#but I hate whoever made him insecure with SUCH a passion

[rosemarytales]

I would never be a plastic surgeon, but if I was I'd simply refuse to lay one finger on such a face

[malereadermaniac]

Toxic ~ Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

We all love a little toxic relationship with some dick who bullies you due to his own insecurity Top!Nate x Bottom!Reader word count: 1.6k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

He bullied the shit out of you for being gay

Not regular bullying, but like psychological shit

Nate would make small comments about you to a crowd of people, making you uncomfortable for the rest of the night

Or when the two of you were left alone in a room he would call you a f@g when you try to make conversation

However late at night, your phone would be buzzing with notifications from him snapping you

But you were popular, so he couldn't harass you too much - especially once you became friends with Maddy

You were a regular at parties, so he'd see you there

Every time Nate got drunk, he'd catch his eyes on you more than he'd like

On your body, warm from the heat of everyone dancing and the alcohol in your system

It didn't help that like everyone else, you dressed like a model every time you left the house - but at parties that was tenfold

You wore virtually no clothes, pretty much forcing Nate's eyes to glue to your thighs, your waist, your ass as it peaked out from your shorts

He also liked how you kept your body hairless, just like Maddy

He would be repulsed if you didn't, so when you raise your arms as you dance, he notices your freshly shaved arms and armpits

After Maddy and Nate were finally broken up, more parties happened

And even though girls tried and succeed to get with Nate, he didn't care for them

They were hookups to him, he noticed them once they put themselves out in front of him

But you

Nate noticed you the second you walked into any party

Maybe it was because when you walked in, people rushed to you to say hi and kiss and hug

But he couldn't deny that when he arrived at any party, part of him was scanning the room for you

Nate fucking hated it

He couldn't even admit it to himself that he piqued an interest in you

He reminded himself that he wasn't gay, he wasn't a f@g he would say to himself

Nate was tipsy and couldn't take his eyes off of you

He would try to find things he hated about you, but he just thought of how hot you looked as you danced with your friends, guys all up on you after they've had a couple of drinks

He noticed you were heading to the bathroom, so after taking a quick shot of whatever he could find, he followed you

Once you got into the bathroom of whoever was hosting that night, Nate forced his way in and locked the door behind him

"What the fuck Nate!?" You shout, scared by the current situation

"Shut up.." Nate mumbles as he gets closer to you

His rough hand cups tour cheek

You look up at the muscular Jock, his eyes hazy looking into yours

Nate focused on your lips, then your eyes, then you lips again

His hand was warm on your cheek

He gave in finally and kissed you

It felt warm, definitely wet and definitely very passionate

Like Nate had been waiting a while to do this

A moan slipped out of your mouth into his as the two of you made out

Nate's other hand snaking around your waist

You can feel his muscles against your body as Nate moans into your mouth, his hand on your cheek feeling hot

Nate's tongue toyed with yours as you closed your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your skin

You felt his hard-on poke you, Nate groaning into your mouth as he pushes his dick against yours

He picks you up, Nate's strong, huge arms holding you up from under your thighs, your arms around his neck as the two of you keep making-out

The sound of lips crashing against one another and muffled moans echo inside the bathroom

Nate grinds his hard dick up against your ass

You feel lightheaded and hot, breaking the kiss and gasping for air, resting your forehead on Nate's built shoulder

"Hey... Help me out here, (y/n)" Nate whispers breathlessly into your ear, making a point of grinding up against you

"Oh yeah? And how should I do that?" You reply, just as breathlessly

More kissing takes place as Nate let's you down from his arms

His hot tongue dancing around yours, Nate's rough, big hands rubbing all over your body

You get on your knees and Nate leans against the sink counter, his body looking godly as you look up at Nate with hooded eyes

He was big, you could feel it through his loose shorts

You remember little from that night, but you definitely remember the sounds that Nate made, he was convinced that was the best head of his life

The two of you became a regular thing, he would bully u less in exchange for late night hookups in his car

He would pull up to your house, text you to come outside and wouldn't say a word to you until he pulled up to your hookup spot

The drive over was always interesting, you'd always wear something Nate liked, you could see his dick hard in his pants and Nate would look over at every chance he got but he would stay silent

He would put your seat down and start kissing you, the windows steaming up as the two of you dry hump each other as you make out

He would start gently with you, but soon Nate would get too horny and fuck you senseless

It was never more than that, you didn't allow yourself to fall for Nate cause he bullied u and was a closeted cunt

He was a dick after the two of you fucked, he would let you both calm down and then tell you to dress back up

He'd drive you home and say "night" and that's all

But Nate was surely falling for you though, after sex he could pretend to fall asleep just to hold you

His big body on top of yours, your cum and his drying on yours and his stomach, sweat making you stick to his seat but tiredness allowing you to fall asleep with him

He liked how big he was compared to you, Nate would get up after you fall asleep and admire you

He hated himself for it, but in the moment he couldn't care less

You looked hot, covered in his spit and sweat and cum, looking peaceful and moonlit as you sleep

Nate eventually invested in baby wipes that he would keep in his car, wiping you down gently as you slept, dressing you up and driving you home, but once you wake up, Nate would continue with his silence and drop you home with a short "night"

But you'd notice... you were wearing his sweatshirt

His massive sweatshirt which smelt like him and felt warm against your skin...

Fuck. You like the cunt that bullied you relentlessly and that is very much closeted

But after that, the two of u became somewhat exclusive (only secretly) Nate really showed how toxic he gets

Cause nobody knew the two of you were a thing, girls would jump on him and he would do nothing about it

Maddy didn't dare talk to him, she was better than that, but other girls definitely tried to get with Nate

He never actually did anything with them, but Nate didn't care that you saw how they all flirted with him, and he really didn't care how that made you feel

Most nights would end in arguments over text on Nate's harem of girls that would flirt with him

He would always play innocent and call you crazy, but you'd never let him gaslight you, so most nights the two of you wouldn't be on talking terms

That is until he goes through the effort of posting an "I'm sorry" card through your letterbox

He won your little game every time he apologised, because you're always sure he means it, that is until he fucks up again the next day

One day you had enough, binned his letter and stopped talking to him

Nate was fuming, he spend 6 hours in the gym that day

You had 23 un-opened snaps and messages from him

It stressed him out you wouldn't talk to him - he did like you, he was also frustrated that you were withholding sex, but most of all he was terrified you would out him

He heard that you had a free house that day and turned up at your house, forcing hid way in when you opened the door - reminiscing of that first night

A lot of shouting ensued

But after that... a LOT of making out followed

You were sat on your bed, grinding against each other, you sat on Nate's lap as you made out for ages

Once Nate started begging to let him fuck you, you stripped down for him

At some point during the night, you though you had broken your bed, from the amount of creaking you two were causing

But the night ended well nonetheless

Nate made you watch as he blocked everyone of the girls that liked him

The two of you made out until you were too tired to keep going

Nate slept over for the first time, he felt comfortable

You body against his, sleeping on his huge chest

For the first time ever, Nate wasn't arguing with himself over his very homo actions

He just let himself feel you and enjoy you as he fell asleep

[taylormarieee]

Fire and Love: Kuai Liang

Summary: You and Kuai were polar opposites, so how did you guys fall in love?

Word count: 573

Pairing: Kuai Liang x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff, insecure reader, people judging, angst if you squint, kissing.

A/N: 'Minors do not interact' divider made by @cafekitsune

You were very different from Kuai. You were a vampire being, similar to Nitara but you didn't have wings or claws just fangs.

You could control your blood lust thoughts whenever it came to your friends and your Husband Kuai Liang.

A Lin Kuei ninja trained to protect Earthrealm with his main weapon a Kunai rope dart to impale and drag his enemies.

He was a lovely man, truly. Soft and kind, determined, ambitious, caring, and had a big heart in protecting his brothers and the ones he loves.

People tend to stare and judge when they see you and Kuai together.

It made your heart sink whenever people would look at you as if you were on of those blood thirsty monsters from Vaeternus.

You had a sweet caring heart just as Kuai did. You helped old people cross the road and you liked to help animals who were in trouble.

Kuai loved to watch you do the things you love. He always had a loving smile on his face watching his wife continue to have a positive attitude despite what people think of her.

"You are so happy today darling. What have you done all day today? Anything fun?" Kuai asks placing his warm hand on your thigh.

"I saw ducks waddling across the street! It was adorable Kuai! They were so tiny and cute following their mother." You say excitedly with a smile on your face.

Kuai watches in adoration at how happy you are. He was extremely lucky to see you like this.

On most days you were crying your eyes out and then taking your anger out on him.

"Why would you choose me! I hate being like this! I hate having to be afraid to hold your hand in public because people will judge! Your own wife ashamed!" You scream out.

"You should be scared of me! You should be leaving me, find someone better Kuai. I don't deserve you and you don't need me. I'm just a monster." You say with tears in your eyes.

"My beautiful girl, I will never leave you and I do deserve you as you deserve me. I love you with all my heart and nothing is going to change that! Stop always thinking your a burden or a monster because your not!" He says, holding you in his arms.

"You are kind and beautiful. You are my babygirl and you always will be my cute little ray of joy and sunshine." He continues with a smile on his face.

"Y-You really m-mean that?" You ask wiping the tears from your eyes. You look up at him with glossy eyes and a questioning look.

"Of course I do pretty girl. You are my wife. Til death do us part remember?" He says with a smile on his face.

A pretty smile slowly decorates your features as you cup his cheeks in your hands.

You stand on you tippy toes a bit and give him a quick peck on his lips before he pulls you closer for a longer kiss.

You whimper as he kisses you a lot rougher before rubbing sweet circles in your waist,

"I love you." He whispers against your lips. A sweet promise that will always stick with you.

"I love you more Kuai." You respond before kissing him with love and passion. His blood runs warmly at the feeling of you in his arms happy and safe.

Taglist: Honestly idk, whoever wants to be in the taglist just let me know.

COMMENTS, REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED!

[sweet-seishu]

Save Your Breath

hanma shuji x reader

warnings: angst, breakup, sad hours, not really sure what other warnings except that this is badly edited and written. i wrote it in five mins lol.

a/n: i did write this with a fem reader in mind but ig it can also be gn :) also if you listen to "save your breath" by jvke it was the inspo for this 😅😅

network: @tokyometronetwork

You knew.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you knew.

You looked over at Hanma, a cigarette between his lips as he watched whatever was on the TV, looking at his phone constantly as he waited for whoever he was texting to reply.

But you knew who it was, and you knew it was the reason your relationship was crumbling.

It happened at dinner a few weeks back, you made the suggestion of going on a date, it had been a while since you had both been out and you thought it might help the spark between you light back up.

You were excited, dressing up in a cute dress while Hanma wore a suit, you smiled when you walked back out to the living room after you were done getting ready, Hanma returning that smile with a small one of his own.

"You look beautiful y/n." He told you, standing up from the couch and walking towards you.

"Thank you Shuji, you look very handsome." You told him.

"Ready?" He asked, offering you his arm. You happily nodded, looping your own through his before he led you to his car so he could drive you both.

It was a disaster the minute you got there.

You noticed the way his eyes immediately went over to her when you walked into the restaurant, the way he stepped away from you just a little, dropping your arm as the hostess led you to the table. You couldn't help but look over to the other girl, her beauty knowing no bounds as you suddenly felt invisible to Hanma.

You knew who she was, he had told you about her before. His first love.

It all got worse when she left her table to come to yours, greeting your boyfriend with a huge smile as he stood up to hug her, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, making you feel insecure and hurt.

What hurt worse was when he introduced you as just "y/n" instead of his girlfriend. They talked for 20 minutes while you sat there, suddenly feeling sick.

You just wanted to leave.

It was different after that night between you two; soft kisses and gentle touches turned into pecks on the cheeks and short hugs, sex that used to be passionate seemed like such a chore now, to be honest you can't remember the last time Hanma initiated anything with you. When you brought it up, it became an argument. Everything became an argument with him lately.

You hated what you two had become. Your relationship with Hanma used to be so exhilarating. He was always surprising you, making you feel so loved, so special, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Now it was like you were just a nuisance to him, always getting in his way when he was home, which was rarely ever.

You knew he spent his time with her, that much was obvious with the way he smiled when he looked at his phone. You didn't think he was cheating, Hanma was loyal to you, no matter what anyone said, but you knew he was unhappy, and honestly, you were too.

You were tired, tired of keeping a failing relationship together when you knew he wanted to be with her. You were tired of the short answers, the constant way he would ignore you, saying he was just busy with work or that his phone died.

You couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay.

So when he decided to finally say you needed to talk, you only held up your hand to stop him.

"Save your breath." You said softly. "I think this is it for us."

His head whipped over to you. You could tell by his eyes he wasn't going to fight you about it, but he really didn't know what to say.

You had to take a breath, needing to keep your tears back, because he didn't deserve to have you cry over him. "You're not happy, I can tell you're not. You're with me, when you'd rather be with her."

Hanma only stared at you.

"I'm tired of pretending we're okay when we aren't. We're just hurting each other more by staying together." You told him, everything suddenly bubbling up to the surface. "I can't keep fighting for us when you don't try to."

"Y/n I-" He started.

"Save it." You told him, getting up off the couch. "You don't have to lie to yourself about your feelings for me, and I won't hold you back from being truly happy."

"I- I do love you.." He whispered.

"Could've fooled me." You stated. "I know you did, and I'm going to cherish the good memories of us for a long time, but you don't love me the way you used to anymore, and it's okay, I've accepted it. I can't- I can't compete with your first love, and it's okay." You gave him a sad smile as you walked to grab your coat.

"Y/n I- I'm sorry.. I don't-" You had to cut him off, putting your coat on before slipping on your shoes.

"It's okay." You told him. "Honestly Hanma I'm so numb from this situation I can't be upset, just do me a favor yeah?"

"What?"

"Love her properly, don't put her through pain like this." He looked at you wide eyed, as if the way he was treating you finally became clear. "I-I'll pick up my stuff tomorrow."

He scrambled to get off the couch, wanting to run to you. "y/n just let me expl-"

"Save your breath, Shuji."

