#when has he ever said anything of note or value

[bluemousewithanxiety]

listen, I love a big, built like a brick house, tall, broad shoulders, tattooed, bike riding, doberman/blackcat personality types (but are actually sweethearts on the inside), older, guy. I will yap till the cows come home....

but there is something about a TALL, soft mop of hair, soft hearted, stuttering, wears soft sweaters, a little shy, slutty little waist, wears glasses, that just makes my heart flutter so gently and softly....

NerdGojo! to me is like the perfect embodiment of this type of man.

NerdGojo! is 6"3, shaggy white hair always tossed to perfection, wears his usual well fitted pastel coloured sweaters to class, always pushing up his glasses with his knuckles when it slides down his nose, has his head buried in a textbook or his Nintendo switch, always on time, has the same routine every week and never strays far from it.

NerdGojo! is a little shy, and a little experienced and will admit that when you two started talking he is texting his friends to figure out what to say, is it the right thing to say? Should he have doubled texted? He texted you at 6am, are you even awake? Shit he didn't send a goodnight text yesterday? Oh god what has he done.

NerdGojo! would constantly be in subreddits trying to figure out the things to say, information to know (ex. tv shows, Iconic movies), what girls like in terms gestures. Do you like flowers? Chocolate? Nick-nacks? Do you have a favourite flower? man's low-key freaking out.

NerdGojo! will take a suggestion from someone online about having a note on his phone of everything you said you ever liked so he knows what to get you for your birthday and any special holiday.

NerdGojo! loves when you ask him for help, could be as simple as asking him to reach something on a tall shelf, helping you with homework, even with mundane tasks like grocery shopping. He will be pushing the grocery cart with a love-sick grin on his face while you scurry around collecting things on your list, he just loves making these small memories with you.

NerdGojo! would become invested in your corny dating shows, "trash" tv, anything that you watch on a regular basis that would be considered a guilty pleasure. He started off just walking by, saying that "they had no intellectual value and how they're made to just rot your brain", but 1 season later he is glued to the couch, mochi in hand, getting annoyed if you watch an episode without him.

NerdGojo! would be the type to do stuff unintentionally to make you swoon, like grasping your shoulders lightly to move you in front of him when he sees someone speed-walking with them looking at their phone.

NerdGojo! on a busy day using public transit and people are just pressed up against one another, if you're both standing, he will stand behind you with one hand on the upper bar and one around you so you don't get crushed or bumped into. When he gets a little bit more comfortable with you, he will innocently offer up his lap when sitting after hours of walking so you can rest your feet.

If you tell NerdGojo! that sometimes when you carry stuff in your arms for long periods of time your upper back will hurt for the rest of the day he will just start carrying your luggage, purse, groceries, whatever it may be without question. He doesn't want to see you in pain and it gives him a chance to puff out his chest and put his arm workouts to use. So he's content on doing something so insignificant to most, but means the world to him.

honestly, I feel like NerdGojo! would be the type to write you hand written letters, with corny love poems, filled with your favourite quotes, stuff he saw that reminded him of you, and will actually go through the effort in going to the post office, picking out a cute stamp, and have them send it your address without saying anything to you and just waits for your reaction.

If you ever told NerdGojo! that you had a local stray cat you saw outside your house/neighbourhood and how you always stop to give it head scratches before you came to class, he will literally start carrying cat treats in his bag when he comes over.

NerdGojo! would melt the moment you first said, "Satoru." He looked at you like you held all the stars in the night sky together in a beautiful mosaic.

NerdGojo! when he realizes a few weeks in that, no matter how much he overthinks, no matter how much he thinks he's fucking up...

You will always be waiting for him to catch up, your eyes will light up when you make eye contact with him in a crowded room, you remember small details about his favourite video games, you will rub his back softly while he shrimps over his computer, you will take his glasses off his head when he accidentally falls asleep at his desk, you will always be listening like he's the only one in the room, and so much more.

NerdGojo! is someone who allowed his fears of people taking advantage of him, lying about their intentions, not only from seeing it in his family, but just the horror stories he see's online and with his friends. Initially thinking that he would be content being alone romantically, he's done it his entire life, what's another 80 years?

