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The Favor 12

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Warnings- mentions of a Dom/sub dynamic, anxiety mention, misogyny, we hate Danny club tee shirts being passed around, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of relationship trauma

Danny hadn’t always been a bad boyfriend. 

At first he had been kind and sweet. With him being a tad bit more outgoing than Y/N, he had brought her into his friend group and integrated her as one of them. He had brought her flowers for their 6 month anniversary, they went on dates on the weekends twice a month, and it was nice. Solid, steady. 

Until he got a little too comfortable. 

Y/N could see it now that she had removed her heart from the equation. Danny was lazy, and it had shown more and more as the year mark hit, and then two years, and she had to remind him of Valentine’s Day, make the birthday plans, schedule the dates, or go along with the plans he’d made with his friends. He would get her gifts on those occasions, yes, but the most stereotypical things. It had lacked thought. Flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s Day were nice! She didn’t want to come across as ungrateful ever- but when he’d gotten her dark chocolate when he should have known she really disliked it, it made it a little less sweet- pun intended. 

If someone were to ask Y/N why she stayed so long,  she wouldn’t have one singular answer. Comfort? Familiarity? Routine? Perhaps lack of self esteem? She wasn’t sure. Being raised to think you had a specific way of doing things, of dating, engagement, then marriage, she hadn’t really been given many other examples. Growing up, her parents had been high school sweethearts, as had both of their parents. There was no breaking up, it was a one and done type of deal. 

She wasn’t sure if that was set in stone, though. It was an unspoken rule, something left unsaid like a thinly veiled threat in the night air. They spoke of the great love story of finding your one and only and it made her feel like she had to stick to that too. She’d never asked her mother about it, because she never really entertained the idea of having any other partner. 

It was easy with Danny in the way that she knew what to expect. She knew his habits, she knew his work, his schedule. She knew his friends, his plans for life, there were no surprises. Nothing that would jump back out and bite her, catch her off guard as he slowly leaned into being less attentive.&

Maybe that’s why even when she started having doubts she had stuck them to the back of her mind. 

There was no denying that Harry had been a very, very big part in all of it. The funny part of it was, she wasn’t sure that the sex bit was what truly got her to reconsider even if it had started it all. As incredible, euphoric as she felt- it was the way she felt afterwards. Before, even. When they sat in his bed and he stroked her cheek, feeding her cubes of cantaloupe or strawberries sliced in half, or when he’d picked up a carton of her yogurt and granola after mentioning what she usually had for breakfast at home. 

It was how gentle he handled her not only physically, but emotionally. He checked in, he cared, he asked her multiple times what she liked and what she didn’t. If it was okay to touch her certain ways, if he could kiss her. Just little things that seemed so minuscule in size if you looked at it from the outside but felt so big to her that it tore at her heart. 

He’d gotten her that damn water bottle, he’d gotten used to washing her hair when they shared showered, he used that tender tone of voice that had her bones feeling flexible as she melded into him each and every time. 

And another thing she had found to like about Harry, was the fact that he was just… dominant in most regards.

It wasn’t overly so. He wasn’t this complete alpha, macho man, fists banging on the chest sort of guy. He didn’t walk into the room and demand to be the biggest and baddest in the room. It was understated, quiet. If you looked at him you could just… see. Feel it. You could see he held it together well, that he liked control in the way he kept things organized and held eye contact regardless of who it was. He very rarely shied away from a situation. In fact, Y/N felt very special for being one of the only people she had seen make him blush or get flustered. 

It was second nature to him to just do. To pick up where she left off. So it did make her wonder what else she could do for him. How she could help him relieve stress. Yes, there was the sexual aspect that she was more than willing to hand over whenever he wanted (no exaggeration- any time, any place) but she wanted to be the person he allowed himself to loosen up with. 

She’d seen glimpses. Silliness and joking, that sort of tenderness that he didn’t seem to give to anyone else, but she wanted to make his life easier. Researching the dynamics between dominants and submissives, she had some questions- but the first thing she needed to do was cut off the dead weight- the only thing holding them back. 

—-

Meeting at the park was a good idea. She could tell by his face that he had a clue what was going to happen and as much as she tried not to, she did feel a tiny sliver of guilt. 

Y/N didn’t necessarily cheat, no. She’d had full permission, ecstatic permission, actually. He’d handed her over to Harry. Being realistic she knew he didn’t realize it would be an option that he wouldn’t get her back. Danny was headstrong in a way she found a lot of men were. He didn’t consider the possibility that she actually did know what she wanted and once she had a taste, she would want that for herself all the time.

“You’re leaving me for him.”

“Not necessarily.” She sighed, crossing her arms around her body. “It isn’t just about him. It’s about the fact that we aren’t compatible anymore, and we haven’t been in a long time.”

Danny scoffed, tilting his head towards the sky. “So, what? I’m nice? I let you go and see and play around to explore that shit and now you’ve gotten addicted to that sort of stuff? We can get you to therapy, because it isn’t healthy. But obviously it was a mistake to hand you off to him-“

“Yes. If you loved me, if you truly wanted me, Daniel- you’d never, ever want someone else to touch me.” She remembered how Harry had said he didn’t want to share her. Look, sure. But never touch. “You said the shit I’m into is weird, you shame me, then pawn me off to your friend which… it’s dangerous. The both of us are lucky Harry is genuinely an amazing guy-“ she shot him a look as he let out a noise but continued anyways. “Harry is amazing and kept me safe. He taught me the safe ways of doing things. And I liked it. I’m not going to lie to you, I really liked all of it and I know you aren’t into it.” For once, her face softened.

“And you don’t have to be. I don’t judge you for not wanting to do it. I never have. I was upset by your reactions and how you made me feel bad, but I would never ask you to do something you truly aren’t comfortable with. But if this is something I want, something I find myself needing to be fulfilled, I’m not going to try to change you or myself to try and salvage a relationship that was barely working anyways.”

“Barely working?” Danny looked genuinely confused. “The fuck are you talking about.” Again, her anger bubbled under the surface, but the exhaustion of the whole thing kept her from exploding. 

“Danny, you barely gave me attention. When you apologized the first time and we went out to the bar, you brushed me off the whole time. You treated me like an accessory. There was no passion to our relationship.” Y/N wasn’t sure how he didn’t see that. “We had the same conversations every day, barely had any excitement. I don’t think you loved me- I think I was convenient. And I don’t hold that against you either, but I think I was convenient to you.”

“That’s just how relationships are! They even out and get a little boring.” He defended, nostrils flaring as he was obviously offended with her observation. She had a feeling he would get that way. It was just another reason why they needed to end things. 

“To a degree. After years of marriage and things settle down, your partner is supposed to become your best friend. And we barely speak to each other if it isn’t about plans, or something you want to. If I feel like talking about something I can physically see you tune me out. This was happening far before you even handed me off to Harry.”

“And he’s going to give you that?” He sneered, looking at her like she was some sort of idiot. It had been very clear since the beginning that Danny really did put people into boxes, and Harry was in the sexual deviant one. He had no ability to see the depth in people and that had always been something that bothered her about him, but seeing it now towards someone she was falling for made her angry. 

“I don’t know.” She snapped. “But regardless if it is him or not, you need to stop that. You just… you learn something about someone and you completely disregard them as people. You knew he was into some different stuff and all of a sudden he’s a whore, some kind of sexual deviant that can’t commit. He’s had partners, long term. He’s caring. He’s kind. He listens to what I have to say. It isn’t just sex every time I go over to his place, you understand that right?” 

He didn’t, obviously, but the way his brows pulled together and he looked at her like he didn’t know what she was talking about. “Did you expect him to string me up and hit me with a paddle a few times and me to run back to you?” She was positive that was the thought process as it was as soon as she saw the face he made. “We bond. We make breakfast or go out for it, we watch shows, we take his dog on a walk- the dynamic of this whole thing goes far past just sex, Danny. It’s trust. I know you did minimal research into what this actually is, but I’m telling you that we weren’t just going at it like bunnies. I’m not hypnotized by his dick. He’s so nice to me, and he listens, and he….” Y/N could feel herself getting emotional, so she had to reign it in. He didn’t need this sort of response from her. 

“Listen. I’m sorry. I know we had plans, but they’re not for me anymore. I have no idea if Harry wants to actually date me or not. I have no clue where my life is going, but I just don’t see us being together anymore.”

——

It was a bit anticlimactic. Danny couldn’t really argue with her, (even if he did try a few times). Not when it was so abundantly clear her mind was made up. It was over. Regardless of what he thought about Harry or her sexual preferences or anything she liked, it was her opinion that mattered. She’d been coasting for so long that she had forgotten how it felt to actually be behind the wheel. As terrifying as it was to navigate- it felt good. 

“A mixed box, please.” Y/N politely asked the worker at the donut shop, knowing Harry was a bit of a fiend for a donut with his coffee. “An extra chocolate though, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course! Half or whole dozen?” 

“Whole, please.” 

She checked her phone to see a text waiting from him, her mood lightening immediately as her eyes traced over the screen. 

H: You alright, sweetheart? Please text me when you’re on your way here x. 

H: p.s. I miss you a little. 

Her heart felt like it grew too big for her chest as she took a shaky inhale, thumbing over the keyboard to reply to the man. It had been ages since she had gotten giddy over a man texting her, Harry being the first one since she’d left school honestly. It wasn’t that she wanted to constantly compare her past relationship with him, but it was hard not to when everything felt so much better.

Y/N: hiiii ❤️ I’m good. I made a stop but as soon as I’m done here I’ll be on my way. Maybe 20? 

Y/N: p.s. I miss you a little bit too 

Tucking her phone back in her pocket, she thanked the girl and checked out at the register, tapping her card before taking the box and walking back out to her car. 

She was a single woman, now. Sort of? That was sort of a mystery. She was Harry’s. The fact was clear both in her heart and the bruises sucked over the swell of her breast, also coincidentally over her heart. The question laid in his hands, if they were an actual item or not. He’d proclaimed she was his what seemed to be a million times but how far did that go? 

It wasn’t like she was dumb- she knew there were feelings in both ends. Men didn’t act like that unless they were actually wanting you. She knew she wasn’t completely naive for feeling somewhat confident that Harry would want her, but it was the question of in what way. As a submissive? As a girlfriend? That question would be asked tonight, but right now she really just needed a hug. 

There was no need to knock anymore as she scales the porch steps and approached the door, instead punching in the code to his security system and pushing the door open. The clicking of nails alerted her to Buttons before she even saw the pup, eagerly running towards her with a happy yip. 

“Hello, my darling.” She cooed, hanging her purse up on the hook and toed her shoes off. “These are not for you, M’sorry. We can get you a treat though. Where’s daddy, hm?” 

“Kitchen!” He called through the house, making her smile widen. She could smell coffee, the dark roast permeating the air as she padded towards the room. It was one of the best times of day to be in the room, sunlight pouring through the wide windows. Even better to frame him as he leaned against the island, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. 

He was always beautiful, but seeing him in this light- literally and metaphorically- had her tummy swirling. His hair fluffy from the shower this morning and pushed off his head, the facial hair he had let grow because she said she liked it, the tee shirt tucked into linen pants, all of it was enticing. It felt more intense now that there was no real barrier holding her back from allowing her to think those sorts of things about him. 

“Excuse me, miss? What’s in that box?” His voice tilted as his smile grew, looking at the familiar pink box. 

“You know what’s in the box.” She hummed, placing it down next to him. “It’s where I stopped. I’m sorry to say I broke into them and ate a chocolate one on the drive here, but there’s 11 others in there for you to choose from.” 

“How will I ever forgive you.” His eyes rolled as he uncrossed his arms and pulled her into them, seeming to know what she needed before she could even utter a word about it. He knew what she went to do and while it was exciting, he knew she had been slightly anxious about the reaction. “You alright, darling? Seriously?” 

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was being in the safety of his arms and realizing that he was the only one she felt this safe with, if it was the slight exhaustion from not being able to sleep well, or the emotion of letting go of something that had once felt like her life, but she felt the wall hit her. Nodding into his chest, she stayed buried there as the tears bubbled over her lashline. 

“Oh, Angel. M’sorry. That’s a dumb question.”’he sighed, curling his hand around the back of her head and gently running his fingers through her hair. “I know. S’been a lot, the last few weeks. But you’re safe here, yeah? We don’t have to talk about it, or we can. It’s up to you.”

She knew he did want to. He wouldn’t press her because he was a good man and he was considerate of her feelings, but he wanted to know what happened and considering the entirety of this, she wanted to. It just… needed to be in a minute. Arms wrapped around his form as she took in unsteady breaths, trying to calm herself down. It was easier said than done when he felt like the lifeline now, but she didn’t want to cry over it. 

