#but yeah!! when people praise you but it doesn't touch you and you're just fuckin sad and miserable!! yeah!! fuck yeah skeleton man!!

[hood-ex]

No you don't understand. Jack Skellington wrapped his bony hands around my heart with these parts of his lament:

Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing

~.~

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears

[lxnarphase]

want me to give you another one? ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...ft : gojo satoru + geto suguru + fushiguro toji + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : breeding kink, praise kink, spit kink, reader gets called 'mommy', dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, satoru goes insane from pussy, suguru wants a girl this time, toji being in love with his wife, sukuna doesn't like when people insult his soon-to-be-wife, sukuna is dating single mom!reader

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i really wanted to do the 'our baby is so cute, i want another one' 'yeah? you want me to give you another baby?' trope so here we are ❤︎ i couldn't think if i wanted to do others but if you'd like more please let me know ! ❤︎ also, the toji one ? is actually a sneak peek of a longer fic i'm working on ehehe

✧ g. satoru : it starts off with you nuzzling in satoru's arms as he watches tv. satoru notices that you began to get clingier after you put your baby girl to bed. every night, you would press against him as if you wanted to merge with him and he couldn't help but tease you about it. so when he feels you nipping his neck and your hand running under his shirt? when he hears you oh-so sweetly whisper, "don't you want to give me another baby, satoru?" into his ear? he's eagerly nodding, ready to do whatever the mother of his first baby wants. but instead of letting him on top...you climb over him and that look in your eye tells him everything he needs to know : he's fucked.

"baby, baby, baby, please," satoru whines, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. he feels like he has no control of his hips, he's so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking up into you. not when you're like this, practically buzzing with need and crazed energy. "c'mon, s'toruuuu," you purr, hands splayed out on his chest. "cum f' me again? please, honey, you only came once, 's not enough." the room is hot, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat. how long have you both been going? he didn't remember, he lost count of how many times his hips desperately pressed up, shooting his hot load into your wet, needy pussy. but you just wouldn't stop. not that he minded, but fuck, you were making him so brainless. he can feel his thick cum gushing out of you each time you lift your hips, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the mattress. "h-hah, it's so fucking messy," he groans, unable to stop himself from cumming again. "f-fuck me, baby, t-there's so much cum, y'r pussy is so fuckin' sloppy." you just won't stop milking him, your soft and wet walls massaging him as you moan just from the feeling of being filled up again. god, you were making him insane, what got into you— his eyes snapped up to you when he felt the wet drop of one of your tears on his chest. those pretty lashes of yours were getting wet with tears as he felt your thighs starting to shake, a weak moan leaving you. "c-can't," comes a pathetic sob, your hips desperately grinding down on his cock, moaning when you feel it throb. "c-can't stop, 'toru, 's not enough, i need it, n-need it so bad!" when you finally look at him and make eye contact, he feels like he's been shocked because you look a mess... "give me another baby, 'toru, i want another one, gimme another one, please—!" with no hesitation, his feet are planted into the mattress and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt, feeling himself cum just from the wail you let out into his ear. but he doesn't stop, he can't stop, not when his wife, his honey, his baby needs him to knock her up again so badly. "'m gonna give you whatever you want," he pants, his skin feeling like he was touching a live wire. "give it t'you 'til 'm empty, baby, gonna fuck you good, make sure it sticks, just like you, f-fuck, like y'want, yeah?" he feels you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "y-yeah, you want that, you fuckin' want that, s-s'just take it, baby, let me give you another fuckin' baby."

✧ g. suguru : your son had just turned one so you and suguru let his nieces, nanako and mimiko, come over to have a little celebration. seeing the way you cared for the twins and your baby boy the entire day made him think. his son was still a baby and had a lot of growing, but he knew the kid would look just like him with a few of your features. he's always wanted a girl, and helping his sister take care of the twins as they grew up only made the desire stronger. the two of you mentioned having another baby at some point, but the rest of the week, all he could think about was trying to get you pregnant again, maybe give you a girl this time...who knows, maybe he could fuck you so good you'd have twins.

"aww...i know, i know," suguru coos, his hand pressing into your tummy. that condescending smile on his face just makes you melt under him. he's slow and methodical with how he fucks you, like he wants you to remember every vein of his cock, how it curves up just perfectly that it nudges that spot where his hand is pressing down and makes you keen. his smile morphs into a knowing smirk, his free hand rubbing your thigh. "you're such a pretty mommy, princess. do you know that?" suguru's so sweet, he's so soft, he's treating you like your the most fragile thing on the planet. he sooo slowly grinds himself into you, his hand giving another little push down on your tummy. he's so sweet to you, such a loving husband... but you know. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger and deviance swirling around in those purple irises. he's getting you soft and pliant, melting into the bed as he praises you where he knows your weak. "taking such good care of my baby, aren't you? ," he praises. his hand is so warm as he starts to rub up and down your stomach. "such a shame the geto genes are so strong in the men. however." your breath hitches when he pulls all the way out before shoving his cock all the way in down to the base. you can't help the soft moan of his name, watching him lean down closer so that he's right over you. "the girls in my family always look like their mommy. what do you think, pretty girl? d'you wanna try? want to see if i can give you a girl?" as soon as you nod, suguru fully leans over you, using his arms to hold himself over you and he really starts to fuck you. he's merciless, managing to keep that stupid fucking smile on his face as his balls slap against your ass. "she'll be so pretty, just like her mommy, so so so fucking pretty," he coos as if he isn't making tears drip down your face. he loves seeing his baby like this, so sweet and pretty for him. "okay, angel. 'm gonna give you another one, gonna flood this cunt alllll dayyy longgg."

✧ f. toji : toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you. yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things. but god, did he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid he gave you. so when megumi tells you both what he wants for his birthday...“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly. “but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.” little brat. toji doesn't hesitate to let megumi have a sleepover with yuuji the next day, dragging you into the bedroom as soon as he gets back home.