But, through spending time with you, NerdGojo! was able to put his guard down and realize how full his heart feels everyday with you, and how a life without you wouldn't be as bright.

[redflagshipwriter]

Ghost Driver 3: Timterlude

masterpost

“Inspector.” Batman arrived at the police building bare minutes after the selfie of their current biggest suspect had blown up on twooter. Robin balanced on the edge of the rooftop, fingers gripping stone. Woo, safe. He mentally cheered. A quick glance around showed only one other person, and it wasn’t the white-haired meta they were looking for.

“No need, Batman,” Inspector Gordon said. He looked like he had a lot on his mind, Tim thought. Gordon started walking for the stairs. “There’s no trouble here. Joker is accounted for, the ghost kid left.” 

“Ghost?” Robin perked his head to the side. “Twooter guy is a ghost?” 

“The Joker was broken out of Arkham by the same suspect who sent that twoot.” Batman was a dog with a bone about it. “Robin. Can we track him down by that Twooter account?” 

“I can try,” Robin said, dubious. “You want me off patrol for that?” 

He didn’t really see the point. What were they looking for, a message draft where the guy listed his name and address? 

Batman grunted. 

That meant yes. Tim held in a sigh. That was him, off patrol again. Banished back to the cave about an hour after finally getting to go out because the Red Butthead was down for the count.

‘Worst after school job ever.’

“Right,” Gordon said vaguely. He pulled the door open. “Go home.” 

The door swung shut, muffling the sound of Batman’s answering grunt.

Robin followed his minder back to the Batmobile. He waited while Batman manhandled his bike out of the trunk and got it out. “See you at the cave,” he said, wishing Batman would say something nice like, ‘sure thing, Robin, I value your contributions.’

Pfft. As if. Tim sulked on his drive back to the cave, alone with the rushing wind and his thoughts. Batman was regressing lately. He was moody and insular again. It was outrageous. After all the work Tim had done to rehabilitate Batman, he was growling at people in public again! 

He needed a muzzle for that guy. It wouldn’t solve anything, but it would be massively embarrassing and-

“No, it might solve some of the Catwoman related inefficiencies. That bad kissing habit.” Tim kicked out the stand and left his bike in the entrance where Batman always told him not to leave it. He pulled off his gloves on his way to the big, battiest of all the bat computers, and slouched in Bruce’s chair. “Blegh.” Tim turned it on and navigated to twooter. He looked through “ThePhantomHunk”‘s account with a wrinkled nose. There wasn’t much there, but what there was… was honestly kind of embarrassing. There were four basically identical selfies and hundreds of low quality replies arguing with people about anything from whether or not Batman liked him to how good the latest video game installment in some ancient series was.

“Why’s he have all these followers?” Tim muttered. “He doesn’t post anything.” Phantom wasn’t a big celebrity by any means, but he had a few hundred followers that seemed like real people. He noted a really pretty Ivy League university cheerleader, a weatherman from someplace called Amity, and… a mayor???

Tim squinted. Why was Phantom being followed by the official Amity Park Mayoral twooter account? He opened it to double check that it wasn’t some unfunny impersonation. It appeared to be legitimate.

“New contender for origin,” Tim muttered, taking a note. He scanned bios for more references to Amity Park and started finding them. Wild. 

He closed that down and shot off a message to Oracle, telling her what he was up to. She sent back “HA”. 

“Very helpful,’” Tim muttered. He scowled all his way over to the bat beverages fridge and extracted a sports drink. 

That was when a brand new alarm went off. Tim startled so badly he nearly fell over. Then he rushed to disarm it before the ten second interval where the alert would be redirected to Batman’s comms. Once muted, he scrambled to see what it was. 

“That’s… depressing.” Tim bit his lower lip. It was a new alarm on the cemetery where Jason was interred. There was nothing visible on screen, but Batman’s equipment didn’t really give false alarms.