“We can.” She gave a watery laugh as she turned her cheek to rest on him, letting herself breathe properly instead of keeping herself shoved against his body. “I’m not upset because we broke up. I-I don’t really care about that, actually. I’m glad. He didn’t take it well but he also didn’t throw a tantrum. It just upset me because I was seeing him for one of the first times as who he was instead of m-making excuses and I felt a little dumb for staying for so long.” It was embarrassing.

Harry knew she wasn’t done so he didn’t interrupt, continuing the soothing strokes as she stayed leaning against him. “He puts people in boxes. Like he… he thought you were one dimensional and so was I. Thought that I didn’t actually know what I w-wanted, and that we were just fucking this whole time. Couldn’t believe that we were actually bonding and that you could possibly like me, or vice versa, outside a bedroom.” Her scoff made him chuckle just a bit, leaning his head down to kiss the top of hers, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. 

“And it really hit me how he couldn’t fathom that you have feelings that go past sexual deviancy or that I actually know what I want and I wasn’t just addicted to sex or something. Did you know he used to get me chocolates for Valentine’s Day but he’d get dark, and I hate dark chocolate.” She sniffled. “Or he’d make me plan stuff because I was ‘better’ at it. I just felt in charge of everything except plans with his friends, unless it had to do with getting a gift for a wedding or baby shower or birthday. Then I could handle it because… I don’t know. I was leading the whole thing and I wasn’t getting anything in return and I’m just now realizing how shitty I felt the whole time. I think I just coasted the whole time b-because my family did the whole high school or college sweetheart things and I felt like I needed to, too.”

It made a lot of sense to him, now, why she felt she needed this. The dynamic. Naturally submissive, he knew, but being forced to take the role that she didn’t want for the sake of a relationship she was trying to keep afloat merely because she felt a responsibility? His poor fucking girl. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I know it isn’t exactly the sort of thing you want to hear and it won’t make it better, but I’m sorry. It hurt you, it made you feel under appreciated and taken for granted. You didn’t deserve any of that.” 

It wouldn’t make a difference now but he wished he had met her first. Met her before Danny had gotten to her and been able to snatch her up, give her the sort of attention she properly needed, take care of her the way she had always been craving. For someone who didn’t naturally have that sort of instinct he had to imagine it was exhausting. Harry took pride in being the planner, the provider. He liked being in charge and knowing what was happening, making things easy and smooth. But for Y/N who already didn’t want to be doing it, he knew it had to have felt like she was trapped. 

“M’never going to make you do those things.” He murmured. “Not if you don’t want to. I don’t… it isn’t something that I’d ever want you to do if you didn’t want to. There is no right or wrong way to have a relationship, but the burden shouldn’t fall on only one person if they don’t want it to.” He smeared his lips in a ring of kisses around her hairline. “I know you don’t need me t’tell you that how you were treated wasn’t right, but I hope you know that you can tell me if you ever feel that way. If you… if you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to.” There was a pause. “When we’re not playing.” 

“I was gonna hold you to that.” She laughed against him, pulling her head back to look at him. “So, um.. I didn’t want to assume anything, but I’m gonna now and think that you want to.. that you like me enough to keep me around?”

Harry looked at her for a few moments before shutting his eyes, dropping his head to rest on hers. “If I hadn’t made it clear before, I think M’gonna make it even clearer now.” 

Y/N didn’t have a chance to breathe before he scooped her up to sit her in the counter, their lips fused together in a kiss she hadn’t fully felt before. Something he had held back, it lingered under it all as she easily melted into him.  It felt different, like a barrier had fallen off with the way he handled her. It was still delicate, still tender, but there was no hint of hesitancy in the way he led the kisses, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks as he cupped her face in those massive hands she loved so much. Unhurried, unrestrained but no sense of urgency. 

Like he knew now he didn’t have to rush, that he had more time to prove to her that he meant every unspoken word he poured into this. 

The slight salt of her tears reminded him to pull back, to pace himself. Oddly enough, he had no urge to have sex right now. Everything was soft. Silky. Lovelaced and sweet, hinted with the motivation to give her the relationship that she deserved. It meant he’d have to ask her what she would want, but right now he just wanted to bask in the feeling of her in his palms and the warm sun and sugary donuts in the box and the strong coffee finishing its brew across the kitchen. 

“Hi.” He smiled lightly as he pulled back, eyes hooded as he watched hers peel open to meet his own. Her lips were bare of anything but chapstick he had faint taste of- strawberry, he was positive of it- and slightly puffy from the kiss that had gone on for a bit longer than they should have been able to breathe. 

“Hi.” Her voice was a peep as the shyness took over her face, but Harry didn’t let her move from it. As much as she wanted to burrow back into his chest, he kept her chin up. The energy was palpable, giddiness rocking his belly as he tugged her lip from her teeth. No biting of lips near him, not right now. Even if it was cute. 

There was a lot to speak about in regards to them as a pairing, but he wanted to soak in this warmth for a bit before getting down to the gritty bit of it. The girl had brought him his favorite sweets, and he wanted to enjoy them with her.

“Do you want some coffee?” 

“Tea, please.” 

—

Harry hadn’t been positive Y/N would go through with it. 

That wasn’t a fault or doubt of her person, not at all. But he knew that she really didn’t like hurting people. That much had been something he’d learned very early on in knowing her. She had been mindful of Danny’s feelings the whole time, trying not to flaunt any of it in his face and not giving details unless he asked- which he hardly did. 

They’d not really gotten any sort of response about what they’d done in front of him but Harry knew he wasn’t going to say anything about it because he would be too ashamed to admit it. He wasn’t shocked, though, when he got text messages during the day while Y/N slept soundly on his lap while watching a movie as Harry worked on his phone. She never could stay awake when the movie turned on and he played with her hair. One hand had been gently massaging her scalp while the other typed on his screen when the message popped up on his screen. 

D: I don’t know what the fuck you did to her but I hope you’re happy. I trusted you with her, man. And you fucking stole her. She was mine. That shit you’re into is disgusting and you’ve brainwashed her or something, it’s fucked up. 

Harry almost laughed at the message until he remembered what Y/N had been so upset about. The fact she hadn’t been seen as a person with her own emotions and feelings during the duration of the relationship had hit her. It may have started out good but it ended badly when she realized that he didn’t think she could choose what she liked. This was a prime example of it. 

HS: I get being upset, but I didn’t steal her. She isn’t property. She’s capable of making her own decisions and you texting me something like that proves you don’t trust her judgment yet again. I’ll do my best to make her happy, I care about her more than you can fathom. 

HS: I won’t be by any group gatherings, so don’t worry about that. Bye. 

Harry muted the conversation. 

It really wasn’t something he needed to talk to about with him anymore. He wasn’t sorry, he didn’t regret anything, he didn’t think what they did was fucked up. He could go back and forth about how Danny had been the one to hand over his girlfriend and push her right into Harry’s arms but at what cost? Why would he bother? 

She was curled in his lap, head on his thighs with soft breaths puffing against his shirt. Buttons laid at his dog bed near the fireplace and he felt that happiness bubble up in his stomach again. This was what he wanted. 

The dominant and submissive dynamic was something he loved and he enjoyed, absolutely. But the base level of his desires was wanting a real relationship with this before all the rest of it fell into place. Happiness at the most base level, trust, peace. Finding the delicate balance. 

His eyes traced over her features as his mind wandered a bit. Was a full dynamic what she wanted? Was she looking for commitment right off the bat? Or did she need a little breathing room? 

That didn’t seem as likely considering how she’d come right back home to him. 

The knowledge that she didn’t have anything holding her back was something that pleased him endlessly. He didn’t have to worry about stepping on toes. While they hadn’t expressed out loud that they wanted to be in a full and committed relationship, he knew she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be. 

If he was honest with himself, he knew that an emotional affair had played a part in it. The both of them had been feeling things for each other for a bit, at least for him it had been a while. Y/N had poured her trust into him and he had taken that very seriously. He’d done his best to keep himself in check but now he really didn’t have to. 

It was astounding how fast emotions could form, how feelings could grow from a seedling planted in the pit of his belly to a full bloom that burst through his chest. She’d made a garden inside of him and he wanted her to see just how beautiful it could be, if she gave him the chance. A real one. 

Harry the dominant was one part of him but it wasn’t the whole part. He was a fully fleshed out human with faults. He was picky about keeping his house clean, he could be a bit pushy sometimes, he tended to isolate when he was upset about something. There was hints of insecurity and possessiveness in his personality, jealousy. God, he was a pathetically jealous person even if he tried to keep it under wraps. These were things she hadn’t exactly gotten to see, even if there were glimpses here and there. The underlying anxiety was there and prevalent that maybe she’d see those parts and not like him as much. 

The reminder that Y/N wasn’t that cruel circled back around and called him some, smiling as he felt her stir and scoot closer to him. Her nose nuzzled into his stomach, slow breathing evening out as she got comfortable again pressed up against him. The reminder that she also had faults that he hadn’t exactly seen yet was a comfort. He doubted that anything would truly scare him away, though. The obsession was already in place. 

“M’gonna do my best.” He whispered quietly, letting the back of his hand brush her warm cheek as she snoozed, unaware of his tender words under his breath. Unaware that it felt like he was holding the world in the palm of his hand now, and it was slightly terrifying as he tried to ensure he wouldn’t break it. “Gonna take care of you, sweet girl. Promise.” 

——

Their dinner was quiet. Harry had put on jazz music that was understated beneath their talking, the food was good, but there was no denying that they both knew a conversation laid ahead that would be a defining factor. 

As much as Harry tried to be calm about it, he was slightly nervous. Y/N looked slightly anxious and he tried to keep his shoulders relaxed but it was hard to when he was unsure what part she was anxious about. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. 

“I’m over Danny.” She blurted out. The dam had splintered and she felt like she couldn’t keep it back anymore. “I think I was over him for a long time. if he was in love with me, he would have never sent me to fuck around with someone else. If I was truly in love with him, I wouldn’t have agreed. I wouldn’t have been so eager to come and see you. It has been bothering me for a bit thinking maybe I was a bad person for wanting to move on so quickly but I think I had accepted subconsciously that it had been over for so long that it made it easier for me to feel almost single when I was around you.” Taking a gulp of air, she continued. To his credit Harry didn’t interrupt, merely folded his hands on the table and looked intently at her. 

“The last thing I want you to consider yourself is a rebound, though. I’ve been torn because… while I know I like you a lot, and I do- I really do like you,” she paused to give him a nervous smile. “I wanted to make sure that you understand that I never saw you as someone to move on with when I wasn’t distracted by him in the first place. Every single time we were together I forgot about him. As cruel as it sounds… maybe the first time I had thought about how much better it was and how this was what I was missing, that I knew he’d never be capable of the things I wanted- but being with you was never about him for me.”

Y/N knew she was a flawed individual and it wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t morally right to most people and she understood that. But this had felt like a natural turn of events for her.

“You’ve been at the forefront of my mind since we first met up at the coffee shop. I always thought you were slightly intimidating and very handsome, very kind- but once I had the go ahead to think of you as more, it never stopped. It only grew.” Her eyes dropped to her mostly finished plate as she took a deeper breath. It felt like an avalanche of words were trying to come out, all the things she had held back coming out now that she felt safe enough to. 

“I thought at first it really was a favor to him, that you were doing this because you were a good friend. But I… I’d like to think I have good enough senses to know that you enjoyed it too. You paid me more attention than anyone else ever has. From the texting to check in and remembering things I said off hand, to getting me things that are so unique to me and our conversations… it blew me away.” Her fingers fiddled with the napkin before she braved his eyes again. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I… I really would like to try. With you. The um, the dominant stuff too, but… more? If that's something you’d want.” 

“It is.” There was no hesitation in his answer, knowing she was losing steam in her rant. “It’s what I’ve wanted for a while. I tried very hard to be respectful at first, you know…” he swallowed, trying to find the words. “I wanted to be respectful because of you. I didn’t want to get out of turn. And then… I started to care less about it when I saw how little he cared about your relationship himself. I didn’t take the favor on directly because he asked me.” This was a revelation, just a bit. “I took it on because I knew you, I knew the… I know how it is wanting to try something and feeling like you’ve got no options. I also know how dangerous it could be with the wrong hands on you. And I cared for you, back then more so as a friend but I cared and didn’t want you to have a bad experience. I wanted it to be safe and pleasure filled and selfishly, I was attracted to you as it was.” 

He may have fooled himself into thinking it was for Danny but he knew deep down why he had done it. 

“I think that you took me by surprise. How well we worked together from day one. It felt like… you were made for me. Y’know?”

“Yeah.” She peeped. “I felt the same.”