“you want to give the kid a sibling, hm," he hums against your mouth, teeth tugging on your lower lip. you feel how hot the tip of his cock is as he rubs circles into your clit with it, smearing his precum all over you. "wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"  you just hummed, a little breathless. your hand came up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. “mm, honey, you've gotta stop asking questions you know the answer to,” you cooed, guiding him down closer so you could press a kiss against the scar on his lip. “don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.” after those words left your pretty little mouth, toji let out a laugh of disbelief, his mind instantly realizing that you, being a little minx, were 100% going to give him the worst breeding kink ever. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum, and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.  toji easily flips you over onto all fours and lines himself up with your slit. when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet. god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it messed with his head. you were almost too good to be true. each thrust he gave had you seeing stars, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth. “shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ. c'mon, throw that ass back on me, mama, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushed him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full. he coos when he sees you beginning to jolt up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. that's he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes. "tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

✧ r. sukuna : it honestly is his fault this happened, he's being snappy with one of the parents at the birthday party of your son's friend. sukuna knew better, he should've just ignored the bitch, but the comments she's making gets under his skin. "she hasn't given you kids of your own yet? that's too bad, i would've let you do that as soon as you proposed," she tries to flirt, batting her lashes at him. it just makes him sick. did this fucker not see the way sukuna looks at you? "oh, you probably don't know if she's the one you want to mother your kids, right," the woman next to him says, putting her fucking hand on his arm and he shoots her the meanest glare. "not everyone is mother material, but i-" "hey, we're leaving," he interrupts when you walk up to him, slapping the woman's hand off him as he gently wraps his arm around your waist. "i texted yuuji, that's why he's watching our kid for the rest of the day. c'mon."

sukuna is devouring you, his mouth unforgiving as he runs his tongue up and down your pussy. he's pissed, the way his tongue laps angrily at your folds as if your pussy is the reason he's upset. "fuckin' bitch," he snarls, spitting onto your clit before sucking on it. "thinks she can talk to my wife like that." you shakily gasp when he finally, finally looks at you, the sharp anger in his eyes making you shiver. you can tell he's not upset at you, but seeing him so riled up and knowing that he's using you to get it out of his system does something to you. "you know your mine right? that you're stuck with me 'til the day we die," he asks you, his thumb replacing his mouth as he rubs firm circles into your clit. "i'm your husband. you're my wife. you are fucking mine." he's about to say something else, but he stops, letting out a heavy sigh, subtly shaking his head. you catch it though, you always do. "suku, what's wrong," you shakily ask. "y-you can...can tell me, baby, what's wrong? did something ha-" "let me get you pregnant," he says, his voice low but desperate. he's moved from between your legs to over you, and you can see he's so hard, the tip of his cock an angry reddish-purple. "don't you want to give our son a sibling?" your eyes widen, not expecting him to ask that. having a kid with him...honestly didn't sound that bad. and the way he called your son 'our'...it makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but give him a sweet smile and nod. "okay, 'kuna, we can start trying if you are sure. i'm still on birth control, but—sukunaaa!" he doesn't give it another thought, sliding all the way into you until his hips are flush against yours. he feels the way your arms wrap around him and scratch at his back, and as good as it feels, sukuna needs you to give him complete control. pulling your arms off him, he laces his fingers with yours and presses your hands into the mattress before rutting into you, the slap of hips against yours almost angry. "don' care about the birth control," you hear him growl, his eyes burning into yours. "'m gonna fuck you so fuckin' full of my cum that it bypasses it. it's got no fuckin' chance with how many times i'm gonna breed this cunt." the way he's talking to you, it makes your head spin and you know he feels how you clench down on him with the way he groans. "gonna fuckin' show everyone how good of a mom you are, gonna get you all swollen 'n' round with my kids," sukuna groans, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each snap of his hips. you can't help but look at him with those big eyes, disbelief and infatuation swirling in them. he likes this look on you, you just look so fucking in love with him, and it's all for him, just for him, no one else, just fucking him. "yeah? y'like that? that i'm gonna have a lil' family with my wife? give you as many kids as you want, 'n' all y'gotta do is take my fat cock as i breed you 'til it takes."

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[finniestoncrane]

As someone who is a clean freak with slight germaphobia and gets grossed out VERY easily (to the point that I wear gloves a lot LMAO), I would be MISERABLE with Digger. However. This goes not make him ANY less pretty-boy OR stop the fact that I'd make out with him sloppy style. ANYWAYS: Headcanons with him being with a clean freak? I'm nothing if not self-indulgent HGSHADGDHGAHDG ALSO HI FINNIE I HOPE YOU'RE WELL !!

Clean Freak Reader

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons literally couldn't be me, like literally, i am in awe of people who can keep things clean. unfortunately, digger and i would stew in our own filth, so we need people like you to come fix it for us (also i picked his nastiest face for this) 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course

this is EXACTLY what he needs, i am a big believer in opposites attract and balancing things out and all that jazz!! so someone who can bring out a... neater(?) side of him would only be a positive

it means he can be his authentic self with the added bonus of knowing someone's going to clean up after him, or at the very least keep him clean enough that he doesn't die

he'd struggle a lot with letting you clean up his van, or trimming up his facial hair, or forcing him into a deep cleansing bath, because he would believe you are washing away his natural, sexy musk (which you would be, tbh)

but if the reward is having you actually touch him without grimacing or swallowing your nerves, then he'll concede

also, obviously, having someone who is a clean freak means that you'll be doing most of the tidying up, yeah? like the dishes, trash, laundry, general getting-rid-of-stains?

if so, might he trouble you to don a little maid outfit? i mean yeah, you're already doing him a massive favour, and no, he hasn't exactly remembered to thank you for it

BUT the least you could do is make it a bit sexy for him!!

