skills were definitely something Kalim was proud of.

   Among all the comments on the screen, one caught his attention, making him think “There's a lot of people like that recently, huh” without really expanding on it… Until another one came. And another. Kalim glanced at Jamil sitting in front of his monitor and whose eyes were focused on the game, only occasionally opening his mouth to explain a move. Too busy to look at what his fans asked of him… Kalim needed to tell him.

*   *   *

“Hell no.”

“But why?”

“I don't have to explain– Kalim, stop bothering me!”

“I'm not!”

   Jamil's frown told him that yes, he was in fact bothering him but Kalim didn't see things that way. He was just hugging Jamil and hugs weren't a distraction to cooking so he wasn't a bother for real – if he really was, he didn't doubt Jamil would have thrown him out of the kitchen and left him there. Plus, this hug was actually a very advanced method of interrogation (he got it from Floyd), meaning he couldn't let go, or else his plan who'd fail.

“I can't move.”

“That's the point,” Kalim announced proudly, ignoring Jamil clicking his tongue at the words. “I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you don't want to talk to people!”

“You're never letting go of me even if I talk…”

“True!”

   If there was one area where Kalim could win against Jamil, it was stubbornness so he admitted defeat with a sigh, turning down the fire, so the ingredients in the frying pan wouldn't burn. Dinner would be a little late – Kalim’s stomach growled in disappointment – but there were more pressing matters at hand.

   Kalim's question wasn't a particularly hard one to answer in his opinion – “Why don't you do some chatting streams from time to time? People who'd love that” – yet Jamil refused to even entertain the thought, something he didn't quite understand.

“It’s about putting a distance between me and the viewers,” Jamil explained while stirring vegetables, “I don't want them to know anything about me other than the games I play.”

“Why?”

“Of course you’d ask,” Jamil sighed, “you don't understand anything about boundaries in the first place.”

   Unfortunately for Kalim, he couldn’t refute Jamil’s statement and only mumbled a vague “I’m trying” – everything he did was called an invasion of privacy, but Jamil didn’t even seem to mind, so what was the problem? Jamil was the same anyway, but he never changed his attitude so why did Kalim have to? That was unfair (like a lot of things Jamil did).

“I still think it’d be fun… I’m happy people can see how good you are at games, but there’s more to you than that…”

“Like I said–”

“Yeah, yeah, they don’t need to know, got that! But that’s a waste to hide how awesome you are at other things! Like cooking! Did you know some people cook on stream? I’m sure you’d do something amazing! Talking is a no-go,” he said, sounding a little regretful, “but that’d be fine too, right?”

   Still, that was a shame Jamil didn’t really want to talk other than the few times he’d point out something to his viewers and during donation reading. Even before it changed during middle school, Kalim thought his voice had a unique charm to it, a little something that kept Kalim listening to his words even if he didn’t follow or understand them all. If he talked on stream, others would find out about every lilt and intonation of his voice, and there was no doubt in Kalim’s mind that they’d like it – falling for Jamil wasn’t hard in his (very, very, very informed) opinion.

   If possible, he’d want everyone to know how cool Jamil was outside of video games, but it seemed to be a pipe dream (for now as he didn’t intend to back down that easily in the future). Sighing, he rubbed his cheek against Jamil’s hoodie – ignoring his pointed “Stop that and let me finish dinner now” – lamenting the world being deprived of witnessing his boyfriend’s amazingness (all their friends knew about it, but that was only a small part of the wide world) when something clicked inside his mind.

   If his boyfriend refused to share any private moment or thought with his fans and he even had to shut Kalim up in front of their friends to stop him from talking too much about him, that meant the only one who knew every part of Jamil was him… Right? How as a kid, he couldn’t watch Pinocchio because he disliked Jiminy Cricket (still disliked it a lot now), how he once spent a whole day training because Kalim beat him (once) in a race, how delicious his cooking was… The only person who knew all these aspects of him was Kalim. 

   With a satisfied smile, Kalim nodded. “Jamil, I’m really your number one fan.”

“I already knew that,” Jamil stated, his voice flat as he gently pushed Kalim away so he could go back to cooking peacefully.

“I love you more than anyone!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

   Kalim felt a little bit sorry about all the fans who’d never know how cute Jamil was every day – like now as he dodged Kalim’s tackle hug (a dangerous thing to do in a kitchen) – but his number one fan deserved some privilege after all.

[beautifulchris]

love die young

wc: 0,5k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: after months of young love, you decide it's best to part ways

genres: angst, breakup!au

tw: mention of death (just a thought) and anxiety

notes: this drabble is inspired by love die young by eric nam as requested by my friend. i hope i did it justice and it's angsty enough djdjdj @badwithten 🙏🏼 also the lyrics are in italic and 2/3 chris' thoughts. i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

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prequel to: fate brought us together again

GIF publié par sevengems07

Chris fell in love with you rather quickly. He was attracted to you the second he laid his eyes on you, your beautiful hair complimenting your face nicely.

He got the courage to speak to you after class one day, and your personalities matched perfectly.

It was young love at its finest.

