#i am generally Not good at replying or keeping in touch but i can be approached for advice at least

[angels444yuri]

im new on tumblr n idk how to mk frnds i feel like the new character tht no on realises exists

hiii omg this is so cute and I have a ton of tips for you !!!

so before anything else you'll want to work on your blog's aesthetic. this is mainly your pfp & banner (if you want those),, your background and your accent color.

an intro post is usually optional but since you're looking to make friends i would recommend you have one. it doesn't have to be anything spectacular,, just basic info about you & your blog and anything else you think is worth noting will do. if you'd rather keep it short then there's a decent character limit in the "about me" section

next you'll want to decide on a niche // spaces you'd like to be in if you haven't already & the tags you'll use. a good way to decide on tags is to look up your niche(s) (on tumblr ofc) and pick out the ones that sound good to you. remember to be mindful when you use them bc people will report you for spam (or just be annoyed) if your post is tagged with a character's name for instance but the character is nowhere to be found in your post

scrolling through other posts under your tags is a great way to find people to be friends (or mutuals) with. back when i used to do this,, i preferred to scroll the 'latest' section instead of 'top' because it made it way easier to find blogs i actually had a chance of becoming mutuals with seeing as they were usually small(er) blogs

if a post on your dash catches your eye check out the blogger behind it. if they meet your friend criteria,, i seriously encourage you to find out if they'd like to be friends/mutuals via an ask (or just give them a little compliment). i've done this countless times and have been successful pretty much every time,, if memory serves me well only three people never bothered responding to me. everyone else was happy to become mutuals w me,, even people i thought might not be interested.

this one's negotiable but don't be afraid to let people know you're browsing their blog (as in liking and reblogging a bunch of their stuff. maybe even replying to a few). if my response to having this done to me is anything to go by,, i think it encourages the person getting notifications to give your blog a (quick) browse in return & if you're lucky they'll take an interest in you (don't go around spamming people though. i didn't tell you to do that)

this took wayyy more time to write than it should've so i hope it's at least somewhat helpful 😭 my following list is public & i'm mutuals w most of the people on there so if you want,, you could use it as a starting point of sorts. i have excellent taste so you can trust that everyone i follow is super cool 🤭

[luveline]

i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33

I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k

modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships

"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.

"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen. 

James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?" 

"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there." 

"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"

James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?" 

"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself." 

"Why the fuck?" James asks. 

"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?" 

"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?" 

"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable." 

He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?" 

James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?" 

You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like." 

"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice." 

"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy." 

"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads." 

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you." 

James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly. 

"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for." 

James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?" 

"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum." 

"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."

"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore." 

"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway." 

"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking." 

You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks. 

"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married." 

James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel." 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Running Jason a warm bath after a long night and washing his hair for him 😩

Just taking care of my babygirl, as god intended 🤣 and I didn’t know how to end this one cuz I suck at endings amongst other things. 🦦

‘You know you didn’t have to do all this for me sweetheart, I can run my own bath.’ Jason said upon entering the bathroom with a tired smile.

‘Yes I am very aware of that, but as your partner I should be allowed to take care of you once in a while, especially considering how reliant you’re being on that there doorframe for the past five minutes.’ You pointed out to him, smiling upon seeing him try to alter his stance but it was already too late. You knew that tonight’s patrol was a rough one from the look of exhaustion upon Jason’s face, right down to the sound of his voice and mentally thanked yourself for running that bath beforehand as you dipped a hand in the water to make sure that it was still the perfect temperature; humming in satisfaction when it was.

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ Jason defended and when you looked over at him with an expression that told him that you didn’t quite buy into that excuse, he truly believed in that moment that you could see right through him as he sighs. ‘Okay it was bad but-‘

‘No buts, strip and get in the bath.’ Your demand cuts him off as you pointed towards the bathtub and yet despite being worn out, Jason still found it in himself to want to tease you a little. By raising both brows and as a smirk blossomed across his lips he innocently asks. ‘What, no foreplay? Didn’t know this was going to be one of those nights, sweetheart. Though then again I know that seeing me shirtless is your weakness.’ You playfully smacked his arm, trying your hardest not to give him the satisfaction of being right as he swiftly removed the top layer of his clothing before getting to work on the bottom half.

‘Don’t flatter yourself Jaybirdie.’ You replied, moving your gaze elsewhere in the bathroom as the sound of clothes hitting the floor reached your ears until that sound was replaced by bare feet walking towards the bathtub, only to stop once behind you as you felt Jason’s figure looming over you, his breath fanning the back of your neck. ‘Don’t need to when you already do that in the first place.’ He whispered in your ear cheekily before kissing your temple.

‘Just get in the bath dummy.’ You said softly and Jason laughs but does as you ask.

God you hated that man so much for being a pain in your ass sometimes and yet you love him even more for it also.

‘Aren’t you going to join me babe? There’s enough room for two.’ Jason says as he allows himself to become relaxed in the warm, slightly lavender scented water, looking as though he was going to fall asleep right then and there with how hard he fought to keep his eyes open. ‘While the offer is tempting, I’m gonna have to pass.’ You knelt beside the bathtub and began to wet his hair, careening your fingers through it in the process, hearing him groan. ‘I want this to be all about you. My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.’ You add as you reached for the bottled shampoo, lathering a generous amount into your hands before working it into his hair, deeply massaging his scalp.

Jason groans again, pressing his head further against your hands, practically melting under your touch and looking as though he had finally touched heaven. ‘Does it feel good?’ You asked him as you moved your hands to focus on areas you haven’t gotten to yet, intentionally slowing down the pace you’ve set for yourself so that could live in this moment for a little while longer. ‘Feels so good babe.’ Jason purrs, his body having now leant up against the side of the bathtub closest to you. ‘You’re doing such a good job taking care of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you on most days.’

‘You’ll never have to because you’re stuck with me until you grow sick of me big guy.’ You told him and once you were confident that you hadn’t missed a anything, you then began to wash the shampoo out of Jason’s hair, running your fingers through it for shampoo suds you might’ve missed otherwise. ‘I could never get sick of you sweetheart.’ Jason admits, keeping his eyes firmly shut so that no shampoo manages to get into his eyes. ‘If anything I find more things to love you for, things like running me a bath and washing my hair like you are right now.’ He chuckles as he reaches up to grab one of your hands once you were done, kissing the back of it and looking you in the eyes as you instinctively go to cup his cheek.

‘Who’d knew Jason Todd was such a sap.’ You teased, pressing a kiss to his nose and letting out a little surprise squeal when he playfully bit your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘Only for you chipmunk.’ Jason replied. ‘Only for you.’

[kaciidubs]

Binnie's Baby Bun

❣ Summary: Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 797 ❣ Warnings: Husband! Changbin, Pregnant! Reader, pregnancy [early stages], fluff, light implied smut, baby bumps, overall cuteness ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Changbin is referred to as Hubby, Bin, and Binnie, Reader is referred to as Bun, and Bunny ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible.

Changbin was a lover, he was a supporter, he was a protector, but he was also the softest, kindest, and most careful man you had ever met, and those were just a few of the traits that convinced you that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

The days after you revealed your pregnancy, he treated you like you were a goddess walking among men; you would’ve thought he was your living servant the way he offered to do everything - and I mean everything - for you.

Not like he didn’t do it already, that is.

The first handful of weeks were met with extra kisses here and there, extra check-ins so he could have a clearer gauge on your comfort, and small things like extra snacks finding their way into your pantry.

But, when your stomach slowly began to grow and the first hints of your baby bump began to show, Binnie mode was in full swing.

Almost every morning you were guaranteed a kiss on the lips, cheek, or forehead, and an extra kiss to the small swell of your belly, paired with a whispered “Good morning, baby.”

Whenever you were together he would always, always, manage to keep a hand on your stomach - if you allowed him, of course - and if he couldn’t keep you close by, he’d always make sure to take a quick ‘baby bump break’ to saddle up beside you and rest the palm of his hand over your belly button.

“Bin, if you’re like this when I’m barely showing, I can only imagine how you’ll be when I'm in full watermelon mode.”

You sat partially sprawled out on the couch of his recording studio, the pillow you were previously laying on now replaced with Changbin’s lap, and his arm reaching down your body to rest his hand over the top of your stomach.

He laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, “That’s why you have to get used to how I am now, Bun! I know baby bun will.”

“Baby bun?” You hummed, tilting your head to get a better look at him, “So you’re hoping for a girl?”

He shook his head, “Baby bun is just baby bun - girl, boy, I don’t care, as long as they’re healthy and you’re healthy that’s all that matters to me.”

Fresh tears stung at your eyes and you had to fight to push them away, blaming the increased hormones in your body for your sudden sensitivity to his sentiments.

“Alright, break time’s over!” Announcing his leave with his usual loud voice, he helped you get comfortable again before bending down to your eye-level, “Another hour or two and I’ll be done, then we can go get some dinner, deal?”

Smiling, you nodded happily, “Baby bun and I think that’s a great deal.”

Furthermore, in the midst of all of his soft, adoring moments, there were also moments of warm, tender love that had you overwhelmed in the best of ways.

Moments where he would watch you do your nightly routine; silently observing the way his shirt would ride up with each of your movements, revealing a sliver of the bump he would never get enough of, urging him to stand behind you and snake his arms around your waist.

You smiled tiredly at his reflection in the mirror, rubbing the remaining moisturizer onto your cheeks, “Hi, hubby.”

“Hi, bunny,” he replied in kind, pressing a soft kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Melting into his touch with a gentle sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access, your hands going to encompass his own resting yet again over your bump. “Binnie… What are you up to?”

His arms held you a bit tighter, his lips making a path up your neck and brushing against a spot he knew all too well, “Just appreciating you…”

“Hm, yeah, I can tell.” You shifted your hips, fully aware of the bulge filling his boxer briefs, “You appreciate me that much, yeah?”

Nipping at your skin, his eyes met yours in the mirror, his heard gaze sending a chill of excitement down your spine.

“Can I appreciate you more?”

“Right now?” You mused, lacing your fingers through his, “Right here?”

A low hum vibrated through him as he took you in, the scenario so familiar yet so, so different in numerous ways; you were no longer his girlfriend, no longer his fiancee, no longer just his wife, but his wife and soon-to-be mother of his child.

“Right now,” he confirmed, firm and sure, loving and supportive, soft and kind, “right here.”

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[megistusdiary]

okok but hear me out,,, phone sex w hsr characters of ur choice,,,, IIIII JUST think its crazy that theres canonically phones in hsr and no ones doing anything w that LMAO

this ask is actually so ancient but i was sifting through them and thought...why not?

and so, i present to you, phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko 😇

i really hope i am not making them ooc, but i did my very best, so please let me know ♡

phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko ☄. *

(separate) dom!kafka, jing yuan, and himeko x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), phone sex, wlw content (kafka, himeko), male masturbation (jing yuan), fem masturbation (himeko, reader)

*ੈ✩‧ kafka

you knew it was a bad idea to answer your phone when she texted. you knew it was a bad idea to sneak off to your room to answer her. you promised yourself you wouldn't; she was a stellaron hunter. the woman your friends were trying to run away from.

yet you find yourself chasing her like a little puppy, leash in your mouth just to hand it over willingly to her.

she's watching you through your phone screen, with all the shaky movements of your hand as you clumsily hold the phone for her to see. her hand is held so her fingers gracefully touch her lips as she admires the way your own fingers press deeper inside of you.

she's even insisted you keep the audio on. "i don't want to miss all those pretty sounds you make, especially from that cute little cunt." she had told you.

