#these hurt so much to write luv how dare you

[mischievousmoony]

Hiiii!!! i absolutely love your writing and i wonder if you wouldn’t mind writing a james potter x fem!reader thingy. Basically where she is out with some

friends that are absolute dicks and basically they ‘dare’ her to walk home in the dark alone whilst she is drunk and she agrees became se she just wants them to like her but she realises how much of an idiot she is and so she walks to James’ house where he comforts her and stuff.

if not don’t worry

love you!!!!

changed the prompt up a little hope it's okay lovie <3 i also made it a bit long for my definition of a drabble but thats ok hopefully u think the more words the merrier luv u

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 2.3k ⟢ warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, intoxication, social anxiety briefly mentioned, implications of how dangerous the situation was, for some reason i used this as an opportunity to practice writing imagery so sorry if it's too much

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The sharp, crisp wind nips at your skin as you walk down the shadowy, deserted London streets, the echo of your heels clicking against the pavement being the only sound that punctures the eerie silence.

A misty breath passes your lips and you hug yourself a little tighter, your hands making futile attempts at smoothing the goosebumps that dot your arms. You mentally curse yourself for listening to your "friends" when they said a jacket would ruin your outfit, wondering if this was their plan all along.

More tears fall as your mind wanders back to the friends you thought you were making and the bitter wind swiftly dries them against your cheeks, leaving your skin tacky with the salty residue.

What was supposed to be an opportunity to forge new friendships with some girls from your class took a devastating turn when they all crammed into a taxi without you, leaving you tipsy and stranded with their parting taunts ringing in your ears.

"Wait, we won't all fit," you had jabbered facetiously, the gravity of the situation not yet apparent to your drunk mind as you clumsily stumbled towards the car, your heel catching on a crack in the pavement.

One of the girls snickered as she wrenched the door of the black cab open, "That's a shame, innit?"

"I suppose you'll have to find another way home," another girl remarked, the others laughing along, barely bothering to suppress their amusement.

The carefree smile you sported faded from your face, feelings of dread and alarm creeping up your chest as you murmured, "My phone is dead, I won't be able to call a car."

"Sounds like you'll be walking home tonight," one of them sneered with a cruel edge.

"W-what?" you stammered, your chest rising and falling with a frantic rhythm as the sobering situation sinks in, "Walking back to my flat would take close to an hour."

The last girl to pile into the car— the one who originally extended the invitation to their night out with warmth and enthusiasm— looked up at you from her seat in the taxi with a mix of feigned sympathy and cruel delight. Her eyes gleamed with sly satisfaction as she leaned out of the car and took the door handle into her grasp.

"Well, then you better start," she declared, her tone punctuated by a mocking laugh and the slam of the car door.

You wish you could say that there was a sudden flip in their behavior the moment the taxi pulled up, but the abrasive way they conducted themselves around you all night should have had you running ages ago. But your naivety and desperation to make friends clouded your judgement, you supposing that it might simply take more than one night for the girls to warm up to you.

The sound of the car screeching away still rings in your ears as you brave the streets alone, trudging in the opposite direction of your flat. The hour walk to your home— more if you walked along the safest path you could think of— was too daunting on your mind. Your desperation to get off the streets steered you to your boyfriend's instead, his flat being half as far as yours.

If it weren't for the overwhelming unease you felt, you might have been too embarrassed to face James tonight. But your nervous edge was enough to send you hastily fleeing to his flat, it being well into the A.M., and you being alone— dressed in an outfit you were only comfortable wearing around a swarm of girls you thought had your back— and barely able to hold your own after medicating your social anxiety with a few too many cocktails.

When you finally arrive at the familiar stoop to James' place, you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you stagger up the stairs, leaning heavily on the iron railing for support.

Your knocking is incessant as you mutter pleas under your breath, desperately hoping James is sleeping lightly tonight. It feels like more time has passed than it actually has by the time the door creaks open.

James appears in the doorway, clearly just out of bed. His hair is tousled more than usual, stray strands sticking out unevenly over his forehead, and his clothes are wrinkled from tossing around in his sleep. He straightens out his glasses that lay crooked over the bridge of his nose as he processes your presence, his face a blend of sleepiness and alarm.

You utter his name weakly, a fragile quiver that reveals your vulnerability and distress. James' heart breaks at the sound and he wordlessly pulls you inside and envelopes his arms around you. You let him pull you in and your hands find the plush cotton of his jumper, gripping onto it like a lifeline.

James' mind races with worry, trying to piece together what could have happened to put you on his doorstep, tearful and distraught, in the middle of the night. He knows that you had gone out for some drinks at some bar downtown. He also knows that you weren't supposed to be alone and that you were supposed to take a taxi home— these being the answers to questions he asked earlier to ensure your safety.

The possibilities of what could have went wrong fill him with a profound sense of dread, and he tries not to let himself get carried away with the nightmares that swirl around in his mind.

Wrapped in his arms, you kick your heels off to the side somewhere. The shoes were killing you, and one more second in them and you might have collapsed into a heap on the floor.

James can feel you tremble against him when you settle, a result of the cold and lingering fear from being outside, inebriated and alone.

"You're freezing," he whispers, his voice hoarse from his recent slumber and edged with worry as his large hands come to rub your arms. He frowns at the iciness of your skin.

It's James' first instinct to break the embrace and tug at his collar, pulling the jumper from his own back to drape its warmth over you instead, leaving him only in his joggers that hang lazily from his hips.

The cotton is still warm with his body heat when it cocoons you and the scent of him on the fabric brings you comfort. You sniffle pathetically when you meet James' large, sorrowful eyes that brim with concern as your head pops free from the jumper's collar. He smoothes the fabric over your body quickly before his hands climb up to your face.

The pads of his thumbs sweep away stray tears as he cups your face, his fingers brushing softly along your jawline as he tilts your head to meet his troubled eyes.

"What happened?" he asks, notes of concern in his voice as his thumbs trace soothing shapes into your cheekbones.

An anguished whimper sounds in your throat and more tears begin to spill. You shake your head, unable to find your voice to explain.

"That's okay," he murmurs, pulling you back into his chest as he cradles your head in his hands, "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You're safe."

He coos tender words of comfort and reassurance in your ear, his voice steady and soothing. One hand lowers to gently rub your back until the tremors in your body gradually subside and you begin to feel a sense of security build back up.

James only pulls away when the rise and fall of your chest slows to a steady rhythm. Brown eyes meet yours and he offers a reassuring smile. He murmurs words of beckoning and leads you deeper into his flat. He doesn't take you far, just to his sofa so he can get you off your feet. You're thankful, the blisters from your heels becoming almost unbearable to stand on.

Your boyfriend sits first, gingerly pulling you down onto his lap, both craving your closeness and understanding just how much you need him right now. You curl up with your legs folded in front of you and your knees drawn close to your chest, your side pressed snugly against his torso. One of his arms wraps around your back for support, while the other rests casually over your legs, his large hand comfortably settling on the back of your thigh.

His head lulls forward until he can nuzzle into your hair, his breath warm against your ear as he softly prompts, "Think you can tell me what happened now?"

You sniffle once, letting your lungs fill with air before you stammer into a hesitant explanation. Still embarrassed over the whole ordeal, everything comes out in a small, quivering voice, starting with the awkward tension at the bar and ending with the way they laughed as they cruelly left you on the curb.

A whirlpool of emotions rages in James' chest. He doesn't understand how anyone could be unkind to his lovely girl, and he certainly doesn't understand how anyone could be so heinous to leave a person alone on the street like that.

James swallows hard, his next question living on the tip of his tongue until he has the strength to ask it. His tone is unwaveringly serious, low and intense in its level of concern, when he finally does.

"Baby, please tell me you walked straight here. No one gave you any trouble?"

"No," you shake your head, "no trouble."

James feels his whole body relax at your words, and a noise hitches in the back of his throat as he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. The overwhelming flood of relief and emotion threatens to bring him to tears, but he manages to hold them back. His eyes close briefly as he presses closer, his nose smooshing against the side of your head as he presses kisses behind your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut too as you allow James to cradle you in his arms. You think about how you almost tripped a few times, but you know that's not exactly what James is worrying about. Although, you can imagine he'd fuss over that too, checking your knees and palms for scuffs and kissing the skin there just because you could've hurt it.

As you feel the tension drain from his body beneath you, you think about how his fears mirrored your own.

"I was scared there would be," you admit in a small voice.

"I know my darling girl. I'm so sorry," he leans back, tilting his head to the side so he can meet your gaze. You don't miss how his eyes are glassy when they lock onto yours with calming intensity, "You're safe now, I've got you." He presses his lips to your forehead, lingering there as he mumbles, "I'm sorry this happened."

"I thought I was making friends," you choke out, the words cracking with the weight of the betrayal.

James feels his heart break all over again.

"Those girls don't deserve to have you as friend."

"But I want friends. It was so easy in secondary school. I've always had you, and Lily, Sirius, Remus. Everyone."

James listens intently, his sympathetic eyes gazing upon yours once again.

"I'm all alone at uni. And I don't why nobody likes me," you finish in anguish.

James promptly moves his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, "Listen to me. You're lovely, so lovely. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, alright? You're going to find people who think so too."

"And you have me," he corrects. "You still have all of us. I know things are different now, and I bet you're missing having friends in your classes, yeah? But uni's only just started. You're gonna find your people."

"You think so?"

"I know so, lovely girl," he says, his thumb flicking the tip of your nose endearingly, "I was already a goner the first time I spoke to you. And if I remember correctly, you and Lily were thick as thieves after one day of knowing each other. Right?"

You hum affirmatively, remembering the first days of friendship with the people you now call family.

"See? You're good at making friends. It's 'cause you're amazing, anyone with a brain can see that. Those girls are just bloody idiots." James' features take on a sour look when he thinks about them, but with you in his arms, he can't sustain his irritation for long— especially not with you smiling prettily at his words.

"There's that smile," he mumbles fondly, and your giggle is music to his ears. You stay like that for a moment, trading smiles and tender caresses.

Eventually, James' expression shifts, his brow furrowing as he becomes stern.

"Next time you go out, I'm gonna pick you up. I don't care how late, I don't care who you're with. And I'm buying you a portable charger for that phone."

"Okay, Jamie," you agree softly, recognizing the firmness in his voice that leaves no room for argument, and finding it a bit endearing how fiercely he cares for you.

He relaxes again with a sigh. His hand, which still remains cupping your cheek, pulls you a fraction closer.

"I'm happy you're safe, love. I'm happy you came here." Each of his words is wrapped with sincerity and affection. "I love you," he says earnestly.

"I love you too," you whisper, the same depth of emotion laced in your words.

He guides you even closer, meeting you halfway with a tender kiss to your lips. It's a beautiful blend of sweetness and innocence, a soft brush of lips that envelopes you in a blanket of sweet serenity, making you forget what it was ever like to be scared.

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[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)

was thinking of tyun x reader for this

uk the series “academy reincarnation”!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more 🤭smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]

i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobie💗

TENDER TOUCH

TH 002 .F22 2024

wc 5.3k

pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader

warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note *insert: Taehyun's 어디 있지 (where am I) in boba😳* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. 🙂‍↕️ I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. 🤣 Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!

Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. 😭😂 luv uuuu 😖💓

"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.

"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.

"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.

You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.

"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.

You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.

The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.

It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.

You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.

"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.

"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.

"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.

"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.