[beedlemania]

These are so cute! I love to expand on your ideas but I don’t have enough tags so I may have gotten carried away 0.0

Davy definitely tries to woo Mike to the point of their kitchen being covered head to toe in flowers and chocolates and no one can make it to the sink. He even put little love notes on each bouquet but he’s not much of a writer (or at least not up to the same standard as Mike) so one of the notes is just a list of things he likes about Mike. When Mike doesn't react exactly like girls used to Davy gets all insecure that maybe Mike doesn't like him after all but then Mike holds him and whispers how much he appreciates the effort but that it's completely unnecessary and Davy just swoons. Then he feels embarrassed about trying too hard (and upset for his bank account).

Mike struggles to verbally express his love to Davy. Every time they share an intimate moment, cuddled up in bed or on the beach watching the sunset, he wants to tell him so many things; why he loves him, when he fell for him, how pretty he is, how much he loves him. But the words get stuck in this throat and he just can’t. But, he traces love hearts on Davy's skin whenever they're cuddling or he's just passing by him. It's his way of saying I love you. It takes Davy a little while to figure it out but whenever he feels Mikes finger on his arm/neck/back/leg he gets all warm and fuzzy inside and says “I love you too”.

Mike gets Davy flowers. He feels like he should 1. because that’s how guys treat their partners usually and he’s insecure he’s not doing the relationship thing right and 2. because Davy’s a sucker for that kind of stuff (see kitchen full of bouquets above). It's the first time Davy has gotten, not given, and he cries. (Which he’d totally deny to Micky and Peter). Mike freaks out thinking he hates it but then Davy’s kissing him with so much love that he ends up getting him flowers whenever his old ones start to wilt.

Mike getting jealous is so real. He stands behind Davy and death stares whoever he's talking to (he did it to Peter once and accidentally made him cry). Davy hates it but he also sometimes thinks it's hot (when whoever he talks to won't get the hint Davy doesn't want them). They do fight about it whenever Davy was just acting touchy feely (how he normally does) around his friend and Mike gets pissy about it. But afterwards they talk and Mike explains his insecurities and Davy explains that he’s just a physical guy and that doesn’t mean he wants to leave Mike for someone better because there is no one better. Then they have really passionate makeup ‘yes I still love you’ sex.

Sex for them was very awkward at first. Mike didn't want to push Davy seeing as he was still figuring out his sexuality and if he was even attracted to men other than Mike. And it was both their first time with a guy. Mike acted like he knew what he was doing but he was just as lost as Davy. He just thought if he kept up the leadership role it would make Davy less nervous. I also headcanon Davy was a complete virgin and just pretending he wasn't to the guys because he was embarrassed (he didn't want to be the youngest, shortest, newest(to america) AND a virgin). So he was really nervous when he and Mike started getting more intimate and Mike took it the wrong way; that Davy didn't really want to be with a guy at all and it caused a bit of conflict. But then Davy (very red faced) confessed and Mike felt guilty. So for their first time Mike went all out with candles and rose petals and a soft record going in the background because he knew it would make Davy weak in the knees. (It did.)

Do you have any jonesmith headcanons (or just lil thoughts)?

I accidentally ended up doing a Mike character analysis instead of cute headcanons oops

My general headcanon is Mike gay Davy bi (I’m not strict about these types of headcanons tho). I think Mike realized he was gay before even moving to L.A. and joining the Monkees, and maybe that’s partly why he wanted to get out of his small hick town. I think growing up in a small conservative hick town would have a major effect on his acceptance of his sexuality. Plus the time period and being raised religious he would have insane guilt and self disgust and shove all of it into a tiny box and lock it away in the back of his brain. Once he moved to L.A. he would get way better about it, especially during the era of hippies bc even tho it’s still not legal people are way more chill and open about it and seeing that would allow him to reflect on it and accept it, BUT I think he would still have a lot of personal internalized homophobia to work through. I actually think he’d probably still be dealing with it even after he and Davy get together, but I don’t have any actual deep thoughts on the topic (bc I tend to only think about them in a fluffy/happy way,,, BUT if you happen to have thoughts on this I would love to hear them).

Davy hmm, I’ve read fics where he knew he was into guys when he lived in England and it’s just never come up bc getting with girls is easier, but I kinda like the idea of him not knowing until he falls for Mike. Actually I was just thinking earlier about him having a starry eyes + butterflies moment upon meeting Mike and not realizing he has feelings for him bc he’s never had feelings for a guy before so he just assumes it’s admiration bc Mike is so cool and mature and handsome and wonderful.

When they first get together Davy wants so badly to impress/woo Mike, which is silly bc they’ve been living together for years so Mike has seen him at his best and worst moments (grumpy, pissed off, upset, sick, he’s seen it all) and is still in love with him. Mike sees this happening and just goes along with it bc Davy is so cute trying to be all charming and gentlemanly, and while it doesn’t make him swoon in the same way it does all the girls Davy used to date it does give Mike a bubbly I’m in love with a huge dork feeling.

I know I’ve said that Mike def uses cute nicknames for Davy but I actually think verbal intimacy could be difficult for him, at least in terms of actually saying the words I love you (maybe he uses cute nicknames bc its an easier way to express his feelings than saying i love you 🤔)  I think this is an interesting dynamic for them since Davy’s thing is “hi my name is Davy Jones and I love you”. Davy might try to hold off saying it in fear that it will frighten Mike away or he could also drop it pretty early but not expect Mike to say it back right away. I kinda wrote that dynamic into my last fic (the trans mike fic) with Davy saying “I love you, I love you” to Mike and Mike responding not verbally but by pulling him into a passionate kiss that Davy understood was a mirroring of his feelings.

Mike would also have some insecurities, self-worth, and jealousy problems. I think even though Davy is obviously happy and loves him a lot Mike would get really in his head and be like Davy’s going to find someone better, he misses being with girls, stuff like that. And it might manifest as jealousy because he doesn’t want to lose Davy but thinks that it’s very possible it could happen. I can definitely see Mike lashing out/starting a fight over this in a moment of fear and self-loathing, and Davy would hate being told how he feels (he knows he’s happy with Mike and wants to be with him forever and hates being accused of feeling otherwise) but as long as they’re able to talk it out in the end everything would be fine. And besides they have a great support system in Micky and Peter so if they need to talk to them about problems or get advice I think they would be really helpful. (Though, again, Mike seems like the type to bottle up his problems so Micky would probably have to chip away at him, without trying to seem nosy, to get Mike to talk about what’s wrong).

[wysteria-clad]

You are perfect to me.

paring: Namor x chubby/plus-size! fem! human! reader; established relationship

summary: reader feels insecure about her body weight, Namor shows she is perfect for him

a/n:

- Namor speaks to reader mostly in English cause reader is not fully fluent with his language yet, but still his pet names for her are in Yucatec Maya

- soft! Namor is a necessity for survival ya'll

genre: fluff

warnings: body insecurity, mentions of body shaming.

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"Come here, in yakunaj" he pats his thigh, sitting on his throne. A command, the kind of command with passion and possesiveness. Not the 'I own you', but 'You belong to me as I belong to you, my love.'

He wanted you take your place as his Queen.

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you think about sitting on his lap, in front of his people.

You hesitantly shake your head.

Gosh, why does he have to be so sweet. He wants to show you off proudly in front of his people.

You want to, but a tinge of insecurity creeps in your gut.

What if I crush him?

"I..I'm too heavy.." you voice is small, "I don't wanna crush you," you avoid his eyes, looking down. Every hurtful comment about your body floods your brain.

He descends his throne, reducing the distance between you. He places a finger under your chin, and makes you meet his eyes. "Y/n/n, you will never crush me."

"I-"

He cuts you off, and effortlessly picks you up in the bridal style. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks. Still holding you in his arms, he walks up to his throne. "K'uk'ulkan!" you bury your face on his chest.

Getting on the throne, he pulls you into his lap. "Is this alright, in yakunaj? If not, we don't have to do this."

Your heart warms at his gesture. And you make yourself comfortable on his lap and turn your head to place a kiss on his cheek, shyly. "No, it's fine. I want to."

He sighs in content at your response. It hurt his heart to see how your voice lowered when you answered. He hated whoever made you feel insecure, but he would help you with it later. For now, seeing you smile and being at ease with him on the throne was enough.

"You are perfect to me," he breathes down your neck and kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.

.

.

You sit on the edge of the bed. You didn't meet his eyes, you couldn't. You are embarrassed at how quick you let your insecurities get hold of you. 'screw what they say' 'it doesn't matter' that's what everyone says, but then why does those words hurt?

He reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, but you still won't meet his eyes.

He bends his knees, kneeling down on the floor in front of you, and he takes both of your hands in his.

The Feathered Serpent God, their King—your King, is kneeling down in front of you.

Your lips slightly part, your eyes widening at his gesture of love.

There is something inherently tender when a man gets down on his knees for his woman, willingly, out of nothing but love.

"I don't love you cause I like your body," his hands slids down on your legs. His sturdy hands is gentle as up your skirt. He leans in to place feather light kisses on your legs, trailing up. "I love your body, because I love you." His tone is soft. You've never heard him speak with this tender voice before and it clenches your heart. He had this softness for you, only you.

"K'uk'ulkan.."

You swallow your words as his lips trails up on your inner thighs, his lips finds a tender spot. You reach out your hands to run your fingers through his hair, you cup his jaw, urging him to come up.

He complies and he rises up, his face next to yours. His thumb strokes your cheek, his lips hovers over your right cheek. "I love your cute cheeks," a kiss. Another one to your left side.

You cannot stop the smile on your face. "I love you," you say in earnest, "so much."

He peers into your eyes. His gaze is intense, but soft. "I love you, in reina."

He lowers his lips, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collar bone. He pins you down on the bed, you fall back, watch him hover over you. His lips then rests between your breasts, he watches with a smirk as your lips part to your moan his name. He lifts up your top, "I love you," he kisses your soft belly, "all parts of you, he places another one. And another one.

You feel your eyes tear up.

He loves you, all parts of you, even when you didn't love yourself. He prays and hopes one day you will see yourself through his eyes.

By the end of the night, he showed you how perfect and gorgeous you are with his lips—kissing each part of your body and praising you. Leaving you flustered and drunk on his passionate love. The love marks were the proof, along with your lazy, blissful smile on your face after it.

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Translation:

in yakunaj - my love

in reina - my queen

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Namor Taglist:

@loonymagizoologist @songbirdcannabe @96jnie @dazecrea @belle643 @layazul @iamlize33 @fefa-la-printcessa

[geeky-politics-46]

Jealous Bucky Headcanon

Kinktober 2022 - Day 5: Jealous Sex with Bucky Barnes

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: I decided to do this one as a headcanon because you know jealous sex with Bucky is a fairly regular occurrence

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - swearing, oral sex, pet names, dirty talk, biting/marking, rough sex, spanking, needy Bucky is a warning by itself

Bucky hates seeing other guys flirt with you. He's terrified that you'll realize you could do so much better, or just how many issues he has. 

He hates that he gets so jealous, and he knows it isn't the healthiest thing in a relationship but he's working on it.

In the meantime though, his jealous and possessiveness usually leads to really good sex. Even if it takes some pouting or mild arguing to get to it.

There are 2 ways things usually play out when Bucky has had one of his bouts of jealousy.

The first is if he is left feeling insecure and needy. This is sweet, passionate, and intimate. 

Your wish is his command, and he will stop at nothing until you're writhing in pleasure telling him how good he makes you feel. 

You are barely through the door before he is on his knees trying to bury his face in your pussy. 

His touch starved side takes over and he could get off just from your taste on his tongue and your fingers tugging at his hair. 

The way he moans and whimpers as he licks at your slick folds and sucks on your clit making your eyes roll back in your head. 

He doesn't even have to finger you he's tongue fucking you so good. 

If he has access he will start inadvertently grinding against your leg, trying to get some relief for his cock that is now aching from the way you drive him nuts. How everything about you makes him hard. 

Then after he has made you cum with his mouth once already, he'll scoop you up and carry you to bed.

Taking his time in removing the rest of your clothes as well as his own. He wants to show you how he worships every inch of you. How no one could possibly love you more than he does.

He always fucks you in missionary or a mating press position on these nights. His forehead pressed to yours or whispering little praises in between kisses the entire time.

He will stop several times to go down on you again and make the session last as long as possible with as many orgasms as he can give you.

Only worrying about his own orgasm when he is sure you are completely satisfied and cockdrunk for him. 

When he is about to cum he needs to hear that you love him and that he is all you want. Looking into his big blue eyes and assuaging any fear he ever had of losing you. 

"Love you so much, Bucky. So perfect. You make me feel so good. Wanna feel you cum baby. Cum inside me Buck, fill my pussy up. It's all yours. I'm all yours."

The second way is if he ends up feeling pouty and grumpy. Even angry sometimes, never really angry at you but at whoever tried to steal your affections. 

If you try to tease him by flirting with someone it will always lead to this ending. 

This sex is rougher and more intense. Think hairpulling, spanking, biting/marking, and lots of dirty talk. He wants you to know you are his.

As soon as you are through the door you find yourself up against the wall or bent over any available surface with Bucky already working on leaving a couple marks on your neck.

"Can't stand seeing another guy flirt you. Now everyone will know you are mine."

You better not be too attached to the panties you are wearing, or the rest of your clothes, because they will most likely be ripped off of you.

He likes to fuck you from behind when he feels possessive like this. That way he can really fuck you hard and fast. Using your hips or your hair for leverage. 

He will still guarantee you cum multiple times, but he is more driven by his own hunger when he feels this way. 

He wants to have you screaming his name and unable to form coherent sentences. He also really really wants to cum in you. He wants you marked from the inside out. 

"That's it babydoll, taking my cock so well. You know why? Because this pussy was made for me. It's my pussy isn't it baby? I'm the only one who can fuck you. I'm the only one who gets to hear you moan like a needy little slut. Who's slut are you baby? Who's pussy is this? Let me hear you say it."

If you don't answer loud enough he'll give you a good slap on the ass and make you say it again. Never slowing the pace of his cock slamming into you over and over.

"Gonna fill you up doll. Gonna keep you so fucking full of cum and dripping all night. I want people to smell my cum on you. Beg for it. Beg for my cum. Gonna cum so fucking hard for you baby. Gonna cum so much."

Either way your night begins it ends with him holding you close and making sure you know he loves you and you assuring him you are his. 