"play with your clit a little too, sweetheart." she coos at you through the phone. obediently, your thumb swipes messily at your clit and you whine at her. "aww, such a cutie." she giggles.

you almost drop the phone a few times, ears burning in embarrassment when she giggles at just how adorable you are. you couldn't even hold your phone right for her, let alone make yourself feel half as good as she could. why, if she was there, you'd already be shaking by now. what a pity.

jing yuan ˚ૢ⋆˚

jing yuan grunts softly, hand wrapped around himself as his phone rests on the desk in his office. your moans ring clearly through the speaker, echoing off the walls. you're blissfully unaware of just how vocal you're being. of course, even if everyone could hear it, nobody would dare speak against the general!

"feeling good, angel?" he asks. his voice has gone lower than normal, throaty as he fucks his hand with every sweet noise you make.

"mmm, yes-" your voice is breathy, and he groans at the slick noises of your pretty pussy. he can imagine it, he can imagine you.

his hand tightens subconsciously when you cry out for him. "does it feel good?" you ask him, and your voice sounds downright angelic to him. his hips stutter and he nods before realizing you can't see him.

"yes," he confirms, sounding breathless, "but it's only a fraction of how you feel wrapped around me." he grunts, and the image of him in your mind is surreal. "aeons-" he pants as he listens to every little noise you make while your fingers push faster and faster.

"that's it, sweetheart-"

himeko ˚ ༘♡

himeko can't suppress her soft sighs as her fingers press against her clit softly, teasingly. "sweet girl, are you just as worked up as i am?" she hums into the phone.

she's rewarded with a needy mewl as you rub over your own clit through your panties. "yes! please- please, let me- need to-" you mumble incoherently and she smiles, biting the inside of her cheek.

"go ahead, take them off." she nods, listening to the rustle of clothing as you finally strip your panties off. "are you wearing anything else now hm?" before she gives you the chance to process and reply she laughs quietly. "on second thought, just take everything else off. i want you completely bare for me, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay." is all you can muster as you remove everything else. the soft blankets of your bed on the express rub deliciously against your nude form. you both wish she was here, playing with you herself. you regret not going with her on this mission... "i miss you." you whimper, rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

her heart melts at your gentle tone. "i know. i miss you too. so much." she breathes out, slipping her panties to the side to slide her fingers in instead. you can hear her sighs, the slick pumping in and out. "i'll be home soon, i can't wait to see you." her voice is full of genuine promise.

she smiles at the thought of you...waiting for her. of course, she has the obligatory thoughts of wanting to fuck you, to render you a babbling, leaking mess for her. on the other hand, she can't wait to spoil you with her time and affection. keeping you on her lap, massaging your back, smoothing her thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

for now, she settles for the slick sounds of your fingers on your pussy and your sweet little mumbles of her name.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Never Let You Go

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this and this and this

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Sam Wilson

Summary: you run into an old face as you try to build a new life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Richard, hi,” you approach the table on the cafe patio. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” 

“Oh, don’t fret, I’m always impeccably early,” he stands to greet you and offers his hand, “so good to finally meet in person.” 

“Yes, finally,” you smile. “I really appreciate you coming all the way down here.” 

“I’m of a mind to try new things,” he says. “Especially local places. They put a touch more care into their food.” 

“Have you ordered? They have a great curried egg salad.” You suggest as you claim the seat across from him. He sits as well. 

“Just a coffee,” he says. 

“Sounds great,” you reply. “Could use one as well but if you’d rather just get to business--” 

“Go on, I can wait,” he assures as he checks his watch. “Our meeting is still ten minutes away, technically.” 

“I’ll be quick,” you get up with the promise. 

You head for the door and dip through to join the queue. You’ve been looking forward to the snickerdoodle latte all day and yet Richard spoiled that by being even earlier than you. It’s a good sign at least. It means you’ll probably get the commission. 

You wait your turn patiently. You sway back and forth. You greedily ogle the desserts in the case, your restraint at battle with your sweet tooth. Your eyes are drawn to the paper taped to the glass. ‘Under New Management. Fun changes coming soon!’ 

You come here a couple times a week and you had no idea. You suppose you didn’t ask. You’re always in autopilot; you get in, get your coffee, and go. 

Your turn comes and you step up to order your latte. The snickerdoodle is discontinued. Oh. You get the vanilla bean instead. No use being picky, much more important things to tend to. 

As you pay, a familiar tone catches your ear. It can’t be. The timbre flows through the open door to the back. You take your coffee and go. 

It’s all in your head. You’re not paranoid, just a little... cautious? It’s been months. You’re in a new neighbourhood, you cut all your former clients, well, the ones he didn’t chase away, and you have a new favourite coffee shop. Things are looking up. 

You take your order and return to the table. Richard looks up, smiling over his cup. 

“The coffee is great. I understand they have a new supplier,” he says. “I was chatting with the new owner, he said it’s hand-roasted.” 

“Oh, wow,” you smile. “I didn’t even know it was sold,” you push your shoulders up and set your cup on the table. “Did you want to see my mock-ups?” 

“I certainly would,” he says. 

You bring your bag into your lap and slide out your tablet. You flip back the case and scroll through your folders. You open his file and turn the screen towards him. 

“You can look through,” you say. “I used the pictures you sent me and I applied the changes digitally. I even have an invoice with an inventory of paints, flooring, fixtures. The furniture is separate for ease. And if there’s anything you want to switch out or change or keep, we can do that as well.” 

“Ah,” he takes the tablet. He drags his thumb across. You watch him as he focuses on the screen. “A talented editor too.” 

You turn your head. You don’t want to pressure him. It’s normal for clients to have feedback. You had your initial consultation online and you got his general ideas but it’s different when you can see it. 

“Did you have any alternates? I think this dove grey is immaculate but I’m curious. If we could do around the fireplace in a different colour perhaps?” 

“Oh, I could do something else. I did have another idea for that but it was entirely different. Rustic. The brick was red clay and the walls hardwood.” 

“Interesting, you have that?” He wonders. 

“Sure, it’s in my drafts.” you reach across.  

You take it back and shuffle through to your drafts. You return it to him and he clucks. “I’m afraid I’ve made a terrible mistake,” he remarks. You wince. “I’ve now brought myself to stalemate. I’m not sure which on I prefer.” 

“Oh,” you chuckle in relief, “well, it’s easier when you see swatches and materials. That could be the deciding factor.” 

“Probably best,” he agrees. 

He gives you back the tablet and you return it to the other file. You offer it again and he continues to browse. He hums and lowers it again. 

“I know one thing for sure. You’re hired,” he grins. “When can we begin?” 

“As soon as you like,” you try to repress your excitement. Admittedly it’s been difficult since your break-up. Relocating destroyed much of your existing client-base. 

“Wonderful,” he says. “Not to rush out but it is such a nice day and I think we are agreed. If you don’t mind, could you forward those images? I could offer more specific notes?” 

“Sounds good,” you take the tablet. “Thank you so much.” 

“Not at all,” he stands and grabs his cup, draining what’s left in the porcelain before setting it back down. “Have a wonderful day.” 

“You too,” you smile. 

He leaves and you watch after him. You’re ecstatic. You don’t have to dig any further into your savings. 

You sit back and grab your cup. You haven’t even tried the latte. It's not bad. Not the sort of vanilla that’s too sweet. 

“Is it good?” The voice startles you. Not only because it’s unexpected, but because it’s familiar. The same one you were sure you didn’t hear inside. There’s no way... “I changed the recipe. Upgraded the machines...” 

You look up and put the cup down. You gape at Sam as he steps closer and puts his fingertips on the wooden tabletop. “Lot of changes, huh, honey?” 

You gulp. “What?” 

“It’s a cute place but the management was a disaster. Tanking. But I made an investment--” 

“Sam,” you croak, “how...” 

“You blocked my number, yeah, I know.” He smirks. 

You blink. You know better than to argue. Disengage. You put your tablet in your bag and stand, abandoning the latte you’d looked forward to all day. 

He as quick as ever. He catches your wrist over the chair. You tug and look around, “Sam,” you hiss. 

“Shh,” he hushes you. “You know what happens when you make a scene.” 

He calmly sits and draws you closer. You try to resist but he’s too strong. You peer around. No one else seems to notice the tense encounter. If you cry out now, it will be just like that night you broke up with him. For the fourth time. 

He forces you down, onto his lap. Now that might catch a few glances. You shift and lean away from him, your hip pressing into the table. 

“Let me go,” you plead. 

“So, you moved on quick.” 

You wince. It’s been almost a year. 

“New place, new coffee, new... man,” he grits the last word. 

“He was a client.” 

“Oh, I know how you are with your clients,” he sneers. “All bubbly. You were never like that with me, baby.” 

“I tried. Sam, you know it’s over.” 

“I never agreed to that,” he snarls. 

“Sam,” you warn in a flat tone. “Let go or I will scream.” 

“You changed a lot,” he ignores the threat. “Your mom didn’t though. She’s still in the brownstone.” 

“Sam,” you repeat. 

“I really did miss hearing you say my name.” 

Your eyes wet with helplessness. How did it come to this? How did that charming, funny man you met all those years ago turn into this? You mourn what you thought he was more than the relationship. 

“You should finish your coffee,” he leans forward, crushing you against the table as he grabs your cup. “Go on.” 

You stiffen as he lifts the cup to your lips. You sip as you feel him watching. He snickers and pulls it away. He presses against you again to put it down. 

He tuts as he sits back, “ah, you got something...” he wipes your lip with his thumb and purrs. 

“Why are you doing this?” You whimper. 

“Because you’re mine,” he growls and runs his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck, “you better not forget that again.” 

[merrybloomwrites]

The Only Way of Knowing You (Chapter 5 - Final)

Story Summary: After a chance encounter, Y/N finds herself on a series of dates with Harry Styles. She shares with him her innocence regarding physical intimacy, and he takes his responsibility in teaching her all about that very seriously.

Chapter Summary: Y/N is ready to go all the way with Harry, but it doesn't go exactly like she expected. Harry has the perfect solution leading to a wonderful first time.

Word Count: 3.3K

CW: penetrative sex, stopping during sex, sex toys

AN: Thank you so much for reading this series! I really enjoyed writing this so I hoped you enjoyed it as well!

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“Madi is doing a show nearby next week,” Harry says.

The two of you are at your apartment cleaning up dinner. You’d made salmon with rice and roasted veggies, a meal Harry had loved the first time you cooked it for him. He’s insisting on doing all the dishes, so you keep him company, sitting on the counter with your glass of wine in hand.

“Are you going to go?” you ask.