"I'll take the latter."

"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.

"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."

You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.

"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.

You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.

It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.

"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.

You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.

A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone

"Hello?"

"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.

"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.

"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.

"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.

"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.

2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.

Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3

You: I don't feel like going.

Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!

You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.

You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.

Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.

"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.

"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."

Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.

"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.

"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.

"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.

"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.

"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.

"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.

"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.

"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."

"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.

Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.

So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.

Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.

Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.

"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.

"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.

"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.

You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.

"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"

"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.

"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"

Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.

Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.

Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.

You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.

"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.

"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.

That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.

"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.

He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.

"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.

You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.

Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.

"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.

Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.

"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.

Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.

Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.

That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.

Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.

"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.

"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.

"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.

"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.

"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.

For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.

For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.

Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.

You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.

You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.

Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.

Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.

"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.

His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.

"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.

"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.

He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.

"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.

The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.

"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.

"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.

You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.

"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.

He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.

You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.

He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.

"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.

"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.

His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.

You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.

The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.

"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.

You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.

When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.

You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.

"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.

You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.

He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.

Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.

He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.

"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.

He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.

"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.

"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.

"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.

"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.

You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.

He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.

"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."

@binniesbooks 2024

[littlemissomega]

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PornStar!Natasha x Influence Y/N

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

Author’s Note: Hey luvs! Sorry it took so long for me to post something! Not my best work, but here you go!

“Hey guys! It’s Y/N Y/L/N! So, for today’s live stream, I’lll be accepting questions, dares, and video ideas! Within reason, of course!”

Y/n smiles brightly into her camera as it records. She started doing videos about a year ago and quickly became a popular influencer in her community. She tugs a fallen curl behind her ear and grabs her phone, viewing her live’s chat.

“Okay, from !booboo cakes ‘What’s it like living with the Avengers? Well it’s definitely… an experience! It was kinda a culture shock to go from living with my aunt to living with a bunch of superheroes and gods from outer space! But at the end of the day, even though they’re faster and stronger than most, they are still pretty normal, I guess? We still fight over who’s gonna do the dishes and what movie to watch just like any group of friends living together!”

Y/N skims through the comments popping in and chooses the next one.

“What is it like partying with the #Avengers and who gets the drunkest? Umm expensive! They’d spend the monthly grocery budget on booze if they could! But they’re definitely party animals. And as far as the turtle of drunkest; Thor, Bucky, and Tony always fight for that,”

It continues like that for a while. Someone asks for a tour of her room, which she gives, another asks to see the training room. When she sees her girlfriend’s name in a comment, her eyes pop to it.

“How are things going with Natasha?” Y/N cheeks flush, “Y’all are so nosy! But if you must know, things are going great!” 

A flood of comments like ‘omg she's totally blushing’ and ‘they’re so cute together!’ stream through the chat.

Most of Y/N’s most popular videos and vlogs include Natasha, more specifically Natasha making crude comments that make Y/N blush and stutter on camera, and when Natasha’s hands stay a little more than appropriate. 

YN’s account is by no means for kids. She openly talks about relationships, sex, and other more sensitive topics. No one under the age of 18 can view her account. But Y/N’s followers never fail to go crazy when Tasha sneaks up behind her to kiss her neck while she records, or joins her for Q&As or dancing TikToks.

But her channel is also popular because of Natasha’s. Natasha has an equally- maybe more popular- BDSM account. She also happens to be a part time prnstar.

Y/N is much shyer than Natasha, so Natasha has never really touched her on her PornStarsToday account. But she often convinced Y/N to join her on her TikTok account. The videos spanned from Natasha demonstrated bandage knots, proper and safe ways to choke your partner, and safe word descosions. So it’s not like she bent Y/N over a counter and recorded fucking her, but it made Y/N wet all the same. As soon as Natasha stopped recording, Y/N never failed to get pulled apart thoroughly.

The dinging of Y/N’s phone snaps her out of her thoughts. She sees her girlfriend’s name again and doesn’t even read the comment before saying it aloud.

“Call Natasha’ Mommy’ on camera and see how she reacts- Oh!’ Y/N’s cheeks turn bright red and she looks away from her phone.

People aggressively like the comment and chime in with agreements.

“Y’all trying to get me in trouble!” Y/N laughs, still blushing, “Sorry, but I very much value my ability to sit and walk, thank you very much!”

But something in the back of her head jumps at the idea. She’d never called Natasha Mommy before. But she’ll never forget how Natasha reacted when Y/N called her Ma’am in bed for the first time.. Needless to say, Y/N couldn’t walk for two days after.

Y/N ponder the idea, becoming warmer at the idea of how Natasha might react. The warmth shoots straight to her core.

“Okay, okay, you horny fuckers, I’ll do it!” Y/N decides, feeling braver than usual, “let’s go find her,”

Y/N grabs her phone and camera before tip-going out of her room and down the hall.

Natasha is in the living room, read, when Y/N finally finds her. She doesn’t notice her at first, so Y/N props her camera up on the counter and starts recording on her phone as well for two angles.

Y/N prances over to Natasha, stopping within arms length. Tasha doesn’t look up, but a small smile forms on her lips, knowing Y/N is recording.

“Hi, mommy,” Y/n voice ever so innocently.

Natasha looks up slowly from her book. Her eyes take Y/N in, starting at her lips, then down to the strip of skin peeking out from her pink crop top, to her thighs barely covered in her short, flowy white skirt with flowers. She’s the definition of sexy innocence. Natasha’s eyes go dark and pool with lust, but she smirks a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Hi, Bunny,”

Y/’s knees go weak. Natasha only calls her Bunny when she’s about to pull her apart until she cries and begs and passes out from pleasure and pain She can’t help but let a whimper slip from her lips. Natasha smirks wider and the sound and grabs the backs of Y/N’s thighs, yanking her into her lap.

“Mommy,” the whimper slips from Y/N’s lips against her will. Natasha chuckles into her ear, lips moving to her neck.

“You’re making all sorts of mischief, aren’t you, Bunny?” Natasha croons.

Y/N lets out a small moan of response as Natasha sucks on her neck. The phone slips from her fingers, clattering to the ground.

“Drop something?” Natsha asks, amusement ringing in her voice.

“”Pick it up,” Natasha orders.

“But, Tasha, it’s record-” Y/”N starts.

“That’s not my fucking name,”

Y/N falls silent.

“Pick. It. Up.” Natasha orders again, slowly and firmly.

Y/N obeys, leaning over the arm of the chair and retrieving her phone. She goes to end the live stream, but Natsha stops her; taking and prying the phone from her fingers. Y/N’s eyes go wide as Natasha props it up on the coffee table before returning to kissing her neck. Y/N’s face is bright red.

“M-mommy, it’s still recording!’ Y/N voices, struggling to string words together as her girlfriend rubs circles on her thighs.

“I know,” Natasha responds. Her lips stray to Y/N’s collarbone, and Y/N can’t help but tilt her neck back.

“People are watching, Mommy!”

“So, say hi to the followers!” Natasha buckles as she pushes Y/N’s crop top up, leaving her black, lacey bra on display.

Natawsha’s fingers skim the top of Y/N’s bra, but she stops.

“Do you remember your safeword?” she asks gently. Y/N nods.

“It’s red,”

The safeword is cliche and overused, but that’s the first word that had popped into Y/N’s head when Natasha asked her all those months ago.

“Good girl,” Natasha whispers before pulling the cup of her bra down..

And she moans. Natashia fucking moans at the slight of her girlfriend’s soft breast and hard nipples. She latches her mouth around one of the painfully hard peaks and swirls her tongue around it. Y/N’s hands fly to Natawsha’s hair and she teg gently.

On the coffee table, Y/”ns phone buzzes and dings as comments flood in like ‘sorry, did I click on the wrong girlfriend’s account?” and “RIP Y/”

“Mommy pleaseee,” Y/N whines breathlessly.

Natasha removes her lips from Y/N’s nipple just long enough to ask, “You were supposed to be accepting requests and questions in this video, right?”

Y/N nods, unable to form words as Natasha continues her tortuous licking . Heat floods Y/N’s core faster than comments flood her phone.

“Then I suppose we should leave the decision to the followers!’ Natasha turns to the phone, “Should I I fuck her now, or keep teasing?”

Tugging at Natasha’s hair, she grinds lightly against her; desperate for any form of stimulation. Natasha picks the phone up and scrolls for a moment, tsksing.

“Poor bunny, your followers aren’t very loyal! This is going to be a very long video for you!” Naatasha chuckles, “Oh, here’s the most popular comment! They think you should keep grinding your pretty pussy against my thigh , but not be allowed to cum!”

Y/ whimpers at the culmination of crude words and disappointment.

‘But Mommy-”

“No buts! Gotta give the people what they want!”

Electricity shoots through Y/N as Natasha gently tugs her panties off, brushing the sensitive skin.

“Fucking soaked!” Natasha tsks, examining Y/N’s panties before throwing them to the side.

Natasha presses Y/N further into her legging-covered thigh.

“Get started, bunny,”

Moans slip from her lips as she juts her hips forward, dragging her pussy against Natasha

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Natasha voices, attempting to egg her on.

Y/N squeaks as Natasha grabs her hips, grinding her against her harder.

“You’re adorable,” 

Y/N’s heart raises as she moves her hips back and forth, painstakingly slow.

“Faster,” Natasha orders like she read her mind.

Y/N obeys,digging her fingernails into Natasha’s shoulder. Her thighs start aching from the effort. Her core tightens as her clit drags against Natasha’s leg. The material is rough but slick with slit under her. Every drag and thrust does nothing to soothe the fire in her core, it just makes it stronger. She jults her hips up desperately and discovers a hard bulge in Natasha’s pants. She’s wearing a strap. Y/N’s hole throbs with the need to be filled.

“Mommy please! Need you so bad! Please, Mommy!” Y/N begs, forgetting about the camera for a moment.

“What do y’all think? SHould I give her what she wants?” Natasha asks the camera. 

Y/N braces her head against Natasha’s shoulder and groans.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N mumbles.

Natasha knees the flesh of Y/N’s ass and smirks.

“You look so beautiful, malishka. Let’s see if I get to fuck you yet,”

Natasha picks up the phone yet again and scrolls.

“Lucky bunny,” she smirks, “You get to ride my strap,”

Y/N almost cries at the words as Natasha pulls down the front of her leggings, a thick strap bouncing out.

“M-mommy! That’ll never fit like this!”

“I bet you can make it,” Natasha croons, thumb rubbing Y/N’s cheek.

Natasha never failed to choose long, thick straps despite her girlfriend’s smaller size. She loves watching how Y/N’s eyes glaze over and she cries when Natasha shoves the toy into her.

“But-”

“No buts,” Natasha repeats firmly, “Hop on it, bunny,”

Y/N’s hands shake as she goes to line the strap up with her squeezing entrance, but Natasha stops her.

“It’d be selfish to not like the followers see such a pretty little pussy! Come on, bunny!”

Natasha grips Y/N’s hips and flips her against in one sweeping motion. She’s now facing the coffee table, her back to Natasha.

“Mommy, I wanna see you!” Y/N whimpers.

“I know, luvie. Be a good girl for Mommy and ride her strap,”

Natasha lines her strap up with Y/N’s entrance, but Y/N doesn’t move.

“Momm-”

Natasha pinches her thigh and Y/N’s squeaks.

“Come one, luvie,” Natasha croons.