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[fussymeanie999]

first time - loki laufeyson x plus-size reader

WARNING: this is going to be around 90% dirty smut. you have been warned. mentions of: cunnilingus, deepthroat, facefucking, unprotected sex, breeding, first time

synopsis: reader feels extremely insecure about her figure, loki finds her being absolutely destroyed, he decides to show her how beautiful she is.

a/n: also, i like used a scene from my mad fat diary for one of the dialogues (another one of my favourite shows), so all creds to them! i also used a monologue called "corsets and courtship" for some of loki's quotes by @tomhiddlestonsoundalike on tumblr so all credz to him and whoever wrote the text!

enjoy, my plussize queens (or whoever's reading this lol)

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you stood in front of your mirror, in your undergarments, looking at your own reflexion, your fingers grazing your own skin, cringing at every bump or texture you felt. your skin wasn't as soft as you'd want it to be. it wore many marks, wether from your skin stretching or plain old cellulite. you had some pimples, some scarring... you hated it. all of it. you just wished you were perfect. you weren't skinny, that was for sure. you weren't even mid-size. you were a big girl. and as much as you'd want to pretend you weren't, there were times where that was impossible. you didn't fit in any "regular sizes" and not every store had a plus-size section. you were afraid to eat in front of people. you couldn't even be intimate with your boyfriend.

ah. your boyfriend. your boyfriend's name was loki. and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon. well, not a man. technically he was an alien. or a god? he came from asgard. a different planet and it honestly baffled you that a literal god would go for someone like you, when he could get anyone he ever wanted. you couldn't believe what you were hearing when he revealed his feelings for you. of course you were hopelessly in love with him but you just couldn't believe he felt the same way. fat girls never get the hot guys. at least not in any story you ever heard, especially not in your life. you never had a boyfriend. no one had really shown any interest in you and you didn't either. mostly because you didn't think anyone would feel the same.  you didn't feel as though you deserved to be with anyone, you were too big, too unattractive, too insecure. so you never really tried. until loki came around.

he became part of your life almost a year ago to this day. he was your first kiss, first date, first everything. the only first that was missing was... your first time. yes. you were a virgin. a fat virgin at that. you didn't even let loki see you without a shirt on. the mere thought made you burst into tears, imagining different improbable scenarios where he'd be so disgusted by your figure he'd leave you. but you wanted to. you wanted him to see you and you wanted him to touch you. you wanted him in every sense of the term, but you couldn't bring yourself to reveal your body to him when the time came. he was always understanding, listening to your wishes and never made you feel like you had to do anything you didn't want to do. but you could feel how much it made him ache to not be able to be with you the ways he wanted to. it made you ache as well.

you grabbed at your fat, your jiggly rolls, covered in purple stripes and you couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall, roll down your cheek. your small cries suddenly became sobs, and they became louder and louder, as your brain was flooded with images of loki's face, disgusted in your figure. you let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling your stomach touch your thighs, making your sobs grow even louder. you held your stomach in one of your hands and and the other directed itself on your face, massaging your temple, feeling your heart beat inside your head.

you thought you were alone. you really did.

you heard the door of your bedroom creak. your head immediately jolted up as your glistening eyes met with familiar blue-ish green orbs. you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your almost naked body, your sobs completely stopping but your tears still melted away on your round cheeks.

your raven-haired lover walked in the room, carefully.

"oh my sweet girl, what has happened?" the god said softly, carefully kneeling in front of you.

he slowly held out his hand to meet yours with confusion, worry and a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly dodged it and got up, covering your entire front side with the blanket and quickly turning around so he couldn't see the back of you.

"nothing" you struggled to say, in between cries, still backing away from him.

you continued walking backwards until your lower back hit the dresser. you looked down, for a few quick seconds and when you looked back up, your lover was only a mere 2 inches away from your face. he cupped your visage with his hands and softly wiped your dried tears with the back of his thumb.

" you know how much i trust you my darling..." he started. " ... but this doesn't look like nothing."

he started slowly stroking your hair and brushing it with his fingers. you tried avoiding his stare but it was useless, as he was grabbing your face and lifted your chin up to make you look at him straight in the eyes.

as his stare felt as though it was piercing through your soul, you couldn't contain your cries anymore.

" be honest with me... i beg of you... it pains me to see you like this" he pleaded.

you started to contain your sobs a bit better, but you still felt so much pain.

" why... why are you with me loki...?" you were able to blurt out.

confusion. confusion was all that was written over his face. he also looked a bit hurt.

his stare started going around the room, trying to find an answer to your question. his hands, that previously were cupping your face, slid down to your throat and rested on your collarbone, his thumb drawing circles over your thyroid.

"what kind of question is that?" he said, annoyance in his voice. you were afraid you made him angry.

"loki... you can have anyone you want, alright? you're a god..." you said, tears still brimming the sides of your eyes.

loki looked at you with so much hurt, it was hard to keep eye contact.

" you're an 11, and i'm a two at best..." you proceeded. "most people, when they see us, out in public, or on social media, they must be thinking; "oh he must be absolutely mad going out with that..." you stopped yourself when you saw loki's facial expression go from hurt to raging.

"that what?" he asked firmly.

you didn't answer.

"THAT WHAT?" he screamed, making you jump.

he put a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

"how many times do i have to tell you, y/n?" he started. "you are my person. my woman. my everything. you are the most magnificent being my eyes ever laid upon. the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms. can't you see? can't you? because i can. i see it everyday. i don't have to see you bare to know. never say that to me again, you understand? do you? do you understand?" he said, starting softly and becoming more firm.

his hands were still hanging by your collarbone, but you felt them grip at your skin, desperate for your understanding, for your touch, for you.

"... i" you started. "i d-do..." you stuttered through sniffles.

he looked at you directly in the eyes. you knew he loved you.

'but not enough.' you thought to yourself.

your love carefully placed his lips upon yours. his lips that you were familiar with. lips you kissed thousands of times. lips you loved. lips you longed for. you needed. the kiss he planted was one of the most delicate kisses he'd ever given you, but at the same time, one of the most passionate. it felt like all of the love he felt for you he poured out into you and in that moment, you felt like nothing could come between you two.

"p-please don't leave me, loki..." you cried out after the kiss.

"my love, my love, my love... never. i love you." he reassured you, stroking your hair.

he planted kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and then back to your lips, this time with more hunger. it was like all of the times he had to restrain himself, when you felt like you weren't ready, completely melted into that kiss. all of his passion, his love, his hunger, his despair, and more importantly his lust, he finally let it all out and you let it all in.

"loki..." you panted in between kisses.

"mmh... yes my love?" he said, intensifying and deepening his kisses more and more.

you hesitated. but you knew. you knew you were ready.

"i-...mmh... i want you." you said, desperation tinting your voice, sounding almost like a plea.

loki slowed down. he took a minute to look at you in the eyes. he wasn't sure what to say. he wasn't even sure what you were saying.

"what?" was all he could muster up to say.

you looked at him with a little more confidence and nodded slowly.

the look on his face was priceless. he would finally be able to be with you.

"a-are you sure about this, love?" he said, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

you nodded again.

he grabbed the sides of your head firmly and leaned in to kiss you once more. his hands trailed down the sides of your body and started playing with the blanket that you were still holding firmly in your hands. you were scared to let go. to be completely bare to him.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to let this go, my darling." he whispered in you ear, taking the chance to leave a wet kiss on your lobe, slightly biting down on it.

he grabbed your shaking hands in his, drawing circles with his thumb softly against yours.

"give yourself to me, little one... let me see you, touch you, feel you, taste you. i beg... i beg of you." he whispered again, pressing his forehead against yours.

you breathed heavily. you wanted him to see you. to touch you, feel you...

the wall you had built had always seemed so hard to knock down... but in this moment though, that wall seemed to be made of silk. all you had to do was let it go.

"okay..." you said, in the softest voice you ever spoke.

you backed away from loki and walked backwards a few feet. you were now standing the back of your knees faced towards the end of the bed. loki was staring at you proufoundly, awaiting your reveal impatiently.

your hands were trembling. you had nightmares about this moment. you had panic attacks for this moment. this moment was everything. but something about loki... was it the way he stood? the way he spoke? was it his stare? something about him made you feel safe. safer than you had ever felt before tonight.

so you let go.

you felt the blanket reach your toes. you cringed. so you closed your eyes, not wanting to witness loki's disappointment. you awaited any second now a hurl, a disgusted sound or a hurtful comment. but none of that.

you carefully opened your eyes, only to find loki with a gaping mouth, having the most amazing look on his face. a look of pure love, of endless attraction and mesmerising lust.

he approached you slowly, making each of his step count. when he finally reached you, he immediately pressed his forehead against yours. though your eyes were staring down at your feet, you could feel his stare devouring you.

he carefully placed his hand upon yours and let it trail up your arm. then back down again, giving you chills.

he didn't say anything. not a word. what was he thinking?

"i... i look disgusting i know, i'm so sorry. i know i disappoint..." you said, starting to regret the blanket had reached the floor.

you heard loki sigh so heavily.

"you... have got to be joking, love..." were the first words he spoke after seeing your figure. you heard the smile through his voice.

"in all of my..." he started. you heard him swallow before continuing. "in all of my 1056 years of living... never... and i mean never... have i ever witnessed such beauty before this night. my sweet, sweet girl, i simply do not understand why you felt the need to hide."

his hand reached your face and kissed you so passionately, you felt a sort of... heat at the bottom of your stomach. it was an unfamiliar feeling.

that same hand made its way to your neck, then to your shoulder and started playing with one of your bra straps. eventually, he completely took it off and did the same with the other strap.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me right now..." the god said, in a lower, hungrier voice.

"what am i doing to you?" you asked, innocently.

in between kisses, you could feel loki smirk against your lips.

his hand went from your shoulder, trailed down your arm and grabbed your hand in his. he took it and before you knew it he pressed it upon himself. his black, silky, suit pants were showing a bulge in between his legs and that's exactly where he put your hand.

he was hard.

when you first touched it, you heard a whimper come from your lover. god, he needed you.

"this... this is what you are doing to me, darling."

you couldn't believe the words he was saying to you. you felt as though you were in a sort of dream. loki wanted you. he was... quite literally hard for you.

loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. his eyes went extremely dark.

"lay down. on the bed. now." he demanded firmly.

you obeyed his commands in the blink of an eye. you were ready.

you laid down on the bed, on your backside, carefully. when you got comfortable you looked up at loki and saw him looking at you, with hungrier eyes. eyes that were darker and more lustful than ever. he was devouring you with his eyes and he made sure to capture every square inch of skin of your body.

with only a smirk and the flick of a hand on your partner's part, your bra disappeared in a light green magic, leaving your breasts uncovered and nipples starting to harden.

loki obviously couldn't contain himself any longer and almost jumped on top of you, kissing you savagely, making his way down your neck, leaving all sorts of love marks, some darker than others. some of them were painful but the pain only reminded you that this was real. when he got to your breasts, you could almost see his mouth water.

he carefully grabbed one with his hand, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"so soft, so plump... for me. oh god, sweetheart you're giving me such a delight"

and with no warning he started giving you small licks, around your nipple, carefully approaching your most sensitive part, which he enthusiastically started to flick with his tongue. the sudden pleasure rose your voice as you let out a small whimper, begging for more.

"yes... yes my sweet girl... let it out... show me how much you want this" he said in a raspier voice.

you found your fingers playing with his raven-black locks, as his mouth played with your brown-ish pink buttons.

he did so for some while, until he felt your hand grasp at his vest. you wanted him to reveal himself to you as well. he got the message pretty quickly.

he looked up from his meal, giving you the same amount of eye contact, as he took off his black blazer, black tie and black vest. all he had on were his bottoms but you were too worried about his beautiful torso to notice. you let your hands wonder on his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin, some of his hair, up to his pecs, you couldn't believe it. how can this man become even more beautiful?

"like the view, my love?" he asked. you enthusiastically nodded.

he bent down to leave more love bites over your torso and your breasts. he started to slowly go down your body leaving kisses under your breast, going even nearer to the most insecure part of your body. you cringed and whimpered again, but this time in a less of a pleasurable manner, remembering all of your stretch marks and cellulite, knowing he'll be disappointed.

"i... couldn't... be... more... in... love..." he breathed out between his wet kisses. he was now definitely directly on your tummy.

he looked up, knowing you wouldn't like this part. he met your eyes and definitely noticed your hesitation.

he got back up, towering over you. he bent back down, catching your lips in his.

he carefully started stroking your hair, in the most loving manner you could ever imagine. he looked at you straight in the eyes, seeming like he was trying to deliver a message directly to your soul.

"what have i done to deserve you?" he asked, his voice choking in between his words.

those words completely melted your aching heart.

it was your turn to touch him. you said nothing as you slowly stroked his cheek with the back of your hand, giving him your approval by a shake of the head.

he smiled and his head disappeared to your stomach again.

you could feel his hands rome around your entire body and his mouth leaving wet kisses over your stomach. his long raven hair still trailed around higher up on your torso, nearer to your breasts.

he finally got to the place his own body longed for the most.

at this point you were completely damp and you awaited his reaction to your wetness impatiently.

he quickly gave you one of the hungrier and most impatient look you'd ever seen him give you.

he got up in front of the bed, looking you up and down like a predator looks at its prey and with the flick of hand, yet again, loki made your panties disappear in a light shimmering green magic, leaving you completely bare. all that was covering you up were your legs, still pressed firmly together.

loki carefully placed his hands over your bare knees. he could feel you trembling. was it from excitement? nervousness? or desire?

"open up for me, my love... let me in" he said in a demanding, pleading voice.

you slowly started to comply and let your legs go loose. your lover took it upon himself and slowly spread your thighs apart. he couldn't believe his eyes.

he was letting himself finally see your aching core. he could see it glistening, it was calling to him, begging for his touch. he was the one the one responsible and he'd never felt prouder. he admired every fold, every forgotten hair you missed while shaving, everything about it was inviting.

"oh my sweet sweet girl... look at the state of you. don't you understand how long i've been waiting? to see you in this position, completely at my mercy, legs spread, only for me..."

he gulped and whimpered at the sight of you, as you spread you legs even further. he could feel the tightness in his pants become almost unbearable. he'd never been this aroused before in his entire life. but first, he needed a taste of you.

he slowly started leaving wet kisses over your thighs, getting closer and closer to your velvet folds. his hands traveled your entire body. your body, that felt as though it had been set on fire. he once again cupped one of your breasts and started flicking your nipples with his fingertips. you let yet another whimper escape your lips, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone.

you felt his hot breath against your wet love box and that was all it took to make you go insane.