Was that why… had Bruce put that new security system up because someone had threatened his kid’s body? No wonder Bruce was out of sorts. Tim felt a little sick. He felt angry. The chair scraped across the floor when he got up. “I’ll handle it.” Tim muttered to himself as he pulled his gloves back on, checked his mask, and jogged to his ride. “Real quick.” 

This drive felt like nothing. The engine roaring underneath him revved him up into a righteous fury. If someone was messing around with Jason’s resting place, they were going to taste the soles of Robin’s boot.

The cemetery gate was still shut. Locked. Tim opened it and went in. Maybe no one was here. 

He stopped in his tracks. 

Or maybe there was a car parked somewhere impossible. How had anyone driven a car between the rows? Tim drove up in his motorcycle and came to a stop by the driver’s side door.

The driver looked up. White hair, tan skin, green eyes. He went still when he saw Robin and his face screwed up in confusion. He visibly said “huh!” out loud, and then shrugged. He waved through the window.

Tim raised his hand to wave back before he thought about what he was doing. He pulled the hand back down and scowled. “What are you-“

“So you’re like, haunting Jason?” the guy bulldozed over what he’d said. He kicked open his door and grinned. “So glad to see you! I know where one of his safe houses is, but he’s not there, and I can’t detect my way into a cereal box if I’m honest. Why’s he got a grave? I wasn’t sure this was the right guy but it’s clearly the right guy. Maybe my ghostdar is bad.” 

“….safe house?” Tim ignored most of the rambling and pointed at the grave. That’s where Jason was. It was grim, but that was where Jason was. And haunting? He wasn’t haunting Jason. He’d maybe sort of stalked him recreationally a little bit, but he’d gotten away with that. 

‘He said he was a ghost. What does he think is going on here?’

“Not here, I don’t think he spends time here.” Phantom’s eyebrows furrowed. “Gotta say I’m kinda surprised to discover he died. He’s so full of life, you know?” He shrugged.

Tim stared blankly. Jason was a tiny skeleton in a casket. 

“Anyway!” Phantom clapped his hands. “Don’t suppose you know where else he might be? The police guy said Batman kicked his butt, so he’s probably recovering somewhere. Where would he go for that?” 

A whole bunch of puzzle pieces slotted neatly into place with quiet clicks. Batman was out of sorts about the Red Hood and acting oddly in regards to Jason’s grave. He was as moody as he’d been after Jason died. 

And then, of course, what Phantom had said could hardly be categorized as subtle. 

‘Holy moly,’ Tim thought, ‘Jason faked his death and he is mad at Batman. Either that or he’s a ghost? I didn’t know he could do that. Could I do that? I need to see where this is going. And this guy is creepy… Is Jason safe? I need to make sure that he’s safe before I tell Batman anything.’

“Take me to the safe house that you know,” he said. “I can figure it out from there.” 

He was officially going undercover.

The guy held up the keys to his clunker and jingled them. “Hop in, creepy Robin.” 

“Creepy?” Tim asked, offended. He got in anyway. What was creepy about him? Tim didn’t have cat pupils, unlike some other people.

‘He assumed I was haunting that grave. Does he think I’m a ghost? Does he know a Robin died?’

“No offense.” Phantom carelessly started the car and lifted it directly upwards. Tim grabbed the door handle. “Wheee.” 

Phantom drove like a maniac. Phantom belonged in prison. Tim held on for dear life and tried not to throw up. Why was the car even on? The wheels weren’t touching the ground. Phantom was clearly propelling it. Did he not realize he was doing that?

‘Maybe he likes the sound of the engine?’ Tim theorized. ‘Or maybe it’s just habit and he hasn’t thought it through. How long has he been dead, to still be doing that little mundane thing?’

The safe house where Jason had been staying was… well, it definitely looked like a safe house. The only pay dirt was a phone that had been abandoned on the kitchen counter. Tim snatched it up and immediately started running a geotag script. 

“Yeah, he left that this afternoon,” Phantom said. He sat cross cross in the air and watched Tim curiously. “This is a weird tactic. Don’t you just know where he goes?” 

“I haven’t stalked him for years,” Tim said, and then wished he hadn’t. 