Y/N braces her hands on Natasha’s thighs as she slowly slides back onto the strap. Her entrance burns and she cries out as the thick strap stretches her. She gets almost a third of it in before she stops, tears burning her eyes.

“You’re only a third of the way there! I know you can do it, Bunny!”

“Mommy can’t!” Y/N babbles, a tear slipping down her hot cheek, “Too much!”

“Do you need some help, luvie?” Natasha croons.

Y/N nods, nails digging into Natasha’s legs. She whimpers as Natasha starts stroking her enlarged clit.

“I know, bunny,” Natasha soothes, “Your tiny baby pussy can hardly fit Mommy’s strap!”

Her other arm hooks around Y/N’s hips and slowly eases her down onto the strap. Y/N cries out at the unbelievable sense of fullness. She collapses back against Natasha, hissing at the shift. Her head lools against her shoulder. Natasha’s lips graze her ear.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and ride my strap. You look so pretty!”

Y/N lets out a mix between a huff, a sigh, and a whimper, but obeys. She can no longer hold her moans back as she lifts off Natasha’s lap, the strap sliding out a little, then back down. Her thighs burn as she repeats the movement. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room and Y/N blushes at the crude noise.She wants to touch Natasha so bad she can hardly stand it. Normally when they’re intimate, Y/N spends the whole time running her fingers all over Natasha’s body and holding her hands. She feels herself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace from the lake of comfort.

“Good girl,” Natasha purrs, “You look so pretty fucking youself on Mommy’s strap,”

She continues rubbing lazy circles on Y/N’s sensitive clit.

“Mommyyy, it hurts! Too big!” Y/N cries, her movements slowly.

“Aww, is Mommy’s fat strap too big for your little princess pussy?”

Y/N nods, not even processing the question.

“Then I guess I”ll have to stretch it out! Faster,”

Her leg cramps and everything aches as Y/N collapses against Natasha.

“Can’t, can’t,” she babbles, “Need help, Mommy,”

Y/N’s entrance throbs around the strap.

“Okay, luvie, shhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna help her baby cum,” Natasha soothes, pushing strands of hair off her sticky forehead.

Natasha’s fingers leave Y/N’s clit, causing her to whimper softly. She calms as Natasha knits one hand together with hers, the other going to her hip.Natasha lifts her hips from the chair and starts thrusting up into Y/N. 

“Oh!” Y/N cries, oher mouth forming an o, her eyes wide with pleasure.

The new angle causes the strap to rub every ridge in Y/N perfectly. Her climax building and she writhes.

“You acted so fucking innocent, but you must have known it would end this way, calling me Mommy for the first time, and on camera for that matter!” Natasha voices mocking in her ear.

“Oh fuck Mommy feels so good too much!”

Y/N’s skirt was long ago pushed to her waist, and it rubs against her skin. If she wasn’t so lost in pleasure, Y/N would be petrified at the idea of everything on display for all her followers to see. But she doesn’t even remember the camera anymore.

“Rub that poor clit, bunny,” Natasha orders. Y/N wordlessly obeys, moaning at the sensation.

“I’m g-gonna- '' Y/N starts, but a moan interrupts her and Natsha starts thrusting faster.

“I know, bunny. Cum for Mommy,”

A scream rips from her lips as she obeys, as if her body was waiting for Natasha’s permission. Heat ripples through her as her climax causing her vision to go starry and black. The shred of her consciousness left hears her babbling and moans towards Natasha as she starts coming down. Natasha slows down slightly, but not much. Y/N’s hand falls lip on her clit, but Natasha replaces it with her own. Sensitivity spikes through Y/N, snapping her out of her post climax haze.

“T-too much!” Y/N voices breathlessly

“You can do it, luvie. Just one for time for Mommy<” Natasha purrs in her ear.

“Can’t can’t can’t can’t Mommy can’t!” Y/N chants as her next climax building, threatening to push her over that cliff yet again.

“Yes you can, baby. Just one more, then you’re all done,” Natasha croons.

“Mommy I feel funny,” Y/N squeaks as an odd feeling builds in her core. Not her approching orgasum, but something else.

“Just one more time,” Natasha repeats, panting slightly, “Be a good little bunny and cum one more time.

Babbles and please slip from Y/N’s tongue as her climax hits her like a height train. She feels some kind of hot liquid squirt from her body before blacking out completely.

When Y/N awakens, her whole body is warm and comfortable. Her eyelids flutter open and she finds herself wrapped in Natasha’s arms in their bed.

“Hi, pretty girl,'' Natasha chuckles softly into her ear, “You were out for a hot second,, luvie. How a feeling?”

A heavy sense of exhaustion and leftover bliss hangs over Y/N.

“Good,” Y/N mumbles into Natasha's chest. That’s all she can manage with how subby she still feels. Natasha knows how deep Y/N slipped into subspace.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,”

Y/N’s dap hair is cold against her bare shoulder. Natasha must have put her in the bath.

“What happened?” Y/N asks.

“You squirted everywhere, maluska,” 

Y/N looks up from her spot nestled into Natasha.

“I what?” she asks.

Natasha smirks at her before pressing her back into her chest.

“Shhh baby. You did so good,”

Y/N gives up and sinks back into her, inhaling her scent.

“I love you, ‘Tasha,” she mumbles.

“I know you too, Y/N,” Natasha smiles, kissing her head.

They lay like that for a long time before Y/N bolts up, wincing at the pain shooting through her core.

“The camera-”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Nasha laughs gently, pulling Y;N back down, “You’re famous, baby,”

Y/N blushes at what the video must hold, how desperate she was.

“M-Maybe we can…watch it later?” y?n suggests almost inaudibly.

Natasha’s soft laughter rings through the room.

“Maybe,” she smiles.

Y/N grabs her phone off the nightstand.

“Not right now, baby! You’re still too sensitive,” Natasha explains gently.

“I know!” Y/N responds, clicking the phone on.

Her eyes widen at the amount of notifications and text on her phone. And her number of followers.

“How did I get so many new followers?” she asks, scrolling down.

Her face blushes bright red when she sees the first video pop up, and her eyes linger on the number o

“One and a half milllion vie-”

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

could i have a cold but flirty or teasing villain x flirty hero (hope this makes sense and I love ur writing ur describe things so fluently)

💜💜💜💜💜have sum luv

The hero stumbled into the empty warehouse and to their incredible luck they stumbled over their own feet, resulting in a painful landing on their forearms and knees. They swallowed a helpless sob and propped themselves up, finding some cover behind an abandoned machine. Leaning against the rust, they held their arm but it didn’t help them.

Pain exploded in their muscles and it was by its very nature, very hard to breathe in the dusty and heavy air. They threw their head back and didn’t even dare to look at their injuries. It was quite wrong to flee from a fight. But they’d gotten the order to retreat. 

It was to no use when they cursed softly under their breath but it made them feel more at ease when they listened to the explosions outside. How had they been so stupid? Thinking they could do this all by themselves?

A week ago, they’d begged the superhero to let them investigate and when finally, they’d given their blessing to attack yesterday, the hero had celebrated like a child on a birthday. In hindsight, all of this would’ve been very much avoidable. How utterly stupid.

The hero sighed and closed their eyes. When they gathered their thoughts, they pushed their own anxiety deep down into a little box and hid it in the back of their mind. Hearing the scolding words the superhero would bark at them tomorrow in their mind now wouldn’t help them at all. Instead, they concentrated on the pain and how they were drowning in it. 

Pain was something they were used to. That didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Surprisingly, it took them more strength than they thought to open their eyes. And when they did, they saw the villain. 

“Rough day?” they asked. The hero swallowed, shocked at that sight.

“Yuh,” they said and tried their best to ignore how their voice was sort of breaking, sort of squeaking.

However, their enemy just tilted their head and studied them from head to toe with a curiosity that could’ve indicated obsession. How obscene.

The hero blinked away their tears and choked out a laugh.

“Are you gonna kill me now?” they asked.

Even though they looked like they were interested in that, the villain shook their head in a degrading manner, as if they were disappointed by the hero asking.

“Not my style. I’d pull through from start to finish.” With slow, anticipating steps they walked towards the injured hero and crouched in front of them.

“Oh, I’m sure you would.” The hero gazed at the stained windows. They couldn’t see anything of the fighting but they didn’t need to; hearing it all too well was enough for their taste.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why are you here?” the hero asked. “You want to watch me die?”

The villain didn’t answer that right away, eyebrows knit.

“I watched the fight,” they said. “I figured if I saw you stumble into the warehouse, someone else would too.”

“Protector, huh?” The hero laughed at the villain’s red ears. “I like that.”

“Me too.” It was so close to a mumble that it was nearly unrecognisable and the hero thought they had just imagined it.

“What was that?” With an audible groan, the villain stood up, stretching their arms and legs lazily as if they had all the time in the world. Maybe they had but the hero certainly did not. That groan was music in the hero’s ears, though. A little ashamed of that, they could feel themselves blush.

“Do you need help?”

“In what way?” the hero asked, wiggling their eyebrows. They couldn’t help themselves — not really when the villain looked at them with those cool and calculating eyes.

Their enemy’s mouth broke into a smirk.

“Filthy thing.”

“Could be filthier for you,” the hero said. They grabbed their side and let out a moan, partly because it burned like hell and partly because they wanted the villain to have a reaction, too. Whatever reaction that was, the villain kept it to themselves and just stared. “Sadist?”

“Masochist, actually,” the villain said. This conversation was alluring and even though the hero could’ve stayed like this for hours, they knew they were bleeding out.

“I shouldn’t be surprised by that,” the hero wheezed. Desperate for some peace, they closed their eyes but tore them open when they feared they’d doze off. “Under different circumstances, this could’ve been a wonderful evening. A warehouse to ourselves.”

“I agree. They wouldn’t hear your screams,” the villain said, crossing their arms in front of their chest.

“Or yours. Masochist and all.” The villain made something close to a purr and they breathed in deeply. It looked like they took control over themselves again.

“This is fun, darling,” the villain said. “But if you want to survive this, you’ll have to beg.”

A beat.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” the hero answered, jaw dropped at the audacious request.

“Quite serious. Beg me to save you.”

[linos-luna]

Hi!! I luv ur writing so much💗 can u do one where you and Jeongin fight a lot and kinda hate each other, and in a middle of an argument yall jst start making out and eventually fucking? And then this becomes the usual for you guys to just do it esp in the most random times😗 and y’all eventually start liking each other for real!

i hope I’m not asking for too much🙁 have a great day and stay hydrated💖😻

You’re too sweet 🥺

Love the idea!

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Sour to sweet ❣️🥀

Jeongin (IN) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, swearing, unprotected sex, fingering,

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“You’re being ridiculous!!”

“I’m ridiculous?! That’s fuckin you!” Jeongin yells back. “You’ve been nothing but a bitch today!”

“How fuckin dare you!” You yell at your boyfriend, holding back tears.

Honestly, you forgot what the argument was even about. At this point you were just throwing out hurtful insults at each other. This is often how your fights are.

Sometimes you wondered if he even loved you. Did you even love him? Was love dead? Why were you both still here. He doesn’t even sleep in the same bed as you anymore. He opted to sleep on the couch.

You were a bit lost in thought as he kept yelling at you. You wiped a tear from your cheek as you blocked him out.

“Hey! Hello?!” Jeongin waved his hand in your face, trying to get you to pay attention. “Are you still in there?”

You only glare at him, making him pissed.