The small smile on his lips was a reward for her, the table being a good divider for now. If it wasn’t there he knew he would be distracted by wanting to touch her. “Good. I was taken back by it and I wanted more n’more, I got selfish and greedy for a bit. I broke a little, having you in the cafe bathroom. Doin’ that, it was selfish for me. For us. There wasn’t anything pre planned and I knew by how you reacted I wasn’t exactly alone in the want to do more but I didn’t want to make you feel guilty, so I kept it back for a bit.”

It had been so difficult not to beg for me. Ask her to come over during the week when he felt especially lonely. Even just to have her sit in his bed and leave her scent all over the sheets or hear her padding around while he worked. That was the domesticity that he wanted. “It’s been more than sex for me for a while. I know the dynamic is more than that too, but I found myself wanting you around more. Wanting to do more things with you than what we were supposed to do. When we went out the first time together, had me all sort of nervous in the good way and I realized I was getting myself into something that could be really good, or really bad.” His heart had been on the line the whole time. 

“Listen.” Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together again as he had her eyes. “I want t’be with you too. I want more. I want… the fun side where we play and go to the club, all of that. But I want more, too. The dinners and having you in my bed, without fucking. The softer things. I know that in the past you mentioned you had to control everything in your last relationship and I wanted to warn you that m’not like that- I like control in all areas of my life. It’s one of those things I’ve tried to work on a bit. Not necessarily of you in the traditional sense but… I like t’plan the dates. I like to feel needed, don’t mind bein’ the one to take care of you as long as you save that softness for me. Jus’ like you loving on me and being that sweet girl that you’ve shown me so far, and it’ll make me happy.” His hands itched to grab her. “Does that sound like something you can deal with.”

“It sounds like it’s perfect.” A shaky laugh left her as she felt slightly like she was dreaming. “I want to know more about how I can give back to you if you’re doing all the controlling but I… I really like that idea. I don’t mind you being the one to do all those things.” His version was exactly what she wanted. 

“Good.” The sigh of relief was enough to relax his shoulders. “Now c’mon over here. You’ve been far away from me for far too long.”

Y/N scrambled up and rounded the table, a shy smile lighting up her face as she sat in his lap and giggled in surprise as his mouth met hers, eager and languid as his large hand held her hip. She felt safe. Giddy. Warm. She could get used to this. 

[hyuckswoman]

alumnusbf!mark helping you study

pairing: alumnus mark (who’s also your bf) x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you’re stressing over this one subject until your bf appears

“fucking hell” you mutter, your finals were in a week and you were currently studying the subject you have been dreading since the beginning of the study period. Studying for exams was not fun. Especially when you had this gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you were 100% going to fail.

markie

hey babe, you busy?

upon hearing the notification, you cursed at yourself as you swore you put your phone on do not disturb to avoid distractions .Yet here you were grabbing it to check the notification. turns out you did put your phone on do not disturb but since your boyfriend (who had to practically beg you to get removed off there texted you) was the origin of the notification, your phone still notified you.

being too lazy to write back, you just decided to call him

“hey, what’s up? I’m studying for my finals right now” you say after greeting him “oh really? I’m sorry to disturb then, how long have you been studying?” your boyfriend mark asks “hours. i literally had a full on mental breakdown studying the course because i suck at it and it feels like no matter how hard I study I just keep on failing” you say sighing “did you cry?” mark asks, maybe he knows you a little too well. “yea” you sigh yet again, it bothered you to see how big of a toll your academics were taking on you

“that’s a good thing then! wait no I don’t mean you crying is a good thing I meant it’s a good thing I’m on my way with food and stuff to give you a break” your boyfriend says making you laugh “mark, look I really truly appreciate it but I also really need to study” you say. honestly seeing how fucked you were because of this one course you couldn’t allow any distractions, and lord knows mark was a pretty big one

“no I know, we’ll just eat and then I’ll help you study. trust when I’ll leave you’ll be back in your academic weapon antics” mark says. after weighing your options (not that you had much of a choice seeing as though he was already on his way) you figured that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you had the chance of having a boyfriend who already graduated which meant he already passed this course so maybe it’d actually help

“hi babe, i brought food” your boyfriend says, you were glad you had a boyfriend that supported your big backed antics. “i might make you my male wife at this point” you said as he hugged you. you guys then decided to turn on the tv and put a show none of you cared about for the sole purpose of having some background noise.

“okay, we’ve been slacking off for long enough, let’s get to studying now” your boyfriend says. you almost forgot about your finals for a second.

“okay, we’re done making the flash cards, quiz time” mark says quietly laughing upon seeing your face. “every right answer you get, i’ll kiss you” he says finding a way to motivate you as you looked like you were on the verge of dying. “I don’t think it helps, you distract me too much. i’ll probably only remember the kisses and not the actual class material” you reply. As much as it didn’t look like it you were seriously (for once) in the mood to study, you couldn’t let this pretty man distract you no more.

a short while after you were thrown over your desk defeated because what do you mean you only got like half the questions right???

“I don’t understand I’ve spent literal hours trying to memorize this shit I’m sick of it I just want it to be over” you sigh, this is the first time you’ve struggled this much over a school subject. usually being a bit above average doesn’t require you a lot of efforts so you never really tried that hard to pass your classes throughout the years. college beat the shit out of you tho!! you found yourself completely taken aback by the difficulty and you had to learn how to properly study throughout the years. if somebody asked you, you’d say you’ve got studying covered but seeing how this study session was going maybe you didn’t…

“I think you’re getting those wrong because you don’t understand this part” mark says patting your head as you mumble an ‘i know’. being the very considerate boyfriend he is, he then proceeded to explain the entirety of the material, dumbing it down whenever you looked up at him confused or when your eyebrows frowned a little too much. he also was so very patient, explaining the same things to you three different times as you had already forgotten what he said as soon as he moved on to another topic.

the dedication mark put into your academics was just too much for your heart to handle, you loved him so much and the fact he didn’t mind spending his evening studying with you instead of doing literally anything else warmed your heart. that’s why you didn’t have it in you to tell him you were getting gradually sleepier and were fighting your mind to stay awake because how could you when he looked so good concentrated trying to explain to you what you deem as the most incomprehensible subject ever.

“y/n? i feel like I’m losing your attention are you- oh.” mark says finally looking up from your study sheets seeing you asleep on your desk “pft, I didn’t know I was this boring damn” he laughs. since you were already in your pajamas and were in a position where the man could not carry you to bed he decided to gently shake you to wake you up “hm? I’m sorry I fell asleep markie, thank you for studying with me I love you. let me read the cards again to make sure I understand better” you say your voice a bit groggy “what? no go to sleep, nothing you read now will be effective just rest and sleep will take care of the memorizing for you” mark says preparing your bed for you “okay but only if you join me” you say already laying down under your covers “of course dude, let me put the things away and I’ll join you” mark says as he looks over to your half awake self that’s seemingly waiting for him

being in front of your final paper makes you realize even more how lucky you are to have mark in your life because you knew damn well that if the study session never happened you would have been shitting bricks internally crying over how much you don’t understand but now you got out of the final feeling confident you didn’t fail. you ran up to mark who was waiting for you to celebrate final period being over and he couldn’t help but mimic your immense grin as you told him how the final went better than what you had expected and thanked him for his help. He did refute by telling you it was all you and your mind but settled on taking a little bit of credit after you threatened him.

it was kinda crazy how mark made everything easy, every single thing without exception. looking at your boyfriend eating his meal you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how much you loved that man and how lucky you were to have him in your life.

[lasciviouspoison]

could u do drunk eren coming home to you after a night out :333333333

sorry it took me so long to answer!! my job has been kicking my ass, lol. hope this is up to ur standards stinka butt :p (not proof read cause i’m lazy)

eren rarely ever decides to leave you home and go out with his friends.

i mean, what could he do with them that he couldn’t with you? he would much rather prefer spending a night in, sitting in a hello kitty face mask watching tv rather than go and get drunk.

but in this particular instance, you pushed him out.

“rennie, i love you, i swear i do, but baby you spend so much time with me and you deserve some guy time! so please go out with connie ‘nd them, i promise i’ll be here waitin’”

so, like a good boyfriend would, he went out and had a great time!

….okay… maybe too much of a good time.

in his defense! he would rather die before he let sissy ass jean out drink him.

and it’s because of eren’s innate competitiveness that he came home in the condition that he did.

stumbling through the door and throwing his keys, you immediately went to see just how much he drank. and considering eren was a lightweight, you could already tell he was in bad shape.

“baby, are you okay?” you said while trying to lead him to bed. however, eren couldn’t even register what you were saying to him as he was way more focused on how your nipples poked through your white tank top.

without saying a word, eren lifted up your tank and gave the one closest to him a gentle kitten lick. the action took you by surprise, but to eren, your silence told him everything he needed to hear.

he pushed you onto the couch, not bothering to walk to the bedroom and lifted your shirt fully above your head.

while staring down at your surprised face, eren gave you a smile “i don’ care nuthin bout me bein okay. i w’nna fuck”.

without giving you time to answer, he gave you a rough kiss before turning his attention towards your nipples once again. while his mouth latched onto one, his fingers toyed with the other.

his ears were overjoyed with the noises you were making, as his body was much more sensitive to the way you reacted to his touches. by the time eren kissed his way down to your clothed pussy, he was as hard as a rock.

“ren, ya sure you don’t wanna lay down? you’re really drunk” your words normally would have made him reconsider. but with your lack of power behind them, they were going in one of eren’s ears and out the other.

so much so that he responded to your question by pulling your cotton shorts down, taking your panties with them. all he could do was stare at the mess you made. your pussy was so wet and shiny, it was literally asking to be eaten.

without a word, he took two fingers and swiped them down your slit, reveling in the way your body jerked at the sudden stimulation.

he put his fingers in his mouth and moaned, “better th’n anything i’ve had t’night. open up for me mama, i’m hungry.”

as you spread your legs wider, eren didn’t hesitate to lick up towards your clit and suck. he could feel your cunt pulsating in his mouth and he loved it. slowly flattening out his tongue and licking all over your pussy until he made you shake. but his favorite part was fucking you with his tongue and feeling you gush into his mouth without a second thought. it made him so proud when he could feel your pretty hole loosening up on his tongue, preparing for what’s to come later.

you couldn’t even form coherent words. mindless babbles and noises leaving your mouth sounded like nothing short of music to eren’s ears.

he took his mouth off of your cunt and shoved two fingers in, causing your breath to catch in your throat. with glossy eyes you looked down to see eren’s head resting on your thigh, eyes locked on his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.

“y’know somthin? i thought about you all night. how badly i wanted to come home and touch you. how badly i wanted to fuck my cunt till you cried. the noises you’d make when i’d stick my tongue inside. love when you let me slut this cunt out.” hazy green eyes never leaving your cunt as he talked. watching it spasm and clench till u came. which didn’t take long as the combination of his fingers and tongue threw you over the edge.

your body contracted and your moans grew louder. your toes curled and your hips involuntarily rocked against his fingers and face. he let you ride out your orgasm, mouth latched to your clit while his green eyes flickered from your face to your pussy.

after you finally calmed down, he removed himself from your cunt and hoisted you up onto his waist. carrying you like a baby to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you down onto the bed and removed the rest of your clothing without missing a beat. eren dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and let his cock spring out from the confines of his jeans. he gave your cunt a couple of taps before you felt the head of his cock push his way through your pussy.

before you knew it, you were folded in half, “fuck baby, love this pussy s’much. let ‘er tell me how much she loves me.” your pussy was so wet, you couldn’t help but hear the platplatplat of eren’s pelvis connecting to your wetness. every now and then you’d hear a slight squelch, which made eren impossibly harder.

while i’m your back, you finally got the chance to look at him, and god did he look gorgeous. his hair hung beautifully over his face due to ur suggestion of wearing it out during his outing. the whites of his eyes were red, making those beautiful sea green eyes pop even more. and you’re just now noticing that his clothes aren’t even fully off as he’s holding the bottom of his black hoodie and white undershirt in his mouth.

he’s quite literally stirring your guts right now. with both hands holding your thighs to your chest and fast, deep strokes, you wouldn’t be incorrect to assume that eren is trying to kill you.

“ba- fuck- baby please slow down.” you pleaded. your body bouncing hard against his hips, head rocking every which way as you try and watch the scene below.

eren shakes his head no at an obscenely fast pace, “no! gotta give ya ev’rthin i got” his words are slurred from the alcohol and muffled by his clothes but he doesn’t care. the only thing eren cared about in this moment was the feeling of you cumming on his dick.

he watched as your eyes rolled back while you arched off the bed. he couldn’t help but put his hand within the gap and pull u close to his chest. at this point, eren was fucking you into the air. he was borderline erratic with how fast he was moving and his drunk strength didn’t make things better.

you knew you would be sore the following day, but who cares when your man is fucking you like he’s gonna die tomorrow?

your moans are loud and eren’s grunts are almost louder. he won’t stop till he makes you cum, and even that might not be enough.