He nods and says, “I am. I was wondering if you’d go with me.”

“Oh,” you reply, stalling for a moment. This may seem like a simple invite, but you know it’s a big moment in your relationship. While you haven’t been completely hiding away, this would be the first time you’re really seen together in public. 

“Are you sure?” You ask. 

“I’m sure. Here, come sit for a minute,” Harry says, lifting you off the counter and leading you to the couch. 

You sit side by side, knees angled towards each other to touch just a little. 

“I understand that being seen in public with me in any sort of official way can be a big deal. People will start to theorize about who you are, and who you are to me. I totally get it if it’s too soon and you’re not comfortable with that yet, but I’d love for you to join me if you’d like to.”

“You want people to know about us? You’re okay with that?” It’s that insecure part of you coming out again, that part that can’t believe this mega popstar has chosen you. That he’d want to be seen with you, just some average nobody. 

“Of course I’m okay with that. I’m proud to be with you. Y/N, you are a wonderful person and I’m so happy that you’ve chosen to be with me. And I love you. Very much.”

Tears well in your eyes, your emotions overwhelming you. For the first time, someone is saying those words to you. Someone has chosen you to love. Has chosen you to be their person. And for that someone to be Harry, the most wonderful man you’ve ever met. 

“I love you too,” you finally reply. 

“Yea?” He asks, his face lighting up. 

“Yea. I do,” you confirm. 

“We love each other,” he adds, smiling so wide, showing off his dimples that you’ve come to adore. 

He leans in for a bruising, passionate kiss. Next thing you know he’s made you come twice, once with his mouth and once with his hands, and you’ve returned the favor. 

And as wonderful as his mouth and hands are, you can’t help but wonder how nice it would be to have him inside of you, to connect with him in that most intimate way. For you and him to come simultaneously, working each other up until you’re crashing over that edge together. 

You lay in bed later that night thinking about this and realizing that you’re ready. You’re not scared of having sex with Harry. You’re nervous about sex in general, but you know he’ll be gentle and will make it as good as possible. 

You’re not sure how to tell him this, and so days pass with these thoughts swirling in your mind. You imagine how nice it will feel, how close you’ll be to Harry. But you just can’t figure out how to ask him to go all the way. 

The night comes for Madi’s show, and you’re as excited as you are nervous. It goes well, Harry is ever attentive and makes sure you’re having a good time. He introduces you to his friends before the show, and it’s exhilarating hearing him call you his girlfriend so casually to all these industry people. 

You still have some of that post concert adrenaline running through you once you get back to Harry’s place. Maybe that’s why you finally find the confidence to ask for exactly what you want. 

You pull Harry into the bedroom and brazenly push him onto the bed before climbing on top of him and crashing your lips to his. 

He’s dazed when you pull away, but obviously interested in whatever you're planning.

“I want to go all the way,” you say before you can chicken out. 

His surprised little head tilt is adorable. When his mouth drops open just a little in shock it looks so inviting, so kissable. And because you're his girlfriend and have every right to kiss him you don’t hesitate, leaning in for a quick but firm kiss. 

“You want to have sex?” He asks against your lips. 

“Yes. I’m ready. I think. I feel ready. I just know that I want you. That I want to be with you in every way possible.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you reply.  

He kisses you again, one hand placed on your back and the other cradling your head. The perfect placement for him to execute his next move, which is flipping the two of you over so you’re now laying under him. 

“Let me take care of you,” he says. He presses a kiss to your neck, right at the most sensitive spot, and all tension leaves your body instantly. The kisses trail lower until he gets stopped by the material of your shirt. 

His hands slide under it to rub along your tummy. You arch your back so that he’s able to move your shirt up and finally off of you and out of the way. Gentle kisses are peppered on the newly exposed skin as his fingers ghost over your covered breasts. 

It isn’t long before your bra becomes an inconvenience as well and has to be removed. Harry’s mouth moves to your nipples, giving them attention that has tingles running through your body and quiet gasps leaving your lips. 

He moves back up to kiss you again, his lips moving along yours in that way that has your toes curling. Harry’s shirt rubs along your bare chest and the pleasure caused by the friction is absolutely welcomed. 

“I’m gonna open you up baby, make sure you’re nice and wet and ready for me,” he says. His voice is deep, that husky tone that lets you know how much he wants this as well, how turned on he is by what’s about to happen. 

Harry moves to the end of the bed, gently slipping off your shoes and socks, then your jeans, and finally your underwear. You should feel vulnerable, lying there naked with him fully dressed, but you could not be more comfortable with the situation. Especially when his next words are, “God, you’re gorgeous,” causing you to blush. 

He starts by licking along your core, then circling your clit with his tongue. You feel fingers at your entrance and then slowly he slips one inside. He takes his time adding a second, and then a third finger. His tongue never lets up, ensuring you’re feeling pleasure even through the discomfort of being stretched open. 

Harry hooks his fingers just right, pulling away for a moment to say, “Come for me, love.” He leans back down and flicks his tongue against you one more time with his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside, and your pleasure crescendos. You writhe on the bed, lost in the sensations of such a powerful orgasm before finally calming down and catching your breath. 

“You good?” Harry asks. 

“I’m good. So good,” you reply, obviously blissed out. You’re boneless on the bed, completely relaxed. Which was Harry’s plan of course. 

“You still want to continue?” He checks. 

“I do. I want you, Harry,” you confirm. 

“Okay. If you want to stop at any point, you tell me. Immediately. If it doesn’t feel right, or you’re uncomfortable, or just don’t want to continue, you let me know.”

“I will. I promise.”

Harry leans to the bedside table and pulls out a condom and lube. He takes a moment to slip on the condom and coat his length in the lube. He wants to make this as easy and pain free as possible. 

When he’s ready he leans back over you. His eyes meet yours and he says, “I love you.”

His face is serene, and you’re sure that your expression matches his when you say, “I love you, too.”

He kisses you once, a sweet press of his lips and then he says, “I’m going to start now, okay?”

“Okay,” you answer. Your voice sounds firm despite the fact that your nerves have started to set in again. You can’t help but think about how big Harry is, about how small your opening is, and how it’s probably going to hurt or burn or what if something goes really wrong and you tear down there. 

You keep your breathing even as Harry starts to press inside of you. It’s a weird feeling, one that his fingers definitely couldn’t prepare you for. He’s going slow and gentle, just as he promised, but as he presses in a little more you can’t settle down. 

Despite telling yourself to relax and just focus on Harry, your panic wins out and suddenly you’re telling him to stop. 

He stills immediately and says, “What’s wrong baby, did I hurt you?”

“I don’t, just, can you-”

“I’m going to pull out,” he says, knowing what you’re trying to ask. 

Once he does that, you take a couple deep breaths and quickly calm down. 

“I’m sorry-” you start to say but he cuts you off and states, “Do not apologize. Never apologize. If something is wrong you should always speak up. I’m very glad you did. Do you think you can tell me why you wanted to stop so I know? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No, nothing like that,” you reply. “I think I just got overwhelmed. And nervous. And then I was too tense and I kind of panicked.”

“And that’s okay. I don’t love that you felt panic but I completely understand why you would. It’s a lot to take.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish.”

“Sweetheart, please stop saying sorry. And don’t worry about me. Though I would feel better if you let me hold you for a little bit. Think we can do that?”

“That sounds nice.”

Harry gets up for a moment to grab a wipe and some clothes. Once you’re both cleaned up and dressed you settle together, Harry’s arms wrapped around you and holding you tight. You’ll have to get up in a little while to finish getting ready for bed, but you both need this moment together to recenter after what just occurred. 

And it works. By the time you do get up to brush your teeth and wash your faces you’re both feeling calm and content once again. 

You make a promise to yourself that you won’t let this experience ruin sex for you. You will try again when you feel ready, and you’ll find what works for you. 

A few days later you're back at Harry’s for the first time since the incident. It’s a normal night, the two of you cooking together and enjoying casual conversation, catching up over the past couple of days. Nothing is amiss, not until dinner is cleaned up and you’re sitting together on the couch. That’s when Harry starts acting nervous. 

“I have something for you,” he says, making you nervous now about what it could be. 

“Wait here a moment,” he adds before getting up and walking to the bedroom. He’s back a moment later carrying a couple different boxes. He holds them close to him so you can’t tell what they are.  

Finally he sits down again and places the boxes on the table. When you see what they contain your eyes go wide, practically bugging out of your head. 

“I know it’s a bit unorthodox, but I was trying to think of a way to help you be more prepared and more comfortable when it comes to sex. And well, this is what I’ve come up with so far.”

It’s a good explanation for the fact that your boyfriend bought you dildos. Three different ones in varying colors and sizes. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks after watching you sit there silently for a few minutes.

“I’m thinking that most girls don’t need to like, train their vaginas in order to have sex,” you reply.

“Most girls lose their virginity to some jerk who doesn’t care if she’s comfortable. They probably felt the same way you did but kept going to make the boy happy or because they thought that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“I really thought that I would get so like, lost in the moment that it would only feel good.”

“Someday that’s what’s going to happen. But for now this is something new to you so you’re going to be nervous and that’s completely okay. We’ll work together, and we’ll get there, I promise.”

“Thank you,” you say, two words that barely show the amount of gratitude you have for this kind and patient man. His use of the word “we” just shows how dedicated he is to you, that he’s not putting all of this on you. He’s there with you on this journey of discovery, and wants to show you how good it can actually be.

“Why don’t you take these home with you tonight and just familiarize yourself with them and then you can try them yourself or we can do it together. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

And that’s how you end up sitting in your bed later that night, three boxes surrounding you. After your conversation with Harry you’d put them all in a bag, out of sight. It isn’t until now that you’re home and done with your nighttime routine that you’re taking them out again. 

You open up the boxes and lay the three of them side by side. Harry had explained that the smallest is about as wide as two fingers, and the biggest was almost as big as his actual cock. Picking up the smallest and looking at it more closely you feel confident that you could handle that without a problem. The medium one is a bit intimidating, but not all that scary. But the last still seems too big to possibly fit inside of you. 

After another few minutes of holding these objects you put everything away into a storage bag Harry had given you just for these items. He’d also given you a cleaning set to be sure that you would always be safe when using them. Even with this he’d gone above and beyond what was necessary, and you fall asleep that night thinking about how generous and thoughtful he is. 

Over the next couple of weeks you and Harry use the dildos during some of the intimate moments you share. As expected the small one is easy and you don’t stress at all with that.

The medium has you a little worried, so Harry goes slow when he’s inserting it. Even though it’s a bit bigger than you’re used to, you find that it doesn’t hurt. The stretch even feels good, and Harry uses it just right to hit that perfect spot inside of you. When you come with this one, you come hard, clenching tight around the toy. 

He tells you that he’s going to teach you how to use it on yourself, wanting to make sure you can have your needs met even if he’s traveling. Masturbation isn’t something you really thought about since Harry fulfills your needs perfectly, but he explains there may be times you’re separate for a while and phone sex would be your only option. Conceding that he really does have a point you promise to try to learn how to please yourself. After all he seems genuinely sad by the thought that you could be left wanting for a period of time.