"p-please..." you pleaded to the god.

he took your scent in, smelling the most mouth-watering aroma he ever got the chance to smell in all of his 1000 years.

"you don't have to ask me twice, my sweetness..." were his last words before delving in.

he placed his fingers upon your aching core, exploring all of your folds, he couldn't believe how wet you were.

"darling... you are dripping..."

he let his fingers trail for a few seconds, until they reached your entrance. he circled it with the tip of his finger as he finally placed his lips right on top of your sensitive button.

the sudden, unfamiliar sense of pleasure, completely took you by surprise as you yelped.

his tongue peaked through after a few kisses planted on your clitoris. it circled in the same motions his finger was making to your entrance. he was so soft, so cautious. but you could feel the heat in the bottom of your stomach growing darker, more demanding so you placed you hands on the top of your lover's head, brushing your fingers through his hair and slightly pushing his head down on your core.

loki got the message, as his circles became more passionate and as he started flicking his tongue aggressively at your core.

you felt your entire body tremble in desire as loki's finger plunged itself in between your folds, exploring your insides.

you were now moaning deliberately, wanting him to add digits. you thought you'd be more resistant, you thought it'd be a little painful, even but all you could feel was pleasure.

"more..." you pleaded.

as the words were still hanging from your lips, loki plunged yet another finger in, and this time, you did feel a little resistance but you didn't care. you wanted him. you wanted him so much.

his tongue was working wonders on your clit. you would think the man hadn't eaten in days at the sight of him. he was completely devouring you and you could feel the pleasure build up inside of you.

the mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his tongue flicking at your sensitive button, all of it was too much for you to handle. you felt something was coming.

"loki... l-loki... something... something's happening." you panted, in between moans.

he didn't stop. he knew what he was doing. he went harder, his tongue completely destroying you.

"i can feel it as well... your heat... your wetness... let yourself come undone, my sweet... for me" he whispered, panting, in between licks.

'come undone?' you thought. but before you knew it, you felt it. the highest peak of pleasure your body had ever felt in its life. you felt your thighs squeeze around the god's head, squashing him a little. you didn't want to hurt him but you couldn't contain yourself, as you screamed his name, not believing that amount of pleasure was even possible. it was electrifying. your whole body reacted, you were sweating. you put your hand over your mouth and bit down your finger to stop yourself from becoming a screaming mess, but it was already too late, as you rode your orgasm out to the last bit of pleasure you could conquer up.

"you taste even sweeter than i thought you would, sweet girl" he said, giving the nickname a whole different meaning.

you let out a huge sigh, slowly coming back to your senses. you looked up as loki got up from between your legs, his hand still caressing your folds slowly and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. you tasted what you thought was yourself. oddly enough, you didn't cringe, you hadn't found yourself to taste disgusting. it was... kind of erotic actually.

"loki i..." you started. you didn't know how to ask. "i want to..." you sighed out.

"say it, darling" he said, stroking your hair, still caressing in between your legs.

"i want to taste you... too" you finally let out.

you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. you wanted to thank him in a way.

he was surprised. he didn't think you were ready.

"you made me feel so good today... i want to reciprocate the feeling... y'know..." you said, shyly.

loki's hand pulled at your hair to make you look at him.

"is that what you want?" he asked, firmly. he grabbed your hand and slowly pressed it yet again on his throbbing member, through his tightening pants.

he sighed heavily, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

you nodded, slowly. he smirked.

"then, get on your knees."

you obeyed.

you liked how he commanded you and guided you through all of your movements. you were nervous he wasn't going to enjoy, but the anticipated look on his face told you otherwise. also, the throbbing length in his pants.

you were now on your knees, on the floor, at the end of the bed and loki was sitting, his still clothed legs spread, inviting you in.

you started to slowly stroke his thigh, rubbing your hand up and down, each time getting closer to his private. you did the same thing with his other thigh, feeling the god getting impatient with your teasing.

you finally placed your hand over his member, giving it a small squeeze. you heard your lover grunt, at only your touch.

"you're eager" you stated, looking up at him. he gave you a smirk.

"less talking." he said, darkly.

you complied, massaging his bulge through his pants.

when you finally unzipped them, you heard your lover let out a sigh of relief. you wanted to bring them down to his ankles, but loki, being impatient, made them disappear in his green magic.

"hey. let me work." you said, in more of a joking way.

"i said... less talking" he repeated.

you noticed a small wet spot on his grey boxers. you bent down, without touching it, smelling it.

you felt the god squirm under you, eager to feel you around him.

you carefully, and slowly took his boxers down, letting his member spring free of its shackles, finally revealing itself to you.

he was huge. it was veiny, its tip was a dark pink, almost red, it was pale like the rest of his body. but most importantly, it was enormous.

"like the view, my love?" he asked for the second time that night.

you nodded your head enthusiastically. all you wanted was to get a taste.

you carefully approached your hand to the hot spot. the second your fingers reached his skin, loki whimpered. it was burning up, but it was so soft. you felt the veins under your fingertips, and suddenly it was like you knew exactly what to do. you carefully started stroking him and ran your thumb over the most sensitive part of his shaft, his frenulum, and heard him whimper once again.

"please" he pleaded, imitating your pleas from earlier.

"you don't have to tell me twice" you imitated as well.

you approched his tip to your lips and delicately gave him a soft kiss. his skin was so warm.

you continued giving him small pecks but you felt him get, yet again, impatient with your teasing.

"oh come on..." he pleaded.

you looked at him. sweat was dripping down his forehead.

you then flipped his cock over, back to his stomach to give yourself full access to the base of his member. you placed your tongue directly in between his balls and shaft and worked your way up to his tip, making sure you passed by his sensitive junction between his red bulb and the rest of his penis. directly after, you put his tip in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth, tasting the drops of pre-cum he deposited on your tongue.

you heard him moan, some cusses flew out of his mouth, he moaned mainly your name, or called you by all sorts of nicknames.

"oh my, oh my... you're doing so good... mmh... g-good girl..." he moaned out.

his words were able to bring back that heat at the bottom of your stomach. you slowly directed your hand in between your thighs and started stroking your own bundle of nerves. loki didn't seem to notice, too lost in the waves of pleasure you were giving him.

he was now moaning deliberately. he tried... he really tried, but he couldn't contain himself anymore, he grabbed your head, pulled you by your hair and pushed your head down to take more of his shaft. you awaited a gag or any sort of resistance on your part, really, but nothing came.

loki got up from where he was sitting, your head still enveloping his shaft and started moving back and forth, you being completely at his mercy. he was deliberately fucking your face, and you let him.

he moaned your name so many times you'd lost count. he became more and more agressive with each thrust until all of his shaft was buried down your throat. he held your head down for a few seconds, gripping at your hair, letting his cock sit in your mouth, until he finally pulled out, a strand of saliva escaping your lips. he was out of breath, but not as much as you.

"you feel so good, my love. you're doing amazing" he said, panting.

you gave him a few kitten licks, asking for more. he buried his cock again down your throat, pumping in and out. he was fucking your face as though it was a cunt, using your throat as a mere hole that was made to mold his shaft perfectly.

you weren't gagging which surprised you. you'd never tested your gag reflex, but obviously you didn't have any.

you felt him go faster and faster until he once again, suddenly stopped as your head was completely enveloping his shaft. but this time, he started grunting and moaning, louder, in more of an animalistic way, holding your head down, hard, as deep as he could go.

"i- i'm cumming, love" he grunted out.

suddenly, you could taste bitterness, saltiness explode in your mouth, and run down your throat. your first instinct was to spit it out, but your god kept your head in place, making you swallow. it felt never ending. he kept cumming and cumming. you thought the taste would repulse you, from what you had heard from friends and the internet, but you honestly didn't find it to be that disgusting.

he stayed in that same position, holding your head in place, for another ten to fifteen seconds after he came. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he finally removed himself.

you took a deep breath, considering you could finally breathe properly.

loki knelt down to your level. he looked at your face. fortunately, you weren't wearing makeup, so no makeup to ruin. your eyes were red, tears had run down your face, you had spit all over the sides of your face, and some of loki's cum had fallen out of the corners of your mouth. he wiped it with his thumb and took it up to your mouth.

you sucked his thumb dry, tasting him yet again.

he gave you a loving smile.

"mine." he simply said, in a soft manner.

he then kissed you in the most loving way he could, tasting himself on your lips.

he then backed away, looking you up and down, noticing your hand still wondering around in between your thighs. he smirked and locked eyes with you.

"i think we're gonna have to take care of that." he said, as he got up. he was now standing up while you were still on your knees. you noticed his cock was hard again, once it got to your eye level. how was that even possible? how could he be hard again this quick? you had to remind yourself he did have the stamina of a god. he handed you his hand for you to take, which you did.

he got you up and carefully placed his hands on the sides of your head and started stroking your hair.

"are you still sure you want to do this my love?" he asked.

you chuckled.

"after what we've done? i'm pretty sure there's no backing up now?"

he gave you a confused look.

"of course there is. i'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable doing, sweetheart." he said.

you sighed at your poor choice of words.

"and i know that." you started. "but i'm ready. i want you... loki."

he smiled yet again. he didn't say a word. he just kissed you. it was a passionate kiss, like all of your others that night. his hands roamed around your body as if it was discovering it again for the first time.

taking you by surprise, he lifted you up, flipped you around and threw you on the bed. never had you been picked up before. you always thought you'd break the person's spine. but loki lifted you up so easily, you felt like a feather.

"you're mine" the god grunted, as he plunged on top of you. he spread your legs open, as far as he could and positioned himself right between them.

he reached down to your bundle of nerves and drew circles with his fingers like he did earlier. he wound up plunging his fingers inside you yet again, prepping you for what was about to replace them. you could feel his length harden even more against your thigh, as he did so.

you started whimpering, wanting more than just his digits to fill you.

your whimpers were like music to loki's ears. he loved hearing how much you longed for him. he loved seeing you squirm under him. he enjoyed feeling all powerful, having that much control over you.

"take me" you sighed out, looking at your lover straight in the eyes. you couldn't hold it in anymore. you needed him. you needed him inside you. now.

he smirked as he bent down, to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"tell me when you want to stop, my darling. use your words." he asked of you.

you nodded, agreeing to his words, whilst trying to spread your legs even further.

his fingers left your core, leaving you needy and wanting to feel him once more, but they were quickly replaced by what you knew was his tip. he started slowly moving back in forth in between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

he gave you a look, pleading for approval.

you slowly nodded, ready to take him in.

you felt his his bulb starting to peak inside of you. you winced, feeling a slight resistance.

he stopped. but you nodded again, asking for him to continue.

as he buried his shaft deeper in you, it started to really hurt. for real this time.

"ow, ow. stop." you asked. "but stay inside. just stay... stay like this. let me- let me adjust."

he listened to you.

"are you okay, my love?" he asked, still halfway inside of you.

you nodded again, breathing heavily. you knew you could do it. you wanted to.

"p-... proceed." you said.

he listened to you again, burying himself entirely in you. he let out a loud grunt. your walls had adjusted to the size of his member and it felt less painful.

your lover moaned again.

"you.. are so tight, oh my. you feel so good." he panted.

you smiled. you loved seeing him in this much pleasure. you loved the passionate, lustful look on his face, all of it was for you.

he started moving back and forth, slowly, being really careful of each and every one of your movements, analyzing if you wanted to continue or not.

the first few thrusts were painful but eventually the pain left and absolute ecstasy took its place.

loki noticed the change in you and decided to give his thrusts more power, barely able to contain himself. he pumped in and out of your aching core at a medium rate. he wanted to go faster, harder but he stayed careful.

but you... you wanted more. you started clawing at loki's back, bringing him closer to you and leaving red scratches all over his back. you kissed his neck, his torso, leaving him the same bruises he left you earlier, though yours weren't as agressive as his. yours were small, red, but his eventually became huge purple bruises. and you had them all over your body. he started leaving you some more, on your neck, your collarbone, imitating your movements.

"more..." you pleaded.

he smirked against your skin, left you yet another passionate kiss on your lips and with that, his thrusts became harder, more agressive, much faster. you felt as if he was trying to crawl inside of you.

you both started moaning and screaming each other's names at the top of your lungs. your lover got up, detaching his torso from yours, trying to find an angle where he could go deeper inside of you. you wanted him back, missing the heat of his body. you reached out to him with your arm, but he firmly grabbed it, stopping you in your tracks. you were surprised. he looked down at you, staring at you straight in the eyes. his eyes went dark. his hand that had stopped your movement, trailed up from your hand, to you elbow and up your arm, until it reached the crook between your shoulder and your neck. his thumb drew circles over your cheek, then your chin and finally on your throat. you didn't even have the time to realise but his hand had completely wrapped itself around your throat, choking you slightly. you could still breathe completely fine, but his hand held your head in space, as his thrusts became even harder, if that was even possible.

he started panting, completely losing himself in the moment.

he bent down again, still holding your throat in his hand. he grabbed you and forced your face to be centimetres from his.

"mine." he said in a deep, grunting voice.

that word was the one that completely sent you over the edge. you could feel your walls clench around his member, your were close. you needed your release.

"loki... i'm close." you tried sighing out.

he understood you perfectly. the hand he wasn't using to choke you found its way down between your legs and started playing agressively at your clit.

"let go, baby... let go" he panted.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you let your orgasm take control of your entire body. your legs were shaking, your hips started grinding against loki's, your hands scratched at his back even deeper, your eyes were rolling back inside your head, and your mouth gaped wide open, letting all sorts of cusses fly out of your mouth.

as you rode out your orgasm, you knew loki was close as well. seeing you in this intense state, all because of him, sent him over the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

you started grinding your hips even more agressively, trying to meet his.

"come on, baby..." you whispered in his ear, leaving all sorts of wet kisses and hickey's all over his body.

you ran your finger through his curls, pulling at his hair.

and that's when you knew. you felt his hand grasped at your throat even tighter, making you gasp for air. he stopped moving, buried deep inside of you.

"oh my fu..." he started, moaning loudly.

you had made some research about how it would be like to have someone cum inside of you. you found out most people couldn't feel it. but you did. you felt all of it. you felt a warmth completely invade your insides, it kept coming and coming, just like earlier but this time inside of you.

loki's hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly, but as his orgasm ended, he eventually loosened his grasp.

when he finally stopped coming, as he was still buried inside you, he finally looked up at you and left a wet kiss your lips.

"i love you" he said, out of breath.