“ren, m’gonna cum!” your lips are spitty and your hair is clinging to your cheeks. your eyes are glossy and tears are beginning to spill out.

despite eren being drunk out of his mind, he still can’t help but think that you look like the most beautiful girl on the planet.

he released his hoodie and licked his lips, “fuck! do it baby! do it on my dick so i can fill ya up. g’nna make ya a mama i swear- fuck! there ya go baby. cum on me.” he strains to get the last part out upon feeling your cunt grip his dick. you were cumming and he wasn’t too far behind.

with a few quick thrusts and extra stimulation to your clit because your pleasure never ends you could feel eren’s cum paint your walls white. his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled deep into his skull.

“mmfh, fuck baby. i love you, i swear ta’ god i do.” was all he could manage before he collapsed on top of you. and after a few moments, you realized that he hadn’t fallen asleep, but his body had literally given out from exhaustion. i mean, what could you expect after a night of heavy drinking and sex?

and after you finally caught your breath, you managed to roll eren off of you and clean yourself up, not minding the lack of after care considering he needed it way more than you at the current moment.

you took a quick shower and returned with a rag for eren. and after wiping him down and changing his clothes, you tucked him into your shared sheets and finally got some rest.

funnily enough for you, eren couldn’t believe his ears when he heard you retell the night you shared the next morning.

“that wasn’t me, i don’t know who you’re talking about” he said with a tomato red face. you had no idea how eren went from the dominant, sex crazed man he was last night to the shy individual he is now. he even looks different with his black framed glasses perched on his nose. the duality of man

with a little giggle, you placed a kiss onto eren’s cheek, “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad you had a great time last night”.

with a roll of his eyes, eren pulled you closer to him on the couch and continued surfing through tv channels, vowing to himself to never go out with his homies ever again.

[xoxoxkisses]

“I’m not yours.”

Warnings: small angst, slight sanemi x reader, not proofread (sorry im too lazy)

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You have liked Tokito for a few months now. He had saved you in a previous battle and ever since you’ve fallen for him more and more. You were finally able to apply to be someone Tsuguko, so obviously you applied to become Tokito’s.

You had sent him a letter applying to become his Tsuguko and now you were waiting for his response. As you were washing up from a training session, Tokito’s crow brought a letter to you. As you reached for it you told her thank you and opened the letter.

“I apologize for taking a while to write back, I have been thinking about your application for a while now. I accept you as my Tsuguko. Meet me at my estate at dawn and bring all of your belongings as you will stay with me from now on. -Tokito”

You jumped with joy. You didn’t hesitate to go pack for the next day.

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As you walked to the Mist Hashira’s estate, your heart was beating fast. You were nervous you would disappoint him. As you entered the courtyard of the estate you could see Tokito waiting at the stairs for you. As you walked further he saw you and offered to help you with your bags.

Once you got your stuff settled, Tokito told you it was time for your first training session. As the two of you walked to the training area, he spoke up. “I’ve heard many good things about you which is why it took me a while to answer your letter. You are my first Tsuguko after all.” You were shocked when he said the last sentence. How could you be his first Tsuguko?

The two of you began to train. He had requested you to strike at the tree in front of you. He complimented you on your skills, but also told you a lot of things you need to work on. You were very appreciative for his help and advice. You both trained hard until the end of the day.

The two of you had went inside now. Your stomach growled, you were hungry. You haven’t ate since lunch and it was now dusk. “Master Tokito, would you like me to make dinner?” He looked at you and tilted his head, “I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad idea. Go ahead, i don’t care what you cook.” You smiled at him and started cooking. You had made some ramen as you were too tired to make anything big.

As you sat down to eat, Tokito ate with you. You two didn’t really talk much, just a few thanks and compliments on the food. Once you both were done, you cleaned the table and Tokito washed the dishes. When you were done, you told him goodnight and started towards your room. “Y/N.” You turned around confused. “Yes Master Tokito?” You looked at him with a confused look on your face. “I just wanted to say you did good today.” You smiled at him and said thank you. You turned and carried on to your room. ————————————————————————

It has been a few weeks since you have been training under Tokito, and it seems as your relationship with each other has grown. The two of you talked more and went everywhere together.

Tokito was sent on a mission a few days ago. You trained hard and took care of things around the estate. As you were making lunch, you heard the door opened and there Tokito stood. “Welcome back!” You said smiling. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.” You were nervous with the tone of his voice. He sounded serious. “Okay Master Tokito.” You stopped what you were doing and went to him. The two of you sat down and stared at each other.

“When I was gone on my mission I met a girl. And I need your help.” His face lit up with red. The blood drained from your face, you felt your chest get tight and you felt yourself shaking. “..Oh wow..! I’m happy for you, what can I do to help..?” You were trying to hold yourself up, you couldn’t break down in front of him. “Well I’d like advice to make a move on her.” He was looking at the ground now smiling. He’s never smiled like that at you.

“Well maybe you can ask her on a date and take her to one of your favorite spots.” Tears were threatening to come now. “That’s a good idea. Thanks Y/N, you’re the best Tsuguko I could ask for.” He smiled at you, and your heart fluttered. You excused yourself and went to your room.

Tokito noticed you haven’t been your outgoing self lately. You always brushed it off as you were tired. He started talking about her more and more. He talked about her at every chance he could, at dinner, lunch, training. You couldn’t take it anymore. As he was talking about her at dinner, you interrupted him and excused yourself. You washed your dishes and went to your room.

In your room you wrote a letter to your best friend, Mitsuri. The two of you became friends after seeing each other a lot once you became Tokito’s Tsuguko. After you sent the letter you started crying. You suppose Tokito heard you as his knocked on the door asking if you were okay. With muffled sniffles, you told him you were and he walked away.

He was confused on why you left. He noticed you had been acting different but he didn’t know why. Once he finished his food and washed his dishes, he went to his room. But on his way he heard sniffles coming from your room. When you said you were fine he knew you weren’t but didn’t want to bother you.

Mitsuri answered you back the next day. She asked for you to come hang out with her. You accepted and told Tokito about it and he let you go. As the two of you walked around, you saw Tokito and the girl he liked. The way they looked at each other was making you upset. You wanted him to look at you that way, not her. Mitsuri noticed and gasped, she looked at you to turn you away, but you were already crying. Tokito looked over and saw the two of you, and you crying. You ran off before he could come over.

He saw you run and he was concerned. He excused himself from the girl and went to Mitsuri. “What is wrong with Y/N?” He looked worried. “Well Tokito..Y/N likes you, and they have for a while.” His eyes went wide. “What?” He couldn’t believe it at all.

He knew where you were, without thinking he and the girl he was with went there. Once they arrived, he saw you sitting in the field of daisies crying. “Y/N?” You heard him call. You turned around and saw her. “Master Tokito, what is she doing here.” There was a hint of anger in your voice. Why would he bring her to your spot? “It would have been rude if I didn’t Y/N.” He tried to justify himself. “No, it’s rude you did bring her. This place is my secret, you know that.” You turned away from him. Both of them walked up to you he sat down next to you as the girl sat on the other side. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He said looking at you. You didn’t say anything. That’s when she spoke up. “Did you not hear him? He said he’s sorry. I’m sorry he likes me and not you, im just better.” Something inside you snapped. You slapped her and walked off, Tokito trying to stop you.

You arrived at his estate and packed your belongings. You were going back to your estate. You didn’t regret anything you did. In your eyes she deserved it. ————————————————————————

It had been a few days since you spoke to Tokito. You had been sent on a mission. As you arrived, you were instantly surrounded by demons. You tried to fight back but there was too many and just one of you. You held them off as long as you could but they were all attacking you. You couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when the Wind Hashira showed up. He couldn’t even belittle you as he could tell you tried your best. Once he finished the rest of them, he picked you up and ran you back to the Butterfly Mansion.

Shinobu had told him your injuries were severe and you may not make it. Sanemi stayed with you, hoping you’d wake up. It had been a month and there was still no signs of you waking up. Until one day you hand twitched. Sanemi saw and ran to get Shinobu. You woke up not too long after and she did a check up on you.

You stayed there for a few weeks. Sanemi was always there for you. When you were able to leave, you went to your estate. Sanemi went with you to make sure you made it safely. At your estate, you saw Tokito. When he saw you his face lit up and he ran to you. “Y/N, you’re alive! I thought I lost you!” He hugged you. You tried pushing him away but you were too weak. Sanemi noticed this and pushed him away for you. “You aren’t needed here Tokito. Go home.” Tokito looked at you guys. “But shes mine.” He said with a glare. “I’m not yours. I never was.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. He looked at you and started crying. After that he left.

Sanemi stayed with you for a few days. Although you were better and got sent home, you were coming down with a fever. He tried helping you but you continued to get worse. Shinobu would come to you to try to treat you, but nothing worked.

A few days later Sanemi was at your side holding your hand. You looked at him. “Sanemi, thank you for being there for me when I needed it. But I think it’s time.” You had tears in your eyes. “Y/N, you’re going to be fine, I’ll call Shinobu.” He tried to get up to call her. “No Sanemi. She wont make it in time. Please just stay here and hold me.” And so he did. He picked you up and held you. That’s when you took your last breath.

Sanemi always blamed Tokito for your death. If it wasn’t for him you would’ve been ready to fight those demons. Sanemi would always see you in his dreams, he missed you dearly. And so did you. ————————————————————————

a/n: I know I said I only write for Muichiro, but I couldn’t help but add a small Sanemi x reader 😖

[hardbeingcasual]

king of my heart ✦ ethan landry

summary: Ethan Landry as Spider-Man.

warnings: just fluff !

NOTES! i enjoyed writing the other one a lot, so i might just make it a series !!!! sorry for not writing for ages I’ve been lazy

series masterlist / masterlist

♪ king of my heart by taylor swift

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After patching him up, he’s out your window and on your fire escape, swinging his webs through the streets again. Gone without a trace.

Even when you sleep that night, your mind wandered to who he is. Maybe you know him. Hell, he could even be one of your friends, but you wouldn’t know because of that stupid mask.

And it bugged you every day. It even disturbed you and your schoolwork sometimes, you’d be zoning out in class and suddenly you’ve missed everything.

You sometimes wondered if he considered you as a friend or just someone who patches his wounds.

The routine was never ending. You’d patch him up, and he’d be out the window again in no time. Not sparing a last glance at you. Your mind always wandered to him, you were curious if all his thoughts were replaced with you. Like your thoughts were with him.

The night after, you done your usual: waiting for the tap at your window.

Your body sprawled out on your bed as you waited, slowly starting to get bored as you wait. Soon enough, midnight comes upon you, your eyes slowly starting to close, ready to shut your body off for the night.

Until, you hear that noise, he was here, at your window. Your body jolts from the almost slumber.

You get out of your bed, your bones cracking as you get out the position you’ve been in for hours now. You make your way to your bedroom window, cracking open the blinds and seeing the devil himself — Spider-man.

You open the window, he was leaned against your window as he stood there like an idiot on your fire escape.

“Its a bit late don’t you think?” You raise an eyebrow.

Spider-Man shrugs, “I lost track of time.”

You move out the way, nodding your head to tell him to come in.

“You have no limp, are you even hurt?” You query.

“No,” He seemed hesitant at first, but honestly you couldn’t tell because of him being masked. “I wanted to see you.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, just to check on you, you know how dangerous the streets of New York can be.”

“Thats true, but I don’t think I’ll be in harm, I don’t do anything to offend anyone.”

“Is that a dig at me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Ouch, that hurts.” He fake winces.

“Want me to patch you up?” You sarcastically smile, walking through to your living room / kitchen area.

“Are you alone in here?” He asks as he follows you, his eyes tracing around the place and he notices the silence in the apartment.

“My parents are on some trip, it is irrelevant.”

“So technically you could be in danger, a teenage girl home alone in new york. It wasn’t good for Kevin.”

“Did you just bring Home Alone into this?”

There was a pause, before he speaks again, “…No?”

You almost smile at that, but you decided to conceal it. “So, Spider-Man, why are you really here?”

“I told you, to check on you.”

“Are we even friends?” You replied, leaning against the counter in your kitchen as he stood there awkwardly.

“We can be.”

“Hm.” You bring a finger to your chin, tapping it. “Sure, but I don’t even know anything about you.”

“Sure you do! I’m Spider-Man.”

“No, I mean under the Spider-Man costume.” You correct.