When it’s time to use the biggest dildo you’re nervous again. But Harry goes even slower, keeping you calm and relaxed. You’re surprised by how good it feels once it’s finally in, and you make a quick decision that startles Harry. 

“Take it out, please, Harry,” you say and he does so immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

“Nothing. But I want you. If I can take that I can take you, right? And right now, I just really want you inside of me, not something made of silicone,” you explain. 

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. I feel ready. It’s different from the last time, I promise. I feel prepared now and I just really want you, Harry.”

At your confirmation, Harry quickly takes off his underwear and grabs what he needs from the bedside table. Once he’s prepared he lines himself up and checks in with you one more time. 

“Please, Harry, I want this. Want you,” you repeat. 

“You’ve got me, baby. Just relax and I’ll take care of you.”

There’s still some stretch and discomfort, but this time you know you can handle it. Harry leans down to kiss you as he slowly works himself inside, trying to pull your focus to his mouth so you wouldn’t start to overthink. 

It must work because soon he’s pulling back to say, “Good job, sweetheart.”

He’s fully inside of you for the first time, and now it’s overwhelming in the best way. It’s definitely weird to be so full, and more specifically full of another person. But it’s also so wonderful to connect with him like this. 

“I love you,” you say, the only thing you can think of at this moment. 

“I love you too,” he replies. “I’m going to start moving now, okay?”

“Okay, yes, please.”

He leans down to kiss you again as he starts to slowly thrust inside of you. It’s weird, but after a little bit it starts to feel good. Harry shifts just a tad and suddenly an intense spark of pleasure rolls through your body. 

You break from the kiss, moaning into Harry’s mouth instead and he continually hits the same spot inside of you, causing the warmth to build in your core. 

His pace increases and his hand moves down to rub at your clit. Harry presses sloppy kisses to your neck before moving to suck at your most sensitive spot. He’s doing everything he can to bring you pleasure, make you feel good, feel loved. 

And it works. Harry’s hand moves firmer against your clit and that touch sends you over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

You hold Harry close as you ride out the waves of pleasure. Your walls clench around him, and the heat and pressure triggers his orgasm as well. You hear his quiet moans and feel him twitch inside of you. 

Harry pulls out and lays next to you, pulling you to his side. The two of you catch your breath and your hands trail over each other’s bare, sweaty skin.

“You okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m- yeah. Wow. More than okay.”

“Feeling good?”

“I’m feeling perfect,” you reply and turn so you can press another chaste kiss to his mouth. 

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too. Thank you for being so patient and gentle with me.”

“Always, baby. I will always take care of you.”

You lay there, wrapped in his embrace, and know that he’s telling the truth. You think back to that first chance encounter months ago, and can’t believe how much has changed- and all for the better. These months with him have been absolutely perfect. He’s been perfect. You’re so grateful for how patient he’s been teaching you about intimacy. Because now the two of you have had sex for the first time and you feel even closer to him than before. Closer than you thought possible.

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AN: So I've read (and written) a bunch of stories where Harry would say "let me know if you want to stop" and so I wanted to write a scene where that actually happens.

Thank you again for reading this series!

I also have a Harry x reader oneshot coming out next Tuesday for Whumptober!

Taglist: @lizsogolden @daphnesutton @kissitnhekitchen @fruity-harry

[charliedawn]

Can the slashers meet Eddie Gluskin? I am just curious you don’t have to if you do not want to. And have a good day or night😊

Warning: MY KNOWLEDGE OF EDDIE GLUSKIN IS ALMOST NONE EXISTENT AND THIS IS AN INTERPRETATION OF WHO I THINK HE IS. PLEASE. DON’T COME AT ME.

Eddie Gluskin AKA "The Groom"

- 46 years old

- Patient with OCD and post-traumatic disorder. Obsessed with finding himself a wife. Abused physically and mentally as a child.

- Very tall and muscular man, middle-aged, with a black slicked back disconnected undercut hairstyle which is neatly combed down and light blue eyes.

- Eddie's face is covered with red scabs, skin peelings and he has a severe case of subconjunctival hemorrhage in both eyes, the right more so than left.

Face claim for him: Cillian Murphy.

VERY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CARE.

Once you read his file, you frowned as you learned that Eddie Gluskin had been abused at a young age. You already felt bad for him. You knew that the first thing that man would need once entering St Louis was to have his personal space as patients with post-traumatic disorder needed to be handled with care—especially the first few days. Hence, you decided to keep his arrival a secret from the slashers at first, as to not frighten him. You were walking towards the entrance with General McCain and a couple of his men when you were made aware he had arrived.

"Be careful. He has already killed two guards in Mount Massive Asylum not a week ago. He is a tough guy."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Don’t worry, James. I know how to handle tough guys…"

James nodded with a small smile on his face before he opened the door for you and you entered the room where a handful of policemen were waiting. They were surrounding a man who was chained down to the bench he was sitting on. The man was quiet and his eyes were facing down to the ground. You took a few steps forward before making your way through the policemen to reach the patient.

You stood before him.

"…Eddie Gluskin I presume ?"

The man remained silent for a while before he slowly raised his eyes to look at you.

"…"

He didn’t speak a word. He just started staring at you before you smiled and decided to introduce yourself.

"Y/N L/N. But, you can call me Nurse Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You extended your hand forward and Eddie Gluskin stared at it for a moment. You chuckled awkwardly as you realised he couldn’t really shake it as he was chained up.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I—" You were cut short when you felt a pressure on your knuckles and your eyes widened as you realised that Eddie Gluskin had just kissed your hand.

…

He then looked up at you with a smile and finally replied.

"Pleasure shared…"

You blinked twice in astonishment before you quickly retreated your hand and Eddie simply smiled at you. Little did you know…You had just unintentionally became Eddie Gluskin’s next 'wife'.

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First time meeting the slashers:

Freddy *appears wearing a wedding dress* : "Heard you were looking for a wife ?"

…What did you expect from the simp master himself ? Of course he would shoot his shot. Eddie is hot. In the way that he is tall, muscular and could rip Freddy to shreds…Of course Freddy would simp for him.

Eddie likes him, but only because he finds him amusing. Eddie chooses his wives upon various very strict criteria. Unfortunately, Freddy wouldn’t make the cut.

Freddy *looking at Author* : "Hey ! What’s that supposed to mean ?!"

When Brahms met Eddie, they both did not really talk much. However, after Eddie spent a little more time around Brahms, he started finding his company enjoyable…

Let’s be honest here.

Brahms would be the perfect bride for Eddie. Brahms is sweet, attentive and touch-starved. So, Eddie would surely like him.

But, I think Eddie would also see him as a child so maybe he wouldn’t try anything, but they would hit it off pretty quickly as two very distinguished gentlemen.

Alpha male standoff.

Eddie Gluskin is the same height and bulk as Michael, which means in Michael language: danger. Michael is like the daddy of the slashers. He protects them. So the first thing that would go through his head would be:

Should I be worried about that guy ?

And the answer is yes.

Eddie Gluskin also noticed the chain of power around St Louis and immediately noticed that all the slashers respected or didn’t mess with Michael. And you—his precious future wife—dared to spend a lot of time around Michael.

So, they wouldn’t really like each other.

Pennywise once pranked him by pretending to be you and Eddie kissed him. Eddie genuinely thought it was you and was so happy…until he opened his eyes and saw it was Pennywise.

…

He punched Pennywise in the face so many times that it took 6 nurses to get him off Pennywise.

Penny bit Eddie Gluskin’s arm because of what he did to his brother.

…

He liked the taste.

Jason met Eddie Gluskin when he was tending to his frogs. He was in the garden near the pond when Eddie came and sat down next to him. They started spending time together and Eddie even started helping him with his frogs.

They became friends—which is quite a feat considering Jason’s trust issues.

…Father Paul’s face after Eddie Gluskin came to him for the 11th time to ask him to officialise his marriage to you. (Give the poor man a break. 🤣)

Even though, A: You’re not aware of it.

B: Eddie Gluskin is mad.

And C: Father Paul is obviously no longer a priest.

But he still does it every time because A: He is bored, and B: Eddie doesn’t leave him alone unless he somehow convinces him that he would so…

[mediocre-writerr]

hi!! i absolutely loved sparks, it was PERFECT and for sure the best maddy imagine in this app

so i would like to request a maddy x fem!reader based on style by taylor swift where maddy is "you got that long hair slicked back white tshirt" and reader is "and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

and reader is like, a cute sweet good girl and everyone thinks she's and angel so when she shows up dating the maddy perez everyone is shocked but they don't really care and just a looot of pda and maddy likes to keep her hands around reader waist all the time and tease her about the skirts she wear saying it is for her

well, thanks for reading and i really like your writing <3

style [maddy perez]

summary: you've always had that good girl faith, maddy perez just happens to be the opposite of that. it's the perfet combo

warnings: some explicit language, underage drinking, and allusions to smut

pairings: maddy perez x fem!reader

mediocre author's note: hey guys! this request has been sitting in my inbox for over a year now...i apologize dearly lol! but it's out now and i hope you enjoy. slowly, but surely getting through all of these requests so please be patient with me. love you all!

Whispers bounced off the lockers and classrooms in East Highland High School. Ever since Maddy Perez finally and officially moved on from Nate Jacobs, rumors have been spreading about who has captivated her heart.

“Y/N, are you going to the party tonight?” Lexi asked you as you put your books in your locker.

A laugh interrupted your answer, “Y/N? Go to a party?” Kat said as she continued to laugh, “Lexi, you’re one of the smartest people I know, but that was such a dumb question,” 

“Ha ha, very funny, but as a matter of fact, I am going to the party tonight,” you answered, shutting the locker behind you. 

“Oh my gosh, is Hell freezing over?” Kat continued to tease and you rolled your eyes playfully, “If Hell is freezing over does that mean we can finally meet your new boyfriend Maddy?” 

“Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us! We’re your best friends!” Cassie added on as all of you made your way towards the parking lot.

Maddy just shrugged with a small smirk on her face, “It’s fun keeping you all on your toes, besides, keeping it a secret makes the sex a lot hotter,” she whispered the last sentence, shooting the group a wink, “Bye girls! I’ll see you tonight!” 

As you part ways with the other girls, you pull your phone out of your pocket: Kat and Cassie are going to lose their minds because of you. 

You watched as the three dots quickly popped up without missing a beat: And? They can keep thinking all they want, it’ll make the reveal even better. 

Very true. You replied before quickly typing up another text, You think the sex is hotter because we keep it a secret?

Our sex is always hot, baby ; ) I’ll see you at midnight xxx  A warm flush appeared on your face at the simple words, as you started your car to begin your drive home. 

You and Maddy had been dating for about four months now. What started out as a drunk hookup turned into something way more.

It was different than Maddy expected. Her expectations for relationships and love in general were washed down the drain after her toxic cycle with Nate. She always believed that she wasn’t built for a normal relationship. She always thought that she had to fight and argue for a relationship to be exciting. 