“So you’re just gonna keep being a fuckin bitch?!”

“No! Shut the fuck up!!” You yell at him, stomping your foot while tears started forming.

Before you could say anything else, he suddenly pushed you into the wall. You looked at him with fear, he’s never done this, and tears were streaming down your cheeks and lips quivering.

He stops for a moment and looked at you. You both locked eyes and looked at each other for a few seconds. Jeongin couldn’t believe how scared he made you feel. And you were just surprised at what happened.

You were going to say something but before you could process a thought, Jeongin suddenly kissed you.

This definitely caught you off guard. He grabbed your chin and started kissing you more deeply. You grabbed onto his wrist to stop him but only rested it there once falling victim to his passionate kisses. You started kidding back.

After 2 minutes straight of sloppy making out, Jeongin pinned you to the wall and kissed at your neck.

You gasped at the feeling since this was the first time he’s been intimate with you in a long time. Your boyfriend was getting more desperate and started ripping your shirt off, making his way to your bra while pulling at the straps.

Almost instinctively, you lowered the bra straps yourself and unclasped your bra. Jeongin threw your bra to the side and groped at your breasts while continuing to make out with you. He bit at your lip before letting go.

“Y/n…” he groaned. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard…”

You couldn’t even say anything as he suddenly grabbed you and threw you over the arm rest of the couch. He yanked your pants off followed by your underwear.

“J-Jeongin…?” You were both scared and excited.

Instead of answering you, he removed his pants and underwear then suddenly thrusts into your wet cunt. You nearly cry out at the feeling.

Jeongin didn’t care and continued thrusting. He continued hitting your sweet spot as he was railing you into the couch.

“Je-Jeongin!” You cry out in pleasure.

“What do you want slut?!”

“Harder!” You cry out and he happily does so until he cums. You do the same afterwards and slump over, gasping to catch your breath.

“Wow noona…” Jeongin said while breathing heavily. “You feel so good….”

~~~ ♡

A few days later you both found yourselves in another heated argument, yelling in your shared bedroom. Somewhere in the middle of it you just stopped and stared at each other.

Jeongin then pushes you to the bed, getting on top and making out with you.

You had your hands on his chest and he had a hand under your skirt, rubbing your already wet panties.

“How long have these been wet, noona?” He says as he moved your underwear to the side and rubbed your clit. “Did I turn you on? You like when I’m mad like this?”

“Je-je…” you gasped, not getting what you wanted to say out. Instead you reached your hand down to remove your panties but he stopped you.

“I want you to cream in your panties, baby…” he said with a smirk.

You moaned as he continued fingering you until you came multiple times.

~~~ ♡

And that’s how it went. You’d be arguing and suddenly he wanted to fuck… or maybe you wanted to�� who knows?

But after another 3 weeks of this fighting and fucking you started arguing less. In fact, he started treating you better, buying you gifts and flowers. Taking you out more and giving compliments. You also started acting different. You loved surprising him with your cooking and holding his hand when out. You even let him sleep in the same bed as you again. There were a few nights when he was asleep and you’d cuddle up next to him.

You became addicted to each other and couldn’t keep you hands off each other. It didn’t matter where you were.

Once you were grocery shopping with him when he grabbed you and pulled you in a utility closet. He started making out with you, pressing you against the wall.

“Hey-… baby hey!” You were tapping his thigh.

“What?” He stopped for a moment to look at you.

“At the grocery store??”

“You act like you don’t love it…”

You shrugged it off and went back to kissing him.

He lowered his pants and underwear, pulling out his hard cock. He also lowered your pants and panties, rubbing his tip against your wet pussy.

“Jeongin stop teasing…” you moan while bucking your hips.

He smirked and thrusted into you, continuing to fuck you while standing up. You did your best not to make too much noise but it was difficult, he knew exactly where to hit.

Two days later you found yourselves fucking in the bathroom of a restaurant. You had excused yourselves while out with friends and he locked the door behind you. Again, he fucked you against the wall but this time from behind.

~~~ ♡

You had gone a week without fighting and it was peaceful… but you could help feeling a bit horny. Jeongin’s had only fucked you when angry or in a mood of his own and you wondered if he would went you asked rather than in the moment.

You were in bed and you wanted him. Nothing could fill this void. You realized in that moment how much he’s changed and how he makes you feel. You felt… love.

Soon your boyfriend came into the room wearing his boxers and an undershirt. You sat there, looking at him. You had put on one of his shirts and waited to see if he’d notice.

“Cute…” he says while smiling at you. He sat on the bed, ready to tuck himself in when you stopped him.

“Hey Jeongin…?” You ask meekly while tapping his arm.

“Yes?”

“I um… maybe we can…” you stumbled on your words as he looked at you a bit confused.

You decided to move and sit i his lap which surprised him.

“Baby… I love you…” you said while looking at him. You then felt him holding your hips,

“I… love you too, y/n”

“Really?” You said, wiping a tear.

“Of course I do.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You smiled and looked down at his lap. You noticed a bulge in his pant, probably from you sitting there and moving a few times.

“Baby… can we… can we um…” you tucked at the belt of his pants and he knew what you wanted.

“Of course we can.” He nodded and laid you down on your back.

You were excited. Your pussy was practically aching for his touch and you we’re finally getting it.

He took off your panties, then his boxers. He removed your shirt and kissed you from your bare breasts to your soft lips all the while his hard cock was rubbing against your wet cunt. Your moans smothered by his tongue.

After a bit of making out he entered you and was thrusting softly. He had arms on each side of you as he did so and would softly kiss your neck or lips. This wasn’t fucking… for the first time in months, you guys were making love.

[bokettochild]

I feel like I might’ve already sent this in the past but I added a little scenario lol.

Do you ever read archive of our own fanfics? So I just read one:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51324469

And it was one of the best things I’ve ever read of the Linked Universe lol. And I had an idea: so what if Link wore his Gerudo outfit with the boys and they didn’t know it was him, like in this story, but we add x reader, and they’re dating him and so when he appears they start kissing him and being lovey dovey and whatnot, and the boys just go “?!?!?!”😂 and either they get protective of Wild and yell at reader about “How could you cheat on Wild?! How dare you?!” And others just stare dumbfounded at reader.😂

P.S. I understand I’m drawing from someone else’s story, so if you can figure out their tumblr and ask permission or tell me it or something please lmk. Because I couldn’t find their tumblr and idk how to use archive of our own at all. I’m new, sorry!

Anyway, the scenario lol

Wild led them to the wall where a hidden switch was but none of them knew that yet. You ran up to Wild and hugged him.

“Thanks sweetie, you’re so helpful!”

Then you start playing with his hair and kiss his cheek. The rest of the chain is a mixture of anger, horrified, betrayal, and everything in between.

Legend runs up to you and rips you off Wild.

“What is wrong with you?! How dare you?!?!”

You try not to laugh but you can’t help but smile.

“Leg-“

“No! You don’t hurt Wild and get away with it!”

Warriors is trying to pull Legend off of you as Sky comes up to you.

“Why…what did he ever do to you…”

He looks so broken. Behind all the chaos Wild stands silently seeing how it all plays out. He hears all his brothers defending him saying how amazing he is and doesn’t deserve you because you cheated on him. How even though he’s chaotic in battle he’s the most reliable person they’ve ever met. How he’s the best cook ever and without him they’d be starving. How much he brings to the family and without him it wouldn’t be complete…He starts shifting around and scratching the back of his head in awkwardness because of all the kind words his brothers have about him. How they’re protecting him. Eventually he puts you out of your misery and clears his throat.

“Guys…it’s ok. I’m right here. Though I’m very flattered.”

His cheeks are a little pink and he’s still in his Gerudo outfit. The chain looks at him and think he’s still some random girl.

“Huh? No we’re talking about our brother. I’m sure you didn’t know but this person has a boyfriend.”

Wild smiles softly and takes off the veil.

“I know they do.”

Now all the chain’s jaws drop. Wild chuckles and takes the rest of his outfit off.

“I’m very grateful that you guys would defend me, but it’s me. You don’t need to keep chewing them out anymore. Also, they knew it was me, so they weren’t cheating.”

Luv, I think you may have sent this to the wrong blog? I'm... I'm not a LU/Reader writer? I don't DO romance fics as a general rule?

I mean, if I was the intended recipient, thanks for offering an idea, but I'm really shit at writing romance at all, especially with a Reader x _______ ship

[ladypascal]

hey remember when i said i was gonna post an entire fic and had all these plans then my laptop deleted everything, i was sick for weeks, and work took over my life and other excuses that are irrelevant really?😀

me too!! so here’s a tiiiiiny part of a Joel AU that I started :))

This is no outbreak Joel AU with an OC, if that’s not ur thing I totally get it, but it felt like the best way for me to write it :)

hope u luv it, pls lmk!! xoxox 🫶🏻

“How many times have you let her do your makeup?” Ivy giggles as Joel snatches the polaroid out of her hand, holding back his own laugh.

“Well hell Ivy, I didn’t know, I didn’t count,”

“So you would say…countless times? That many?” she questions, eyebrow raised.

Joel sighs, putting his hands on his hips, tilting his head trying to pretend he’s annoyed at her teasing. But he can only hold back his grin for so long.

“Oh give me a break, would ya?” he places the photo back into the album, flipping the page, pointing to a picture of a younger Sarah next to a Cinderella birthday cake with a big 4 on top.

Her curls are pulled back, a tiara matching her princess dress, a smile so big Ivy knows it made her cheeks hurt, but genuine nonetheless.

“How was I ever going to tell her no?”

“I could see that,” she admits.

“Oh yeah? ‘n what’s that s’posed to mean?” he smirks.

“Means I could see it, pink nails, sparkly tiara the whole nine,” Ivy grins, teasing, before she continues, “means it makes sense, and it’s just not surprising to me, it seems like it all came very…naturally to you,” she explains, no teasing tone in her voice, “you’re a good dad, Joel, really,” she says, scanning through the album she held in her hands.

Joel doesn’t say anything then, no smart ass remark or even a grunt of disapproval, and Ivy feels heat creep up her neck, onto her cheeks as she picks the nail polish off her thumb, panic setting in.

“I don-“ Ivy dares to look up at him, his eyes boring into her own.

“Thank you,” he interrupts, not looking away from her, “means a lot to me,” he admits, leaving out the part that it means so much to him that his heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest, that his throat feels tight and he can’t seem to get the right words - if any - out.

He wants to tell her that no other woman has ever said that to him, has ever seen him quite like she does.

and now, less than a month after moving in, Ivy is telling him that she sees that in him. That it’s easy to see it, impossible to miss.

And after his tiny admission, he watches as she sees him again, a quick glance, a small smile, and shes changing the subject.

A/N: again, hope u all luv it, feel free to message me w requests or ideas or tell me it sucked, whatever!

xoxoxox 💗💗

[rinhaler]

I've been thanking A LOT about your plug!Sukuna and I wanted to share a thot

imagine after a smoke sesh where you managed to trick him and smoke wayyy less than him so you can be in control of the situation bc you want something from him that you know he's not willing to give in his five senses

You kiss his neck and ask him to let you fuck him (not that he needs much convincing but deep down you know he's aware you are into something) when everything is said and done you are on top pinning him by the wrists while he's inside but you won't move until he promises to give you what you want (IDK WHAT IS IT I DIDN'T THINK THAT FAR I'M JUST HORNY) and he know he could turn the whole situation around, he's stronger than you buuut his mind is so foggy and you feel so good and maybe he's feeling a little sub for some reason all he can do is wiggle and fuck himself against you biting his lip while we contemplates to give you whatever the fuck you little heart desires but he knows if he gives in just one time you are going to become extra bratty and belive you can get whatever you want whenever you want it from him just in exchange of some pussy (you totally can but he's won't admit and doesn't want you to know) eventually when he realizes he won't be able to cum like this Sukuna agrees but let's really clear you own him something, maybe a position he always wanted to try and you absolutely refuse, or to let him get your ass virginity, or some kinky shit he is interested at the moment bc Sukuna always has to win and always has to be in control of the situation.

anyways sorry bc i know is a lot, luv you🥺❤️

HI HI IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS

I have no doubt in my mind that Sukuna has a crush on the reader. But despite him and Yuuji not really getting along I know he cares for his little brother and ultimately wouldn't want to hurt him or betray him like that. That's why he would have made a point of telling Yuuji that he wants to fuck the reader rather than just doing it without permission.

So, to that end, I think the reader could very easily manipulate Sukuna into doing what she wanted. But I don't think she's that kinda girl! She's sweet and shy but is sooooo different when it comes to Sukuna. She's really tense and uncomfortable and she will always try to stay loud and confident and put him in his place but he can so easily have her cowering and doing what he wants.

But if she got the upperhand in a situation like you described? He would fooooold. If she had a clear head and he was a little fucked up from smoking she could definitely wrap him around her little finger. His crush on her would blind him completely.

I think he'd be sooooo mad at us though like how DARE you get me in this compromising position how dare you make me so weak and pathetic 😭

ohhhhhh i love this ask thank you so much im sorry if i worried you by taking so long to reply!! i really appreciate all of my asks and i like to take the time to think about what i wanna say and write a response! i can see you put a lot of thought and effort into this so i wanted to try and do the same for you <3 thank you so much for reaching out and sending me this i love ur big big brain heheheh pls take care and look after yourself!

[carmenized-onions]

alright yo!! I gotta do this while it’s hot and fresh! I just read ch 11 and BRO, I didn’t know what was gonna happen cause I don’t think lmao but GOD was this ch soooooo good. (and yes good, i’m a it hurts so good type of BITCH so believe me when I say youve MASTERED THAT FUCKING GENRE AND I WOULD EAT YOUR WRITING IF I COULD 🥹🥹)

i could genuinely go on for days and days about how good— no fuck it, GREAT, your writing is but for times sake i’ll say this, it AMAZES me how fucking ughhhh, on the nail your writing is for each of these characters,,, like like richie??? oh you’ve got richie down!! and carmen (meanie carmen who hurt tony’s feelings and possibly broke her heart just now 🥹) i mean of course you got carmen down, but syd?? you both make her possible to envision saying and acting these ways while also showing her in this new light, a best friend type of light like how would she ride for the ones she loves type of light? and a i’m just a girlllll in the worldddddd with my bestie type of light like you ATE TS ALLLLLL THE WAY UP 😭

anyways i’ll give you my play by play notes i took while reading cause they speak for themselves lmao:

- fuckkkkk their writing is so fucking good

- they got richie’s character down so fucking OMG

- DONT YOY DARE SAY THAT TO RICHIE!!!

- and don’t you DARE say that to chippie!!!!!!! 😠🔪🔪

- how tf have they mastered the art of making not only real characters but REAL moving relationships in their writing and omg i’m gonna fucking cry bro

- also why’s tony’s character like me?? but also someone i want to be ?? but also someone i want to deeply tend and care for?? ugh the COMPLEXITIES 😭😭

- lowkey so much more interested in tony’s character and how it interacts with carmys (and truly everyone’s but syd n richie r my fav) versus his character on his own and its not cause his character writing isn’t good, MY GOD ITS IMMACULATE and feels so RIGHT but they really put their foot in the curation of tony’s character and world that im so HOOKED

- and don’t get me fucking sSTARTED on syd and tony’s relationship like????

- inky?????

- squid????

- we are just two girlssssss living in this worlddddd

- wowwwww i wish i had real life versions of richie n syd as my friends cause it’s giving we are girlbosses but also tender hearts club?? iykyk🤞🏽

- i would quite literally cry and die over this series a million times over and probably already do when i think about it but i wish i didn’t just finish that chapter cause i so so so SO selfishly NEED MOREEEEE 😖😖