"i love you too."

loki looked down and smirked, taking his hand off your throat.

"no... don't say it like that... don't say "too"... it sounds like you're just agreeing with me. say it for real..."

you scoffed a little, thinking his request to be a little ridiculous. but you understood. you ran your fingers through his raven locks, held his head between both your hands, making him look at you.

"i love you, loki... i love you." you said softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

he gave you a wide smile and kissed you once more. he gave you a kiss full of love and passion.

after your kiss, he slowly pulled out of you. you felt so full, a second ago, the absence of his shaft between your legs contrasted so much with the empiness you now felt.

loki bent down again between your thighs to watch his seed run out of you. it felt yet again, never ending, but loki watched attentively.

"what a beautiful sight... may i snap a picture?" he said, jokingly.

"shut up..." you said in the same tone.

he gave you one last lick to your core and licked his lips, not minding his cum, plastered over your folds.

"i'll get a towel..." he said, leaving one last peck on your lips.

"thank you, honey..." you thanked him softly.

as you layed, completely naked on your bed, you thought.

you no longer felt restrained in your own skin, not around him at least. he made you feel seen, loved, desirable. you hated your body a little bit less, now. you might even try eating in front of people! maybe... you and loki didn't just have sex that night. you made love. he didn't just take your virginity, he made you into a better, improved version of yourself.

you were never more in love with him than in that moment.

loki came back with a light pink towel. he rose your hips up in the air and deposited it under you. he used the other end of the towel to wipe his seed off you.

once you were clean, loki got back off the bed and put the towel back in the bathroom.

he joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

you felt so good. better than you had in years. with him. you felt so loved.

you didn't want to move, but you remembered you had to pee after a sexual intercourse... you read it in a blog.

you nudged loki, trying to get off the bed, but loki held you back, making it impossible for you to move.

"don't... even think about it." he said firmly under his breath.

you chuckled.

"i'm gonna get a urinary tract infection... and it's gonna be on you." you said in an accusing manner.

"darling, i'm a god... i have super powers, you're not gonna get a... whatever sort of infection you're talking about."

you scoffed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, sighing heavily.

loki left a loving kiss on the top of your head and held you tighter.

"you're mine... all mine."

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word count: 7395.... comment if you liked it loveys!! what was your favourite part?

[vrabbiit]

✨General Glamrock HCs✨

⭐️Glamrock Freddy⭐️

While he can come across as oblivious, he's actually scarily perceptive of people's emotions. It's part of being the face of the franchise, and probably more of a curse than a blessing; he's programmed to be able to tell when someone's not having fun, or when they are. The problem is, he's usually so focused on that that he forgets he needs to also be aware of what's around him.

Point being, he bumps into things a lot and also comes across as a bit air-headed at times.

Very much a people-pleaser, but don't feel bad! He genuinely likes seeing people he cares about happy, and his love language is acts of service. He's selfless to a fault.

Someone please let this bear have some time to himself.

⛳️Montgomery Gator⛳️

Almost as competitive as Roxanne, although not quite. Has a tendency to rage when he doesn't win at things but has to rein it in around customers on the rare occasion a kid beats him at golf.

Despite seeming intimidating, he actually gives the best hugs if you're upset. Then he'll threaten to beat up whoever or whatever made you upset. And in some cases, he'll do it.

Has a tendency to say things he doesn't mean, especially when he's in a bad mood, and then double down on it because he's stubborn. He'll come around and apologize after some time to cool off, of course - he's just not the most thoughtful in the heat of the moment. Somewhat of the opposite to Freddy in that he doesn't always consider how what he says affects other people until it's too late.

Resents being labeled as needlessly aggressive a lot - while he has a temper, he'd never intentionally hurt someone he cares about. Honestly, he just needs a healthy output for his frustration.

🎹Roxanne Wolf🎹

Has a sibling-like rivalry with Monty. It's an "I can bully you but nobody else can" deal both ways, where they'll bicker for hours, but if anyone says anything to the other they'll defend them with their lives.

Hates small children with a passion. She much prefers dealing with older kids or teens who see her personality as cool instead of stand-offish.

Queen of self-affirmations; some people think she's insecure, but she knows her worth, she just needs to remind herself of it sometimes.

Will gossip with the others to no end - if she hears something in the Pizzaplex, assume the rest of the robots already know about it.

Isn't as self centred as some people assume - the people she cares about are her top priority, and she makes sure other people know it.

🎸Glamrock Chica🎸

Holds the high scores on almost every arcade game in the Pizzaplex. Whereas the others tend to be experts in their own games, Chica spends a lot of time trying to get good at every single other game around.

The bounciest of the band - she's always moving, whether it's walking around with a skip in her step or swaying when she stands. Do not ask her to stay still, she physically can't. Probably always fidgeting.

You know that thing where you're standing around and you idly start dancing to whatever song's in your head at the time? That's her.

Generally just bubbly and sweet, but she needs to be reminded that it's ok to not be ok sometimes.

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🎳Glamrock Bonnie🎳

Very sarcastic, with quite a dry sense of humor. He kind of had the cool older sibling energy that Roxy and Monty have, but with more of an unbothered vibe.

Was the level-headed one of the band before being decommissioned - since he's been gone, there's been a weird sense of unbalance between the others.

Literally unbeatable at bowling. He would score a strike every time and get accused of cheating, but he's really that good.

Actually got on very well with Monty, despite the rumors - he was the one Glamrock besides Roxy that could talk some sense into him, mainly just because he wouldn't sugarcoat anything.

[doevademe]

Whoever came up with the split personalities Percy thing is a genius and so are you 🙌 and I find the idea of tsundere Percy to be just hilarious (can t help but imagine him pretending to not melt inside when Nico s nice to him). But I feel like the OCEAN 5 (pun attended) would feel ashamed for upsetting their Nico and try to redeem themsleves to him, maybe try and go help him with Psyche or actually just holding him from going and worship him like he deserves or an other amazing option of your making? Go crazy?

[The First part was prompted by @heroichalfblood]

"We're the worst," Insecure said thirty minutes later.

They were all in a mix of old camp t-shirts, pajama pants and oversized shirts as they lounged on the couch.

When Nico was mad at him, Percy tended to overcompensate by doing whatever he asked of him, even if Nico wasn't serious about it.

Apparently, that reaction wasn't linked to a particular personality trait, because right before leaving he had told 5 Percys to have a slumber party.

And that was just what they did, with blankets and pillows littered all around the living room.

"Which one of us got the brain?" Emotional asked, he ahd been twitching nervously since Nico slammed the door when he left. "Whoever has it needs to explain to the rest of us how to fix this and make Nico like us again."

"Nico likes us, dumbass," Combative said, crossing his arms. "He's doing something he hates for us. He's just mad at us for... why is he mad again?"

That gave them pause. No one was sure what made Nico so angry to storm off after having been nothing but patient and kind the whole afternoon Percy had been divided.

"Was it that we all tried to claim to be his favorite?" Outgoing asked. "Or because we talked over him?"

"Nico isn't the type of person to get that angry over something so minor," Impulsive said. "He's patient when I jump ahead without thinking..."

"Supportive when I doubt myself..." Insecure added lowly.

"But also fierce when it comes to having my back," Combative said.

"Always willing to listen to others..." Outgoing sighed, lovesick.

"And so full of love and passion!" Emotional gushed.

Yes, just like Nico loved Percy as a whole, so did Percy love all the different aspects of Nico. That was the conclusion they all came to.

But that didn't answer why he was mad at them.

"Wait!" Emotional said suddenly. "I get it now! He's full of passion!"

"Yes, you already said that," Outgoing said, rolling his eyes.

"No, no, you guys don't get it!" Emotional insisted. "My 'thing' is emotion, and I know Nico's all too well! He's not mad at us, he's frustrated!"

"Are we going for a 'not mad just disappointed' thing here?" Insecure asked. "What's the difference?"

"Nico wanted us to love him, together," he said, grinning widely. "And he's frustrated because we fought amongst ourselves instead of realizing that!"

"But we all love him!" Impulsive protested. "We were fighting because we love him."

"Okay, I think I need to be blunt here." Emotional rolled his eyes, still smiling.

"Oh no, I was hoping to give this spiel like 10 more minutes at least!" Combative snarked. Emotional glared at him.

"Okay, just three words: Nico..."

"uh-huh?"

"Is..."

"Yees?"

"Horny."

All the Percys stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking at each other and then at the door, where Nico had left.

"Ohhh!" The other four all said at the same time. Insecure had a shy smile on his face, while the others' expression went from lip biting to lecherous smirks.

"Well, of course he is," Outgoing said, taking off his shirt and showing off his underwear-clad body. "This times five is too much for my darling boyfriend."

"My poor Nico must have been holding it in all day," Emotional continued, happy to see everyone followed him. "And we were so busy arguing we didn't see him."

"Nico does so much for us," Insecure said. "We have to make things right with him!"

"Yeah, a night he won't forget!" Impulsive said decisively.

"Wait!" Combative said. They all turned to him, the exact same look that seemed to spell out 'party pooper'. "I want to make Nico happy as much as you guys but... tag-teaming him means... doing things to each other too..."

Their eyes widened and they all looked at each other before shuddering.

"Yeah, It's not that I think I'm bad looking but..." Outgoing said.

"Then Nico stays frustrated?" Emotional asked, frowning.

"No... we just need to plan this out..."

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Nico sighed as he stared at the object in his hand.

Maybe Aphrodite's trials had messed Psyche up more than any myth dared to reveal, it was the only reason for why the cure was a dog training clicker.

"It makes the listener focus, be one with themselves" she had said. "Make him hear it and, if all parts of him agree, he'll be one again."

Nico opened the door, expecting to see the apartment turned into a war zone.

What greeted him instead was 5 versions of his boyfriend in very little clothing.

Most of them were in their regular underwear, but Outgoing had put on a jockstrap Jason had once given Percy as a joke (and Percy got his revenge by turning it into a sex thing and then telling him), while Insecure was wearing the tight swimming trunks that made Nico feel dumber.

"Uh... hey..." he managed to say.

"Incredible, you were right..." Combative muttered under his breath.

"How did it go, Nico?" Emotional asked, he motioned for the others to move, revealing they had put pillows on the dinner table to make an improvised massage bed.

"Uh... cute... cure! I got the cure from Psyche..." he managed.

"Sorry we made you mad earlier," Insecure said, taking his hand and guiding him to the table.

"I wasn't mad at you," Nico mumbled, staring at insecure's very defined ass. "Just... frustrated..."

A few of the Percys chuckled. Nico's mind was too hazy to discern which.

"You do so much for me Nico," Combative said. He took off his jacket and Insecure let go just in time for him to raise Nico's arms and take off his shirt.

"So let me spoil you back," Outgoing said going straight for his pants.

"If... if you feel like you have to..." Nico said dumbly. All the Percys smirked.

"I love you, Nico," Emotional said as he kissed his collarbone. "that's the one thing we all agree on."

Nico felt his bones turn to jelly as he leaned on Combative, giving Emotional further access.

"Oh!" One of them said, demigod reflexes making him lunge to catch what he dropped in his bliss. His hand closed around it, making a loud 'click'.

"NO!" Nico shouted, but it was too late. The Percys disolved in front of him, leaving only their underwear and the one he was leaning on. "WHY?"

The Fates hated him. The world hated him. And he hated all of them back.

"I'm sorry, Love," Percy said behind him. Nico jutted his lower lip out (no, it wasn't a pout, shut up!). "I know you were looking forward to this."

"It's not fair," he said, trying his best not to sound whiny.

"If it makes you feel any better, we can still have fun tonight." Percy took his hand and turned him around before placing it on his lower abdomen. Nico nodded, but his expression didn't change. "Ugh, I also... may have done a video of two of me making out... In case we—I was cured before you came back."

Nico looked at him, intrigued before he kissed him.

"I have the best boyfriend in the world."

Percy shook his head, a fond smile on his face.

[stressy-enby]

Love Letters

Tenya Iida X Writer!Reader

(This is absolutely a self insert leave me alone)

Requests are open!!

Tenya's morning routine was always the same. He was awoken by his alarm at 6:20 A.M. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he'd get dresses, comb his hair, and go downstairs for breakfast. After he'd eaten, he would brush his teeth, and head to class with his peers.

This system was so ordinary, so methodical, that he almost missed the folded sheet of printer paper on the floor in front of the door.

Probably Mr. Aizawa, he'd thought, stooping to collect the note. His teacher occasionally left notes taped to the class rep's door, asking him to take attendance or start class if Aizawa knew he was going to be late. Still nothing out of the ordinary for Tenya.

When he unfolded the paper, though, he was surprised to see not a message from his teacher, but rather a very sweet note; something that Tenya was not accustomed to getting at all.

I hope it does not alarm you to hear that I adore you. Your unbridled passion for heroics, your eyes; which are oceans of kindness, and your aptitude for helping others. Every little bit of you never once ceases to amaze and enamor me. Though you are a vessel for speed, you choose to walk alongside your friends, instead of tearing off into the future. You build me up and make me feel strong, whether you realize it or not. You make me feel like I'm actually worth something. You keep my head up when I feel as though I'm drowning in a sea of my insecurities.

Perhaps one day I'll have the courage to tell you this in person. For now though, this will suffice.

The letter was not signed off, but rather ended with a red pen sketch of a heart. Tenya's eyes nearly doubled in size. He re read the note several more times to make sure he hadn't imagined the loving words. Who could've possibly written it? He wasn't aware of anyone in his class who harbored these kinds of feelings, much less for him, but he had never been particularly good at reading emotions.

Realizing he was going to be late for breakfast if he dwelled any longer on it, Tenya pocketed the love letter and headed downstairs. The mystery would have to wait until after school. His responsibilities always came first, no matter how often his mind still wandered back to the letter in his pocked, yearning to pull it out and read it yet again, just to make sure he still wasn't dreaming.

. . . 

Whoever had written the note was smart, Tenya realized. They had typed it, leaving no room for the possibility that he could recognize the handwriting. The only part that had been done by hand was that little red heart, but a doodle wasn't nearly enough to tell him who the author was.

He turned instead to analyzing the words themselves.They were well chosen, poetic even. The fifty cent words like "unbridled" and "enamored" led him to believe that the author was an experienced writer, or perhaps simply read a lot.