That wasn’t the case with you. Maddy tried to pick a fight with you once, but you quickly shut it down. You reassured her that she doesn’t have to prove that she is something she’s not. The Maddy you knew and were falling in love with was nothing like the girl who was dating Nate Jacobs. She was worried that it would bore her, but it didn’t. Your soft touches and reassuring words made her feel like she was falling in love with you over and over again. 

You were pulled out of your homework when your phone buzzed: I’m outside xxx 

Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and downstairs to the backdoor, making sure to keep it unlocked so you can sneak back in after. Maddy was leaning against the passenger door as her headlights were off, causing her already dark car to seem much darker.

“Is that the Maddy Perez wearing a plain white t-shirt?” you asked, smirking as she smiled at your words.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her, humming in response, “I love this tight little skirt you’re wearing baby,” she said before moving to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous. I am debating if I should keep you all to myself tonight,” 

You bit your lip, lifting her chin up so your eyes could meet, “That would ruin the fun tonight, don’t you think? How about we make our little appearance and then you can take me home and we’ll have our own fun?” 

“Deal,” she whispered, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck. 

Maddy opened the door for you before quickly getting into her seat to drive to McKay’s. She rested her hand on your thigh, as she drove down the suburban streets. 

Her gaze lingering on your skirt or your tight crop top. The red light illuminated on the two of you as she came to a stop. You leaned over the middle console, guiding her face to look at you. Your lips brushing over hers as you spoke, “Keep your wild eyes on the road,” Maddy let out a groan as you fell back onto the passenger seat. 

“Has anyone seen Maddy? I know she loves to be fashionably late, but she’s even later than usual,” Kat asked.

“Y/N’s not here yet either,” Lexi added on. 

You smirked to yourself as you heard them talk, “Sorry I’m late guys, I was doing homework and completely lost track of time,” 

“We were starting to think that you would pull a no show again,” Kat added on with a smirk lingering her face before her jaw dropped, “Is that Maddy?”

“In a plain white t-shirt?” Cassie chimed up equally as shocked as the brunette. 

“Oh wow. I mean I’ve seen her wear my shirts before, but this is so fucking hot,” you winked at all of them before making your way towards your girlfriend. 

Maddy smirked at you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips finally meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You tugged her closer to you before smiling into it. 

“Y/N and Maddy?” Cassie breathed out.

“No fucking way,” Kat whispered.

Lexi rolled her eyes at the two, “You guys really had no idea? It was obvious,” 

You and Maddy finally pulled away as you approached your friends. Cassie and Kat still needed time to pick their jaws up from off the floor, “What happened, Kat? Close your mouth, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies,” you finally tease the girl back. 

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?” Kat admitted, “Y/N! You’re one of those good girls that everyone always talks about. You’re with Maddy Perez?!”

“Am I not a good girl, Kat?” Maddy faked pouted. 

You chuckle, kissing her cheek softly, “Trust me Kat, Maddy is a very good girl,” you wink at her and everyone in the circle gags jokingly except for Maddy who just tightens her hand around your waist, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Plus, you know what they say every good girl has a thing for the bad guy.” 

[drunknillawafer]

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 7

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

hi part 7... picking up right where we left off... i think I'm going to post a masterlist & keep it linked on my pinned to make it easier to sift through and find, esp since i do plan on posting other fics once i finished my very first >.< also i want to post the songs i listen to while I'm writing and some visuals hehe... just to make it much more immersive. again i do not own these characters and they are not mine! (except my mc i guess) like comment reblog if ya like... enjoy! about 1785 words

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We’re standing on a sand-colored platform of a structure currently being renovated or changed to fit Fire Nation standards. The usual for when they occupy lands that don’t belong to them. Aangs in front of me, with Sokka to my left and Katara to my right. We form a triangle and I'm thankful for the partial covering.

I’m thinking of the best way to summarize the threats ahead of us, just in case they try to change the plan. There’s a good chance this will go south.

“Mai, in the center, has good aim with her blades, but it’s Ty Lee, on the left, you should keep an eye out for.” I try to give my friends the run-down on my, I guess, old friends one would say. But we’ve only got so much time before all three of them realize that I’m here.  

They lower King Bumi from the top of the building using a metal crane. They’ve got him in a coffin-shaped cage with only his head showing.

“You brought my brother?” Mai speaks first, breaking the silence between the two groups. She squints at the sight of me, but I’m too far away for her to be sure it’s me.

“He’s here.” Aang solemnly replies. “We’re ready to trade.” In these moments, he’s got the grace of a 112-year-old.

Suddenly, Azula speaks to Mai in a hushed tone we can’t quite hear. Fine is never fine with Azula, nothing is ever the way it should be with her. There’s bound to be some trick up her sleeve that only feeds into her misery.

“I’ll help with the girl on the right, she’s the most vicious,” I warn them. I briefly make eye contact with Sokka. We haven’t talked about what was said and now wasn’t the time, but I couldn’t help but yearn for his gentleness. A reminder that I wasn’t like the enemies in front of us, but someone new. Someone he couldn’t hate.

Then, Mai steps forward. “The deal’s off.” With a lift of her gloved hand, King Bumi is raised once again by the crane.

“Bumi!” Aang cries out for his old friend and starts heading towards him, defying the laws of gravity bestowed upon the rest of us. It’s enchanting to see an air-bender. It’s so different from the rest of the elements. He looks like he’s flying.

As he does so, Azula strikes, and I see her blue flame for the first time. She must’ve perfected her oxygen levels for complete combustion; but if she’s the Azula I’ve always known, I know how to beat her. This time, I won’t go easy. I won’t make that same mistake again for nostalgia.

Aang’s head covering flies away as the air moves around him and his arrow is exposed.

I look down at Azula’s reaction and she’s close enough now to hear.

“The Avatar. My lucky day.” The princess smirks, re-organizing her plans for Omashu in her head.

“Remember, don’t let Ty Lee touch you!” I warn Sokka and Katara and dash toward Azula, offering Aang some support against the crazed fire-bender.

I follow her upward, burning the knot on the pulley to cause the rope to lift.

Azula can see me through the grids as the ropes pull us to the top of the building, and I can see her in real-time realize who I am.

“Well, if it isn’t the Royal traitor. Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.” She gloats.

“Leave the Avatar alone, Azula. I mean it!” We break through the ceiling made from wood and reach the roof of the building under construction.

She attacks Aang with a blue blast, causing him to break the metal chain. Aang instantly heads downward with King Bumi. He cushions their fall with an air bubble, and they land on the well-known ramps of Omashu. Azula quickly follows them using a cart, and I’m on her tail. If only I had Sokka’s boomerang right now, it makes so much sense to carry one in these situations.

We catch up to Aang, giving Azula the chance to strike him and Bumi.

I distract her with my own fire-blasts, making sure to lean forward and crash into her cart.

“Out of practice?” She questions.

“Out of patience.” I growl, punctuating my sentence with a blast from my right hand.

As we continue our fight by speeding through the ramps, I see Appa in the distance. Relief washes over me as I conclude Sokka and Katara must have gotten away from Mai and Ty Lee.

Aang attempts to lift Bumi onto Appa’s saddle with his bending, but he miscalculates and Bumi’s off to land on the ground. But his friend won’t let him go on his own. Together, they land on another ramp and head down to ground-level.

Azula’s right behind them, and I’m right behind her.

She attempts another attack, but a rock blocks her offense and bursts her cart into dust. I leap off mine before the impact breaks my cart too and we both land on our feet, an homage to our identical upbringing.

She lets Aang go for a reason I can’t quite put my finger on until she turns around to face me. We're still standing on the ramps.

“The key to never losing is knowing when you’re beat.” She says with her hands in defense, signaling that she’s waving the white flag.

I’m still in fight mode. I’d never let my guard down around her, not now, not ever. “You’ll always be beat as long as I’m here.”

She pauses to truly grasp my presence. It’s been three years since we’ve seen each other, and everything’s changed. We used to be on the same team, never friends but bonded by our birthplace. It’s the first time we no longer owe each other pleasantries. Azula, however, uses sweetness as a weapon. “Where have you been, Y/N? You’re missed at the Royal Palace.”

“I doubt it.” Zuko and his mother haven’t touched that home in years, making it impossible for anyone there to actually miss me.

“Your father misses you.”

“I know you’re lying, Azula.”

“You’ve never trusted me; I’ve never liked you. Now we don’t have to pretend do we?”

“Leave us alone,” I get in my fight stance. “Got it?”

“Fine. Loud and clear.” She dashes away in her infamous run toward the unfinished building, probably to catch up with her friends.

Fine isn’t fine. It’s I’ll get you somehow. I think to myself.

I watch her figure fade into the distance, when it hits me: “Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.”

Did Zuko abandon his ship?

Is she lying? She would have no reason to lie about something like that, other than to get to me or Aang. I can’t pinpoint a motive. I still won’t believe her 100 percent, but I’ll keep it in my back pocket.

I slide down the ramp Aang took and find the both of them at the very end, standing on a platform in another unfinished building. Once I’m off and my two feet hit the floor, Bumi bends rock to lift his metal enclosure up the ramp in a fit of laughter.

We both watch him go. “Your friend is very… eccentric.” I tell Aang, as he’s standing with Momo on his shoulders.

“Yeah.” I turn to face him, something’s wrong. He’s disappointed.

“He’s not going to teach you earth-bending?” I assume.

“No, he has to stay here to protect Omashu. I guess I got to find another teacher.” Now, he looks like a twelve-year-old boy with the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. There’s no way he’s meant to do this alone. I’d rather be here helping him than with Zuko.

“We’ll find one in no-time.” I reassure him.

“Who were those three girls?” He changes the subject.

“They were old friends too. Azula is Zuko’s sister.”

“Wow.”

“I know.” I sit on the edge of the platform, waiting for our ride with my feet dangling. Aang sits next to me, and for now, we’re just two kids talking, staring at the beautiful Earth Kingdom in front of us.

“What was it like… to grow up with them?”

“It was easy with Zuko. Azula… not so much.” I wince.

Aang’s face contorts, as if he’s remembering a distant memory. “Was Zuko good? Yaknow, back then?”

A smile creeps up on my face. “He was.”

“Do you think he still could be?”

Aang and I stare at each other. We’re choosing to live in the moment before my answer. The moment in which the possibility of Zuko changing his mind, realizing his mistakes, and helping us stop his father exists.  

“I don’t know.”

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The heat and the prickly bushes are upsetting him further with each and every single step. Looking for food when you’re used to someone cooking for you is daunting, Zuko realizes. How is he ever supposed to live like this? How did Y/N?

As he’s walking back to let Uncle know he couldn’t find anything edible, he touches the side of his hair. It’s grown back a bit since cutting it, slicing off his ties to the Fire Nation. Trading in the red for green, hoping to camouflage with the land and the Earth Kingdom people.

What a stupid idea, he thought. How could anyone ever confuse him with anyone else with the scar on his left eye?

But it seemed to be working so far. His sister hadn’t found them, and they haven’t been arrested for their crimes against every other nation.

In the humid morning, on his long walk back to where his uncle was staring at a tea leaf, he thought about the Northern Water Tribe.