~~~

ANYWAYSSSSS this series is quite literally the cake frosting and cherry on top to my fucking life rn and your world building is so great i live in it even when it’s being built still and we’re all waiting for you to drop another one of your deliciously written chaps. i’m so grateful to have found this lil side of the internet you exist in and thank you for supplying us with this consistent dose of yumminess!!

thanks for listening to me absolutely YAP and just know if voice memos was a thing you’d probably be receiving 15 minutes worth of me yapping so count your blessings todayyyy!!!

ALSO ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE ADD ME TO THE TAG LIST 🥹🥹🫶🏽

luv uuuuuuuu n keep being great ��

THANK YOU FOR SAYING I'VE MASTERED THE HURT GENRE-- I also like the hurt, I was worried i didn't get the hurty enough. I'm glad everyone went "i'm so hurt" after reading 10/11, I did hurty all of you. my bad.

This is just gonna be a lot of me saying thank you over and over, but THANK YOU! I try very hard to nail these characters. I think there's fully notes in my drafts saying "HE HAS TO DO THAT. IT'S GONNA FUCKING SUCK TO WRITE BUT IT'S WHAT HE'D DO SO HE HAS TO DO THAT" Everyone that thinks I'm a cool good writer would throw up if they saw what the draft looks like LMAO.

Syd's been very fun for me to write, because with Richie/Carmen I think in canon we've seen enough of them handling friendships/partners to understand how they work in those dynamics-- But Syd does not have girlfriends. Like that bitch has no one. I'm so broken about this. So envisioning how she'd work in that dynamic while still being herself has been very fun for me. Based on the way she acts in Season 3, I think I got it p down. She's a witty fun gworl who's also a bad bitch who also has anxiety. I love her.

IN YOUR NOTES, I REALLY AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT TONY IN THIS UNIVERSE. I really did stick my fucking foot in implementing her in everything lmao. She's SO carved in. Which I love-- Apparently Carmen hates that but i love. I could smooch tony so much better frfr.

Richie/Syd/Chip have been genuinely my favourite trio dynamic to write for. Everytime it's been Carmen/Syd/Chip he has a tendency to just shut the fuck up because he's very wallflowery-- I love that Richie will interject without even a percent of hesitation. I love my yapping father. I love how he just be talkin.

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER AFTER THIS ONE TOO!! Something to Do was a doozy and this next one is . i'm not gonna say anything except i. am . sorry....

AND ADDED TO THE TAGLIST YEEHAW THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME YOUR THOUGHTS IT MAKES MY GDANG DAY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO GET TO RESPONDING !!!

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

mm how about the characters of hetalia (Portugal England Spain Roman Canada America Kiku) he proposed to his girlfriend but she is rejected because she no longer loves him

Hello, lovely~ I see we have a fan of angst in this house.

I'm afraid I'll have to divide this one up a little, as unfortunately the bits I've written are all a bit longer than I was anticipating.

Hope you enjoy!

America

Alfred's smile slowly slides away, even as he continues to kneel before you, your hands still gently clasped between his own. Surely he misheard you, so caught up in the moment that he's missed the rest of your words, only catching a small portion. Clinging to that thread of optimism, he presses for you to repeat yourself. 

"Sorry honey, I missed that. What'd ya say?" 

To his mounting horror? despair?- you repeat your earlier words, now with the adage of your own apology, something about having wanted to meet up to talk about separating, about- 

He can't really hear you anymore, his breath catching in his throat, heart clenching painfully in his chest, eyes sweeping across the floor in hope of some sort of answer, in hope that he'll wake up from this nightmare.

But you're squeezing his hands, helping him up, putting a water in front of him, trying to guide him back to the present, concern clear in your tone even if it's only- 

"Why?" He pulls himself from his stupor, sure his eyes are bloodshot already, certain you can see just how wrecked you've already left him.

You look positively devastated, as if you had expected this to go any other way, and damn if he doesn't still want to comfort you despite how much fucking pain he's in right now. 

"I don't love you, Al; I can't- I can't do that to you." 

Oh, how he wants to fight you on that, can taste the protests already forming on his tongue, can already picture the dozens of ways he would win you back.

Yet- 

You want this. 

He can see it, can read it in your expression, in the tension of your shoulders.

And he could never deny you anything, even if it hurts like hell. 

Even if it feels as if the universe is collapsing around him, as if you've broken every little piece of him. 

"Okay."

Canada

Mattie sees the dread in your eyes before he's even finished, his words trailing off as he studies you carefully- the averted eyes, the tension in your jaw, the very distinct aura of panic.

He feels his eyebrows draw together in concern, gently runs him thumb across your hand. "What's wrong?"

He watches as your eyes close, feels the small wisps of anxiety starting to build in his chest as you take a steadying breath, your eyes haunted as you finally turn back to face him.

No, you're-

Dear God, he's a dumbass; he should have figured this out ages ago.

You're trying so hard to be kind, your voice shaking as you try to explain your heart, try to explain your feelings, try to explain how much you do still care about him, but-

Frankly, he's only half-aware of your words, so lost to anger with himself for not realizing sooner, for not seeing-

Your palm on his cheek stops everything, his name from your lips silences every stray thought. He can only focus on you, lost in your apologetic gaze, drowning in the clearly platonic affection shining there.

Satisfied you've reclaimed his attention, your hand starts to fall, and dammit all if he doesn't want to catch it, hold onto you, cling to you.

"Is there someone else?"

You offer a small sigh, a tired sound, your relief clear in your relaxing shoulders and softening expression.

"No, Mattie. I don't know if there ever will be."

He wants to pressure you, demand to know why you're walking away then, what the fuck you have to gain from leaving him.

But...

But if he lashes out now, he may lose you completely.

And selfishly, stupidly, he can't let you go.

He can't let you disappear. 

He can't-

Things will never be the same between you.

He knows that, he knows.

But he's fallen too deeply to ever completely let you go.

England

"You could have spared me the embarrassment."

You should have told him sooner.

Oh, everything in him wants to hurt you, make you feel even a fraction of his pain, to understand just how humiliated he had felt at your outright rejection, half the bloody royal family standing in earshot.

He resists the temptation, forces it down deep, far, far away, cursing himself for his naivety. Yet again letting himself become attached, when the whole of Creation has proven over and over again that he is destined to be alone.

How bloody perfect that you would serve as Nature's messenger this time, and just when he finally-

He makes the mistake of glancing at you, catching the shame in your eyes, the guilt, the pit-

No. 

No, that's pain, too.

All desire to hurt you, to lash out and tear you apart, is gone in an instant, leaving only a hollow shell behind. He forces his attention away from you, paces over to the railing of the small balcony, stares at nothing in particular of the garden below. 

"Take the room in East Wing. Stay as long as you need until you can find your own place."

It's meant to be a dismissal, meant to make you leave, to spare him just a little of his dignity, to let him hide just how deeply you had cut him. But, as often seems the case, you either miss the hint entirely or choose to ignore it, stepping closer and hovering just a few steps away.