Yaoyorozu was a good contender, she was an eloquent speaker. Kaminari also read a lot, he was good with literature. And there was Tokoyami, who seemed to speak exclusively in poetry. Tenya jotted down his ideas, crafting a short list of his classmates.

"Oh, (L/N) writes a lot," he mused, adding their name to the list. (L/N) actually made a lot of sense.

Oh, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. Perhaps he only read the love letter in (L/N)'s voice being he wanted it to be them.

...or maybe it actually wasn't a bad idea.

(L/N) was always writing. They viewed it as a privilege, a challenge. They leapt at every creative writing assignment they got in English class, and the few stories they had shared were spectacularly inventive and elegantly crafted.

Tenya halted, scanning the message again. It suddenly seemed more and more likely that (L/N) was in fact the author.

He chewed his lip. It was too easy. Too convenient. Too perfect. How could someone he already cared for so deeply send him something like this? It was too good to be true. Besides, it was only one note. How could be possibly-

"What if they write more?" Tenya suddenly said out loud, his train of thought coming to a screeching halt. "I'd have a better line up to analyze. I could also ask Present Mic for the short stories assignments he's grading so I can pass them back. I could probably be able to look over at least a few of them and see if I recognize the writing."

A man on a mission, Tenya resigned himself to waiting until the next day to see if another note appeared, and to ask Present Mic about the stories.

Too anxious and oddly excited, he hardly got any sleep.

. . . 

Sure enough the next morning, there was a new note. Tenya all but flew out of bed and scrambled to unfold it.

I find myself caught in a storm of uncertainty all too often. I'm tossed from wave to wave in an ocean of fear. You are my rock. You hold me fast and secure in this ever-changing and frightening world. You are safe. You are my home.

You are my everything.

Tenya unconsciously read the letter in (L/N)'s voice again. He felt his heart beat harder at the thought of them penning these beautiful words.

"You don't know that it's them," he scolded himself, unwillingly placing the new note on his desk next to the old one. He tore himself away from them to retreat into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

The new message did offer one new clue already, though. It used the same ocean metaphor as the first one. It was a comparison the author seemed to favor. Maybe he could find it in their other works.

He had to get his hands on those short story assignments before he lost his damn mind.

. . . 

Tenya felt slightly uneasy about telling Present Mic he wanted the stories to pass back, even though he was technically telling the truth. He was eventually going to pass them back. When he was done looking through them.

A lie of omission is still a lie, that annoying voice in his head insisted, but he pretended he couldn't hear it, pushing it down. It wouldn't do any harm, he rationalized. And he had to know.

Tenya flipped through the papers, looking for (L/N)'s first. It was a desperate wish that they were the author of the anonymous notes, but it also seemed to make just enough sense to justify thumbing through their assignment.

There. (L/N) always went above the beyond with creative writing, and the five pages of neatly typed text was a testament to that. It was the longest assignment in the stack by two pages.

Wait.... typed?

It was probably a coincidence. After all, (L/N) hadn't been the only student who'd opted to type their story. Tenya was too convinced already that they had sent him those letters for him to entertain the idea that it was simply just a coincidence.

He skimmed the story quickly before class started. He found himself impressed, not for the first time with (L/N)'s abilities as a writer. Each word was carefully selected to craft perfect sentences and immaculate paragraphs full of feeling and vibrant imagery.

He stopped suddenly a page in as the protagonist compared their anguish to a stormy sea, heavy waves tossing them to and fro.

There it is again.

The sentiments from the letters, which Tenya had all but seared into his brain, echoed that of what he was reading now. The vocabulary, the imagery, the deep feelings evoked by each sentence, and even the fact that it was typed.

It had to be them. It had to be (Y/N). It was just too perfect.

. . . 

(Y/N) sat a few seats ahead and to the right of Tenya, so he spent quite a bit of class time staring unabashedly at the back of their head. They were scribbling madly on a sheet of lined paper. Lecture notes? Short story?.... Love letter?

People often say that opposites attract. Tenya was just realizing how true that was as he sat in class, half listening to the lesson, half watching (Y/N). He was all angles and sternness, whereas they were flexible and soft. Perhaps it didn't always show physically on their features, but in their mannerisms, and even in their writing, they were stunning curves, twists and turns. With them, you didn't always know where you were going, but it was an adventure all the same. They were a warm, comforting feeling. They felt like home.

An idea bloomed in Tenya's mind, a delectably wonderful way for him to show (Y/N) that he reciprocated their feelings. Having a difficult time smothering his smile, Tenya fished through his school bag for a sheet of lined paper.

. . .

You frowned thoughtfully at your paper, lips pursed. You tapped your pencil against your dorm room desk as you considered your next words.

This was the hardest, part, but still the most fun. The first draft. You could change whatever wording or dialogue you wanted while you were typing it up, nut you still needed a good base. You still had to carefully choose every word that you wanted to use to move your audience.

Tenya Iida

You grinned giddily just thinking of him. He had given almost no indication these past two days that he'd gotten your letters, but you could tell. His eyes had darted around, scrutinizing everyone they landed on. It had felt a bit like being dissected when his gaze had fallen upon you.

There's no way he knows, you had reasoned, giving him a tight smile in return. He's just trying to sus me out. For all he knows, it could be literally anyone.

You had ridden that wave of shaky confidence in your anonymity, all the way to that moment, where you turned around in your desk chair, intending to grab your phone, only for your eyes to fall upon a folded up piece of paper next to your door.

You felt an anxious lurch in your gut as you shakily picked it up. "If this is Iida telling me to never speak to him again I'm going to cry."

You unfolded the message, fully expected the worst, and praying to whatever god was or wasn't out there that you were wrong and that Iida wasn't completely creeped out and now hated you.

You remind me of the ocean waves you write about so often. You're a crescendo of carefully chosen words, actions, and kind thoughts. You're soft yet strong, never backing down from a fight or a friend in need. Your determination and drive impress me to no ends, and make me want to impress you as well.

You've cast a spell on me for quite some time now, but your hold over me was only strengthened by the heartfelt messages you sent me. I'm beyond happy that you share my feelings.

The letter wasn't signed, but it was written in what was distinctly Iida's penmanship. He had ended his message the same way you had ended yours; with a hand-drawn heart.

"Oh my god," you whispered, paper crinkling as your grip tightened around it. You read it again. Then again. And then again. "Damnit, he's right. I do use the stormy sea metaphor a lot."

Note still clenched in your hand, you sped-walked to Iida's dorm room, heart thundering in your chest. The thought that Iida; sensible, respectful Iida would have feelings for a disaster like you was a little discombobulating to say the least, so you were determined to hear it straight from the horses mouth.

You rapped on his door, foot tapping impatiently. The few seconds it took for Iida to answer dragged on for what felt like an eternity. When he finally did open the door, a pleasantly surprised look crossed his face upon seeing you.

You held up his note. "Hi. Um, so."

Iida chuckled, cheeks reddening. He gestured you in as he stepped back to his desk, where he produced the letters you had sent. "So."

"Y-you're not messing with me, right?" you asked nervously. "'Cause if you are I'm going to kick you."

"Trust me, everything I wrote is 100% true." He smiled earnestly. "And you...?

"I think those letters are the most honest I've ever been about my feelings ever." you admitted, shifting your weight from foot to foot. A wry smile played on the edges of your lips. "I was drafting you another one, but you just had to go and find me out and ruin it."

"You can still give it to me," Iida said hopefully, palming the back of his neck with his hand, flustered.

You laughed a little, your own cheeks warming up. You twisted the hem of your shirt. "Uh, can I hug you?"

"O-of course!"

You wrapped your arms around Iida's torso, resting your head on his chest, listening to the drumming of his heart. He slowly followed suit, snaking his arms around your shoulders. He let out a contented sigh, relaxing into your touch. He was so warm. He was a cozy fire in the dark of winter, a blissful reprise from a cold and harsh world.

You pursed your lips, stifling a snicker. I've gotta write that down.

[imasimpforshanks]

Hello! For the Alphabet Request, could I get the angst Alphabet with Sanji or the fluff alphabet with Zoro, thank you so much! :)

Angst Alphabet - Sanji

a/n: thank you for requesting! I chose the angst alphabet but I kinda regret it now because omg ANGST IS SO HARD IT HURTS TO THINK ABOUT!!! but anywaysssss I hope you enjoy <3

A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

Easiest answer ever. Yes. Sanji would take all the blame upon himself regardless of it really was his fault or not. Even if he wasn’t present at the time of the accident, he’d still blame himself and say it was his fault for not being there for you or being prepared for anything. He’d never forgive himself.

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

It’s impossible to even imagine this man breaking up with you, ever. Seriously. He’s so passionate, and once he’s in love, he’s in love. There is no going back. BUT, I suppose, on the outrageously slim chance that he did break up with you, he would do it in the kindest way. You wouldn’t even realize you’ve been broken up with.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

If he were to make you cry, it would be entirely accidental. In fact, even then I can only picture Sanji making you cry tears of happiness. If he were to be the cause of your tears (one’s that aren’t tears of joy) he would beat himself up. He can’t stand seeing those he loves cry or upset in any manner.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

Denial would be the first emotion he expresses. It’s not possible, right? You can’t be dead. You’re not dead… because if you really were dead, it means he’s lost the light of his life. He’d be practically inconsolable for a very long time. Nothing would be able to bring back his usual liveliness. Cooking loses its appeal – I mean there’s no point if you won’t be the one enjoying his food. The Straw Hats are unable to do anything to bring back some of that fire. They get so desperate that Zoro even intentionally tries to cause a ruckus, but Sanji doesn’t react at all.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

His insecurities are the one thing he would never dear show to others. Not only would it result in endless remarks from Zoro, but, he doesn’t want to have to deal with the pitiful comments – ‘you’re not useless’, ‘you are wanted and needed here’, ‘we all love you’. Sure, he understands people are just trying to help and be reassuring but it just makes him feel worse. So, instead Sanji deals with this the only way he knows how: bottling it all up and putting on a façade.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

Fighting with you is something he hates doing. He never allows anything to get to that point. Sanji can’t risk losing you over a fight (no matter how big or small). Instead, he will apologize immediately, completely agreeing with everything you are saying. However, if it’s something he feels really strongly about (i.e your safety) he will sit you down and communicate calmly.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

The events of Whole Cake Island continue to eat him up. He knows he did it for the sake of the crew and the safety of the Baratie, but Sanji can’t seem to forget the way he disrespected his captain and hurt the people he loved the most (and the one’s that loved him too). The part that really makes him messes with him is that fact that Luffy forgave him instantly. To be honest, he wasn’t expecting Luffy to stay mad or hold a grudge, because well… that’s just not what he does. Even so, Sanji’s conscience is constantly telling him that he doesn’t deserve to be on the future pirate kings crew despite apologizing and being forgiven.

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

Being away from you for long periods of time is one of the biggest causes of pain in the relationship for Sanji. He misses you like crazy and often finds himself distracted while thinking of you.

During the early stages of a break-up Sanji is likely to be a bit more reserved, choosing to keep to himself a little more. His usual enthusiasm lacks a little bit of oomph. Sometimes, late at night, when everyone else is asleep, he makes his way to the kitchen where he sits in the dark, cigarette in hand and quietly cries to himself.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

He would be FURIOUS. Not at you of course. At whoever the hell thought it was okay to hurt the love of his life. He would be in god mode and rampage to find the son of a bitch that would ever dear to lay a hand on his partner.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

Death glares are a staple in the Sanji jealousy inventory. He’ll glare at anyone who seems to be taking too much of your attention. He also becomes a lot more clingy, using any and every excuse possible to be near you at all times. It can become a bit much at times, so if you tell him to reign it in a little, he’ll try his best.

There is one person that he refuses to let you spend any time with. Unsurprisingly, that is Zoro. He gets extremely jealous if you pay even the most minimal amount of attention to Zoro mumbling lots of “Stupid mosshead, why the hell are you spending time with him anyway?”

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Something deep inside me wants to say yes. But, he is far too kind-hearted to take away someone’s life. It is a possibility though, if the other person was to kill his s/o, or anyone else on the crew. However, for the most part, Sanji would just beat the person/people black and blue until they can’t walk, talk, or eat anymore. Basically, he won’t kill them, but they would wish they were dead after he’s finished with them.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

When he was a child, he lost his mother. She was the only person in his family that truly loved and cared for him (okay his sister did too, to an extent). His mother believed in his dreams and passions. She treated Sanji like a true human being. Losing her was devasting and made him feel more alone than he had ever felt before.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

It’s very rare for Sanji to ever make any kind of mistake with you. He remembers every date, anniversary, achievement and milestone regardless of its importance. He doesn’t speak rudely to you, lash out at you or direct any sort of violence towards you.

So, the worst thing he’s probably done is accuse you of liking Zoro more than you liked him, because you would train and workout with him. It wasn’t that it was a serious or harsh accusation, it was just that this was a conversation the two of you have had time and time again.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?

Sanji occasionally finds himself waking up in a sweat, breathing heavily. He doesn’t have nightmares too often, but when he does, they are horrifyingly vivid. It’s as if he is a starving boy again fighting for his life. OR it’s as if he’s that lonely good-for-nothing screw up of a child, locked away in a cell. It’s frightening just how realistic these nightmares feel and to bring himself back to reality all he does is find you. He needs to hold you, look at you, smell your scent, hear your quiet snores… anything. You are his safe place, a sign that everything is alright.

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

He wouldn’t get mad at you. It’s extremely unlikely (though not impossible). The only possible instances that could happen is if you were to disrespect his passion and talent for food. But lets be real… why on earth would you even do that in the first place.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

Whole Cake Island was a real game changer. So much was revealed about Sanji that he never wanted anyone to know. He was terrified you would think differently of him knowing that he was a ‘failure’ (note: you didn’t think of him differently at all). However, the part that really put a strain on your relationship was how you thought he had betrayed not only yourself, but the crew too. It really was a whole rollercoaster of emotions, but in the end the two of you were able to work through it, coming out stronger.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

This man is quick to anger. Even though his reactions are usually harmless, what’s to stop him from one day completely just blowing up and doing, or saying, something to hurt those he cares about.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

Of course, he would be upset if you rejected his confession, because a beautiful individual has just turned him down, but honestly, he’d just continue treating you as he always. has

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

There are definitely no scars - battle-related or self-inflicted - on his body (that we know of). However, mental scars are a different story. He has plenty of those from his childhood, as do a large proportion of one piece characters.