“I hope you mean the mask.”

“Obviously, what else would I mean?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, okay. You can’t know who I am, okay? I can tell you about me. Not my name though, sorry.” He rambles, playing with his gloved hands.

“Okay… favourite Star Wars movie?”

“A new hope. Iconic. I can quote the lines. What about you?”

“Definitely has to be Return of the Jedi or Attack of the clones.” You answer.

“Hm, not too bad.”

You decide to let the questions coming, “Favourite character?”

“Uh…” He thinks for a moment, “Luke Skywalker, or maybe Anakin.”

You nod, “Mines have to be Leia or Padme.”

“Great characters.”

“Agreed. No one can play Leia like Carrie Fisher did.”

“That’s true.”

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#tags @larccroft @bisexuabed lowkey got carried away with the star wars talk WHATEVER

[jessij1997]

Humbly asking for all of the prompts from your gallavich smut prompt list. But specifically 13

Sorry it took so long. 😇

Prompt me here

#13 "I have a surprise for you"

It had been a whole month since Ian and Mickey last had sex. Damn, they weren’t sixteen anymore, able to screw like rabbits. They’d turned downright domestic and boring, and the monotony of daily life had taken its toll. Most nights, one of them would fall asleep in front of the TV, or they just weren’t in the mood. They weren’t sixteen anymore. Damn it, don’t judge them.

But today was Ian’s damn birthday, and Mickey would be a lousy husband if he didn’t surprise his man with something. And what would Ian want most after a whole month of nothing? Mickey’s peachy ass, of course.

He had warmed up their bedroom, simply because he could. He’d lit that weird scented candle he’d bought at IKEA with Debbie, and he’d even showered. And, for the first time in forever, he’d used his loofah. Hell yeah, it was going to be a great surprise.

But where the hell was Ian?

Mickey had locked himself in the bedroom for the past half-hour to set everything up after enduring dinner with the Gallagher clan. Five minutes ago, he’d texted Ian, who’d been in the living room watching TV. So, where the hell was Ian? Mickey lay naked, hard, and waiting in the warm, fragrant bedroom.

Too lazy to get up—and not wanting to give the neighbors a free show through the living room’s paper-thin curtains—he dialed Ian’s number. On the fifth ring, a sleepy voice answered.

“Mm-hmm?”

“Did you fall asleep or what?” Mickey asked, unable to suppress a grin.

“Mmhmm.”

“Get your ass in the bedroom. I’ve got a surprise for you,” Mickey said and hung up.

It took less than twenty seconds for the bedroom door to creak open. Ian stood in the doorway, looking surprised.

“Happy birthday,” Mickey grinned.

Ian’s eyes widened, and his expression went from sleepy to fully awake in an instant. Without a moment’s hesitation, he began stripping and climbed into bed, settling between Mickey’s legs.

The ginger’s body was like a warm blanket draped over Mickey, cocooning him.

“What kind of surprise?” Ian murmured, kissing Mickey’s neck. It had been so long since they’d been like this that Mickey’s brain needed a few seconds to catch up. His hands roamed Ian’s back, simply wanting to feel him. A selfless gift, then.

“Your choice,” Mickey finally murmured as Ian’s hips shifted forward, his erection brushing against Mickey’s stomach. “You get my ass or my dick.”

“Hmm,” Ian pretended to think, though Mickey already knew his answer. “Both.”

Now that actually surprised him. “Both?”

“Yeah.” Another thrust, a heavy breath in his ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.

“Like… flipfuck?” Mickey asked, confused.

“Mmhmm.” Ian nodded. “It’s been too long.”

Mickey’s brain went offline. He bit his lip, his nails dragging down Ian’s back, drawing a loud groan from him.

It didn’t take long before both of them were on their backs, sweating and moaning, fingers deep inside each other, expertly stimulating prostates.

“Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” Mickey groaned, withdrawing his fingers from Ian. “C’mon.” He grinned. “Ride me.” It sounded like pleading, and Ian wasted no time climbing on top, sinking down slowly, very slowly, until Mickey was fully inside him.

God, this man was so tight.

Mickey loved the size difference in this position. He could sit up, wrap both arms around Ian, rest his head against Ian’s chest, and listen to his heartbeat speeding up as he rolled his hips.

“Fuck,” Ian groaned into his hair, steadying himself on the headboard.

“Yeah, fuck,” Mickey agreed, and Ian picked up the pace, rolling his hips and clenching around Mickey.

“We need to flip, or I’m gonna come,” Ian panted, and Mickey reluctantly let him go.

Ian climbed off. “I want you from behind,” he said, swiftly flipping Mickey onto his stomach.

Mickey couldn’t help but grin. Ian positioned himself behind him, and in one fluid motion, bottomed out, leaning over Mickey.

“You’re always so tight,” Ian groaned into his ear before setting a quick, hard rhythm, hitting Mickey’s prostate with every thrust.

Mickey’s hands clawed at the sheets as he came hard, crying out, with Ian following seconds later, spilling into him.

“Happy birthday,” Mickey murmured into the pillow as they fell asleep shortly after, tangled up in each other.

[kyojurismo]

This is an emergency request, my depression has been really rough lately, I just haven't felt motivated to do anything and just feel stuck.

My request is how would Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui help reader with this?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, but it’s been a shitty weekend ngl… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug, i’ve been in the same situation not so long ago 🫂

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. am i gonna take this opportunity to put some things ppl should learn to accept? yes i am. r is not exactly a demon slayer but that’s up to you since i didn’t stated it explicitly hehe, kyojuro is unaware about the situation at first, fluff, depression, negative thoughts, it also comes a bit from my own experience so um it might not be the same to everyone yeah. lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls.

before we start, i want to add that i deeply care about this particular request <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro noticed you were acting “strange” but he thought that you were simply tired, some sleep would surely help you…

if you were able to sleep, he noticed you’d sleep too much

if you didn’t, he heard you toss and turn around the whole night

he felt bad because he didn’t know how to exactly help you

the worst came when one day you didn’t wanted to get out of bed

“good morning, sunshine,” he gently murmured while moving the cover off your head. he kissed your forehead and stayed there cuddling with you, hoping this would help you getting up

“you’ll be late,” you said, not moving

“i wanted to have breakfast with you first,” he smiled widely, caressing your cheek. “it’s all ready,” he added

“i’m not hungry.”

he frowned. he wouldn’t actually force you to get up, he’s not like that, but he tried to playfully grab your hips to move you

“leave me alone!” you pushed kyojuro away, snapping at him

kyojuro apologised and sat there for a moment, deep in thoughts

he decided to get up and eat his breakfast. he got ready for the day and decided to leave the tray with your portion close to the futon, so you could grab it easily

“i’ll be back,” he informed you before reluctantly leaving

once gone, you started crying and hid yourself under the covers. you felt bad about snapping at him, but you couldn’t control it

needless to say, you didn’t get out of bed once and the food was long forgotten

you simply felt stuck

you wanted to go out with kyojuro… but you just couldn’t do it?

when he was finally back, his smile disappeared completely when he noticed you were still in bed

he took a deep breath and put his katana away, taking off his haori too. he kneeled beside you and gently moved the covers

“would you like to take a bath with me? it might help,” he asked you, caressing your cheeks. “i… don’t know?” you met his eyes

“i’ll take you there, alright?” he said before gently taking you into his arms and getting you to the bathtub

kyojuro helped you bathing, praising you the whole time

he saw you struggling and he had not intention to call you lazy or something, on the contrary he wanted to help you the best he could

“i know you’re not hungry, but it might help you feel better?” he caressed your back slowly, comforting you

somehow he convinced you to eat, you felt a little better after the bath after all

he changed the futon, so it would be fresh and clean and feel more welcoming, before convincing you to sit on the engawa with him for a while

the gentle breeze of the night caressed your face, making you shiver

“i’m so sorry,” you whispered before starting crying. he hugged you and kissed your head, holding you close to his chest. “don’t apologise, darling. i know you’re struggling and i’m here to help you.”

you felt somehow as a burden for him, he had to take care of you even after his training session and you knew how tiring they were

“it’s already getting better, you see? you’re out of bed,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “tomorrow will go even better, trust me.”

he wasn’t grossed out by your behaviour, he helped you keep yourself clean and convinced you to eat if you refused to

he spent the night awake with you if you had trouble sleeping, making sure the negative thoughts filling your head would go away by talking and talking, making you finally smile

kyojuro never pushed you to do anything tho, because he wanted to avoid you from closing up in yourself

he’s not perfect but he’s learning.

TENGEN UZUI

tengen was a bit harsh in the beginning

[let’s be serious for a moment, due to the time they’re living in i don’t think they would be that experienced lol]

he noticed you slowly retiring from any kind of activity

you didn’t wanted to leave the house that much

you prepared lunch and dinner with less enthusiasm

your sleep schedule started to get messy

you even skipped bathing with him

you started feeling self conscious and avoided being naked around him

but you also felt like some kind of force was blocking you from following your usual routine

it felt heavy. too much.

“hey, it’s really late,” his voice startled you. tengen got up early as usual, but didn’t forced you to do the same

“baby, with late i mean it’s past lunch time.”

you stayed hidden under the covers, his eyes burning on your figure

“y/n,” he tried again, getting down on his knees. “baby, you really need to get up.”

you didn’t reply, of course. you knew you had to but you just couldn’t do it

tengen moved the covers away from your body, making you flinch due to the light coming from outside

“no!” you tried to get em from his hand, your expression screaming that you were angry for his actions

“tell me what’s wrong,” he effortlessly kept the covers away from you, staring at you in a serious manner

“i don’t know, okay?! just leave me alone!” you hit his chest, trying to move his body away. useless.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot these past days, you’re rarely getting up. tell me what’s going on,” he tried again, clenching his fist

“i told you already!” tears rolled down your cheeks, catching his eyes. his gaze softened, feeling bad for the way he acted. “i can’t do that, i just can’t.”

tengen pulled you to his chest and let you cry, caressing your back in a comforting manner

once you were done crying, he stayed there with you for a little more

“i’m sorry for screaming,” you muttered after a while. “that’s okay, i was in the wrong.”

“are you hungry?” he asked you, his big hands kept caressing your back. “i think so.”

“good! cause i made something very flashy,” he winked at you, trying to make you smile

tengen learned to respect your times, not forcing you

he helped you eat, bathing yourself even if you were a bit contrary on him seeing you, made sure you were sleeping properly

he enjoyed cooking for you during these kind of episodes ngl

“i’m very, very proud of you,” he kissed your head while cuddling with you in bed. you were grateful he didn’t judged you and didn’t complained about your behaviour

he showed patience and showered you with his love nonetheless

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what it i tell you the draft was about the get deleted after i finished writing it? lmao. as i said, it might work differently for others, and if you have gross comments to share then keep ‘em to yourself, thank you

[cactuslover2600]

A trip to the farm

natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

fluff

an: it's just a little story i wrote please let me know if i should continue writing it

Ever since moving to the compound with the Avengers life has been hard. My twin is dead and my country destroyed I live with the people I called my enemies and now I’m supposed to be a hero and save others when I don’t even know if I can save myself without Pietro. He protected me my whole life and was always with me, and now I’m alone. It’s been hard to adapt to this new environment, these new people, but I’m trying my best for Pietro he would have wanted me to be happy right? I’ve tried to apologise to the Avengers for trying to kill them but they told me it wasn’t necessary and that they all made mistakes.

It was early in the morning a few weeks after Ultron and Sokovia when I woke up covered in sweat. It was a nightmare about Pietro again. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower to wash away the sweat. After that I quickly brushed my teeth and went to the kitchen as I walked through the hallway I saw that the kitchen light was already on. I didn’t know if I should enter or go back, it was still quite early 4 am to be exact but I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep again so I decided to just go and see who was there.

“Hello.” I walked in and saw Natasha sitting at the table with a cup of tea.

“Hi.” I replied shyly.

“Why are you up so early?” The spy replied “It’s only 4 am.”

“I could not sleep, I had a nightmare. Why are you up?”

“Same reason. Want some tea? I can make you some.” Natasha asked

I just nodded. So Natasha stood up and went to the kettle to make me some tea. I went and sat down next to where Natasha’s tea stood and looked at her making some tea.

“I am sorry for your nightmare. It is probably my fault for making you relive them on the shipyard in South-Africa” I said still feeling bad for what happened there.

She took a minute to reply “You don’t have to apologize again Wanda we already know it wasn’t you who wanted to destroy the world. And for the nightmare, I already had those before Ultron so don’t apologize because you didn’t do anything.” She came back to where I sat and put the tea in front of me.

“Thank you.” I said still feeling bad for the whole Ultron fiasco.