"Arthur, I need you to understand-"

"Stop," he hisses, unable to muster anything more than that. The ring, forged centuries ago for a queen long passed into legend, hangs heavily in his pocket. "I don't need- or frankly want- your explanations."

"Arthur."

Your hand is resting on his forearm now, a blessing (your warmth practically weaving its way into his soul, calming him, easing some of the pain) and a curse (a comfort he is no longer entitled to, a familiarity no longer truly shared, the source of all of this pain).

He wants to pull away, damns himself for not pulling away.

"Please just go."

It is a complete and utter defeat, one he can no longer keep from his voice, one he couldn't ever hope to hide from you no matter how desperately he should wish it.

He hears your mouth open and shut again, the weight of your unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the space you vacate, leaving him alone in the cool twilight.

Spain

Tonio can sense there's something off about you, knows you've been actively avoiding him for the past few weeks. He's had his suspicions for a while, and it's not until your rejection that he finally has confirmation. 

"I'm sorry, Toni."

He can feel a tremble in his hand, can feel the smile starting to slip, but he's determined not to crack, not now.

"What?"

You repeat yourself again, and he tries not to pay too much attention to how much easier the words flow from you now, the first hurdle overcome at last.

The first blow hasn't even finished landing, and you're already firing another volley? Despicable.

He is pissed, so furious he can barely focus on your additional explanations, your apologies, your reassurances. Why should he listen, anyway? You-

"You're leaving me."

Whatever the Hell you had been saying is cut short, your eyes widening in surprise when you finally look at him, realise just how enraged he's become. You visibly go to take a step back, stopped by the stone wall of the small bridge.

Wasn't this fucking perfect?

Everyone left him eventually, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fought to keep them. Why should he be surprised that you'd end up the exact same way?

There's an inferno roaring in his ears, a haziness to his vision, and his nails are digging so sharply into his palms he can feel them piercing the skin.

A sick, twisted part of him wants to make sure you can't run away, can never leave him again, and for a moment, for a horrifying moment he actually considers it.

Common sense snaps back into place, a sharp, whipping jolt of knowledge that those thoughts belonged to a different man, that he hasn't been that man in a long, long time.

He finally meets your gaze again, feels his heart shatter at the concern in your eyes, at the tangible traces of fear.

No...

No, you were the last person who should ever be scared of him.

"Go."

It's an exhausted sigh, the taste of defeat more bitter now than it had been in centuries. He looks away from you, opting to watch the sunlight playing off the water.

You're hovering, and he feels his chest constrict when he hears you step closer.

With a growl, he turns to face you, pouring all of that aching fury into his voice.

"Go!" 

It's enough, and you practically run in your rush to get away from him.

Once you're finally long gone, he slams his fist into the wall beside him, and crumbles to his knees, finally lets the mask shatter to pieces.

He's lost everything else; of course he'd lose you, too.

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I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons. 

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

LT

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

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Hello! I saw you were maybe open to possible suggestions for Alfie ideas or headcanons. Would you maybe be open to a fic or cannons. With Alfie and a wife reader. Like she comes in to the bakery one day panicking because someone shot Cyril when she was out with him. she just ranting,worried about a guy hurting her dog not realizing they were trying to hurt her. And Alfie is trying to calm her down. Cyril lives though. then she realized they wanted her she goes off on the shooter. U don’t have 2

"A Decent Bastard" — (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)

SUMMARY — It was just another morning; you went out for a walk, got attacked by Alfie's enemies, came back bleeding to his bakery barely standing. Obviously, Alfie craves revenge and his rage turns murderous.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Thank you so so so much for trusting me with your request, Anon! I hope it's what you wanted. In the middle of writing it I learned something about myself and that is: I'm shit at headcanons. I hope a fic is better ❤️❤️❤️

WORD COUNT — 1,358

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You knew perfectly well that most of the time Alfie was only pretending not to be worried about you. True, he wasn’t the most affectionate of men and he certainly did not serve as the prime example of husbands… Matter of fact, your marriage was the reason you were no longer on speaking terms with some of the people who had previously claimed to be an integral part of your existence. But they didn’t know Alfie like you did.

Alfie was your man, your friend, your literal guardian angel. Not many people knew that underneath that gruff exterior was a good decent man that did his very best not to come out to others; he was a bastard to everyone else, but a gentle and thoughtful bastard to you.

That good side of him was of course part of the reason why Alfie reacted the way he did when two of his men barged into his office in the early afternoon and both looked like they'd seen a ghost.

“Fuck off!” served as the standard Alfie greeting, that was until both took off their caps and looked at each other, actually concerned.

“What?” Alfie asked them and put down his paper.

“Boss…” One of them, apparently the braver, spoke up first, but no words could possibly describe what came next.

As soon as you appeared behind his workers, pale and tired and barely standing, Alfie stood up and with one word decided:

“Out. The lot of ya, out!!!”

He was by your side in seconds and you chuckled softly, because suddenly a thought hit you that a man built so heavily surely had no business to be so quick.

“Shh, there, luv, I got ya, alright… There we are, nothin’s gonna hurt ya, come ‘ere…”

There was an immediate difference in how he spoke to you, voice low and soft and strong arms wrapped protectively around you.

“They got him,” you managed to say, leaning on him to stay upright.

“Darlin’…”

“They… I think they got him.”

“Luv, you’re bleedin.”

“No,” you shook your head, “or wait… I think I am.”

“Fuck’s sake, the fuck happened to ya?!” Alfie led you into a chair and then suddenly out of nowhere you were in the presence of Captain Solomons.

Alfie the soldier was only one of his many personas, at least one he had told you about. You knew your man had lived many lives before he met you. For now, Captain Solomons took over in him with the stoic movements and careful assessment of the situation.

Alfie was quick, but steady in the way he tended to you. He whipped out the first aid supplies completely out of nowhere and you smiled when he crouched down beside you to carefully remove your blood-soaked blouse. All the while you were certain that though the glass walls of Alfie’s dark office wouldn’t normally provide you much privacy, in a situation such as this none of his men would dare so much as to glance inside.

“What happened?” he asked you and you winced when he got to disinfecting the wound. “Who did that to ya?”

“Alfie…”

“Who? I need names, right? ‘Cause I’m gonna kill him…”

“No, they… They got Cyril,” you said weakly and held onto his forearm when he reapplied the disinfectant. It hurt like hell.

You looked at him and he met your gaze and let you squeeze as hard as you had to. You let go when you saw how deep your nails dug in the skin.

“Oh, God…”

“Shh.” He rolled down his sleeve and that was the end of that. “What do ya mean he got Cyril? Where is he?”

“I was in the park.” You closed your eyes because he was dressing the wound now and that part was almost pleasurable. Had it not been so bloody painful everywhere else. “I was in the park… We went for a walk. Our usual spot…”

“What?!”

“Well, I know you don’t approve, but I was just so sick and tired of staying at home…”

“An’ there was good reason for it, Y/N!”

You sighed and looked at the bandage.

“Are they gonna take my arm, soldier?”

“Don’t fuckin’ joke like that,” Alfie grunted and you looked away.

“Fine. But Cyril is gone. And they tried to shoot him, but…”

Alfie got up to clean his hands from all the blood. You looked after him and judged by his silence just how naive your thinking had been.

Of course they weren’t going for the dog. The bullet had just grazed you, but they weren’t coming for Cyril. And Alfie knew that, too. Captain Solomons went away then and your mad boss of Camden came out to play. You could see that by the way his posture changed and how hard he clenched his jaw.

No, they weren’t there to shoot the dog. Alfie knew. He had been on the real side of the business since he was barely ten years old. Suddenly you felt smaller than ever before.

“I’m sorry,” you offered, but he didn’t listen.

You could tell a plan was forming already in that brilliant head of his.

As expected, you weren’t involved in Alfie’s plans. As a matter of fact, you were locked in the house, with some of the most deadly of Alfie’s men guarding the outside. Alone and in pain, you roamed the halls of the townhouse like a ghost. You didn’t even bother to turn on the lights or light any fires.

It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to run out there and shoot people alongside your husband, but with the things being how they were… You, here and helpless and him – just… out there.

Well, you wanted to do something.

It was nearly midnight when the front door slammed and you immediately jumped out of your seat and ran downstairs. You only had your nightgown on and in all that darkness you truly stayed authentic to your new ghostly persona.

“Fuckin’ hell, it’s like a tomb in here! Fuck’s sake, woman, we can afford electricity, you know…! Ah. There you are. You awake?”

You gasped when you saw the state of your husband, but then your focus went straight to Cyril. He was standing there at Alfie’s side, safe and sound. The loyal and obedient beast he was, too, because Alfie didn’t even need to use a lead to keep the dog close.

“Oh, God!” You knelt before the dog and wrapped your arms around him, leaving wet kisses all over his snout and soft ears.

“Yeah, don’t mind me, right, I’m just gonna stand here until ya’ve kissed the bloody dog proper, no big fuckin’ deal…” Alfie grumbled.

You laughed and looked at him, then laughed again when you noticed his exasperated expression. There was another side to your husband, beside all his other personas, and it was one of a very, very neglected street child.

“What happened to you?” you asked, still on your knees and hugging the dog.

Cyril, the calmest dog in the whole of England, just stood there patiently, panting happily and enjoying the attention.

“Nothin’. Play with the dog, why don’t ya.”

“Stop it!” You got up and wrapped your arms so tightly around Alfie that he grunted in pain.

“Yeah, all right, not so tight, fuck, yer gonna kill me…”

“Where were you?” You buried your face against his shoulder.

“Nowhere.”

“And whose blood is this?”

Silence. You looked up and this time Alfie met your gaze.

“Not mine, innit…”

You let out a long sigh and nodded.

“Is it dealt with?”

Alfie frowned at how calm and serious you suddenly were and said nothing.

“Alfie.”

“Hm.”

“Is it done?”

There was blood on his face, blood on his hands, blood on his shirt and what you knew was graveyard dirt on his boots.

“Alfie?”

He shook his head, then cupped your face in his hands, finally deciding to treat you like an adult.

“It’s done.”

You closed your eyes and nodded.

“Good. And come closer already.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, you goon! Your wife needs a proper kiss.”

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Heyy! I hope it isn't too late to request.. Could u pls write Draco x reader for a enemies to lovers trope! Extra points for sexual tension (a lot of it 😅) you can take any kind of plot u want to!! Luv you!!

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summary: a bookmark and a history pairing: draco x nb!reader a/n: i started w writing draco x reader enemies to lovers & ill die writing it too. used prompt 11. bookmark

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Inside the near endless catalogue of pages of your History of Magic textbook sits a velvety green bookmark with silver carvings of an ostentatious, long-since extinct flower. If you were to bring it close to your nose you’d feel a slight tickle from the fabric and smell something akin to sandalwood - musky, balmy, archaic.

It had belonged to Draco before he had gifted it to you - it was not only a marking of trust but also a declaration of something akin to affection. You had accepted it with an oddly beating heart.

It hadn’t always been mollified smiles and not-quite-baneful-but-not-quite-not conversations between you two - most of last year and rest before that had been spent trying to annihilate one another, be it in studies or in spirit. Pride was a treat the two of you indulged in frequently. It was only natural that, being so alike, you’d hate one another at first sight.