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

Never in his life would Sanji do something to break your trust. The closest it came was the incident on Zou and Whole Cake Island, it certainly looked as if he had betrayed you and broken your trust entirely, only for you to find out it was the complete opposite.

Many people think Sanji is the type of individual to cheat in a relationship. While I can see where they are coming from with this opinion, I strongly disagree. This may be an unpopular opinion, I’m not too sure, but, Sanji would never be disloyal in a relationship. Treating women properly is such a big part of his personality to the point where it is practically embedded into his muscle memory – he acts on instinct. So of course there will be times where he’s paying a little extra attention to some lady but there is no ulterior meaning to his actions – its simply his firm belief that all women deserve to be treated and doted on as the queens they are. Additionally, during the Dressrosa arc Sanji truly believed he was in a ‘relationship’ with Viola and as soon as he knew that he was trying his absolute hardest to pay attention to Viola and only Viola. His mind did wonder off to Nami and Robin but he would scold himself for that (and feel free to correct me on this if im remembering incorrectly – it’s honestly quite possible that I’ve made this up entirely LMAO it’s been a while since I’ve read and watched the dressrosa arc).

So, let me sum up again: No. Sanji has never done anything that has broken your trust.

(my apologies I really went off for a second there I’m SO sorry).

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

Oh boy, he’s practically incapable of going five minutes without seeing you. He misses you so much it’s crazy. Your presence is so soothing for him, so he gets really antsy and anxious in your absence.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

I seriously can’t see him lashing out at you at all. He would never physically lash out at you but, there may possibly be potential for him to say something harsh in the heat of the moment. It literally wouldn’t even be because of anything you’d done in particular. It’d just be a build-up of things and then you happen to be the closest person and the next person to say something, and it tips him over the edge, so he snaps. He apologizes as soon as the words leave his mouth.

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Sanji hates, and I mean hates being unable to help those that he cares about. It’s one of the few things that makes him feel weak. He has a kind heart and is always wanting to protect those he loves, so he does everything in his power to be ready to move in an instant. He remains aware of his surroundings, and is always on guard so that he can defend and strike when the situation calls for it.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

The most obvious object of Sanji’s hatred is Zoro, however, I wouldn’t say it’s hatred. It’s a classic rivalry that is thankfully not rooted in any true ill will.

One other thing Sanji has absolutely no tolerance for is the inappropriate or rude treatment towards women, and food. On many occasions Sanji has actually physically and verbally fought others over their treatment of women and food.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

I know this is meant to be serious and super angsty but, my mind automatically went to the clear-clear devil fruit LMAO. Its canon that the clear-clear fruit is something Sanji wants but can’t have because it’s currently in use by another person. (to make up for this not angsty idea I’ll do another one).

Growing up all Sanji ever wanted was a family that loves him and treats him kindly. Sure, he had his mother (before she passed away), and to an extent he had his sister, but he never truly experienced a loving family growing up. However, the moment he met Zeff & the Baratie gang and then the Straw Hat Pirates he learnt something important: Family isn’t always blood.

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

He tears up. A lot. He’s so conflicted between wanting to spend your final moments with you but also not being able to handle that pain. Ultimately, he decides to endure, holding your hand tightly and whispering everything he’s ever wanted to say - all his dreams about your future together and how he saw that playing out etc.

[malfoysstilinski]

A-Z Fluff | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

At first, Draco hated the way you stood up to him since he liked to feel in control of everything and everybody, but it quickly became one of his favourite things about you. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

 Draco didn’t grow up in the most loving or accepting of households so he’s worried he won’t be a good father. However, he knows that one day he wants to learn how to be one with you. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Draco loves to hold you close to his chest. He loves to wrap his arms around your frame and tug you as close as possible, your face nuzzling into his neck where you can smell his cologne and he can stroke his fingers through your hair or trace patterns down your back, sure that you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Draco would be the best date planner, though he would never admit it. He’d try and do something with you every weekend at Hogsmeade, but also, every once in a while he would set up picnics or show you his favourite quiet spots. You spent most Friday evenings at the Astronomy Tower. He loved to make you blush and spoil you with dates. Also there would be a lot of study dates in the library, tucked away from everybody else. 

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g my life, my world...)

When Draco said you were his everything he meant it. After falling in love with you, he wasn’t sure how he’d lived comfortably before. He was sure that if he were to ever lose you then that would be it-- nothing would matter anymore. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) 

Draco knew he had fallen in love with you when he took you to the Yule Ball and you’d ended up dancing with each other even when the band had packed up and left. Looking down at you in his arms, Draco realised that he wouldn’t do this for anybody else-- it must be love. 

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) 

Draco would be surprisingly gentle when it was just the two of you. He didn’t have to live up to any expectations. He treated you like a princess, never grabbing you too hard or raising his voice at you. Draco would always deny it, but he was a softie for you. 

H = Hand/hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?) 

Draco likes to hold your hand wherever you are. It’s a subtle reminder to others that the two of you are together and he loves to feel close to you all the time. His lanky fingers would intertwine with yours and he’d offer reassuring squeezes whenever necessary, or if you had zoned out. 

I = Impressions (First impressions) 

It was on the train to Hogwarts during your first year. Draco looks down at everybody, but when he first met you he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was bitter towards you at first because of it-- a typical eleven year old. 

J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Not really. Draco was never one to partake in pranks himself, growing up being told off for such things. He’d rather use his words on anybody else. However, when you did a prank on him, at first he’d be startled, but he’d quickly laugh and scoop you up into a hug, shaking his head in amusement-- so long as the pranks never went too far. 

K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Draco is a slow, passionate kisser. He likes to keep a hand on your neck or cup the back of your head, bringing you close and reminding you you’re his. Depending on the mood, his kisses could be rougher and unapologetic, but in public, he sticks to a kiss on the forehead or the cheek. 

L = Little things (What little things do they notice/love?)

Draco notices that you like to fiddle with the Slytherin ring on his finger. He pretends not to notice as he sits and talks with his friends and he puts his hand on your lap more often, silently encouraging you to do so. When he feels it slip off his finger, he’ll turn and watch you experiment with the ring on your own finger for a few seconds before placing it back and fiddling again. He loves it. 

M = Memory (Their favourite memory together)

Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you is during your sixth year. He’d been stressed about Dumbledore and fixing the cabinet, without telling you. You’d dragged him to Hogsmeade and the two of you drank Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. He was still feeling quite low as you left, but you’d hurtled a snowball at his back, starting a snowball fight that meant he felt like a child again for a little bit. It had ended with you tackling him into the snow, lips pressed together and giggling. That memory was one of the only ones that made him smile when he thought back on his sixth year at Hogwarts. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Draco spoilt you all the time. No matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to, it was one of the only ways he knew how to show affection. Slowly he learnt that you appreciated just being with him more than you did the expensive gifts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to treat you to whatever your eyes may wander towards at Hogsmeade every now and then. 

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Your house colour. When he sees it he thinks of you in your robes and tie and can’t help but smile a little. 

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling. Draco likes how sweet it is and he can call you it in front of your friends without it being too intimate. 

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Draco would never admit it but he’s quite an insecure person, especially about you finding somebody better than him and leaving him. He’ll always ask if he did something wrong if you’re upset one day, even when it has nothing to do with him. 

R= Remember (Their favorite memory of each other.)

His favourite memory of you is when you took him to your home for a few days over the summer holidays. He loved watching your face light up as you showed him around your bedroom, picking up your belongings and telling him the stories behind them. He learnt so much about you that day. 

S= Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

Draco doesn’t like to admit when he’s sad. He’ll distance himself for a little bit before he feels like he can come back to you and you hold him instead of him holding you, running your fingers through his hair. When you’re sad, Draco is quick to do the same for you, wrapping you in hugs and offering to hex whoever made you so upset. 

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

The future. Draco tries to be realistic about the future, but he can’t help but love the way you often describe an even better one. He lays awake at night and thinks about your conversations, wishing that one day they’d come true. 

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

You were his lighthouse. You guided him home and gave him light where he felt there was only danger and darkness. He needed you more than anything. 

V= Very (___ their thoughts about each other. (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying. etc.)

Draco thought you were very passionate. He hated when someone put you down for speaking excitedly about something--  in fact, nothing made him angrier. 

W= Why (Reasons why they love each other.)

You gave Draco a choice and made him feel like he had somebody on his side unconditionally. 

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

As the world caves in-- Matt Maltese 

Y= You (The ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese.))

You’re the words to his story. You made him a better person. 

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

You would plead for a dog and Draco would, of course, give in and get you one. He would fall in love with the dog too after a while 

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I Can Keep A Secret. - 4 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: In a jealous rage, Steve accidentally says something he doesn’t mean as he discovers something personal about the reader. 

Warnings: no Clark in this chapter, slight fingering (18+ Minors DNI), nudity but not really, lots of cussing, angsty, make-out scene, shitty writing (it’s been a while i’m sorry!), AGE GAP (reader is stated to be 21 but age is just a number. call her wtv age you want). 

Word Count: ~2.7k 

again... i apologize this sucks. i haven’t written anything since like august. 

Buy me a Ko-Fi (not necessary but i’m broke, yo) 

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Steve never considered himself a jealous man. When he was involved with Sharon Carter, he never paid any mind to the revolving door of “friends” she entertained. Truthfully, throughout the numerous relationships he’s had in his life, Steve Rogers had never been the one to be jealous.

How could he?

Steve didn’t think he was an egomaniac nor narcissistic – not in the way that Tony Stark was, at least. But he knew he was charming. He knew he was wealthy – the black cards in his Burberry wallet reminded him of that. He knew he was handsome. He knew his worth – hell, even Forbes did.

His thoughts had never been infiltrated by the ugly, green rage monster that filled his head with insecurities. That is… Until the headlines and photographs of (Y/N) Barnes’s dinner date with “America’s richest and handsomest” bachelor, Clark Kent, had made its rounds.

It was a form of self-torture as he scrolled furiously through the many posts about the two.

Dynasties Colliding!

Clark Kent off the Market?

Everything you need to know about (Y/N) Barnes, Clark Kent’s new girlfriend.

He clicked his tongue in disgust at that last article as he skimmed through it. It was obvious that the writer had a biased opinion – one so clearly against (Y/N) – as it pointed out her “college dropout” status and her “naivete” to be involved with a man ten years her senior.

He scoffed… If only they knew.

Though, Steve couldn’t help but compare himself to the younger man. Sure, Clark was richer than he was with a booming business and a company created generations before Steve was even born. His net worth pushed him much higher than Steve and Bucky on the Forbes’s listings. But surely, he didn’t have the same chemistry as he and (Y/N) did… Surely.

As if to mock him, a photo of Clark kissing her knuckles appeared on his monitor. He glared at it, fuming with hot jealousy. He hated that feeling bubbling inside as he stared at her flustered face digitally immortalized by paparazzi and fan photos.

His phone buzzed to life as the screen displayed her name… And he did what he had been doing for the past few days following the polo match, he sent it straight to voicemail, spiteful that she even entertained Clark’s request to go on a date.

Had he misread the signs? Had there been any signs to begin with? Had she played him? Was he just her happy distraction until she could find her bearings in New York?

A sharp knock interrupted him from his thoughts as Bucky’s broad shoulders filled his open office door. He had a wide smile on his face as he entered the room, closing the door.

“You read the gossip?” Bucky chuckled. A sly smirk on his face as he sat himself in the seat across Steve’s desk. Steve quickly clicked out of his tabs and raised his brows at Bucky. “With (Y/N) getting Clark interested, other investors are looking at us, too. It’s great.”

“So, you’re really using your daughter to lure business opportunities?” Steve snorted. Considering how enchanting she was, it wasn’t a terrible strategy. If Steve hadn’t gotten so attached so quickly, he’d even advise Bucky to have her stalk the airport terminals, too.

“It’s working, man. He’s interested in the company. He wants a tour. He’s talking big money. We can scrap any deals with Stark. He’s our top priority now.”

“Buck,” Steve laughed so dryly it became a scoff. “He’s not interested in the company. He’s clearly interested in her – and only her. As soon as you give the green light and she rips the cord with him, he’s gonna back out. He’s got the lawyers to make sure that any contract he signs will get voided, too.”

His tone had been hopeful although Bucky didn’t pick up on it. Bucky had just waved it off as Steve being cautious – not Steve hoping that his daughter would dump Clark and focus all her attention back on him.

“No, no.” Bucky shook his head, waving his hand, too. “She’s equally into him. Piqued her interest more than Peter did, for sure.” Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes, knowing damn well that she was never interested in the Stark boy. “He dropped her off and she was blushing like crazy. Ran to her room and practically screamed her head off with that Wanda girl on the phone.”

Steve pressed his lips into a straight line. He didn’t trust himself enough to respond, knowing any sarcastic remark would land him in the hot seat, with Bucky asking questions he wasn’t ready to answer… or rather, didn’t have the answers to.

“Besides… y’know one contract that’s incredibly difficult to get out of?” Steve hummed. “A marriage.”

Steve choked. “Marriage? Buck, c’mon, she’s twenty-one.” Bucky nodded, taking his daughter’s age into consideration. “Marriages are definitely the easiest to get out of. Must I remind you the reason why you haven’t seen her since she was a baby?”

“Hey!”

“Besides, isn’t he too old for her?” Steve internally cringed. Suddenly, wishing he could take it back, afraid of what Bucky would say. Like you aren’t thirty-nine, dumbass?

“He’s thirty-three. She’s twenty-one. She can date whoever she wants. She’s an adult.”

“That’s dangerously permissive.” Stop talking.

“Why’re you acting like her father, Steve?” Bucky asked, raising his brows inquisitively.

“I’m just saying, Clark’s closer in age with us than with (Y/N).” Steve shrugged. “I’m just looking out for her.”

I just want her to myself.

“Well, since you’re oh-so invested in looking out for her, I’m gonna need a favor.”

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Out of the many things to do on a Friday night in the big city, Steve found himself walking through the threshold of the Barnes’s penthouse. He silent cursed at Bucky, who asked him to look after his daughter for the weekend. The same daughter he had been avoiding for the past week, blowing off her calls and leaving her texts unread.

Steve found Bucky’s favor to be a direct contradiction to the statement he made prior. She’s twenty-one. She’s an adult. An adult who needed another adult’s supervision as it seemed.