“Do you often have nightmares?” Natasha asked as she sat down herself and took a sip of her tea.

“Yes, they are worse now that Pietro is gone. We always shared a bed ever since we were little. Our parents were too poor to buy two beds and HYDRA was simply too lazy and it was easier for them. And now I am all alone.” I said sad at the thought of Pietro not being around anymore.

“I’m sorry for your loss, he looked like a really good brother. I would have loved to know him better.” She said looking at me with a sad look in her eyes.

“He was the best brother. I really miss him, he was always there for me when I had nightmares he would hold me and let me cuddle into his side.” I said taking a sip of my tea.

“If you want to talk you can always come to me you know I’ve had my fair share of traumatic experiences.” She said laying her hand on mine in a comforting way.

“Thank you, Miss. Romanoff.”

“Call me Natasha or Nat not Miss. Romanoff that makes me sound old like Steve.”  She said with a giggle.

“Ok Natasha.” I said my accent seeping through when I said her name.

“you should really go back to sleep now little witch. We have training tomorrow and it’s already half past 4.” The spy said.

I looked down at my empty “It is no use I will not be able to fall asleep anyway.”

Natasha took a little to answer thinking of what to say “I know how it feels to have your whole life change all of a sudden and what really helped for me was being with Clint, Laura and the kids at the farm. Maybe, only if you want to you don’t have to but we could go to the Barton’s farm I still have to meet my new nephew Nathaniel and I was planning on going there I can ask if you can come along I’m sure they would love to have you there?”

I looked up at Natasha surprised “Clint has a farm?”

Natasha nodded “ He has a whole secret family, not a lot of people know about it. We went there after the battle at the shipyard. So do you want me to ask them?”

I thought about it a little and then nodded “I would love to go there. But only if they want me to come I would not want to be a bother to his family.”

“Fantastic I will sent them a message immediately. And Wanda I’m sure they would love to have you there, you are such an amazing person.” Natasha said taking her phone and searching for Clint’s number.

I blushed a little at her commend “ When are you leaving to go to the farm?”

Natasha put her phone away and looked up at me taking another sip of her tea finishing the cup and placing it down “I was planning on leaving the day after tomorrow after training, so around 10 am.”

“Ok are you sure he will have answered by then? What if he doesn’t answer?” I said not sure about the idea yet.

“If they don’t answer you can just come along if they want you gone I’ll come with you back to the compound and don’t stress about it little witch they will love having you there. Now come on back to bed it’s late, or early I don’t know.” She said standing up frow the table and walking to the hallway.

I stood up too and went after her “Natasha could I maybe I do not know you do not have to say yes but could I stay in your room for the night I now I will not be able sleep in my own room? You do not have to let me but I don’t know” I stuttered through my words.

Natasha looked at me we were the door to her room now “Sure little witch come on in it’s not a problem for me.”

I blushed at the nickname and entered her room after her. The doors closed automatically after us. She went to the bed and sat down swinging her legs under the covers while I just stood there awkwardly. “Come on you don’t have to be shy Wands.”

As she padded the space next to her in the double bed I walked over and crawled under the covers next to her and got comfortable. I turned on my side so I could look at her our faces only a few centimetres apart. She was turned on her side facing me her eyes already closed.

“Friday can you turn of the light please.” She said keeping her eyes closed.

I closed my eyes too and sleep took over relatively quickly.

The next morning I woke up not knowing where I was. I opened my eyes and the events of the previous night came back to me as I found myself in the arms of the Russian, my head on her chest with one of my arms draped over her belly, her arms holding me close as I blinked my eyes to adjust to the bright lights of the outside.

“Good morning little witch.” Natasha said her voice raspy from just waking up.

I quickly sat up my face completely red from blushing “O my god Nat I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t worry about it little witch I slept better than ever.” Natasha also sat up and checked her phone.

“Barton answered he and Laura said that they would love to have you visit the farm and if you want we can already leave this evening so we will be there faster and longer.” Natasha said getting up from the bed.

“That would be nice I guess.” I say looking at her from my position in her bed as she walked to the bathroom.

“Come on, I heard Steve was making pancakes, you can brush your teeth in my bathroom I have an extra toothbrush in here somewhere.” She said from the bathroom.

I got up and walked to the bathroom and saw Natasha already standing there with a toothbrush in her mouth holding one out for me to take.

When we were done brushing out teeth we went to the kitchen still in our pyjamas.

“Good morning girls, want me to make you two some pancakes?” Steve asked already pouring some more pancake batter in the pan.

“Sure.” Natasha said going over to the table and sitting down.

I went after her and sat down next to her as we waited for our pancakes.

“So you two coming to the movie night this evening? I think Tony is picking the movie tonight.” Steve asked placing the pancakes on our plates.

“No me and Wanda are leaving to Barton’s farm this afternoon to go meet little Nathaniel.” Natasha spoke taking a bite from her pancake.

“Oh okay, are you two still going to training?”

“Yeah, I thought we could spar with each other to train our hand to hand combat since we trained powers yesterday. Is that okay with you little witch?” Natasha asked turning her head and looking at me.

“Yeah of course.” I said smiling at Natasha and taking another bite from my pancake.

“Okay when you’re done with breakfast go put on your training clothes and come down.” The spy said standing up putting her plate in the sink and going back to her room leaving me here alone with Steve.

I continued to eat my pancakes “Are you going to join us in training?” I ask Steve.

“No I was planning on going for a run. If you ever want to join me you can. Don’t hesitate to ask.” Steve said walking out of the room to go for a run.

When I finished my pancakes I put my plate in the dishes and went to my room. I put on my training clothes put my hair in a ponytail and went to the training rooms. I arrived there and saw Natasha already punching a punching bag.

She heard me approach her and turned around.

“You ready to begin sparring?” She asked walking over to the sparring mats.

“Yes” I followed her and got in my fighting stance on the mat. She went to the other side of the mat and got ready to begin sparring.

She started the fight with a punch to my right and I took a step back to avoid getting hit. We punch back and forth for a little while. Tried to fight back by punching her with my left hand but she used the opening to kick my legs out from under me resulting in me falling on my back to the floor. She immediately used this opportunity to stop me from getting up by pushing my hands over my head into the mat and straddling my hips with her legs.

We were both breathing heavily and already red and sweaty so luckily Natasha didn’t notice the blush starting to form on my cheeks from being so close to her.

She stood up and helped me of the ground.

“Are you ready to go again?”

“yeah.”

We fight some more until I’m way too tired to even try and beat Natasha, not that I could before but still.

We decide to go back to our rooms and pack our bags.

I take the clothes and toiletries that I’m going to need then I take my book and phone charger and put them all in a bag and go down to the hangars where the quinjet is. I see Natasha already standing there talking to Steve. I walk up too them with my bag in hand.

“Hi guys.”

“Hey Wands are you ready to go?” Natasha asks looking at me.

“Yes I’m ready.”

We walk into the quinjet after we said our goodbyes to Steve who helped me take my bag up the ramp. Nat goes to sit on the pilot seat and I sit on the seat next to her so we can talk a little while flying there.

“How long will it take to fly there?” I ask while looking at her.

“About an hour or two I think”  

[melimpostor]

Hello! first off I just want to say that I love love love your art!!! its so amazing! 💖 So, I’ve been asking this question around online, so I hope you don’t mind! (Please feel free to ignore this ask if you don’t feel like answering!) Anyway, I’ve been drawing for a good while now. It’s always been something that interests me, but, in all the time that I’ve done it, I’ve never once found a style that is unique to me and that I’m good at. So, I was just wondering if you have any tips or advice on how to find your own style? I’ve tried so many though I can’t ever seem to like any of them or actually stick to it. One thing I really have trouble with is proportion. I want my style to be more chibi-esqe, but not completely if you knows what I mean lol. If you have any advice for a fellow artist I’d really like to hear it!! Please share your wisdom :D

Hello and thank you !! I don’t mind at all ! Let’s see…

For finding your art style:

► Define what you want to tell with your art. Not mandatory, but i think it helps. What do you want people to feel when they see your art? Do you want them to feel the emotions of the characters you draw? Or be impressed by the technique? the colors? All of the above?- I think your answer will lean you to something more specific in terms of style. For example, I tend to focus on characters expressions and feelings. So i have a relatively simple artstyle that allows me to focus on facial traits a bit more. (Also... i'm lazy- So i like to tell more with less)

► Observe drawings from artists you love ! Try to analyze what you like so much about it. Is it the lineart? the specific way they draw eyes or any specific part of the body? Is it the colors or the rendering style? And try to reproduce it yourself. Not in a plagiarism kind of way, but more as a study !

► Try, fail and retry again. Once you have analyzed the things you like, try to incorporate it into your own art. It might come off badly sometimes, but you also might create happy accidents ! Both outcomes are good learning. And while I don't think it’s possible to have a style 100% original, it doesn’t mean you can’t create an artstyle that you own and feels as uniquely yours !

► Be patient (trust the process and don’t be too hard on yourself). Defining your artstyle might take years to refine itself. Decades even… With practice and dedication it will come naturally to you !  But as with any discipline you have to be patient, there will be ups and downs and very frustrating moments but you never cease to learn.

For proportions:

► Don’t be shy about using references. There is no such thing as cheating in art (if used properly). It builds your visual library, so help yourself as much as you can ! Professionals use them all the time too.

► I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but…. We can’t really cut anatomy practice- I avoided it for so long myself and I regret it bitterly. So don’t be like me and practice your anatomy ! Even if you aim for a simple or semi-chibi style. The trap is it seems easy to draw , when in reality a lot of chibi artists already master anatomy to a certain degree. It’s much easier to simplify shapes when you know a little more about the structure behind them.

There are a lot of websites to help you, here’s a few ! http://reference.sketchdaily.net/ https://line-of-action.com/  https://www.posemaniacs.com/

My advice is to start slow. Most of those websites have a timer by default, but don’t set a time limit for now and take your time on each pose. Try to breakdown body parts into simple geometrical shapes. It helps grow your visual library and it’ll get easier to draw with better proportions ! 

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Here you go ! I realize it's very generic sorry - TLDR: don't give up ! If you want anything more specific don't hesitate to ask again, I'll do my best ! Good luck on your art journey ! ♥

[shadecrux]

Bad Day (Bucky Barnes x Reader -drabble)

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Reader °•★Rating: SFW

°•★Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Romantic Relationship, Pet Names, Doll, But Otherwise Gender Neutral Reader °•★ Words: 669 (nice!) °•★ Notes: Hey all, so this is the first fic I’ve ever published on tumblr, pls be nice!  I finished up my own bad day today and sort of, ended up writing this drabble as a way to get out those feelings.  This is the first time I’ve written as Bucky, so I hope I’ve done him justice!!  Despite the use of pet names I tried to leave out physical descriptions of the reader as much as possible so anyone can envision themselves in that role.  If anyone has any notes for how to do it better I am definitely open to that!   ~All writing unless otherwise noted is my own. Please do not post or reupload my work to other websites without my express consent. I do not consent for my fics to be used in AI creations. I do not own any of the characters featured in my works unless they are stated to be OCs.~ All of my fanworks are intended for adults aged 18 and up only! Minors please DNI. ----------------˚ * •̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ˚＊------💜 💚 💜------＊* •̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ * ˚----------------

You were curled up on the couch when he got home, eyes glistening with tears too stubborn to fall, hugging your knees to your chest. It had just been such a bad day. It seemed as though nothing was going right, and by the end of it, everything hurt.  

Bucky walked through the door and saw you, immediately dropping the bags he had been holding and rushing over to sit beside you and pull you into his arms.

  "What happened doll, what's wrong?

"You shake your head, turning your body to curl against him, burying your face in his shoulder.

  "Can't..."

"Hey, hey it's okay. You don't need'ta talk about it right now if it's too much ok? Just hang on to me, I've got you."

You nod and wrap your arms around him, sliding yourself closer to him until you're halfway in his lap. Bucky simply hums and squeezes you more tightly, his arms around you strong and steady and solid, an anchor to hold you there with him. 

 Finally, finally, the tears come, and your body is wracked with sobs as he soothes you, gently stroking your hair, and pressing his lips to the crown of your head. 

"Shh, shh... it's alright. That's it... let it out." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

 He didn't really speak, just murmured soft, soothing sounds into your ear, rocking with you on the couch until tears stained his shirt , until you began to still against his and he could feel the tension draining out of your shoulders. His hands gently slid up and down your back, kneading your muscles, grounding you until he finally heard you sigh, and you lifted your head to look at him.

 Seeing the large wet patch on his shirt your face twisted into a frown, and you look up at him apologetically. 

 "Bucky, I'm so sorry, your shirt..."