Winter is when you were at your worst. Arrogant and snoot, doused in perfume that changed depending on your mood - crushed daisies when happy, campfire smoke when angered - and you were particularly biting with your comments. ‘Didn’t do our homework again, did we?’, ‘What’s the matter, Malfoy? Father can’t pay you outta this conundrum. How unfortunate.’, ‘Why are your cheeks so red? You look ridiculous.’. Your cadence was gruff, insufferable. Draco once knocked your shoulder and you came tumbling down into the heaps of snow, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you. 

He was particularly abhorrent to your warm breath on his cheek and the snowflakes that tangled into your hair, your lashes, “Let go of me, you--” His sentence came undone in a strangled yelp once you pushed him off of you. He dared not try a stunt like that without his entourage again.

You became more pacified during springtime, but only because summer was approaching and you could be rid of him soon. You daydreamed of heatwaves and seas and the sand between your toes, all while reading tomes in the library with a warm drink and a bleak afternoon outside your window. Studies took most of your time, but that did not mean you didn’t find a free minute to hex Draco’s book so that all of the writings would turn in gibberish.

In return, he simply lit yours on fire.

“You idiot,” You screamed, dropping the flaming pages onto the floor and grabbing your wand. Singed fingers stung, but you extinguished the book with one simple mutter of a spell, “what were you thinking, you oaf?!”

“Next time,” He yelled back from across the table, “learn to mind your own business!”

The library was shaking from the brewing argument. All promptly, and deathly, fell silent once the head librarian was in sight.

Summer’s when you’re at your happiest - ridding your broom and drinking so much lemonade your tummy starts hurting - but amidst endless adventure and sleepless nights you had noted a craving. As much as you adored your friends, you could never really talk with them the way you talked with Draco. None of them would talk back. 

You thought about ridiculing him for his lack of knowledge in Charms and suddenly the whole room smelled like daisies.

September you’re at your best, energetic and excited to learn, to get lost in these massive hallways and explore their secrets. You’re happy and chatty and all too loud for mornings, but no one really minded since you always had something interesting to say.

It was uncommon for Draco to find himself in the woes of almost getting detention, and the sight of it at the start of the school year startled you. The world’s axis had shifted, it seemed, because you were raising your hand and speaking his defense before you had realized what you were doing. It was a shock to everyone. You, perhaps, most of all. But he was spared cleaning the classroom and you felt too anxious after such a good deed to stick around for a ‘Thank you’.

It kept rolling from there - these small acts of kindness, or perhaps protectiveness, as if to say: only I have the right to pick on you, no one else. In somewhat of a twisted way it could be viewed as endearment. Your insults had lost their bite and gained a playful edge. He always looked too smug when conversing. By then, the whole school believed the two of you had been flirting, and it enraged the both of you.

That was until the night of the Yule Ball when he kissed you between the frost covered arches of the courtyard. You didn’t recall much from that night, only your cool cheeks inhaling mouthfuls of cool air after his kiss.

“I want you to have it,” He had said, handing over a pretty, green bookmark days after. It was old, you could tell by the dog-eared corners. You turned the marker and on the other side, in pale, glimmering letters, was written MALFOY. Strange, you thought, since everything about him and his family was always so pristine, “it’s been in my family for a while.” He admitted it with mild-embarrassment and the look in his eyes was begging you not to ask why he was giving it to you.

Your lips slinked into a small, pleased smile. You didn’t quite know what it meant, but you felt it - a warmth, a happiness, crushed daisies in the air - but even then, you still seemed smug. You’re at your worst in winter.

“Well,” You spoke after a brief pause, “’fraid I don’t have anything as fancy as this.” You motioned to the bookmark, “But,” You drew closer, “hope this’ll be just as good.” You closed the distance between you. The kiss tasted like coffee and truffles. The bookmark, crushed in your grasp, formed a few more creases. You almost forgot of it entirely once his hand landed on the side of your jaw.

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Heyy :)), I saw your requests open and I was wondering if you can write up some tokyo rev headcanons for this scenario:

Chracter visits reader's house for 'studying' but when the enter the house they are immediately greeted by a huge ass doberman dog who's looking at them like they murdered their mom. And reader's just like : whuehue they don't bite :))

(I just went into my bestie's house and they didn't inform me their cousin and their dog was visiting and I felt like I almost died like three times when the dog tried to tackle me, like their paws are literally up my shoulder and their slobber was all over my face. The owner's just like 'oh he's an angel he just wanted to be friends with u' sir you don't know how to speak dog how do you know if it's actually telling me to prepare my prayers? Shdhgdhdgd sorry for oversharing but I just wanted to tell u where this came from and I also want to see others suffer the same thing. Thankss ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️)

A/N: Of course, thank you so much for the request❤️ I laughed so hard while writing this 😂 It was so much fun to do. Here you go luv, I hope you like it!

Characters: Ran, Takemichi, Shinichiro, Baji, Chifuyu

Ran

The poor bastard never expected to be face-to-face with your personal bloodhound and it was all Rindou’s fault. The younger haitani was used to coming over your house and he knew you had a dog, so when Ran told him he’d be “borrowing” you for the night to study, best believe he made sure not to mention a word about the canine that guarded you and your house.

Was screaming like a little girl when the dog started barking as it towered over him, looking like it was ready to make the lanky male its next chew toy.

He thought that if he was going to die, he’d make sure he didn't get his face messed up too bad.

“ANYTHING BUT THE FACE!”

While Ran was screaming bloody murder and begging for his life to a hundred pound dog, you were innocently watching the whole commotion through the home camera that was installed.

“Y/n why the fuck do you have that demonic mutt in your house?!” “ ‘Demonic’? He’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

Ran believed that it was utter bullshit, especially after he almost had his gorgeous face mauled.

No matter how much you reassured him, he didn’t dare come near the dog.

Complained that he could’ve died because you nor Rindou told him that you had a dog.

He spends the whole night fighting with the dog for your attention and when it would get too close to him, he would use you as a shield.

He definitely considered the idea of poisoning it at some point.

When it was time to leave he made a mental note to murder Rindou when he saw him after putting him in a near-death experience.

Takemichi

The poor soul passed out right then and there when he was face to face with your “human friendly” pet.

Chifuyu suggested that he should get some ‘tutoring’ from you since he was struggling so much in class.

His friend was an idiot, so of course he forgot to mention that the pet you had was a Doberman.

His screams were definitely mistaken for a little girl’s scream. The whole neighborhood could hear him.

When you come to see what is happening, you see Takemichi knocked out cold while your dog covers him in drool as he licks his face.

“A-am I dead?” “No, you idiot! My baby would never hurt someone!”

Genuinely thought you were crazy to think something as big as your Doberman wouldn’t jump at the chance to chew his limbs off.

He makes up an excuse that he was just stopping by and didn’t need any tutoring.

Cries to Chifuyu that he almost died because of him.

“If I die, I’ll make sure I drag you to hell with me!” Quoted a teary-eyed Takemitchy.

Shinichiro

The older Sano just wanted to spend some time with you after a stressful day, but was thrown into despair after seeing a Doberman greet him in your living room.

The poor soul gets chased around your house for a whole hour before you come home to see him hitting your dog with a pillow.

“Y/n! Thank god! PLEASE HELP ME!” 

When you explain to him that you recently had gotten a dog for extra protection, it made him offended. Why get a dog when you have someone that would protect you with their life? Let alone someone who has a whole gang backing him up.

He would complain that you could’ve gotten a medium sized dog instead of asking hell for one of its' bloodhounds to be your canine companion. 

When he tries to smoke, the dog would growl at him as a warning not to smoke around you.

When he tells Wakasa and Benkei about what had happened, they admit that they also had similar encounters with your dog. They secretly made a pack that if they were to encounter your dog without you around again, they’d fight it off together. 

“If one of us goes down, then we all go down” - Shinichiro.

One day, he brought his siblings over to your house with him and your dog instantly fell in love with the two. (Complained later on that the dog was trying to replace him)

Manjiro and Emma teased him for being a wimp and he had threatened to feed them to the dog, but ended up almost having his hand bitten off afterwards.

Baji

He was used to dealing with animals at the pet shop, especially angry cats, but dealing with a huge ass Doberman was a different story.

The moment he walks in your house, he is greeted with your angry-looking Doberman with small bits of meat decorating its teeth.

He genuinely thought you had been eaten by it.

In an attempt to get away, he throws his backpack at it while running out the door.

He ends up bumping into you and is relieved yet confused at the same time.

It takes you two whole hours just to get him to calm down.

“He doesn’t bite Baji!” “You weren’t the one that thought it ate their friend.”

When he sees Chifuyu at the pet shop, he makes sure that they don’t end up taking in any big dogs like the one he had encountered with you.

Has nightmares about his cats getting murdered by your dog for the next two weeks.

Chifuyu

Similar to Baji, Chifuyu is an expert at handling animals, but not huge dogs.

You and him were studying for an upcoming exam and you had forgotten that you needed to feed your dog.

Now, in Chifuyu’s mind he thinks you have one of those small-sized puppies girl’s usually like. But, he’s proven wrong when you come back with a huge Doberman following behind you, already eyeing Chifuyu as his dinner.

At the moment, it looked like you were going to feed him to the dog.

He starts to beg for forgiveness for whatever he’s done wrong to make you want to use him as a human sacrifice. 

Goes on and on about stuff he did wrong while clinging on to your leg. 

Poor Chifuyu was in a state of panic, until you shook him hard enough for him to get his act together.

“Chifuyu he’s trained, he won’t eat you.” “Last time I checked you don’t speak dog language! What if he plans to eat me behind your back!”

He thinks it’s jealous of him because you guys are close.

Forces you to come over his house if you want to see Peke J. because he firmly believes your dog will try to murder his cat out of spite.

Wanted Baji to suffer the same thing he went through, but ended up getting the shit beat out of him afterwards.

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Hello, love! How r u?

First of all, I just want to say sorry for being my third request 🤣🤣 I'M SOOOORRY! I dont wanna bore you, but you are so attentive and dearest with me... and i cant resist, because your writing is inspiring! 😍🥰

Okay, it's like i'm "flattering", but its true! 🤣

Alright, lets go! 😅

I don't know, maybe you had already written something like that... if you have it, sent to me, please!

Could you write a jealousy Bucky, like... reader is the only person who he had ever talked, specially about the nightmares being the winter soldier, and, i don't know... maybe an ex-boyfriend being back, or another avenger flirt with the reader, what was just a kidding and Bucky taking to serious... some situation that make him being jealousy? He decides to talk about that when they're training (he helps her with self defense), and the fight takes such a serious turn that they offend each other.

They past a few days without talking each other and Bucky starts to get a little bit closer with another girl, maybe Natasha or Sharon, what makes this time, reader get jealousy.

In the end, the Avengers are in a mission to save a city being attacked by aliens. (The next idea was inspired by TikTok 😅) When all its over, Bucky appears looking for "her", asking if "she" is okay and the girl who approached him appears, saying she's fine and hug him... when actually, he's looking for the reader.

The reader is the last one to appears, asking if everyone is okay and Bucky goes and hugs her and happy end (?) 🤣🤣

Sometimes i feel like im being annoying for making long requests... and so specific lol sorry, but its just an idea that appears in my mind. I'll control myself, I promise! 🤣🤣

Thank u for reading, darling! U r awesome 🥰 Luv u ❤😘 have an amazing day!