However, Steve understood. She was relatively new to the city, only being here for a little over a month and a half, and known for her reckless behavior back in Los Angeles – the reason why she was in New York to begin with. Although Bucky didn’t quite keep her on a tight leash, he kept on a leash, nevertheless.

Bucky had already left that afternoon, leaving the penthouse somewhat quiet save for the music coming from the hallway that led into (Y/N)’s bedroom. He cracked a smile as he approached the hall. He could hear her obnoxiously singing along to the provocative lyrics of that one song – WAP, was it?

His hand absentmindedly found its way to her doorknob, twisting the metal and pushing the door open. She shrieked as her phone fell from her hands with a thud against the floor. She scrambled for her towel that lay haphazardly on her bed, messily wrapping it around her naked body.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” She screamed over the music. 

Steve stared at her with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. Her hair was still damp, knotting and begging to be combed out. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. The towel did little to hide her from his hungry eyes as he fought to keep his stare at her face and only her face. She called for the Alexa to stop playing the music before running a hand through her knotted hair. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Your – your dad asked me to – uh – “he was losing the battle as his eyes gave her a look over, feeling the heat rise to his face. It was not the only thing that has risen. He tore his stare away from her, scanning the room instead. “He asked me to watch over you.” Steve explained, finally finding the words.

“Like a babysitter?” She scoffed. She had been itching to see Steve, hating him just a bit for ghosting her, but looking like that? She was willing to forgive.

“Yeah…” Steve nodded.

“Well,” she smirked playfully, “since you’re baby-sitting… Why don’t you let your baby sit on your lap, huh, daddy?” She batted her lashes at him, and he instantly melted, forgetting his jealousy and spite for just a second. She reached out for him and had him sit at the edge of her bed, straddling his thick thighs. “Excited to see me?”

His resolve and pent-up angst disappeared. “You’re damn right.” Steve muttered, hand fisting her knotted hair and smashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was every bit hungry and desperate as it was passionate – like two star crossed lovers finally catching a moment alone.

She moaned into his mouth as his free hand slipped beneath her towel, which was loosening as she grinded against his strained pants. His fingers explored her slit, fumbling as he tried to find her bundle of nerves.

“I missed you,” she gasped as he found it within seconds, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

His lips left a trail of kisses along her jaw and sucked the sensitive skin under her ear, eliciting long moan from her as he played with her, relishing in her responsiveness. He felt her juices coat his fingers as he teased her hole, but the moment suddenly cut short when her phone dinged.

Once. And then a second, then a third.

She looked over her shoulder and glanced down at the screen. Steve pinched her, causing her to gasp again. “Don’t.” He warned her, his voice a deep growl.

It dinged again. “I’m gonna silent it,” she promised, pecking his lips as she hopped off his lap. “Oh,” she frowned. She ran a hand through her knotted hair before glancing at him, then typing.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked her as he stood from her bed and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her into him.

“I… Uh… Clark wants to hang out again.” She told him.

Steve rolled his eyes though she didn’t see. “Blow him off.” He told her, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders, leading back up to that sweet spot beneath her ear. Her eyes rolled back before she pushed away from him. “We haven’t seen each other in days – “

“Because someone kept sending me to voicemail,” she rebutted. “I-I have to go see him, Steve. If my dad found out – “

“Then tell him you’re not into him.” Steve insisted. She remained silent as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Steve frowned. “Wait, are you – are you into him?”

“I dunno…”

“You don’t know?” He asked her. “If you’re into him, the hell are you sitting on top of me naked for?”

“Steve – “

“God, it’s like you like making yourself easy to guys.” The envy – the green, little monster that tore at his ego and his heart – suddenly rose. No thoughts were running through his head – just angry words from his mouth.

“Excuse me?” An enraged look splayed across her face. Brows furrowed and arms crossed defensively.

“Well, considering you sold pictures of yourself to total strangers – “he stopped himself before the rest of the sentence. The self-control had finally resurfaced, but the damage had been done as fury in her features mellowed and turned into hurt.

“Is that… Is that what you think of me?” She asked him, willing her voice not to crack but the tears had already begun to form. She furiously blinked them away before huffing. “Well, it doesn’t matter what you think anyway ‘cause I’m not with you.”

“And what you’re with Clark Kent?” He seethed his name.

“At least he doesn’t call me easy.”

Steve chuckled, dryly. “Bar’s set low then, huh? Says the girl who sucked me off on the airplane when we knew each other less than two hours. Wonder the things you’d do for him.” It was spite. His words were pure spite and jealousy. They held no meaning but they sure had weight. 

“What’s your problem?” She snapped. “Damn it, Steve! I like you. I really do, genuinely, but y’know it fucking sucks when the guy you like suddenly ghosts you.”

“And it fucking sucks when the girl you’re actually interested in goes on a date with some hot shot, pretty, rich boy. Probably fucks him in the back of his limo, too.”

She stomped over to Steve, shoving him with one hand while the other kept her towel from slipping off. “Get. Out!”

“No, no,” Steve argued, grabbing her arm easily overpowering her to stop pushing him. “You’re gonna answer.” She raised her brows at him. “Are you fucking him in the back of his limo? Are you that easy?”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at him in disbelief. “You’re not my dad, so that’s none of your concern.” She began to push him towards her door, and he let her this time. “And…” Her fingers tapped against the wooden door as she stared back at him. 

“It’s none of your business, but for your information, I’m a virgin.” She clicked her tongue as a smirk splayed across her face. “Won’t be for long, though. ‘Cause Mr. Kent is inviting back to one of his many lavish, expensive homes in New York.”

And with that she slammed the door shut, locking it with the new lock her father had installed.

»————-　♡　————-««

“(Y/N)…” He called out to her, knocking on her door. “C’mon, sweetheart.” It had been half an hour since their fight, and she had yet to come out of her room.

“Go away!” She called out from the other side of the wooden pane as if she were a child.

“I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean it. I was just jealous – “

“I don’t care, Steve!”

He sighed. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go out for dinner, yeah? Just me and you. Whatever you want. You wanna embarrass me by making me use chopsticks? Let’s go. You wanna hit me with a bottle of champagne? Take your pick. I’m down.”

“Fuck off, asshole!”

You deserve that. He agreed.

Steve suddenly heard a click of the lock before she pulled the door open, pushing past him and he let her. She had a duffle in one hand and her phone in the other, typing away. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you,” she spat. She didn’t even spare him a second look.

“You going with Clark?”

“None of your business, dick.”

He called her full name and she stopped in her tracks, spinning on her heel to look at him with her brows raised. Steve had his hands on his hips as he stared at the floor before looking down at her. “You are not leaving and that’s final.”

“Oh, yeah?” She challenged, taking a step towards him. Her heel clicking against the ground. She crossed her arms across her chest as she tilted her head. “And what? You’re gonna stop me?”

“Don’t make me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” she smirked. “Take it up with my dad… because unlike you, he actually approves of my blossoming relationship with Clark Kent. I swear he’s already planning the wedding … while I, on the other hand, all I care about is the honeymoon… And I think we’re gonna get a head start to it, actually.”

Steve took a step towards her as she took a step back. “Stop being a little brat and just – “

“No, Steve,” she corrected. “I’m being easy. And you’re completely right… Sometimes being easy is just fun.”

He grabbed her arm before she could turn around and pulled her towards him. She bit her lip as she stared up at him with faux innocence. Her lips glistened with whatever gloss it was she used to make her lips plump as she challenged every bit of authority Steve had.

He wanted nothing more than to kiss that bratty attitude right out of her. He leaned in as her eyes fluttered close and he knew he had her. Then, suddenly, the elevator doors dinged and opened, ruining the moment. Both their heads snapped towards the guest.

“What the hell?” 

[lottiebagley]

Anyone else- Draco Malfoy

The girl felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she trudges up the stairs to the boys dorm. It's only her fifth year at Hogwarts. She's only 15 and yet here she is. The news her pure blood parents had sent so excitedly in a letter ripping her from her innocent youth. Her childlike crush on her best friend.

She flings the door open revealing the boy she so desperately needed in that moment. He's sat on his bed talking happily to Zabini.

His eyes widen in concern when he sees the girl he believes is the love of his life stood in the doorway. She looks like she wants nothing more than to break down in sobs, but that she would kill someone whilst in her low. She looked beautiful.

"Sorry, y/s/n, don't think Umbridge would want you up here. I doubt you'll be staying distanced," Zabini teases. He's friends with her of course but he can't read the broken look in her eyes like Draco can. Can't tell she is on the edge and in no mood for his playful manner.

"Doesn't stop you and Parkinson," she snaps, he lets out a low bitter chuckle, opening his mouth to retort

"Give us some space," Draco's voice commands. Zabini looks at the blonde boy who seems to not care in the slightest, his attention solely on the girl in front of him. He scoffs before pushing past her on his way out.

The minute the room is empty aside from them she shuts the door, locking it with a spell. She's pacing. Has been for five minutes. He lets her. Knows she will talk when she's ready. That she just needs to wrap her head around whatever she wants to say.

He lounges on his bed, trying his hardest to look relaxed, not let her know how stressed he is, how ready he is to kill whoever is making her feel like this. He does an awful job of hiding it. Well. A good job to anyone else but not her. She can read the way his eyes are following her closely, fingers fidgeting as he reminds himself not to reach out for hers.

She comes to a stop in front of him. Turning to face the boy she is crushing on so desperately

"My parents are the fucking worst," she declares. He sighs, knowing the feeling, he grabs her hand pulling her to lay next to him. Tucked in his arm with her head on his chest.

One hand strokes her back gently and the other plays with her fingers where their hands are interlocked on his abdomen. He thanks the lord in that moment that he has someone he can be so soft, so gentle with. She thanks the lord he is prepared to be so open with her.

The public displays of his care for her are few and far between. In the common room he allows her to lean on his shoulder if she's tired. If she's upset throughout the day he will give her quick hugs or squeezes her hand. Sometimes in classes or the library when they sit alone together tucked away in a corner he will link their pinkies or hold her hand stroking the back of it with his thumb. He's protective always but the soft side of him is only truly revealed when it's just them. She's doesn't mind.

"What've they done?" He questions lightly

"You have to promise you won't laugh," she mutters. He smirks at that, what embarrassing secret is he about to discover?

"I swear to you darling," he assures her.

"They- well- I- Merlin I can't say it. Just- well just read this," she stutters out, he's even more concerned now. She's never not been able to tell him something.

He takes the letter she pulls from her pocket scanning it until he sees the section that shocks him

My darling daughter, I have news. It's news your father and I hope you will receive with joy. We have picked your husband. The engagement obviously won't occur until after you graduate. The wedding after of course but we have chosen.

Draco feels like his world had crumbled around him. He has never made a move on his best friend, too scared to be rejected by the person he wants the most. The only person he could ever want. He has always kind of assumed their parents would wed them. His mother loved her and her parents seemed to like him. They were both pure bloods. Slytherins. They were already close. Their parents respected each other and got on. It seemed like a perfect match. He always thought he never had to act on his feelings and that it would all just fall into place.

"Have you got to that part about my dream future yet?" She requests. He shakes his head eyes back on the letter.

He's a pure boy. Older, already 18, he attends Drumstrang but grew up near Wiltshire. Narcissa put me in touch with his family after I met him at the party at the Malfoy manor last week, it's a pity you and Draco didn't make the trip as I'm sure you would have got on well with the suitor. He's handsome of course and from a respected family. His family are well off, more so than most others in our community. You won't have to work a day in your life sweetie, just you and him and children living in a bubble of bliss.

He puts the letter down. "That is- fuck- why did you think I would laugh?" He questions, she sits up straight on his bed turning to face him as he does the same.

"I don't know. The thought of me a bride I guess," she shrugs. He hates that he can hear her insecurity.

"Hey, hey. You'll be a beautiful bride. He's lucky," he assures her

"I just can't believe they'd do this Dray. I mean, I knew one day, but I'm 15," she half cries half shouts

"It's ridiculous. These decisions shouldn't be happening yet," he comforts

"I just- I mean- she said it all like i would be so happy. I want to fall in love for real," she complains. It's true although she doesn't need to do anymore falling. Looking at the boy in front of her she knows she is in love already.

"Maybe you will love him,"

"No. No I won't," she whispers "I can't," she adds. He sighs pulling her into a hug. He wants to scream. Wants to cry. Wants to punch the wall. Wants to kiss her and hide her from them and keep her to himself forever. He can't. He has to accept his own mother sent the girl he loved into another mans arms.

"They want me to do nothing my whole life," she whispers.

"Hey that doesn't have to happen," he reassures.

"If I tell you something promise you won't get all freaked out and push me away or find it weird," she demands, he can hear the fear in her voice

"I promise,"

"I always kinda thought it would be us. I mean our parents love each other and my mum is so obsessed with you. She told me what pretty kids we would have when you visited over Christmas. I just, well, i thought it would be us," she won't look at him. Can't. He hates that she's shy in front of him. Reaching out a hands to move her face, forcing her to look at him

"I did too," he smiles gently. A tear falls from her eye and he brushes it away. He can't help but wonder if she's crying over the love they could have shared.

"I would have been a terrible husband," he attempts to joke.

"I would rather live in the woods with you than a mansion with some boy I don't even know," she whispers

"You know I would pick you right?" He asks gently

"And I would pick you. I mean- we are both pure bloods- us being together is a good match. You would think we would get some say. Get to pick from our suitors," she groans

"You would. But it's not how arranged marriages work," he sighs. It hurts even more knowing she would choose him back.

"But if it was you- it- I-"

"You can tell me anything darling," he reassures, sensing her hesitation. Grabbing her hands and squeezing them.

"If it was you it wouldn't be a loveless marriage," she sighs

"Well of course not. You're my best friend. Obviously we love each other," he grins but his heart breaks. He wishes she meant it in the way he does, that she knew how he felt. How could he tell her now? Now that her husband had been chosen and it wasn't him? Now that she was so stressed how could he add unrequited feelings to her mess?

"No. I mean. I'm in love with you Draco," his world stops at her voice. Was his mind just playing a cruel trick or was this real? Did she want him just as much?

He blinks rapidly. Before grabbing her face and pulling her towards him. His lips on hers in a passionate and intense kiss. A kiss that's been brewing for years.

"You don't have to worry about a thing. If you want to pick me then you and I will be married one day. I'll see too it," he assures her in a whisper. She can't help the grin.

"Good because i would never pick anyone else," she smiles, he can feel the smile when her lips press back to his.

**

Masterlist

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️