He wondered if Y/N was okay from his strike. Maybe the water-bender girl could heal her, and she’d be okay again. He didn’t mean to. He’s been this hard and heavy with everyone else for the sole purpose of returning home, he forgot Y/N was his home. He’s been in fighting mode for so long, he’s forgotten to turn it off.

She wasn’t home, though. She was with the Avatar. Defending him and betraying her nation. How did she get there? He wondered. He had so many questions about everything. Zuko’s sure she had just as many questions for him.

Could he find her now that he was labeled a traitor?

Where his mind led made his empty stomach drop.

If he found her, he’d find the Avatar. Then, he could go home. But if Y/N was not there, would he still want to go back? Did his father’s acceptance matter above all else? It didn’t for Y/N, but she was always braver than him.

Zuko wasn’t ready for that thought, so he pushed it away.

It wasn’t hard to do when your stomach was louder than your thoughts.

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[4kirijo]

.... my lovely lifesaver

♡ ྀི༘͏ bodyguard! blade x affluent progeny! reader :3

this was barely proofread. it's nearly 4 am omg. anyways. i thought of "ridin" by lana del ray nd asap rocky as well as "genesis" by grimes while writing :3

no content warnings, fluff ^_^

odd jobs were not blade's thing.

he preferred things to be simple and less involved. an assassination or a scheme to overthrow a planet's leader were more up his alley.

not taking care of the child belonging to an affluent family.

your concerned relatives had gone through a long list of potential candidates to work as your bodyguard, and somehow stumbled across him. despite his reluctance, blade begrudgingly accepted the offer. the pay was generous, exceedingly so.

he hadn't expected to grow fond of you over the coming months. in fact, he dreaded the idea of his job. being the babysitter for a high maintenance progeny was the last thing he expected, and acting as another parental figure for them was something that blade wasn't cut out for. such things plagued the back of his mind, even if he didn't want to admit it.

however, you weren't like the person in his expectations, keeping him up from the much needed sleep he required.

you were much benign than what he believed, shockingly so. from the outside, you were nothing more than a privileged heir, blessed to be born with a silver spoon in their mouth, and prone to bad behavior. yet--- when he gave his first greetings, your responses would always be quiet and respectful.

he'd always be treated to a curt nod, a soft hum, and a gentle smile. those gestures of yours felt sweet to blade, akin to the taste of raw honey. perhaps you were that polite to everyone, it was the more rational answer to explain your behavior. however, he couldn't help but want your attention to be on him only.

often times, he'd find himself observing every curve, furrow, and flaw in your delicate features (when you weren't looking, of course. he couldn't allow himself to be obvious, it would shatter his dignity).

during his more restless nights, he'd ponder how receiving your affection would feel. could it be apple-sweet like fleeting touches and longing gazes? or would it be similar to tasting an orange? a mix of cheeky kisses and tender declarations of love?

questions about you tend to take center stage in blade's mind nowadays. was his performance good enough yesterday? did you notice him staring at your visage for a second too long? are you one for acts of service? or do you prefer to be more physical with of affect---

"....... blade, are you listening?" you quietly asked him, tilting your head.

despite being caught off guard by your sudden remark, blade attempted to mask his scrutinizing glance at you with his usual stoic demeanor.

"hm? could you repeat that again for me, please?"

your eyebrows furrowed at his perplexity (he'll have that image of your pretty expression burned into his mind for days), yet you continued your thought once more-- albeit with some exasperation.

"i asked if you'd like to continue our outing, you seem awfully tired, blade. i don't want to burden you further."

he quickly replied to your concerned question, "i appreciate your concern, but i'm fine. i can handle a few more hours of shopping."

blade was lying. but, admitting his fatigue felt like a blow to their happiness, and-- he couldn't say 'no' to fixating over their expressions.

"mm, are you sure that we shouldn't call it a day? ....... i don't wanna put extra stress on you." you couldn't help but respond to his dismissal with a bit more concern than before.

although it was quite bothersome to have someone be so considerate of his wellbeing after years of independency, blade found your words to be endearing. the sweet sugar cookie scented perfume emanating from you didn't help quell his overwhelming feelings either.

"..... no, let's keep shopping. i insist."

blade was enamored with you, to a pathetic extent. it bothered him to hell and back. but--- he couldn't imagine himself anywhere other than standing near you, longingly watching your every move, all while protecting you from the cruel world.

a/n: i hope ppl enjoy this !!!!!! it's my first fanfic :3 um its so hot. i hate sumemr. bye.

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. You have to have lunch with your father. How will it go?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, angst, physical and emotional abuse, panic attack

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Masterlist

Part Seven: Lunch with a Devil

I was restless. It was only 10:30 and I had already restocked my entire responder inventory. I had already done my laundry, the dishes, mopped the floor, helped prepare dinner, and now I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor with a toothbrush. Whenever I stopped thoughts and anxiety filled my skull. I hadn’t decided if I was going to go to lunch. My father would be less than pleased if I didn’t go. But I was supposed to be free of that guilt. Free of him. So, why does it feel like every time he talks to me I’m that helpless little girl all over again? The one that walked on eggshells. The one who did everything she could to be a good daughter and not be a burden. The one that took the pain and the demands with a smile and a yes sir. 

I’m not that girl anymore. At least… I thought I wasn’t. I scrubbed harder at an invisible speck of dust as the thoughts crowded my head. 

“Miss y/l/n, I do believe every centimeter of this floor is spotless thanks to you. There is no need to further scrub.” Alfred said, standing above me. Slowly he bent down so that he was at eye level with me. He took the toothbrush out of my bandaged hand, shaking his head. 

“Might I have a look?” He asked, nodding to my hands. In my anxious state, I hadn’t thought about the condition of them, or what I was putting them through. The second he grabbed them it was like my body remembered that I was in pain. 

I stood up and nodded, giving him full view. 

He patted the island chair, “Take a seat.” He slowly unbandaged them. They were red and swollen, some of the blisters had popped, and some had refilled. It wasn’t my cutest look. 

Alfred diligently put on numbing cream and rebandaged them for me. We sat in comfortable silence as he did it. Both of us concentrated on what he was doing. 

“May I ask a question about your gifts?” Alfred asked, gently.

Instantly, my body clammed up. I didn’t want to say anything, but I swallowed down that protective response and nodded. 

“You can heal other people. Can you heal yourself?” 

I bit the inside of my cheek. “No, I can’t.” Suddenly I was bombarded by memories. Ones I try to keep down.

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Gotham City: 18 Years Ago  

“Sit down, y/n,” my Dad said, patting the couch. I was hesitant as I walked over. I didn’t want to be close to him. 

Slowly, I sat down. My body was tense, and I made sure my feet could sit touch the ground. I was not comfortable. I was ready to move. I was ready to run. 

“Darling, have you heard of the Kleinian and Winnicottian psychotherapeutic theory?” My father asked, peering down at me like an owl. 

I shook my head. 

“Well, part of the theory believes that children think that they are an extension of their mother. Children have a difficult time in their infancy and toddler years defining what is their own body or their mothers. Does that make sense?” He asked, his voice falsely sweet. I knew that I should just play along. I didn’t understand, but I wanted Dad to be happy. 

“I have a theory. If we can figure out how to make you heal yourself; you will learn how to heal your mother,” his words were frantic, his eyes bright. Some part of me wanted to run and hide. “Will you let me test my theory?” He asked. 

Not knowing what else to do I just nodded. I wanted Mama to be better. 

From his pocket, he pulls out a knife. My heart seizes at the sight of it. Quickly, so quickly, he trailed a cut along my thigh. Tears welled up in my eyes. It stung so badly. I didn’t like it. And the blood was getting on my favorite shoes. I frowned as I saw my blood run down my legs and stain them. 

“Heal yourself.”

I tried. I really tried. But I couldn’t. My powers wouldn’t listen no matter how much I begged. Dad never liked that for an answer though. 

So he cut. 

And burned. 

And stabbed. 

Over and over. For years. 

I never quite got it right. But that never stopped him from trying. 

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I blinked away the memories that threatened to drown me. I don’t know if Alfred noticed the distant look in my eyes, but he quickly changed the topic. 

“You have barely said a word all morning,” Alfred said, making an observation. 

I knew this tactic. We used it in nursing. You state the obvious in hopes that the person elaborate and clarify if there is a reason. 

“I’m not feeling very social today,” is what I landed on saying. I didn’t want to reveal too much to him. It was almost like he could read me like a book though. 

“Why?” He asked, simply. 

He looked at me with his wise empathetic Alfred eyes. All of a sudden I wanted to crumble. I wanted to tell him everything that went wrong in my life starting with day one. But that was irrational. That was that scared little girl with the bloody sneakers that broke free from time to time.

I cleared my throat and flattened my face of emotion, “I’m seeing my father today. Well… I actually have not decided if I’m going to go or not.” 

Alfred gently patted my hands, signifying that he was done, they did feel a lot better. I mumbled a soft thank you, he nodded as if it was nothing. 

“Your father, is he a good man?” I saw the cogs in Alfred’s head turning, deciding that this was the best question to ask. 

“No. I wouldn’t say he is. But honestly, I don’t know if I have a definition of ‘good’ anymore.” My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be. 

“I see. Miss, may I speak candidly?” Alfred asked, picking up a spoon and polishing it. 

I swallowed, “You may.” 

“It appears to me like you are dreading this lunch with your father. What service are you doing yourself if you go?” 

I blink, trying to gather my thoughts. “If I also am speaking candidly, the service I would be doing for myself would be protecting myself.”

Alfred’s eyes narrowed, “In what way?” 

I shook my head. I revealed too much. “Protecting myself from a positively boring time! I mean the man doesn’t even like Skip-Bo! Can you imagine, Alfred?” 

“A truly horrific man I see.” His voice had a strange edge to it. One that I was unfamiliar with. 

I laughed and muttered so quietly under my breath that he couldn’t hear, “Truly a horrific man.” 

We didn’t say anything to each other after that. I politely excused myself and got ready for my hellish lunch plans.

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I arrived at lunch at exactly 12:30. Usually I was a meticulously early person, but this small action was a quiet rebellion.

My heart sank when I saw the back of my father. His leg bounced. He was annoyed. Wonderful.

“I would think that for your mother’s memory, you at least try to be more punctual.” He said, already snipping at me.

“Mkay.” I purposely dismissed him. A new fire lit beneath me. Suddenly I didn’t care about his petty little comments or his opinion at all. 

I saw as he sat across from me; he was fully assessing me. Taking in every detail. 

“Why are your hands bandaged?” He asked. 

“Work accident.”

His eyes narrowed like he didn’t believe me. It didn’t really matter. I wasn’t technically lying.

“Do you ever feel guilty?” The question caught me so off guard I didn’t know what to do with it.

“Guilty?” I asked, clearly confused.

“That you could never figure out how to heal her.” He said the words as if they were special blows to my body. 

“Yes of course I do,” I said. 

“You don’t visit her grave. You don’t call. You don’t text. It’s like you never wanted to be a part of our family in the first place. Your mother would want us to be on good terms.” 

I took a long breath in through my nose and roughly exhaled. “Do you want something? That’s usually when you try to use her to manipulate me.” 