Phantom laughed. “Okay, damn.” He fidgeted. He was watching Tim too intensely. “Don’t wanna be rude, but you’ve got like, no ecto, dude.” He cocked his head to the side like that was a question. 

Tim didn’t know what ecto was. “Is that what you think?” He said, in his smuggest, most insufferable Robin tone.

Phantom rolled his eyes. His mouth twisted downwards. 

Shit. He might not have answered that well enough. Tim pretended to be absorbed in his task even though the tool he was using was running independently. 

His heart thudded in his chest as the program ran. He licked his lips. Was this going to turn to a fight? Tension started to rise. Was it really? Was it just in his head?

Beep.

“I have some possibilities for safehouses.” Tim held up the phone. “Here, on James Ave, I bet that’s where he went after his confrontation with Batman.”

There was a long pause. Phantom’s eyes glinted in an animalian, predatorial glint. It sent a shudder through Tim. He felt like he was in danger-

“Neat!” Phantom chirped. The spell was broken. “Let’s go.”

He couldn’t help but feel that he had dodged a bullet. Tim kept a hand near his toolbelt as he followed Phantom back to the car. 

The guy didn’t attack, for what that was worth. Tim buckled himself in and wished that he was in the backseat. He itched to get out of Phantom’s line of sight. If Jason really was down for the count after a confrontation between Batman and the Joker, Tim couldn’t leave him at the mercy of this guy. Phantom had released the Joker. The only thing in his favor was that Inspector Gordon hadn’t said he was a danger. 

Phantom rocketed off. They passed through downtown Gotham in a queasy rush of color, backlit by the growing daylight. This was way too late for Robin to be out in Gotham. He shouldn’t be here. 

…Batman was going to realize that he wasn’t in the cave. Very soon. Tim angled his body away from Phantom and tried to surreptitiously write a message on his wrist watch. “Done for the night,” Tim lied. 

Boy, he hoped that he didn’t end up in some kind of trouble. Batman was not going to notice him missing for a long time, if he believed that message. 

He crossed his fingers.

[liveyun]

you’re an idiot (so am i) | j.jk

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem oc/reader

rating. M

genre. enemies to 👀, university AU, neighbours AU, comedy, drama, romance, angst, slight smut

warnings. coarse language, crACK like lOTS OF IT, theyre both idiots. excessive bickering,,, gym related stuff,,, Medical school itself is a warning,, unhealthy amounts of protein mentions,, i’m Sorry if you’re a gymbro 😭🙏🏾, awkwardness, oc gets slightly injured, it gets slightly smutty 👀, unspoken feelings bc they both suck at communicating, some Cute stuff, that should be it but lmk if i missed any, its 4am

wc. 4.5k +

if this writing style flops, i’ll probably quit writing too 💀

it’s 7:04 AM

or is it really. what is the time again

unfortunately you are awake.

and it’s not by choice.

it’s because your protein 💪 PROTEIN 💪 MORE PROTEIN 🏋️ gymrat neighbour is up, doing burpees in his living room

and the walls between your apartments are criminally thin

and you’re convinced he’s trying to invent a new form of torture through burpees because the sQUEAKING OF HIS DAMN SHOES ARE JUST AS LOUD AS AN ALARM CLOCK!!

why is he even awake at this ungodly hour, you wonder for the 8293838th time since moving in

you feel like crying

for rEAL.

it was around 5:30 am when u finally had let out a sigh of relief at having finally completed your assignment

you roll out of bed, hair resembling a bird’s nest

what else is bed hair supposed to look like

“O YEA!”

here we go

again

you feel like ripping your already damaged hair bc why does he have to be so damn loud

has no occupant not filed a complaint against him yet?

so now u consider knocking on his door to complain... but you remember what happened the last time you tried

jungkook had answered the door holding two dumbbells liKe they were extensions of his arms, shirtless, smiling so brightly it could cure vitamin D deficiency

you knew you were cooked the moment smirked at you gawkinG at his physique and you felt your cheeks warming up

“oh, hey, Y/N,” he’d said, casually flexing mid-sentence with that stupid grin on his face “need something? Or just admiring the view?”