"Don't you worry about that sweetheart. It's just a little wet."

He reached up to cup your cheek in his hand, lifting your chin slightly until you were looking at him, his bright blue eyes piercing as they gazed into yours. 

 "How are you feeling now?"

"A little better..." 

"Well, that's a start." he leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, pausing a moment before his voice took on a lighter, more teasing tone.  "But I'm not exactly satisfied with that answer. I think we're gonna need to do a little bit better." 

"Oh really?" you asked, the barest hint of a grin tugging at your lips.

 "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters..."His breath fanned your face as he tilted his head, kissing you sweetly, his lips impossibly soft as they connected with yours. Bucky kissed you slowly, hand gently cupping the base of your neck, holding without forcing. Your lips moved against his, and by the time you pulled back for air you were dizzy and lightheaded, and what's more... you were smiling.

 "How about now?" he asked with a lazy grin and just a hint of smugness in his voice.  

"Definitely better." You laughed.  

"And how about after a bath, dinner, and a movie? I'll cook tonight." He gently nudged his head against yours.

 "Right now? That sounds like a perfect night." You replied, and he didn't waste another moment, scooping you up into his arms and standing to carry you through the apartment toward the bath. 

 There would be plenty of time later to talk about the things that had gone wrong if you wanted to. For now, Bucky's only concern was making sure you were okay - he would take care of you, and give you the space to relax and recover

. By the end of the night, the two of you would be cuddled up on the couch, doubled over with laughter at some dumb movie, the hurts of the day slowly fading into the past.

 By the end of the night, when you were laying down beside him to sleep, you would still be smiling. 

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 1: New Instructions

Sometimes people get what they want. Life provides them with loving family, a warm home, and assuring comfort. That can make a person lazy if they take it for granted. Other times, life gives you the short end of the stick. I will never get what I want. But you learn to live with that when you’re a 00 Agent.

It’s not that I’m unhappy serving my country. A true British patriot at heart. However my loyalty always seems to falter when my country never seems to reward me in return. Granted, my life could be a boring job with me trapped behind a desk. Instead M let me be a field agent, despite me being the youngest trainee. I’ve only been an official 00 agent for a year, but I’ve learned as much as what an ordinary soldier does in a lifetime. M did say that Bond, Agent 007, is the best of the best. And his teachings have proven just that.

But I guess even Bond gets unlucky sometimes. When he got shot in the field it took a harder hit on his mind rather than his body. The older agent seems to have re-thought how capable he is because I keep hearing rumors about him taking a desk job, which is what both him and I refer to as the MI6 talk for retirement.

Right now I'm returning from the training room, my abs practically melting from all the push-ups I’ve just suffered through. I hear a grunt from the shadows, and turn to see 007 rubbing his chest where the bullet struck him.

“How is it today?” I inquire softly.

He gives a dark chuckle. “Not one of my better days, Levie.”

My nickname. I’m 0011, so he calls me Levie. He must be having a bad day.

“I’m sorry, Bond. I truly am.”

“I know. Sorry for being so gloomy, but I get an excuse.”

I nod and go to sit on a nearby bench. “I don’t blame you. It doesn’t help that-”

But I cut myself off before I go further. This is beginning to stretch into a conversation I’d rather now venture through, but now Bond is suspicious.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.” He steps closer. “What?”

I sigh in defeat and look down to avoid his piercing gaze. “It doesn’t help that at your age, chances of recovery are less flexible.”

Bond takes a minute to digest these words, then huffs. “You saying I’m old?”

“I’m saying you're experienced.”

“Between you and Mallory I’d think I’m becoming an old man. Now that you’re here, walk with me.” Bond gestures for me to follow as he starts walking towards the offices. 

MI6 is far from what I’d call exciting. Unless there’s an emergency, the office space is normally tame compared to the world outside. I follow Bond to the elevator, where he informs me he just had a meeting with M.

“I’m about to be assigned a new mission. More than likely you’ll accompany me, as usual. I’ve even got a new Quartermaster. Sounds like you do too, from what M tells me.”

Um, yay? I guess this new one can’t be as bad as my old one. He was very old-fashioned in his thinking and always thought I should have never been promoted to 00 status because of my age.

“Is he good?”

Bond chuckles and turns to meet my eye. “You’ll like him.”

“Why?” I ask, slightly intrigued.

“You’ll see.” The elevator dings and Bond steps out into the hall leading to the vehicle depot. 

“When will I meet him?” I call out.

He turns to give a quick wave and answers: “He’ll find you.” 

Then the door closes, leaving me to ride back up to await my next instructions. Once I’m on the top floor I head to the roof access stairs, stepping out into the cool air for some time to think. Ever since that list of names has been leaked, my mind’s been far from easy. Not that I have anything to lose if I die, but death isn’t really something I’d planned on yet.

“0011?” A voice comes from behind.

I don’t even turn around, still staring at the Londoners walking about below. “Hello, Eve. Got any good news for me?”

Eve’s a few years older than me, which gets her a bigger pull in the workforce. People expect her to be responsible and me to be naive. But she, along with M, treat me as any other agent, which I am always grateful for.

“I am told to tell you that you are to meet your new Quartermaster in exactly 2 hours at the Blixen.”

My breath catches. “Hm. Isn’t that a bit much for a first meeting?”

“M chooses the locations, not me. You’re lucky she didn’t send you to a stuffy museum like she did with Bond.” Eve grips my shoulders and gives me a pointed look. “Wear something nice. Remember, no fighting at the dinner table. This is an adult matter.”

I roll my eyes at her teasing and we both start laughing. 

“I’ll find something, no problem. My apartment is basically a fashion warehouse.”

“I’ve always wondered why you chose a tiny apartment. With your payroll you could do much better.”

I shrug. “No one to take up space but Cricket and me.”

Eve rolls her eyes. “Your cat has become your boyfriend.”

In my line of work, the term ‘boyfriend’ hardly comes into the radar. People sometimes get what they want, sometimes life has other plans.

Eve must mistake my silence for nerves regarding tonight’s meeting. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. He’s nice.”

For some oddball reason, her encouraging words feel more like she’s preparing me for a date rather than a mission briefing.

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

content warnings: mutual masturbation, mentions of sex, idk what else

Part Twenty- Three

The way she tasted is forever burned into my mind. I could go the rest of my life living off of her. Her taste my fuel. Her sounds my hope.

I wanted to desperately to have more of her. To not only dip my tongue into her glorious essence but my whole body. A part of me wishes I would have given in and intertwined our bodies in the way we’ve both been craving, but the sensible side of me knows I did the right thing stopping before it went too far. I can’t explain it, but I know waiting is for the best somehow.

I keep staring at the watch on my right wrist, begging for the hands to tick faster. I’ve been on a case for a few days, and when we got back, I rushed through my paperwork. I don’t want to leave too early, so I’m waiting on the clock to strike 3.

Then I can see her.

Not so graciously, I hop out of my chair when the time finally comes. I grab my bag and practically speed walk to the elevator.

“Got somewhere to be, Reid?” Morgan asks me.

I don’t feel the need to explain myself to my friend, so I just nod and give my coworkers a little wave.

When I get to Jade’s place, she opens the door in a tank top and pajama shorts. I grin as my eyes rake down her body.

“It’s been a lazy day,” she defends herself.

“No judgement,” I chuckle softly and pull her into me so I can kiss her.

Jade pulls away with a smile. “How was the case?”

“Not too bad,” I tell her honestly. “But it was tortuous being away from you.”

She shakes her head with a chuckle. “You’re one for the dramatics, aren’t you, Spencer?”

“I’m one for the honest truth, even if it may sound dramatic.”

Jade smiles up at me again before pulling me down for another kiss. “What would you like to do?”

“I’m perfectly fine with this,” I tell her, holding onto her hips as I kiss her.

“We have about two hours before my dad gets home,” Jade says. “That’s quite enough time for this.”

I smile and lead her to the couch. It’s still weird making out with my boss’s daughter in his own home, but I try not to think about it as Jade sits on my lap with her hands roaming my chest.

“I missed you,” she says with a slight whine.

“I missed you too, Jade,” I admit, my hands holding her sweet face. I don’t admit that I’ve been craving her like an addict on the side of the street. Just one time with her was enough to get me hooked.

Her hands fiddle with my tie. Her eyes don’t meet mine. I can tell a hint of what she’s thinking.

Instead of mentioning her slightly somber expression, I lift her face up to meet mine and press my lips to hers. She kisses me back immediately. Her lips taste sweet, she must’ve eaten honey earlier.

I keep my hands respectfully on her face, trying not to let them roam. Hers stay on my shoulders.

Our lips intertwine passionately, the tension between us rising. She draws a low noise from my throat as she takes my bottom lip between her teeth. I can tell she’s trying to hint at taking this further, but she won’t make the first move.

I keep the tension between us somewhat at bay by just kissing. My head is telling me to keep it like this, keep it somewhat innocent, but my touch starved length is begging for me to touch her.

My hands move their way to her hips, holding onto her as our lips collide with heat. Jade’s getting restless, I know she wants me to touch her just as badly as I do.

After a while, she takes matters into her own hands, brushing her core against my lap. The contact makes my already partially erect crotch tingle.

I pull away from her lips, looking into her eyes with a slight warning. Jade pouts, sighing.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, brushing my thumb against her hip bone.

“I want you,” she says.

“I know, I know. I want you too, but we need to take this slower,” I tell her with a frown of my own.

“Why? Why won’t you…?”

She trails off, knowing the answer. I rest my forehead against hers, holding her closer. “I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s okay,” Jade says. “I get it. You’re right.”

I kiss her lips softly before she gets off my lap. I wish she knew how much I truly wanted her.

“I’m assuming you haven’t eaten lunch?” I question Spencer as I stand up.

“You know me so well,” he laughs softly.

I roll my eyes playfully as I go to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Once I’m done, I sit next to him and turn on the tv while he eats.

“You’re getting close to graduation,” he says with a smile down to me.

“I know. It’s kind of crazy,” I say. “But I still have three years of school after this, so it’s not too wild.”

“You’re going to do fucking amazing.”

I smile before dramatically saying, “Spencer Reid, did you just say a bad word?”

“Oh my apologies, ma’am,” he chuckles.

It’s not long before another case takes him away from me for a few days. I stay up later than usual to talk to Spencer on the phone after speaking to my dad.

He’s talking a little quiet just in case one of his coworkers from the neighboring hotel room is still up.

“You’re quite distracting, Jade.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

He sighs playfully. “It’s hard to focus on criminals when all I can think about is how you taste.”

So he’s definitely a little horny right now. Honestly, so am I. My body reacts to his words with butterflies in my stomach.

“If only you were here right now,” I say.

“What would we do?”

He loves messing with me, getting me to say things out loud.

“Maybe you’d let me do some things for you like you did for me.”

“You’d want that?” Spencer asks.

“Perhaps.”

He chuckles softly on the other end of the phone. “I want to hear your pretty moans again.”

The blood rushes to my cheeks, burning red. “Maybe you can.”

“Oh?” I can tell he’s shocked by what I’m suggesting.

“Only if you want.”

“I want whatever you’ll give me right now.”

“I want you to tell me what to do. I like when you guide me,” I tell him, my voice soft.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Slide your hand down. Touch yourself, baby.”

I do as he says, slipping my hands passed the waistband of my pajama pants. My two fingers touch my clit softly, and a small noise releases from my lips. I drag the wetness to my clit so I can rub circles easily.

“I’m so wet, Spencer,” I tell him, whining.

He draws in a breath, and I know he wishes he was here to feel it for himself. “Good. Touch yourself as fast as you want. Don’t be afraid to make noise, baby.”

I nod even though he can’t see me. I rub my clit fast enough to draw moans from my lips but not enough to get me squirming.

“You sound so pretty,” he says, his voice low and deep.

“Are you going to touch yourself?” I ask through soft whines.

“I already am, baby.”

I smile, biting my lip.

The two of us bring ourselves pleasure as we talk on the phone, guiding each other and moaning from our own ends of the call. This made me want him even more. I wish it were his fingers dipping inside me rather than my own, but if this is all I get for now, I’ll take it.

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[melancholy-marionette]

Hi! How are you today?