“Manipulate you! This is coming from the girl who would cry for my wife every time I tried to discipline her. You’re the manipulative ungrateful brat!” 

I got up quickly. Leaving behind more cash than both our bills and tips combined. “Every time I give you a chance you show me who you are. I keep thinking there is more to you or that you will change. Well, newsflash, you’re not going to. I don’t need you in my life. I don’t want you in my life.” 

Alongside the cash, I slapped down a court-ordered restraining order. 

“Good riddance.” 

I practically ran out of the restaurant. I didn’t wait to see his reaction. I quickly got into my car and drove off. Tears welled up in my eyes. Breathing became difficult. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know if he had men trailing me or not. 

I tried my best to keep it together as I drove back to Wayne Manor. I kept it together as I walked in the door. I kept it together walking up the stairs. I kept it together as I shut my door behind me. But after that? I crumpled in on myself. 

I sobbed until no tears came out and my chest hurt. I choked on the air, not being able to get enough. My mind couldn’t catch up with my body. I couldn’t get enough air in. It felt like my throat was closing. My fingers went cold and numb. Logically I knew I was having a panic attack. But I couldn’t calm myself down. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My clothes became too tight. Helpless I started trying to take them off but I couldn’t they wouldn’t come off they were stuck to my body they would be there forever itching my skin until I couldn’t breathe and I died on the floor forever and ever and ever—

Strong hands gripped my face, “Breathe! Y/n breathe in! Like this,” Jason was laying on the floor with me, one hand on my chest the other on my face. He motioned inhaling in for five seconds and out for seven. In for five. Out for seven. The panic slightly eased but I still was trying to claw off my shirt. Once again I felt restricted and trapped. My breathing increased again. Jason grabbed both my hands with one of his and with his other hand he tore my shirt open. 

Instantly I felt like I could breathe. 

“That’s it. In and out. In and out. In and out,” he kept demonstrating for me until I had been steadily breathing for a few minutes. He just stayed with me for a while breathing with me. Our chests rose and fell together. I felt the warmth of his exhale against my cheek. It felt safe in that moment. Safer than I’ve felt for a long time. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, his voice small. Smaller than I thought possible. 

Some part of me did but I didn’t think I was ready to reveal all of it yet. “I gave my dad a restraining order today.” I couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that rose in me. Soon I was snorting I was laughing so hard. “God, my life is such a joke!”

I felt Jason stiffen. He was surprised by this. Almost angry by this news. “Why? What shit did he do?” 

I shook my head my laughter dying down. “Can we talk about something else right now? Please?” 

Jason’s eyes darkened like he was remembering that piece of information for later. “I’m sorry for being a jackass last night. I get these nightmares and I get so confused and very hostile. I should have warned you not to try and help me.” 

I shook my head, “It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have tried to help you anyway.”

Jason gave me a pained look and gently ran his thumb along the edge of my jaw. “Why are you so nice? Why are you so good?” 

“Do you have a definition for good?” I asked, my voice suddenly husky, realizing how close we are and responding to his touch. 

“No. I just think of you,” he said, almost a whisper. 

I felt my cheeks heat, “Thank you for thinking that. I just don’t— you don’t know the things I’ve done. The people I’ve helped. It’s all gray, Jason. I promise if you find out more about me you won’t like it.” 

“I sincerely doubt that.” 

As if waking up from a trance Jason shot up. He tossed me a blanket, covering my exposed chest. He cleared his throat. 

“So, we are even now. You barged in on me. I barged in on you. Even Steven, all set, no worries. Goodbye.” 

Stunned into silence I watched as Jason left. What the fuck just happened? 

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Jason was just getting to leave when he heard it. The worst sound he had ever heard in his life. The sounds of whimpering and choking sobs came from y/n’s room. Without another thought, he ran into her room. He found her lying on the floor, gasping for breath, and clawing at her own skin. He had to comfort her. He had to help. So he soothed the ways he had been soothed before. He stayed with her. He helped her in the ways he knew he could. But as if snapping back to reality, his promise to himself to stay away set in. 

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! The plan was to stay away from her not be her knight in shining armor! God, why the fuck can’t I stay away? I couldn’t stand hearing her cry or struggling to breathe. It was like something in me cracked open. I had no choice but to help her.  Jason thought. 

He threw on the red hood and stormed out of the house needing to regroup and blow off some steam. Maybe he would look into her father. But no that had to do with her. That’s off limits! Off limits, Todd! Off fucking limits! God, he needed to hit something.

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[ghostmaldo]

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ RE3 Remake: Taking care of Sick Jill and Carlos (Seperate) with GN!Reader~General head cannons 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

I am barely recovering from being sick from a week long cold and this sort of just manifested into my head and I thought, why not? Less evil in this Resident.

No warning, just natural sickness and fluuuuff

I didn’t really proof read this… my bad

Ask box open 💙

Play list I listened to while writing this—> Best of Resident Evil on Spotify ^^

~Maldo

❀ Jill Valentine ❀

~So, I picture SO and Jill have been living together for sometime in their shared apartment. It started with a slight sneezing fit throughout the day. Nothing a bit of allergy medicine couldn’t fix. However, by the end of the day SO would notice shes doing clearing of her throat more often and ask her about it. She’d simply reply with: “My throats just a little dry.”

~However, by the next morning Jills throat is completely raw, her nose is stuffed up, body aches, chill. Mad suffering. She insists she can walk it off but with some firm convincing from SO she’s politely shoved back into bed while they run to the nearest store to get her some medicine and things that are easy on the stomach. Jill sleeps the entire time their gone and only stirs agains when she hears the front door open. An instinct of hers.

~SO comes back with the best of medicine, sports drinks in her favorite flavor and of course some chicken noodle soup in the shape of stars. Upon seeing the stars printed on the front label she laughs (In a sickly way) “Stars… really?” SO nods and claims it would help her feel better.

~Having a warm bowl of soup and medicine admisintered by SO. Jill melts into the blankets and knocks out for the next several hours. She’s incredibly touched by her SO checking in on her every once and awhile. She’s always slightly aware when they enter their shared bed room, placing their slightly cold hand on her forehead or cheek to check for her temperature. But she keeps her eyes closed and allowed them to make her comfortable. It’s… a nice feeling for her.

~A real swooning moment would be when SO exits the room again. Gently closing the door behind them as to not disturb a resting Jill Valentine.

~When Jills feeling up to it. SO would help them into a warm bubble bath to help with the congestion. Afterwards, SO can suggest rubbing Vix on her chest to further help with the snuffles.

~A repeat of this cycle and after a few days. Jill starts to feel good as new. On the first day shes feeling much better but still a little groggy. Shell crawl out of bed with a blanket and find SO. Who’s currently on the couch doing one of their own activities quietly, though they are happy to see Jill out of bed. Together they take a nap with the sun rays warming them from the window. It’s the final medicine dose Jill needs to be back at 100%.

~Snuggles and forehead kisses with Jill make Maldo’s heart melt

“Thank you for taking care of me for the last few days. Ive been so use to taking care of myself I forgot what it was like to be dotted on.”

~Que a warm embrace and a tender kiss

❀ Carlos Oliveira ❀

~Carlos makes it everyone’s problem that his sick and by everyone I mean his SO. While his groaning and tossing and turning in his bed. SO finally comes to check up on him and his just laying there with these big merciful doe eyes. Before he has a chance to say anything, his body send him into a coughing fit that has him curling back into bed.

~SO: “I told you you were getting sick-“

~Pillow thrown at them from the man baby.

~Anyhow, SO proceeded to find some medicine in their apartments cabinet and a thermometer to take his temperature along with a cold rag. Poor guy did look really pale and clammy. If Carlos does have a fever, SO has to be prepared to wrestle the blankets off of him as his shivering from said fever.

“Carlos you have a fever!”

“I’m coooold!”

~Finding a can of chicken soup with stars in the kitchen. SO leaves Carlos with a movie running in their shared bedroom while they warm up the soup on the stove for him. As they read the medicine has to be taken with food or he’ll be sick and with an upset stomach-

~When he sees the bowl of soup he scowls slightly. “Haha very funny…. Staaars (S/O)” Listen I thought it was funny

~Will not let his SO leave his side. After the medicine starts to make him drowsy he literally pulls SO into bed with him and snuggles against them. And looordy is he a heater even without his blankets. Carlos claims he’ll only get better if he has his beloved next to him the entire time. With a sigh, SO relents, but faces away from him as the little spoon as a precaution to avoid getting sick themselves.

~Only takes about a day or two to recover and is ready to go back out into the world. As a token of his appreciation for dealing with him. Carlos takes SO out for dinner at their favorite restaurant.

“Hey, thanks for the last few days. I was a brat… but I appreciate you for taking care of me.”

~Que forehead kiss and Carlos wrapping an arm around their shoulders and pulling them in closer.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Sharp and Heavy Hand

WDIM (1) Leave (2)

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: R starts the chess match, L is annoyed, D is annoying, E is forever the neutral baby in this fics

> a/n: i just wish Lesso would finally catch on what's happening, i want to see her win this chess match between her and R lol (talking as if i'm not the author)

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Really? No clues? None? Not one?”

Turning towards you, the Storian floated in an irritated manner. “One more question, and I will impale you.” Your eyes widened, and you took a step back, actually fearing for yourself. Yet, despite fearing for yourself, you even managed to crack a joke.

“You wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t you? That isn’t part of the plan.”

Tilting her whole being, the Storian replied, “Who said it wasn’t?”

Raising your arms in defeat, you scurried out of the room and hurried down the stairs, trying to get away from the psychopathic mind of the Storian. Who knows? Maybe she’ll actually do what she was thinking of.

As you were running away from your supposed companion for your story, a cane managed to snag your arm and stop you from entering the castle of Good. “And what has got you running like a damsel in distress at this time of the day?”

Letting out a shriek, you managed to turn around and slap the closest person around you. Unfortunately for you, that person happened to be one of the people who can actually banish you from this world. Seeing the person you hit, you let out a gasp, clasping your hands together and covering your mouth.

Hissing at the stinging pain on her cheek, Lesso wiped the blood off her face. “You certainly have a sharp aim for an Ever.” She glanced at her bloodied thumb and added, “and a heavy one too.”

Regaining your composure after hearing her words, you quickly grabbed her cheeks. “Oh my! Lady Lesso, I am so sorry!”

Your abrupt action caused the red-headed dean to widen her eyes and feel the blood rushing towards her face. “Do you need anything?” You continued your onslaught on her face, checking her cheeks and touching her forehead once you felt her getting warm. "Your face is getting red! Come, you need to see the nurse, quick!”

Snapping out of her reverie, Lesso took your hands in hers and gently pushed you away. “I’m fine.” She cleared her throat. “You should head to wherever you were going.” Pursing her lips, she took your shoulders and turned you towards the castle of Good, then left.

As the adrenaline wore off, you felt a stinging pain in your cheek, the very place where your slap had landed on Lesso’s face. Touching it gently, you winced. “Ow.”

Dear Clarissa, Whatever your hunches were, you are right. Do not bother me with this information once you finish your incoherent squealing after reading this. Much hate, Leonora.