you are going to end up in a situation where you're not sure when the line between mommy/daddy and actual parent got blurred

he doesn't mean to take advantage of you, and he doesn't mean to be so manipulative, but a few blinks of his big eyelashes can have you cooking, cleaning and mollycoddling him after his failed attempts at murdering the flash or robbing a bank

the positive is that he is very easily trainable, like a puppy!!

you just have to find his motivation. some puppies like attention, some puppies like praise, some puppies are treat and food oriented. you just have to find his thing!

and it's fairly obvious what his thing is...

so if you need to give him a quick handjob to get him to wash behind his ears or put his empty tinnies in the bin instead of on the floor, is that really anything less than a win-win?

i don't think you would ever change him, and i don't think he'd ever truly be appreciative of all your efforts, because he would never ask for things to be clean and tidy

but he'd cherish the thought you put into keeping him from succumbing to several diseases, and any time you spend around him is a bonus in his eyes

[rotting-ink]

What kind of dorry talk are the ros into? Giving or receiving. Like praising/degrading/just plain filth/all sweet amd romantic etc

L Rawlins: Likes hearing praise but also their own dirty talk is insane because they dont realize its dirty talk. To them, its just things they're saying in the heat of the moment, and is factual. "You feel so good, I need to taste you, just like that, that feels so good". If you ever mentioned their dirty talk, they'd go red and grumble.

S Della Rovere- VERY LOUD PRAISE. Both loves it from you and themselves. They're filthy. Sienna would be riding or tribbing, whining, "Fuck me! You feel so good, cmon!" versus Simeone, when on top, "Fuuuck, you feel so good. You're so tight and hot, I love it".

Z Chambers- Very quiet, melts at degradation AND praise. Can be real degrading when given confidence to be a dom! More into whispering that this is all you needed? To be seen to like a beast? But also very sweet, "You're so wonderful. You feel so good."

V De Winters- Is more of a service switch, would rather not be on the receiving end and just the giving end, of both praise and degradation. But also deeply romantic and sweet, "You're the one. The one." whispered against you're back.

Seir- They slide easily into what you want. If you want degradation? You got it. Praise? Man, they will make you flush. Romance? God, they could have no one but you these days. But they might babble accidentally about impregnation and marking you, but shush.

Saleos- Heavy on the degradation, especially at first. Also likes to make fun of the people around you, even Seir, "Nothing in this disgusting place can make you cum as hard as I can, hm? You crave me." and then far later in the relationship, they get a bit more romantic... In a Saleos way. Ahem. Try to degrade that and get your orgasm privileges taken away from a month. Praise? Get two more orgasms.

Starling Knight- Again, more methodical. "You're incredibly excited. Raise your hips more, I need better access." "No, no. I'm not letting you wander off until you cum a third time. Stop whining and arch your back a bit." Receiving doesn't do anything for them, but they smile at you.

A Lancaster- HEAVILY degrading, RIGHT at the start. "Filthy thing, needing me this much." "Whore." Then when its an actual relationship? Softer. "Fuck. Moan louder, I love how you sound when I'm making you feel good." On the receiving end? They get a grin with praise and with degradation? They just fuck harder, "Yeah? You want to repeat that?"

E Rawlins- UNHINGED. Babbling and won't shut the fuck up. Just fuckin says the first thing that pops into their head. Legitimately, doesn't matter the gender either. Could be topping would just going, "Fuck me, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me good" just babbling. Also loves to drop a lot of "I'll kill them, I'll fucking kill them, all mine, fuck, fuck!"

Quincy Beaumont- I'd say they're more teasing? "Oh? Want more? Beg for it, sweet thing." Makes YOU talk about the things you want, what you think of them, etc. Wants you begging for them to touch you, that they're a whore, that they're everything, that you love them, that you need to cum so badly!

D Woolf- Please. Let them get some praise. They'll hate degradation so much and want to stop, loves romance and praise. They whisper sweet things when they're in the throes of pleasure. "Please, please, I love you, you're so wonderful!"

[chihirolovebot]

Let's see.. could I request Miu, kaede, and Kokichi with a soft dom reader? And if you could, with female reader please! But if you can't do that, gn is fine:)

✫ featuring — kaede akamatsu, miu iruma, kokichi ouma.

✫ content — softdom!reader, readers gender just didn’t come up so gender neutral, sls!kaede, sub!miu, sub!kokichi, light brat taming, light bimbofication, mentions of painplay, light degradation, pet names (angel, pretty girl, sweetheart etc). let me know if i missed any <3

✫ — kaede.

soft dom on soft dom crime.

literally the spiderman meme of them both pointing at each other. that's you two. i broke you down to your bare essentials.

in all seriousness - what matters most to kaede is compromise and ensuring that each of you is happy and comfortable. so if you're comfier falling into a more dominating role, she'll be more than happy to acquiesce.

probably an ideal partner for a soft dom tbh. she's so good for you :(( very rarely bratty. and if she is, it's easy to fuck out of her.

dare i say... bimbofication kink.

she just !! kinda like being tenderly reduced to absolute putty !! can't even think or remember to breathe or blink without you gently reminding her !! she has so much trust in you of course.

not super into pain play - she probably doesn't have a very high tolerance for it, but she likes to be marked up a little.

will absolutely get adorably embarrassed if you can see them the next day, though.

doesn't necessarily beg unless you tell her to, but will always thank you, so it evens out.

makes the prettiest noises; she graduates from soft, pitchy gasps in the beginning to broken cries and half-sobs when she's worn out and sore and sweating.

honestly kinda likes being told what to do instead of taking on a leadership role for once.

if you compliment her hands or her fingers she'll turn to absolute mush. kiss them <3 hold them <3 suck on them <3 she's yours.

favourite name to be called is "my pretty girl" asjsjdndn.