You've likely already been asked this, but what do you use to make visual novels? How did you learn to do it? All the ones you make are so cool!!! 💖

Heya! I would say 'tired' is probably the main way I feel today xD I’ve been staying up until 4am again recently and forcing myself up again at 8:30am trying to make up for lost time on the jam that I’m currently taking part in with Lazy Polar Bear x3 (otome/josei jam)

We even tried our best to plan some stuff in advance so that we could have a chilled-out jam for once, but the world had other plans it seems, haha. We've both been hit by a fair bit of bad luck, so I’m pushing myself in the hope we’ll still be able to release a demo in time for the end of the jam. Energy drinks are very much my friend atm x3

I’m so sorry it’s taken me forever to answer anyhow! I’m still majorly behind on pretty much everything >.< so most of my replies are at snail speed, haha. It doesn’t help that my PC died at the end of April, and trying to get a new one has been a nightmare :( 

I knew it was on its way out for a while, so I’d been saving up + making sure to regularly backup data (thankfully, I don’t think I lost too much!) Managed to scrape together enough to get a new one, but when it was delivered, something was wrong with it >.< The first time I powered it on, there was a super loud scraping sound from a fan or something, and it threw up some BIOS error stuff instead of booting Windows.

I contacted the company, and they arranged to collect it & rebuild it for me, which took a while to do. Just had the rebuilt one delivered this week, but there’s still something not quite right about it :( It takes over 1 minute to boot up from pressing to power on (for reference, my PC that died was over 10 years old and booted up in about 10 seconds!) The 4th time I powered the new one on, it lit up inside, but never displayed anything. I gave it 5 minutes, but still nothing, so had to hit the reset button on the case.

Aaaand, one of the hard drives scans show it’s temperature is 68 degrees while the PC is idle, which doesn’t seem good >.< Neither does how hot the processor and graphics cards are showing on temperature readings when idle. As far as I can tell though, all the fans are working fine! 

Still in contact with support trying to find out what is going on :( Which is not what I need while trying to work on a jam project, haha.

Anyways, I’m so sorry for the giant ramble there!! To actually answer your question x3 I don’t think I’ve been asked it that much actually! Maybe only like once or twice :3 The first couple of VNs I made were made with Tyranobuilder cos that was the first thing I came across that seemed easy to use, and it was :D I did try Ren’Py first, but after completing a few tutorials and making a demo project, I hated having to do code stuff so much that I knew it would make me not want to make a full game if that was how I had to do it >.<

I got Tyranobuilder in a Humble Bundle years ago, and it claimed you could make VNs from scratch without writing a single line of code because it used a drag & drop system, so I figured I’d give it a shot! It definitely did what it said on the tin :3 I made my first-ever game with it (Solipsism Reigns) + another one after that (Impostor) before switching to something else. (well, there was also the CiQ demo too, but that's irrelevant now that the game is being made in Nani!)

I think I read a couple of basic tutorials for Tyrano, but it was honestly all really easy to get going with by just poking around in there and seeing what did what, haha.

Besides those first couple of games, everything else I’ve made has been using Naninovel in Unity. I’d say Nani took longer to get started with, but the tutorials are vast and very detailed, so that was a big help. I also managed to get it while it was on sale, so that was a relief since it’s quite expensive full price.

I switched for a couple of reasons. One being that the drag & drop system in Tyrano was fantastic for a beginner like me, but also quite slow, so once I’d grown a bit more confident with how things worked, I figured something like Naninovel with an easy-to-understand scripting language would probably allow me to work faster!

The other big reason was because of how buggy Tyrano seemed to be >.< There were a lot of issues in it that didn’t seem to be having fixes worked on by the software devs at the time (I believe they have since updated it though!) And it was just frustrating to discover there was the odd bug in my game that I couldn’t fix because it was caused by something in the software itself that I hadn’t even touched.

I’ve stuck with Naninovel because it’s definitely easy to use, has a tonne of brilliant guides, and the support on Discord has always been exceptional whenever I’ve needed help on how to do something :3 There’s still a lot about it that I don’t know how to use or little gripes I have with it here and there, but overall, I do prefer it to Tyrano. Nothing is ever gonna be perfect.

It does make collaborating difficult sometimes though because Ren’Py is still the most commonly used tool for making VNs I guess. So if you want to work with people to do code and stuff, and 1 only has knowledge of Ren’Py while the other only has knowledge of Nani’s scripting language and what Nani can do, it’s like you’re speaking two completely different languages when it comes to trying to understand each other x3

If I didn’t have to write code, I would probably use Ren’Py xD It’s just, while I still dislike having to type thousands of lines of Naniscript, I find it at least manageable without getting the world’s biggest headache, haha.

I’m glad that you think the stuff I make turns out cool though! :3 That means a lot ^-^ I always kinda feel like an impostor when it comes to everything I do in game dev just cos I never had any proper training or education >.< I guess a lot of VN devs are probably self-taught though! It is fun to figure things out yourself by trial and error, but I’m sure I must be doing heaps of stuff wrong xD or at least in ways that aren’t exactly the most efficient x3 I muddle through though :D 

Hope you are well + that May is turning out to be a marvellous month for you! Or at the very least, that you have had better luck than me lately, haha.

[celestie0]

Random ask cus I’m curious, was there a specific reason you made Shoko a sort of… ‘rival’ character in kickoff?

maybe it’s just me; but I personally found it off. Considering she says in canon how she’d rather not be w Gojo or Geto 😂😂

either way though, just wanted to pick your brain about it more or less, cus I honestly would love to see what your process was for writing the story. Love the series as well, found the mc thirsting over Gojo to be funny and relatable. Makes me wonder though, does he have a set major in the story, or am I just forgetting crap? (To my current memory, I think he was a business major ?)

oh yea sure i mean i don’t think she’s been made into a rival character though, as there is no bad blood between gojo, shoko, or reader. plus she has like…less than 500 words of screentime lol

but to answer, i started writing kickoff in january of this year, right after i finished watching s2, and i had no clue ab anything in the manga at that time (i believe the part where she said that she wouldnt date either of them is only in the manga so far n hasn’t been animated. i’ve never had any interest in reading the jjk manga, but i did see that panel on twt after i was already way past ch4 of kickoff)

the reason i chose her was cuz i was too lazy to make an original character for that scene lol. it was just easier for me to write with a pre-existing character in mind! i’d argue she’s kinda out of character in kickoff anyways, so i pretty much just used her name, but it’s just a fanfic so i was like ehh whatevo it really aint that deep lol

sorry, my answer isn’t anything profound 💀 you said you wanted to pick my brain ab my writing process but i fear the conclusion is: i was just lazy

aw i’m so glad you’re enjoying the story!! yes he does, he’s a business major! aka the major that lets him get away w being an athlete LOL

hope this answers!! much love

[bambimanifests]

hey bambi. maybe im not trying hard enough but everytime I dont see results in the 3d i get so discouraged and frustrated. i stop doing challenge half way through because i dont feel like its “good enough” and i can never stay grounded. I fantasize about my desires all day but when its actually time to get them i get lazy. whats wrong with me ? other than my mental diet being horrible what else am i missing ? what can help me ? i feel like no matter what i do its just not good enough for me to get my desires.

hi! first off thank you for sending an ask to me and trusting me to help you with your problem!!

so honestly there is nothing wrong with you. that’s a really bad belief to have about yourself and with a lot of people being harsh to their followers when it comes to motivation you might think that, however i do not and you shouldn’t either.

it is normal to have doubts and give up at times, especially if you are new to loa, but even if you are not we are all human and we all have doubts and give up, that’s just a fact.

just remember that there is nothing wrong with you, sometimes we feel frustrated, sometimes we get upset and spiral, sometimes we give up and regret doing so, that’s all human, which you are!

i’ve been there, i have given up many times, spiraled out of bad emotions many times and looked to the 3d many times, so have most if not all the other coaches or people who preach loa.

but as to my advice, i truly think it all comes to self discipline, i might be wrong, at the end of the day i am not you, i cannot feel and think like you, so i cannot be sure, but it sounds like that.

loa takes a lot of discipline, not just motivation while that can be helpful, it’s not always rainbows and sunshine, sometimes you just have a shitty day, that’s when you need self discipline to keep you on the track.

what i would recommend is looking into ways to manage your emotions as i suspect looking into the 3d and not seeing the results may cause some negative ones. so you can learn to regulate your emotions and not let them take over, another thing to note is that feelings are not manifesting, you feeling bad doesn’t manifest, so even if you do check the 3d and feel bad as long as you focus on thinking in favour of your desire you are okay and you didn’t fuck up.

again it all comes to discipline, i would work on discipline and grounding yourself as well as regulating your emotions. in addition reading this ask i would work on your self concept, i don’t know what you are manifesting but self concept is always good, work on how you view yourself, you are not lazy and there is nothing wrong with you! with self concept you can also decide that manifesting is easy, that you don’t fuck up in any way or you can say you manifest in x amount of time.

this is very long and i’m sorry, i tried my best to to break your ask apart to answer it all, if you have any further questions feel free to ask !!

[somethin-real]

Thanks for answering my ask....If you don't mind me asking (again), can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

I am once again answering asks months later than I should have because time isn’t real and I never open my phone BUT I will never give up an excuse to talk about the stuff I like so let’s go

(This is in no particular order because besides the first two I can’t pick a favourite child)

1) interview with the vampire (tv)

God. This thing has taken over my brain chemistry. I first watched it as the first season aired a few years back and loved it then and now that the second season has aired I literally cannot stop thinking about it. I have watched every episode of this series at least four times, some more than others because I genuinely can’t get enough. It’s simply so perfect to me… the camp… the vampires… everyone should watch this at least once in their lives (I am also currently working my way through the books and they are so tasty)

2) nbc Hannibal

GUH. I strangely never talk about it but Hannibal was one of the first shows to rewire my brain like iwtv has. I first watched it back in high school I think after a girl I had a crush on lended it to me on a usb stick and I think it’s so perfect. I find it really beautiful in a real vile way (pos) and can watch it over and over without tiring (in fact I could probably recite many of the episodes off by heart which I wouldn’t consider a problem but Some People might). The relationship between Hannibal and Will is so palpable and harrowing and I genuinely once wrote an essay on it for uni (I got an eighty) because I’m Normal

3) life is strange 2

a bit of a random one, but ever since I played the first episode of lis2, I’ve been obsessed with it. say what you want about the lis games, but there’s something really lovely to me about Sean and Daniel. maybe it’s because it reminds me of my little brother, maybe it’s because the experience of being a Latin person in North America is so familiar, but it’s a really beautiful game and I’ve replayed it… seven times now? I think? I keep trying to get different endings but I’m weird about making people do bad stuff in video games surprisingly

4) red dead redemption 2

Look man. I like cowboys, I like the great outdoors, I like the idea that Arthur Morgan (gunslinging criminal) is actually a pretty princess. Maybe I’m projecting but he really is a beautiful woman to me. this is another game I’ve played way too many times even though playing the epilogue bit where you have to build the fence makes me want to die. also Javier and John should kiss and I want sadie Adler to be my wife

5) sarazanmai

Maybe a bit of an oddball but this is one of those anime that’s like looking at a car wreck. You simply cannot look away. What began as a strange, mythological mindfuck of a show slowly morphed into a beautiful story about queerness and friendship and love and I recommend it to everyone because I just think it’s so good

6) wildhood

This movie fundamentally changed me. It’s a Canadian queer indigenous coming of age film that I watched on a whim when I was scrolling through a streaming service on a lazy weeknight a few years ago, and I didn’t expect it to be something so beautiful and touching. It’s about a young guy named link who finds out his mother (who left him with his abusive father) is alive, and so he crosses the province trying to find her with his younger half brother and someone who’d saved him from some racist convenience store owner. It’s a visually really pretty movie, and on top of that the story is absolutely beautiful and makes me cry every time I watch it. I think I’ve forced every single one of my friends to watch this movie all the while I stared at them like this 👁️👁️ to gauge their reaction to it. please please please watch this

7) to be taught if fortunate by becky chambers

this book!!!!!! THIS BOOK!!!! I had to read this for first year English my first year of university and normally books I’m forced to read are never ones that have a hold on me but I genuinely could not put this book down. I’m also not really one for science fiction, but despite the overall premise (a bunch of researchers get cryo slept in space only to awake and find that a disaster has happened on earth, wiping out a majority of the population) I feel like it focuses less on the science fiction and more so on the relationships between all of the astronauts, most of whom are queer and in a weird pseudo poly relationship with each other. idk I just thought this book was really beautiful and fun and I think everyone should read it

8) jojo’s bizarre adventure

look. this thing had to make it on here okay. I put off getting into jojo for a long time even though I’d been thoroughly aware of it even back in middle school, and when I finally caved I watched all of it in about two months, shaking and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure the whole time. it’s just so silly and fun and I think kishibe rohan should be real (he is)

I was going to add more but my brain somehow isn’t working so I’m going to do some honourable mentions again in no particular order: yakuza series, death note, after dark by haruki murakami, anything by Allen Ginsberg, kill your darlings, it’s always sunny in Philadelphia, fellow travellers (book and show)

Thank you so much for the ask!