You’d do everything together, without forgetting your respective family and friends.

This amazing relationship was around nine months old. Then, one afternoon at his house, you said something that shook his very core.

“Chris, I have to tell you something.”

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked, worry in his voice. You rarely called him by his name.

“I— OK, this is gonna be difficult.”

You breathed, throat tight.

You were seated on each side of the couch. At the sight of your dejected state, he moved closer to you, a reassuring hand pressed against your knee.

In his head, he imagined one of your family members passed away. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that could put you in such a distressed state.

“I want to break up.”

He thought wrong.

Your words felt like a bomb exploded in his chest. You weren't one to make jokes this hurtful, and he always knew when you lied.

The fact you were being real filled him with confusion and anxiety.

“I don’t understand,” was all he could reply.

Weren't you happy together during the many months you spent together? Was every single moment all a lie? Did he even know you like he thought he did?

“You don't love me anymore?” he resumed, “Did I do something? Is there someone else? Someone better?”

Self deprecating questions spiraling in his head, he felt like suffocating. He moved back, away from you.

“No, it's none of that, Chris. I promise. I just feel like I don’t know myself, and I need to. In order to know who I am… This journey I have to take alone.”

Tears were staining your shirt, but you didn't care one bit. Seeing him like this hurt more than words could describe.

“Please, don’t let this love —our love— die young.”

“I love you,” you said softly, “I just need to put myself first this time.”

“Y/N,” he whined, your words feeling like a white-hot knife cutting right through him. “I need you to stay.”

You sniffed, caressing his elbow with your thumb. The movement calmed his nerves, if only a little.

“And I need to go.”

Chris’ heart was hammering in his chest.

Tell me it was just a wrong feeling.

“I’m sorry,” you resumed, “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I’m leaving the day after summer break officially starts. We may never see each other again.” Your voice broke a little.

It was painful— no, crushing the both of you. However, you had to do it. For your own sake.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely seeing you through his tears.

He got closer to you, pressed his forehead against yours.

The goodbye kiss was passionate, teeth crashing and full of love and pain.

“Thank you,” you murmured, out of breath, when you let go of his face, “for everything.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I have to.”

These were the last words spoken to each other.

You left, heart heavy but determined to find yourself and be able to love yourself like you loved him.

Chris stayed for hours, crying on his couch.

Maybe I should blame myself for never thinking we’d end up this way.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here's the masterlist<3

[mishhty]

If only I knew that you'd change my life in a span on 2 months. How quickly we gelled and how easy it was to talk to you. We never said I love yous but I always felt it in your actions. You gave me the sweetest pet names, you appreciate me like no one else did. Oh and the way you complimented me, god!! Nothing made me feel as beautiful as you did, as your words did. You made time for me, gave me all your attention. You told me people around you always ask why do you smile everytime you talk to me. You supported me at every step. We literally shared our family problems

We were always more then friends but never lovers. And I didn't need any label as long as I had you in my life. But then when I woke up that day, why did I see that text of your saying that you love me but you can't be with me anymore? And if you loved me then why didn't you stay when I begged you to.

You don't leave the on you love. Did you even care or was I a joke to you?

A joke. I have felt like I was one, my whole life. I still do. Anytime anyone says something about me or compliments me I can never take it seriously, so I never learnt to appreciate others words and actions. I always appreciated you because I liked the feeling of seeing someone happy and they were always genuine too. It always fascinated me to see you and others believe in love and accepting it from others too, so fearless are you to be so, I could never and maybe that’s why I fail. I feel like nobody cares which is actually true and when someone says they like me hits a clear bouncer off my head. I feel like they are just making fun and playing around with me, I don’t know why and you know the worst part sometimes it really is that way too.

So, naturally I just felt like a burden in your life, like an unnecessary addition to your ethereal existence. I would often sit and wonder for hours on end if I was the whole problem in your life, is that why you were always so stressed? I hated thinking that I meant anything to you at all simply because I knew I didn’t. I never did to anybody and I was used to it. Seeing you put efforts and listen to me just triggered something in me, I felt like something was wrong, somebody actually caring? No way.

Therefore, I will tell you the truth because you deserve it, you came back for me. So I ran away before you would, I left before you could. I didn’t want to be the one who would beg you to stay, so to seem unbothered and cool enough I just blocked you out of my life. I wouldn’t be able to take another person leaving so I did it first so that later I don’t have to face myself with my past, questioning my choices and hating myself for not trusting my intuitions about your intentions.

I love you more than anything ever. Not a second of my life passes by without the mind numbing thought of you. You are my everything. I cry for you every day. You don’t know, how starved I am of you. I regret every single time I think about what we could be but please just understand it’s not you, it’s me. I will only bleed on you. You don’t have to heal something you never broke. I just want to be alone for sometime, by sometime I mean my entire life because I will never trust a soul that talks good of me, I can’t love myself and if you loved me even the slightest, forget me. It will mean the entire universe for me, to have been loved by you in this life, where I loved you too but don’t ask me to stay, I don’t want to have anyone I can lose along the way.