✫ — miu.

you literally render her speechless.

whenever she says smth vulgar you just tilt your head and ask in a soft voice, "you wanna say that again, sweetheart?" and. yeah you literally broke her. her knees actually gave out.

now. now. you might think that because of the stuff miu says that she's a hard dom. but you'd be mistaken. i mean, do you see how she reacts when people degrade her?? who reacts by blushing and sweating when kokichi calls them a cum dumpster?

yeah she is a degradee.

she likes when you're mean, but oh my god she loves it when you mix praise with it. "my dumb little angel", "my filthy girl", "you're just my pretty little bimbo, huh?" ahhhhhsjsjs.

intentionally acts teasing and bratty just to rile you up. she will test the soft in your soft dom. bends down so you can see up her skirt, leans over so her chest is in your face, flirts with everybody right in front of you...

whew.

you have your work cut out for you, for sure. but in the end, you're the only one who can reduce her to such a red-face sobbing mess <3

will beg you to go rougher on her. "more! gimme more, i can take it!" muffling a cry into your shoulder. "y-you're tryna punish me, right? s-so fuckin' do it already..."

your baby is so loud. she has absolutely no control over her voice. at first, you thought she was exaggerating to rile you up but god she's just so sensitive that every touch has her reeling. you're just gonna have to shove your fingers in her mouth to quiet her down, what a shame :((

can take a fair bit of pain. goes absolutely feral if you leave hickeys on her neck and bruises on her thighs. she adores looking absolutely wrecked afterwards - makeup running down her face, sweating, red-face, tear tracks cracking on her cheeks, bruises blooming under the skin of her throat.

for like... fifteen seconds after, she gets uncharacteristically shy. this is the one and only time she will thank you, before snapping out of her daze and returning to the miu we all hate love.

✫ — kokichi.

you uh. you sure about the soft part there?

this man is infuriating. and he knows it, too.

testing your patience is a full-time job and baby, he's committed.

real talk. i know what you're probably thinking - that kokichi is also a hard dom. in my humble opinion, no, wrong, incorrect. kokichi is a brat.

and maybe the worst case you've ever seen, too. this boy fights you on absolutely everything. he challenges everything you say. he argues semantics with you. nothing is off-limits.

you must have the patience of a saint. it might actually genuinely infuriate him at times, the fact that he can't get you to crack. sometimes he just wants you to snap and go fucking feral on him.

but most of the time... he likes you as you.

it's nice. he's really unsure about it at first, actually, but this feeling of being taken care of is something he begins to get used to. a lot of the time during the act, you'll catch him with this soft, dazed look on his face, like he's in the middle of a dream.

rarely though. and then he annoys you so bad you forget it in like a minute rip.

king of "oh? make me," and similar taunts. "whatcha gonna do about it?" "get over here and make me why don't you?" boy if you don't—

it's genuinely fascinating watching his composure break down in front of you. it starts out so small, a stray gasp or his fingers tightening in the sheets, but if you keep at it slowly and patiently pretty soon he's whimpering and hissing through his teeth, telling you through clenched teeth to get on with it already.

tries to order you around, but we're moving at your pace. he'll call you plenty of names to try and light a fire under you. one day you'll have to give in <3

the ultimate goal of any session is to get him pleading. it can be done, if you're patient. it's for sure a sight - hands twisting the sheets until his knuckles are white, cheeks filmed with red, tears beading at his lashline and hair stuck to his forehead. "please," he'll gasp all pretty. "fuck- you- nngh, please, get on with it already!"

you gotta oblige <3

10/10 would brat tame again.

[msookyspooky]

Sinclair Brother's with a Writer S/O

Bo Sinclair:

*Gaston of the Slashers...There's no pictures. How can you read this? 🤨*

If you're busy writing when he's busy working in the garage then that's fine. But you cannot be writing when he's not busy without him bitching about you being on that damned typewriter too much. (No internet in ambrose so he got out one of his Dad's old typewriters for you.)

Gets you plenty of paper and ink when he goes out of town. He loves seeing you go from sulking and trying to write things down by hand to absolutely beaming when he comes home and hands it over to you... You owe him a kiss for the effort though.

He doesn't read for pleasure. Ever. He hated it as a kid, he hates it now. So, he truly doesn't understand why you stay up all hours to write; especially if you're not a published author. If it ain't making no damn money then what's the point????

HOWEVER he is very controlling and pushy. He has to know everything. Including what you're writing about. (Secretly, he is just extremely curious about what goes on in his honey's mind but he can't be too mushy about it)

Is confused when you get bashful and refuse to let him read even one page. "Come on, darlin! Jus lemme read it. It's goin t' waste jus sittin there."

He stole a finished page from your stack and shoved you away with one hand as he read it aloud. At first, he just smirked, ready to make fun of it or call it cute just to annoy you until he read a few paragraphs. His face fell and he was genuinely surprised at himself getting suckered into the story; trailing off to read the rest silently. Plays it off as if it's 'okay to decent. Needs work.'....You know better as he subtly picks up the next page to read it when he thinks you're not looking.

Will pluck a finished page right out of the typewriter as your busy typing the next one. He drinks a beer in the living room and slowly reads it as you go. (He's not the fastest reader so it's plenty of time for him to catch up)

Will absolutely NEVER, EVER let you live it down if you write a smut scene and he finds out. He is smirking, leaning over you, turned on from what he just read and looking to use it for inspiration. "Shit, babydoll. If ya wanted me t' do all that; ya could've jus asked."

He doesn't overly hype you up in private. In fact, he makes fun of you and calls you a bookworm or fuckin nerd or anything else he would call the kids with A's in Highschool but he doesn't hesitate to let OTHER people know you're a writer he's proud of. Tourist mentions any book they instantly hear; "Oh yeah? S'no better than what mine writes. My babydolls got real talent. Fucking gifted."

If he's in a sour mood, the tapping of your keys has him bristling. But it's become a familiar sound. Whenever you're not feeling well or depressed and he doesn't hear that typewriter clicking; he finds himself missing it.