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A/N: Hey, love! First off, feel free to send in as many requests as you’d like... I don’t mind at all! I love each and every one!! Thank you so much for sending this one in. It truly was a pleasure to write. Also, YOU are awesome and I hope you’re having the best day. Love you too! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated! 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, weapons, violence, cursing

His fists have been clenched. All. Damn. Week. Ready to strike Loki in the face at any possible moment. Every time he’s gone out of his way to see you, there was Loki, unabashedly flirting with you with a smug grin plastered on his face. And today is no different. 

You watch as Bucky strolls into the gym and aggressively throws his bag against the wall. He dares a glance at you and all you see is anger. 

Did you do something wrong?

“Barnes looks a little troubled today, don’t you think, darling?” 

Loki’s close. Pressed into your side, to be exact. His tall frame bent over as he speaks into your ear. 

You notice Bucky’s glance peeking over at the God standing next to you and for a second, you wonder if his anger is directed towards him. 

“Let’s just warm up.” 

A distraction is what you need. Anything to keep your mind off the fuming super soldier across the room. Unfortunately for you, luck isn’t on your side today. 

“Y/N, you’re with Buck.” Steve’s words are clipped and you know it would be pointless to argue. 

Sighing, you slide under the guardrail and come face to face with the brooding man himself. 

“Buck.” 

“Y/N.” 

His jaw is tight, clenched shut in fury. You rack your brain to file through anything you’ve could’ve done these past few weeks to make him this way. Bucky’s your best friend and it hurts to think he’d dismiss you like this, without even talking to you. Besides Steve, you’re the only one he’s let in, willingly coming to you about his nightmares. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for him. With willing arms. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky’s hand pummeling towards you, aiming for your face. You dodge it quickly, bending down to slide out from under his arm. 

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, not wanting to capture the attention of the others. 

Bucky grunts, swiping his leg out to intercept yours. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

Jumping to the side, you land on your back and immediately rise onto your feet. “I know you, Buck. Plus, anyone in a foot radius can sense the anger coming off you. It’s kind of distracting.” 

Grabbing your waist, he pulls your arms behind your back, his mouth resting near your ear. “Sorry to be such an inconvenience, doll.” 

Twisting out of his hold, you move to stand across from him. “That’s not what I meant-” 

“Are you fucking him?” 

What in the fuck?

Your arm shoots out on its own accord, your fist heading straight for his face. He grabs your hand right before it connects with bone. “You haven’t even given me the time of day,” he seethes out. 

Really? He’s angry at you right now? After that comment?

“You haven’t really given me the chance to,” you counter. 

He twists your arm, sending you tumbling to the floor. In an instant, his body is on top of yours, holding you down with his weight. “How can I? Every time I walk up to your door, all I hear is him.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you struggle to push him off you. “He’s just being friendly.”

With one hand, he pushes your arms over your head and onto the floor. “And you’re just pathetically naive.” 

Scoffing, you plant your feet onto his chest, forcing him off you. Standing, you give him one last glance. “And you’re just a fucking jerk.” 

You walk off before he can respond, leaving him cursing to himself as he watches your retreating form. 

---

Exactly one week later and still no word from Bucky. To be fair, you haven’t spoken to him either, still reeling from what he said to you during training. 

Pathetically naive. What an ass. 

Turning your head, the irony hits you full force. To the right of you sits Bucky and Sharon, heads down as they speak quietly. 

And, here’s the other thing. Since your fight, Bucky has been spending a large amount of time with Ms. Carter over there. At least three hours a day, not that you’ve taken notice or anything. It’s not like you’re jealous. 

“My apologies for causing a rift between you and Bucky, darling.” 

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you look over at Loki. “Don’t apologize for Bucky’s stupidity. Us not talking has nothing to do with you.” 

“If you insist.” 

Sighing, you look back over to Bucky, who’s already staring at you. You lock eyes, your breath ripped out of your chest as a small grin appears on his face. 

Asshole.

“What was that, darling?” 

Realizing you spoke out loud, you smile fakely at Loki before standing up to grab your gear. “Nothing to worry about.” 

---

Groaning, you pull yourself back up after falling down onto the cement yet again. You have the cuts to prove it, skin bloody and burning. 

All you have to do is wait for Clint to destroy the reactor. Then, these stubborn aliens will vanish in thin air. Except, he left half an hour ago and you’re getting tired. 

“What the hell is the hold up?” you grunt into your comms, striking an alien in the chest with your spear. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I got caught up. Almost there now.” 

You want to punch Clint repeatedly and you decide right then and there that the next time you see him, you will. 

At least sixty aliens have already come and gone, and your body is tired. Screaming out for you to just stop and rest. 

“Just hurry the fuck up.” You’re not in the mood for manners. 

“Want me to come help?” Loki asks. You appreciate the thought. Truly, you do. But, by the time he gets over to your location, you will have killed another sixty aliens, so you see no point. 

“I’m okay, I just wish Clint wouldn’t take his sweet fucking-” 

One of the aliens rushes into your side, knocking you to the ground hard. The breath is swept out of your chest and you struggle for air. 

You throw your arms up, dodging all punches that are coming your way. 

“Y/N?” Clint asks, concerned as to why you didn’t finish your sentence. 

After a few seconds of silence, Bucky’s voice yells through the comms. “What’s Y/N’s location? Y/N? Goddamnit, you better be okay!” 

Rolling out from under the aliens, you struggle to jump back onto your feet before a knife appears out of nowhere, slicing into your side. 

Fuck.

You go down once again, landing straight on your back, your head slamming into the cement ground. Blood trickles down your face and you know your head is cut open. 

You look down to see your side bleeding out. Double fuck. 

Feeling your head start to get heavy, you take a deep breath and focus on keeping your eyes open. 

C’mon, Clint. You’ve gotta almost be there by now. 

Another minute goes by and you’re barely able to dodge the oncoming attacks from the aliens. 

This is it. This is how you’ll die. 

Another slice into your side and you gasp, the pain slicing through you. 

“Y/N?!” 

You want to answer Bucky. You do, but you can’t find the strength to open-

“Got it.” 

Clint’s voice flows through your ears as the aliens in front of you vanish in thin air. Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laugh, unable to wrap your head around the fact that you almost just died. 

Instead of thinking about it, you muster all the strength you can to get up. 

Time to go find the others.

---

“Where are they?” 

Bucky’s eyes are wildly searching for you, panic rising up in his chest when he doesn’t see you. “Where the fuck are they?!” 

Sharon appears out of nowhere, stepping in front of Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck? I’m right here. I’m okay.” She reaches a hand out to rest on his shoulder, checking him over for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

Scoffing, Bucky pushes Sharon to the side, continuing to look around. “Somebody please tell me they’ve seen Y/N!” 

He’s almost in the midst of a panic attack now, everyone else on the team staring back at him. The only one he doesn’t see is you. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He won’t allow it-

“Is everyone okay?” 

The sound of your voice has him whipping around, eyes wide as he takes in your form. You’re slumped over, holding your side as blood seeps through your fingers. You have blood caked on your face, reaching down towards your eyes. 

He runs to you, grasping your cheeks with his hands and planting his lips firmly against yours. 

In shock, your mind takes a second to grasp what’s happening before your lips start to move in sync with his, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

When the two of you pull apart, you’re both breathing heavily. 

“What was that for?” You pant out. 

Bucky swoops in for another kiss and damnit, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispers against your mouth. 

You have so much to say, so many confessions to make, but the only thing that manages to slip past your lips is a small “okay”. 

“Good.” Bucky smiles after that, gently kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get you to a medic, doll.” 

You let Bucky guide you towards the quinjet like a lovesick puppy. You know you’ll talk about the kiss later, more than likely in the setting of his bed as you’re cuddling. But for now, you focus on getting patched up. 

As you walk, you pass Loki. He’s staring at the two of you intensely, his lips slightly lifted in the smallest of grins. When he notices you looking back at him, he nods his head, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk. 

That motherfucker. 

Suddenly, everything makes sense. Bucky wasn’t mad at you, he was jealous. Of Loki. And Loki knew the whole time. It was all a part of his mischievous plan, to get the two of you together. 

You chuckle to yourself. “The ultimate trickster.” 

Bucky looks behind at you, a confused look on his face. “What was that?” 

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing. Just happy to be with you.” 

He flashes you a toothy grin before turning back around and you're left with your thoughts, thinking of how to repay Loki. 

And as Bucky pulls you into the quinjet, the only thing on your mind is where you can purchase a gold and green, antique dagger.

[local-trashmouth]

what do I name this

ain't gonna write infos so let's just dump out all my random headcanons for Henry & Patrick because I am just a whore for them

Warnings: if you crush on these dudes you don't need warnings luv, also this looks shitty

(these are dating headcanons btw)

Henry Bowers

alright, he gives you knives, switchblades, whatever comes to mind.

you'll have to keep up with his bullshit, I'm sorry for all you soft girls/guys but he won't adapt to y'all

his love language is physical touch, thats it.

you two listen to my chemical romance and smells like teen spirit

when you stick around long enough, he'll open up to you little by little

he asks Belch to borrow the Trans AM, only to take you on a little roadtrip when you both aren't feeling great

he often doesn't need to talk to you to notice that something is wrong

big baby in private, he's all over you but when you say no he won't force you to anything

SLUT FOR HEAD PATS

like, PLEASE ruffle through his hair

he's ur personal hype man, if you are bigger, he'll help you choose outfits and encourage you to show more of yourself

when he's mad or upset you are the first person he goes to, you'll have to hold him or do something stupid with him to get his mind off of whatever bullshit his dad played on him

wether or not you like what he's doing to kids, you won't be able to stop him completely

Henry would never hurt you tho

he's very stubborn, so arguments or silent treatments can last up to weeks

if you are anxious he'll make sure that nobody dares to say anything wrong to you, and if it is based on yourself or insecurities he'll make sure you're okay once nobody is watching

if you are depressed, he'll totally drag you outta the house to help him on the farm, but if you have one of those days where you cant get outta bed he'll stay with you

Patrick Hockstetter

first of all, what were you thinking? How did you get yourself into this?

I am just curious.

he'll stay at a distance at the start

I can imagine that when he knows for sure that you are real he'll secretly be a little soft for you

but don't you dare tell anyone

he really isn't a good boyfriend, but sometimes he tries

that comes in form of taking you to the Quarry alone, holding ur hand and taking lots of mental notes when you are talking

it seems like he isn't listening, but trust me he is

he knows you better than you know yourself

seriously, he remembers everything about you

he shows up randomly at ur window and gets salty when you lock it lol

eventually he shows you his fridge but you have to swear that you won't tell anybody

once he thinks you are real, you are the most important person to him

if you are scared of knives and fire (like me) he'll scare the shit out of you with them, he thinks its super adorable how you freak out when he got his can & lighter in his hands alone, although he wouldn't hurt you with neither

as kinky as this bastard is, once you two are far enough into the relationship, he won't cross boundaries as much in fear of losing you

gives you one of his rings to wear on a chain

if you are bigger, man he cannot live a second without having a hand on you 24/7

I feel like he wouldn't care about ur weight too much, only if it goes into a unhealthy amount (no matter if low or high) he would talk to you about it

listens to AC/DC with you

smokes with you if ur into that

that stupid adorable grin, expect to see it daily

in private he'll do his best to give you a reason to love him, he steals shit for you etc.

I feel like he wouldn't like you interacting with his parents, they love you but he just doesn't like it too much

if you are a artist, he'll let you draw on his hands and arms (he asked you to draw skeleton hands onto his once)

maybe, just maybe if you really ask nicely enough and promise him some sex he'll let you braid his hair