Within the school for Good, there were stomping sounds in the hallways as the blonde dean sprinted from her quarters to her friend's. Once she reached her destination, she gave three knocks and burst into the room.

“Emma! Emma!” Dovey dove into the bed and shook Emma Anemone’s shoulders. When her actions did not wake her friend up, Dovey proceeded to stand and jump on Emma’s bed.

Groaning at the movements, Emma took her pillow and threw it at Clarissa. “Stop jumping, you brainless idiot!” With this, Clarissa stopped jumping and sat down, her face not losing the grin she had been sporting ever since she read the letter.

“I will let that slide because of the circumstances,” Clarissa stated before waving the letter at Emma’s face. “Look! Read it!”

Sitting up, Emma opened her nightstand and wore her reading glasses before taking the letter from Clarissa. At each word that Emma read, her smirk widened. “Ha!” Emma took off her glasses and gave the letter back to Clarissa. “Congratulations, Dovey,” she stated before kicking Clarissa out of her bed.

"Now let me sleep." Emma flicked her fingers together to turn off the lights.

[yukirayu]

hii! i am absolutely blown by your analysis of Taku and Madarame: To Heal and To Hurt, and it gave me alot more insight into how Taku is a great foil for other characters. i kept thinking about the CG artwork of Taku's painting. it seems like the vacancy of the center square might represent the removal of a webtag or even the eventual disappearance of Towa's past trauma which Taku tried so hard to suppress. do you have any thoughts on the painting as a whole?

Hi, I apologize for replying to this several months later. Sorting through my drafts/WIPs or the things I need to do in general got me rather distracted, to say the least, but I am committed to seeing this through.

Thanks so much of course for reading and liking the metas. I'm always glad to hear that others like it and that I've managed to get the message through.

Now as for my opinion, I will give the disclaimer that said opinion is greatly inspired by what this person said in their breakdown of the paintings, as well as an art I saw that did their own breakdown about what the red square represented.

If anything, I may as well be parroting what they said in the site, albeit with different wording; since as someone who has no experience in art, analyzing paintings isn't exactly what I'd call my strongest suit let alone something I have confidence in.

But true enough, the image does really give off the image of a medical patch that Taku is trying as hard as he can to keep intact by either reapplying or patching over with a new one... even if he can't keep truly contain the "blood" that is the pain and trauma left by Towa's past, or even Taku's own hurts that are both connected to Towa's ordeal and the tragedy that he had contended with alone (his mother and the debt he had accrued as a result of his family situation) even before Towa came along.

It might even represent how Taku has a hard time keeping his own troubles in check and is better (or at least more proactive and willing) at doing the same for others. Because try as he might, the cracks start to show (or bleed, in this case), partly because he's not good at lying or hiding things, and partly because there's only so much he can handle until he finally snaps from it all; hence why he has a darker side that manifests in his route, where the way the plot progresses makes things reach a breaking point for him.

That aside, from purely aesthetic point of view, it is relatively simple looking, especially when you compare it to the other paintings. Like I've said, I'm no artist myself, so I can't really give a good description of what I think of this and that painting without risking coming across as pretentious and such. But at the very least, I find it pleasing to look at because of its simplicity.

One other thing about it that I think is rather understated (as well as incredibly touching) is how it's the only painting that gets featured in the cover for the AfterStory drama CDs. I think that this is becase while it's a very apt visual reflection of Taku's guilt and burdens, which Towa knows very well with how perceptive he is (and it's even the focus of his Interrogations with Taku), it is also a representation of Towa's own longing for Taku the entire time the latter was in prison.

Heck, it even becomes a topic of conversation in the first track, which leads to one of my favorite moments between them:

Towa: You’re not going to ask me who’s the inspiration of those paintings? Taku: …No…  Towa: You’re not interested in knowing?  Taku: That’s not it…! But… Towa: But?  Taku: (slightly insecure) Of course I’m curious. I mean… who were you painting?   (Towa says nothing and simply chuckles at Taku’s cluelessness.) Taku: (flustered and annoyed) Hey…! Towa: (still a hint of laughter in his voice) Oh, sorry. I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to figure it out, so I just…  Taku: …What do you mean by that? Towa: (moves closer to Taku) All those paintings, who do you think they are of? (leans even closer and answers in an affectionate whisper) Murase… Takuma.

It's really telling that after Towa paints something, he no longer really cares for it and doesn't mind whatever anyone else does to it. But this painting, he treasures it enough to keep it in Taku's apartment (or rather, their home, together).

That, and one other significant detail: when it comes to Towa's modus operandi regarding his painting, he only ever paints each model once, no exceptions. Why? Because he wants to capture the very first time his model's innermost desire is fulfilled; in other words, when their euphoria is at its apex. It's why he won't agree to a second time, since the impact is no longer the same.

However, the narration for Taku's Euphoria ending as well as some other lines from Towa in the drama CD made it apparent that while that painting with the white splotches and the red square is his magnum opus of Taku, there were countless other paintings and sketches that he made of the man.

His way of coping, of waiting for Taku to serve his time, to reflect and come back a changed man, was to reflect his memory and feelings for him on paper and canvas, over and over and over, each one definitely distinct from one another (even if we never get to see those other artworks).

So... there. I hope that I still made sense at the end of this post, and I really hope it was a satisfactory answer for you. Again, I am so sorry for the delayed response, but I really appreciate getting this ask. 🥺

[tengenscvmbvdd1]

what the hell are we.

sukana x black reader pt2

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Last thing he said to me was i gotta earn his heart. That's sum bullshit. I dont even care no more, Dick wasnt even that good. He fucked me and left me, like some whore, I can'g believe that shit. But it's been 3 months already. I decided to date a man by the name of Muja Akutski. He's my everything for real, buh he be playing with my feelings and ofc niggas ain' shit gurl so i shit you not, Dick ain' good at 'll. I can't stand that shit.

" Yo, y/n, bring yo ass up in here." He called out from the living room, my living room btw. " Whats up baby?" He stared at me for too long, and i could tell he's pissed off, and i was confused of why, as usual. " Why u ain' clean tha kitchen." I was quick " Cause i ain mess it up muja, the fuc', Don't bring yo goofy ass ova here, of u gon fuck my house up, u gotta clean shit up." Slap!!

i looked up teary eyed, As usual, i get hit by him, But i cant leave him, i leave imma want sukana dick again, i can't get ova it, as much as i want to. But back to the problem.

" Muja what the fuck? ." He looked at me crazy, " Crazy ass bitch ain' gon b talkin crazy to me when i fuck yo pussy righ." I rolled my eyes and replied quickier than a rat eating a crumb " Yo dick lame anyways boy, Get the fuck out my house muja."

" No bitch." i know how to get his ass though y'all. " I'm calling Yujji and gojo if you dont get out." He had a bit of fear in him but then he's seen as bold for a minute, " Call them bitchass niggas ova y/n, I dont give a fuck."

i pull out my phone nd dial they number. Burrrrr......burrrr, Burrrrr..."uh hello"

" toru' , this nigga keep hitting me and calling me names, please come over and beat his ass toru". he looked upset in the phone but he rains hell on me the next minute, " y/n, i'm sorry, me and yujji are on a mission, and i'm showing him stuff out here in yokohama, Call ryomen."

thats no.

" Its fine toru, i'll hand-." Yujji pops up and he says " Y/n if u dont call ryomen i will, I'm not letting this gremlin touch u nm! Call him y/n."

" Muja leave.". I already know what he's gonna say. " Why should i leave im not scared of a punk ass nigga, Bring ryomen, Such an ugly ass name, Tell him i whoop yo ass."

burrrr....burrrr.....burrrrr.....

" wsp mamas?"

i hate when he does that. " Sukana, can u come to my dorm." i turn away from muja and cover my mouth to the phone, " I am being hit by muja again-." Muja starts breaking stuff in my room and house in general. " Yeah im on the way."

Muja finally decided to throw a vase ag my head, " ja, Stop this shit please, sukana gonna handle yo shit, Act like u have sense or you gon die, Stop breaking my shit!!!!!!!! I work hard for all of this." he goes breserk, " What to fuck gojo for the fucking money to but u all of this? Ur a dirty ass hoe, U bitch, U AINT NUN BUT I USED UP SEX TOY TO ME ANYWAYS, I AINT NEVER SEEN SOMEONE SO EASY-."

we hear a laugh from the front door and see sukana already invited himself in " your sex toy is funny. i suggest u leave right now.".

Muja raises his hand to me, " U fucking bit-." i hear a slice. and i see muja head fall to the ground. but he still capable of breathing and talking. " U wanna talk about sex toy and shit, I rmb last time y/n called me a lil boy, well u have one right here mamas..". " lets give him sum rq."

We were already in my room, when ryo start touchin on me, " Sukana stop ! You left me last time and now u wanna put ur dick inside of me again? Nigga your crazy as fuck, Get out.!"

" Mama i aint leave u."

"thats exactly what u did."

" lemme make it up.".

In no time, Im faced down, Ass up, In front of the living room mirror with sukana fucking my brains out again. " 'kuna...mghn, can't take more, sensitive.". "nu uh baby, we gotta let this broke trick see how good i can fuck you, show u how yo real man fuck u other than a little side shit.".

His head infact is set up prettily on the nightstand next to the couch, stilk alive watching this unfold with tape on his mouth. Im clenching around his dick, about to cum, but i know better, he tells me when to cum, i dont call the shots.

" dont know why u left this bitch in my pussy anyway y/n, yk i'm the only to hit this shi, so i need you to count after each lash upon ur ass mama, and count."

SLAP !

" ah ryo."

"count"

"Mghn ahh! one."

As he keep putting lashes across my ass while fucking me senselessly, my pussy is clencing around him so good, i start feeling him tighten up and his rhythm gets sloppy.

" kuna can i cum."

" nu uh, come ride this dick for me baby."

he slides out and sits on the couch, sukana puts his hands on my waist and turns me around, I have my knees on the couch, and i'm still facing the mirror, as i lower myself down, my pussy is still senstive, so i try not to sit completely but sukana pulls me down. " baby, dont fuck with me, dont run from the dick baby, sit the fuck on the dick and take it, U took fuck bitches dick well, whats wrong with mines, bouce on this shit."

i start crying for real now, i feel everything.

" s'kuna please, Please i cant, 's too much."

" u can baby, ur strong, strong enough to shut up, and fucking bounce."

as im bouncing, moaning and crying and whining. I feel it, fucking.

" kuna kuna kunakunakunakuna AH MNGH AH OMG."

squirt all over his dick, the mosy lewd noises start, when i go back to boucing, sobs, moans. i hear sukana groan in my ear, and he praises me, he pulls me back while i ride, pinching my tities while fingering my clit, he keeps fucking my pussy.

" f-fuck, y/n, g'na make u a mama, tired of playin'"

muja starts losing his shit but sukana didnt care, He nutted in me, still going.

" gonna look so pretty with my baby y/n."

muja lifeless head now rolls, and stops in front.

" are u staying this time kuna."

" yeah, i'll stay with u."