He is envious. Both you and his brother being creative types with talent while he doesn't have any of it. His insecurities just can't help making him feel like the lesser brother and now his partner is better at something than he is too. It doesn't help his Dad was a doctor so you knowing so many subjects as well as typing late at night on his Dad's typewriter reminds him of the Dad he was never good enough for that would just type away instead of talking to him. It's all just a giant spit in his face. (You reassure him all the time that tinkering and fixing things is a talent but he huffs that it's 'jus' work'. )

You wrote him a letter describing everything you admire about him after a particular bad day where he let it slip out how annoyed he was having two 'gifted assholes' in the house...

He definitely read it in his garage and teared up. Absolutely shocked and touched in an unfamiliar way at having someone go into so much detail about him...Good things! Not comparing him to Vincent; just highlighting things about himself he had never had anyone praise him for. Pocketing it in his locked drawer to read on days he needed the reminder that no matter what he thought about himself from his parents; you thought differently...You were still a a cute lil nerd he teased but you were HIS cute nerd.

Lester Sinclair:

He can't read very well. Books weren't read often at home by his parents even though his Dad was a doctor. Lester and Bo were shoved aside in favor of Vincent. Bo got attention in a negative way as the black sheep, Vincent had to be perfect at everything as the golden child or else while Lester was kind of just...There. He barely passed schooling. He didn't hate reading like Bo, just wasn't very good at it. (May even have dyslexia but 70's hick schools just called it being dumb so he just grew up thinking he wasn't smart enough to read. :c )

He watches you writing with a pen and paper as you ride in his truck. He seriously considers saving up any money he gets from roadkill pelts to buy you a decent typewriter to have at your house on the outskirts of Ambrose. He didn't much like being involved in the whole wax town thing but he didn't stop it or care to either. He secretly was glad to have you and him in a house in the woods; just the two of you.

You almost think he's not interested in your writing when you noticed he never asks to read it. It comes out one day that he can't read it. Words here and there but nothing to truly enjoy the experience.

Despite your shyness over someone you personally know reading your own work; you decide to offer to read it to him.

He absolutely loves it. He just smiles and leans against you as you read aloud to him. It quickly becomes a peaceful bonding time for you both.

"Hey, how's bout you read me another?" He nudged you with a smirk as he drove down the road and you curled up beside him to read aloud. "Don't you wanna listen to the radio instead?" He shook his head. "Nah. not as good as yer writing."

He is your biggest fan, bugging the ever loving shit out of you for an update. He has to know what happens next! He needs to! Does the dog die? Does the kid die? WHAT HAPPENS?

Encourages you to publish but you wave it off. Not only would Bo probably not like the extra publicity to Ambrose but it wasn't the reason you wrote. You write because you enjoy it.

You offer to help him with reading like his mom and dad should have. It's never wonderful but you smile proudly when he made a full paragraph without stopping.

Vincent Sinclair:

Unlike his twin, he fully understands when you get in the zone and write for hours. He does the same thing with his sculptures. He doesn't take it personally if he's finished while you're still writing.

He bugged Bo to find their Dad's typewriter. Bo bitched the entire time but finally found it after you complained of your hand hurting from pen and paper.

Unlike his brothers, Vincent was taught to read and write and was given the extra mile to make sure he would be the families pride and joy. It wasn't his fault and came with having to be obedient at all times least his punishments be even worse than his brothers. They expected Bo to rage but not Vincent. They would yell at Bo but if Vincent showed any disagreement...It was like the whole unit was going to fall apart. He reclused himself because of it and took up his creative pursuits as a way to distract himself.

If he finds you passed out over the typewriter, he will pick you up and haul you to bed. He starts tapping on your shoulder to let you know you've been at it too long and to take a break.

Doesn't pressure to read your work even though he really wants to. You almost feel insecure of another creative reading and possibly judging your work but you realize it's Vincent and he wouldn't judge you.

He spends his time reading your finished work one afternoon. You find it neatly organized on your desk and a typed out page he wrote describing how much he enjoyed it and how talented you were.

He will sit and watch you pace the room and describe plot ideas out loud. He just nods in agreement as you pretty much just rant to yourself to connect the dots while he watches.

Subtly puts a manuscript of your work in the gas station for tourist to read. Just because he truly thinks you're way to hard on yourself and others would love your writing.

He hangs up poems and letters you write him all over his wall.

[muffindaddystyles]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 ❤︎

A/n: My moot from twitter made a whole thread that what if Harry wrote sunflower vol6. for some fan, she wanted the idea in words so here ya go!

Crowd just to admire Harry, cheering, loving, showering him in their evermost affection.

Harry performs like he was born for this; a punk rockstar with a flower crown on his head, bout to dominate the world just from his kindness.

After performing three songs he was engulfing in conversation with his fans and he points towards you but your friends gestures if he wants to talk to her.

You're wearing a pastel dress with hues of yellow accessories. You're so red in your own way, popping out from the crowd in the bloody bold way but you're shy and skittish around people.

You're just dancing along with your bestie, swaying your hips to only angel and then doing your own sexy moves to show your friend making fun of it afterwards.

Harry couldn't snatch his focus from you and the band noticed it so they teased him, tsking at him and mouthing him his pet name 'wep' under the loud shrivels of their guitars.

You wouldn't deny that you wanted to catch his attention too but you don't know how to.

Everyone's complementing him in their fondest way and whenever you parted your plump glossy lips to shout something nothing came out.

While playing guitar, Harry gazes at you intensely his brows furrowing when he sees that your bestfriend cupped your face to say something in your ear.

He's so fuckin' jealous. He wants to be there to cup your face, stroke you and maybe kiss you.

You looks so damn kissable. He thinks you're so golden beaming around the pink sky.

Now, when he's asking your friend's name out glancing at you from the corner of his eyes your heart drops. English isn't your first language, and this made your hands shake at the side.

You don't wanna fuck this up.

"What's your pretty name darlin'?" He smiles at you feeling a bit shy from your peer that's nothing but anxiousness, Sara and Mitch exchange looks with eachother while Harry waited patiently to get your calm voice to reach to him because at this point he can do everything.

"Y/n-y/n!" You're far from him so you shouted and it stuttered making you even more blush like a coral stone.

Fuckin' beautiful name, just like her Harry's heart gave a beat.

He doesn't want to dissapoint you by taking your name wrong, you're too precious to pronounce you differently that's why he reminisced your name many times under his breath before taking it.

"Y/n, right?" You bobbed your head a bit loosening up and smiling coyly fuck Harry wants to flop at ground just at this, "soo where are you from ba- y/n?"

"Not from here!" You told him now properly locking your eyes and Harry noticed your eyes colour's so common but looks so rare on you.

Harry mimicked you doing his comic accent, "No- Not from here, that's why asked ye' from where!?!" The crowd cheered and you laughed clutching your sides telling your country name.

"I hope you're havin' a good time, y/n." He grins combing his loose curls back and sipping his water, then throwing the water on the crowd intentionally so it would reach you and he could dive in another cute moment of you.

The whole show went like this but he wants you more than singing his melodies to you and he notices that you're getting exhausted and tired but utterly overloaded with cuteness forgetting lyrics to every other song now and then, your shoes aching you so you sat down but he jolts in panic thinking you just fell and is afraid you'll come under everyone's feet.

But when you again stood up he practically heaved shaking his to scold him that he shouldn't do this, he'll end up hurting himself from missing you and thinking about you everytime.

Getting attached too soon is Harry's weak point.

The show ended and he wanted to call you backstage but you were long gone leaving your sunflower-ey coral sunshine behind.

.

Harry went through his breakup going to Japan to give him his own solace, he went through his journal where he has written all his songs and his eyes fell over the cursive words he lovingly wrote on this specific side of his journal.

He wrote a song about you right after running backstage. Kid Harpoon wanted to make some changes in the lyrics but Harry criticised that no changes will be made in this particular song, he doesn't care if it's a hit or not, this came straight out of his heart and it matters alot to him.

One day he was wandering in london when you marched from a bookshop bumping square into one person you couldn't possibly imagine, Harry.

Your canvases, books, brushes everything flew to ground and Harry's on cloud nine a feeling of when he did shrooms spreads in his chest.

"Sorry. Shit yeah." You both said in unison squatting down to collect your things.

Your heads hitting and you giggled making Harry giggle too.

"Kay there's this saying in my culture that if your forehead gets hit by another person you should hit it twice else horns grows on your head." Your eyes glinting and he shakes his head gently pressing his head against yours.

He saw your fingers shaking so he again muttered a 'sorry' feeling bad for no-reason.

"Is it your painting?" He asked and you nodded taking the canvas from him, his touch's so soft you've only imagined it or heard from the people who met him that he has the softest warmest touch. "It's beautiful."

You're in awe of him. Ofcourse you love him but you don't know how much Harry's in love with you.

He's in awe of your talent too, he knew you'd love to paint from how vivid you're. It's one of the things he imagined bout you before going to bed.

Harry was taken aback by your respect for his consent when you asked him if you could hug him and he opened his arms wide for you.

"C'mere darlin'." Million sparks shooted inside his body when you coiled your arms around his neck because of your height, he's so happy he wants to cry.

Fuck this he wants you to be his and he's gonna drag his arse for it.

He sniffed in your shampoo and scent which's vanilla, strawberries and galaxies.

"Umm..y/n would you like to grab a coffee with me?" You are appalled. you never thought he'd remember you but who's gonna tell you that you were his only thought and the dream of his heart.

"Sure! Thank you." You beamed walking alongside of him to the nearest café.

Harry thinks you're so kind that maybe you felt rude to reject his offer but this's just his anxiety.

Anyways you talked to him about things he didn't know, you asked him how life's going even though his life's all where on the headlines.

You've never drank black coffee in your life but ordered it from the embarrassment of judgment from him and when you sipped it you practically gagged.

"Wanna swap, I just took a sip?"

"Thank you never drank black coffee in my life." He didn't asked you why but you yourself told him sipping from his and it's mocha sweet as him, "not very much common where I used to live."

Harry wants to get to know you more. About your culture, your interests and specifically just you.

"There's this get-together at my home this Saturday, would you like to come it's okay if you don't want to." He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous.

"I'd love too!" You smiled even though you're all jittery from inside. You don't know what's happening but you're just going along with it.

"Kay. See ya there." He took your hand writing his number inside your palm and he swear that he felt like he dipped his hand into a sweet pudding when he held you.

.

You got ready with feathery makeup and simple outfit, you haven't told anyone that you met Harry. You've baked cupcakes for him because your mother has always taught you to never go empty hand to someone's house.

All the expensive cars parked at his driveway wanted to make you cry, you're so nervous.

Harry's nervy too he lectured everyone not to suffocate you and give her some space knowing how lovey-dovey his friends could be.

"And don't call me pet names infront her." He seriously told Jeff who offered him tequila but he pushed it away, there's no way he's getting drunk today. "Okay foof." Jeff patted him hardly.

"Hmm. Plannin' to become someone else's baby." Sara laughed sitting comfortably between mitch's legs and Harry shakes his head shyly snapping when the door bell rang.

He was out of breath when you were infront of him. He hugged you kissing your cheek and you took in his smell trying to calm yourself.

"Y'okay?" He frowned caringly placing his hands on your shoulders, your eyes are glassy that's why he asked.

Clearing your throat you handed him the cupcakes nodding and smiling, "yes umm here."

"Hi love!" Everyone greeted you and hugged you.

Harry was acting quite selfish taking the cupcakes inside his kitchen to eat them all to himself and when he came back you were chatting with his friends quite enjoying their company.

His mind crawls to the thought of you in between his embrace while his friends becomes your friends and you spending festives together, you hanging out with him at the places you love to be at.

You were praising their talents and then Harry's and he didn't miss the glimmer of admiration in your eyes for him.

"You're quite such a fan of Harry." One of his friends says and you just nodded not knowing what else to say. To everyone else you're just a fan that Harry invited to his home.

Harry glared him. The last thing he wanted to make you feel was invadilate your caring, humble and nice feelings towards not just Harry but to everyone.

"Can I steal y/n for a second?" Harry asked smiling down at you and Sarah spat playfully, "she's all yours."

"Uhh..thank you for these." He pointed at the delights you baked for him swelling his heart at your care and you shook your head.

"I love these on you." He indicated to the pearls around your neck. Hooking your finger to unclasp it you mumbled, "do you want it?"

But didn't waited for his answer and secured it around his neck. Shivers running down Harry's spine when the pads of your fingers brushed the baby curls over the nape of his neck.

"Thank you so much." Harry thinks he can't thank you enough. You just keep on giving him reasons to owe you, this's the perfect opportunity to love you and let you know.

He took you to his bedroom quickly going to his wardrobe and you looked around, he has frames of his family and his recently ex-girlfriend.

You don't know about her that deep but you know he was deeply in love with her, if ever you know how much he loves you.

In his recent interview he talked about how he met this person and the new album's all about exploring relationship. You think so the new songs will be about her, she really's so ravishing.

He came back sitting close to you and before you even properly look at him he locked a necklace around you.

A sunflower necklace falling between the valley of your cleavages. Harry has bought this for you in the hope that you'll meet him sometimes in this world again and wore it around his neck during the whole writing process of his album.

You opened the brass golden sunflower and it had 'you're my sunflower' encarved on it.

"You're the only cloud in my mind, the only dream of my heart. Can't stop thinkin' bout you it's been two years." You rubbed soothing circles at his knee closing distance between you two while he confessed his feelings for you.

"Please let me love you.." There was a crease on his forehead and you massaged it away smiling weakly at him because you don't think so if your heart's beating.

"I'm all yours to love." He whined at your words grasping you in his arms and shoving his face inside the crook of your neck.

"Can I kiss ye'?" He asked you and you intervined you fingers in his shaky ones.

Lips brushing his and his eyes fluttered close just at the approximty.

He placed your legs on both side of his torso flushing your chests together and peppering kisses all over your face carefully.

Pressing your temples against eachother when his lips were mere away from yours, and when you molded your hand around his face he leaned into kiss you.

Giving a hot swipe to the cupid bow of your lip, tasting every inch of you. Hands everywhere, kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until you weren't breathing his name.

"Fuck. Tastes just as I imagined." Your head fell against his toned pecs and he placed his lips over your hair hugging you tight for you could become one. His.

"M'little sunflower."

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[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 5: ~Let Them Find You~

Summary: You watch Crimson Peak with your best friend the night before the move, recieving a call before you get to bed.

Warnings: Light swearing, mention of smut from Crimson Peak, emotional talk.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word Count: 1'819

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr

Once you got back home, you spent the last 6 days streaming a bit more, making sure to pack up everything you needed bit by bit every day, packing the streaming equipment last of course. On the night before your flight, you invited your best friend over to watch Crimson Peak together, now that you finally have the time. Your friend had informed you that there apparently was a love scene between Tom and the actress from the live action Alice movies. Oh God. Was it graphic? You didn't ask. You wanted to see it for yourself.

Well-- Okay--

You didn't--

It's not that you WANTED to see it.

It's--It's a scene in the film--

J-Just watch the film.

As the movie went on, you talked with your friend every now again when it seemed like nothing too interesting was happening.

"So, you're all gonna be living in the same neighborhood?" Your friend asked you. "Yeah. It's all being rented out for a set." You replied. "It makes it easier to make it all look realistic. Like, it makes the set appear more natural, or so I'm guessing.." "You're gonna be neighbors with Tom Hiddleston. I swear to God.." Your friend ran their fingers through their hair. They were happy for you. "I know, I still haven't even processed it.." You gave a soft chuckle. "I have to be his love interest, oh my God..."

"You think there's gonna be a kissing scene?" Your friend asked. "Obviously. It's a romantic film." You replied. "I'm pretty sure there's gonna be more than one.." "Oh my God!" Your friend giggled. "You're gonna fuckin' kiss Tom Hiddleston!" "It's purely professional!" You stated, trying to hold back the urge to smile. "It's just acting.." "Your lips get to be on his! That's insane!"

"It's acting!"

"It's a kiss!"

You both started laughing a bit. You didn't want to admit how excited you were for the movie, for more reasons than one. You wanted to act professional about it, but your friend did have a point. While it was acting, it wasn't going to be a stunt double or anything. You'd really have to kiss Tom eventually. What if they make you do multiple takes? Sometimes simple scenes could be taken up to 10 times. Will you get to kiss him 10 times?

Shortly after that conversation was over, you continued to watch the movie with your best friend. Eventually, the love scene showed up. While your friend was a bit of a smiling and giggling mess, you watched with an interested expression. It wasn't lewd or sleazy. It was actually a pretty beautiful scene, especially knowing the context behind the scene. You had to cover your eyes slightly when his...'English Countryside' was shown, your friend just giggling even more.

"Oh my God!" They laughed. "That's actually his ass!" "Stoooppp.." You playfully spoke with a shy smile. "(Y/N), Look! He's got a pretty soft ass.." "Stooooooppppp!.." You giggled, finally able to look at the screen again after a moment, but the scene wasn't over.

"He kinda looks into it, eh?" Your friend smirked at you after calming down. "(BF/N), he's acting.." You gave a shy smile. "He looks into it because he's acting." Your friend clarified, making you give a bit of a shrug. "...Okay, he does look a little bit into it, actually.." You giggled slightly. He's a good actor.

Whenever a ghost or anything creepy would pop up, your friend would curl up and get all nervous, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. The effects were pretty good, but it wasn't really scary. More so interesting.

By the end of the film, you were actually in tears. You didn't expect to get as emotional as you did. Once the film was done, your friend patted your back as you wiped your eyes.

"I didn't expect to cry.." You gave a little chuckle as you sniffled.

"Hit you hard, eh?" Your friend chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess..." You chuckled back, blinking a bit to calm down. You definitely made a mental note to praise Tom's role in the film and the film itself. It was brilliant.

Your friend collected up atheir things once you turned off the TV, following them to the front door.

"Guess I won't be seein' you for a while, eh?" They asked you.

"I'm sure I can fly you down to visit the set eventually.." You smiled. You two would be apart for the first month or so. You'd miss hanging out, but you were still very excited to start your career.

You shared a warm hug before they gave a final little wave, closing the door as they left. You locked it and turned off the outside light, moving into your room to get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and got into your pajamas, but before you'd get to lay down, your phone went off. You were getting a phone call.

You picked up your phone to check the Caller I.D.

It was Tom.

You immediately answered the call, of course.

"Hi.." You spoke in a soft tone, hearing a slight sigh from the other end before hearing his voice.

"Hi.." He spoke, his voice slightly raspy. Did he sound tired or sad? You weren't sure which.

"H-How are you?" You asked, quietly sitting down at the side of your bed. Another sigh left him.

"N-Not too good, if I'm being honest.." He admitted. "Been a bit of a rough night for me...wanted to talk to someone.."

Awe. You felt a little sad hearing that he wasn't in a good mood. He's always seemed like such a chipper man, as if their wasn't a single thing on this earth that could bring his positivity down.

"Who else have you called? Any family?" You asked curiously. You didn't mean to sound rude asking that. You were just curious.

"No, I called you first, actually.." Tom admitted. That immediately made you blush.

"M-Me?" You blinked, sitting up more.

"Yes, you.." He replied with a slight chuckle. You could practically hear his little smile grow. "I don't know, I just....wanted to hear your voice, I suppose.."

You felt your heart want to jump out of your chest. You had just listened to this man's voice in a movie, and now you're having a personal conversation with him. He's even using that natural charm of his. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing that. Either way, he's such a sweetheart.

"I hope that's alright." He spoke again.

"Y-Yeah! That's alright, I'm here.." You admitted with a little smile. He called you first? You almost didn't believe him, but it still warmed your heart.

"What's got you down?" You asked curiously, laying down somewhat with your upper torso still sitting up by leaning back against your pillows.

"I wouldn't say I'm down or sad.." Tom spoke. "More so...tired. Exhausted, even.."

"Exhausted?" You repeated.

"Mhmm.." He hummed. "It's a bit complicated to understand.."

"Try me.." You gave a slight confident smirk, even though he couldn't see it.

You got a little tired chuckle from him. His voice could sound pretty sexy sometimes.

"Ah, well...its just hard moving away from home over and over sometimes.." He admitted. "I had been on a couple dinner dates with a nice girl, but when I told her I'd have to be in America for the film, she didn't want to keep in touch.."

You gave a slight frown. You had heard Tom's public dating life was a bit of a mess, though you didn't believe it was his fault. The media tried to paint Tom as the bad guy, all because he's a man, but you could tell he wasn't like that.

"That's...shitty." You replied, earning another little chuckle from him.

"Yes. Very shitty, though I don't blame her.." He admitted. "Some people cannot handle being away from their partner for long periods of time.."

"Were you two actually together?" You asked.

"We weren't a couple, but I was nearly ready to ask her to go steady.." Tom admitted. That's how it's easy to tell that he's a sweetie. Go steady? That's an old fashioned term.

You loved it, of course. He's such a romantic. It's beautiful.

"You'll find a good girl for you someday, I'm sure." You spoke in an optimistic voice.

"I'm not sure the issue for me is finding a woman. It's keeping her close that I seem to struggle with.." Tom admitted with a slight sad sigh.

"Hey. Every man gets his leading lady.." You reassured with a warm smile.

"I know, I'm just...getting tired of searching, I guess." Tom admitted. "It's exhausting.."

"Then stop searching." You replied with a little shrug. "Maybe you don't need to be the one searching. Let the woman find you this time.."

You had hoped that was good advice. His silence became worrying, making you frown a little.

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually.." He admitted, his voice sounding softer. "Perhaps I'll take up that advice. Thank you.."

You could already hear that he was feeling a little better. That made you happy.

"Anytime." You spoke.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"Oh definitely! The little neighborhood we get to live in is so quaint and small. I think it's perfect for the film." Tom approved.

"I agree!" You chirped. "You think we're gonna be neighbors?"

"We might." He replied in a positive tone. "I'm very excited to be working with you more."

"The feeling is definitely mutual.." You smiled to yourself. "I'll make sure to bring my best romantic side for the film.."

You got another chuckle from Tom. "Your best romantic side? Do you have multiple romantic sides?" Tom asked curiously. "Yep!" You chirped with a big smile.

"Ahh...perhaps I'd like to see every one of those sides one day.." He gave a little purr. You weren't sure what that meant, but you liked the sound of it. "Sounds pretty good to me.." You gave a slight chuckle, laying back more in bed.

"We've both got to get up rather early, so I guess I should goto sleep.." Tom spoke. You yourself hadn't realised how late it already was. You're not even gonna get 8 hours of sleep at this rate.

"But thank you for talking to me. I really will use that advice. You've really made me feel better."

"You're welcome.." You replied, giving a warmer smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Indeed you will.." Tom spoke in a happy, yet tired tone.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).."

"Goodnight, Tom.."

You both hung up.

You plugged in your phone and turned off all of the lights, looking at all of the suitcases you had waiting for you.

Tomorrow, your new life begins.

For now, get some rest. Tomorrow, you're Tom Hiddleston's leading lady.