you haven’t known peace ever since

by 8:15 AM, you’ve surrendered to fate and shuffled into the kitchen for coffee

you swEar you hear Jungkook’s blender whirring as he makes another one of his infamous protein shakes

does he even eat anything which does not have protein powder

like ok you understand the value of protein

but anything which has that stupid thing in it automatically tastes like the Biggest Piece of Dogshit

and somehow that’s what you neighbour has 24/7

last week he had accidentally left one in the communal fridge

it smelled like death and regret.

absolute L

anyway u think u need to get something in ur system too and thats when u open your fridge

and sigh

it’s empty.

except for a jar of pickles and a, uh, questionable carton of oat milk

yea. you’ll have to get brunch today. no futher questions asked

10:32 AM

ur first class of the day

and guess what

u have made the mistake of sitting near Jungkook in the lecture hall.

again! 😍

u swear that u are trying to focus on the lecture but is it really your fault that jungkook looks extra,,,...,,,

beefy

his notebook is open, but instead of notes, he’s drawing a disturbingly accurate diagram of biceps

and the shading looks pretty accurate too

he notices you staring, oof “anatomy is about more than just books, Y/N.”

you feel a muscle near your eye twitch

“i really don’t remember asking.”

ouch

that came out a bit too rude. . .

you feel like u should say sorry or something but he just flashes you that golden retriever grin

and somehow, you’re the one who feels stupid

12:10 PM

you’d think a med school lunch break would feel like a break

but no

the first thing you hear is the unmistakable pop of jungkook’s tupperware lid. it’s like pavlov’s bell, but instead of a dog, it triggers your impending irritation

of course it’s chicken, broccoli, and rice. gymrat starter pack™

does this man even know other foods exist?

atleast it doesn’t look unseasoned so maybe you can take it

you’re not the one having it anyway

“bon appétit,” he says with that smug grin, shoveling a forkful into his mouth like he’s filming a mukbang

you side-eye your sad excuse of a sandwich. “don’t you ever get bored of eating that?”

he gasps like a victorian man having seen the ankle of his wife for the first time

“bored? of gains? never.”

the chewing. oh god, the chewing. it’s so loud you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose

crunch. chew. sip of water from the world’s largest bottle. repeat.

“do you have to eat like a vacuum?”

he pauses, fork mid-air, and looks at you with wide, innocent eyes. then he grins. “do you have to be this cute when you’re annoyed?”

wha— cough!!

did you just choke at your sandwich infront of him?

-100 aura points

your brain just blue-screens

what the hell are you supposed to do with that information

12:22 pm

you haven’t touched your chips yet. you’re saving them for after jungkook’s food massacre ends

his tupperware is licked clean but he’s already eyeing your bag of chips like a hawk

“you gonna eat those?”

“yes, jungkook, i’m gonna eat my chips”

“cool”

c r u n c h

he’s already eaten half the bag.

u are genuinely considering homicide now

the girl from the next table suddenly waves at him, all giggly and twirling her hair like she’s auditioning for a romcom

“hey, jungkook! you should totally sit with us!”

he glances at you, one brow raised. “should i?”

“why are you asking me?” you snap, already annoyed (but like, annoyed in a normal way, not jealous. definitely not jealous)

you miss the way his lips quirk in the corners

“nah, i think i’ll stay here,” he says, smirking. “you’re better company anyway”

...

why is your face heating up. why. stop it

1:00 PM

you’re walking to your next class when jungkook catches up, sipping his protein shake. the smell is somewhere between expired yogurt and pure evil

“so, lunch was fun,” he says casually, like he didn’t commit multiple crimes against your sanity earlier

“for who?” you mumble, giving him the nastiest bombastic side eye

“for both of us,” he replies, grinning. “don’t lie, y/n, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around”

“i’d miss the peace”

he laughs heartily and it’s the kind of laugh that makes you want to both strangle him and maybe... smile a little

1:12 PM

ur phone dings

dumb(bell)kook : (now) bring more chips tomorrow

or don’t. i’ll just steal them again

>:D

you stare at your screen for a second, debating whether to respond or block his number

you type back

you : (1:13PM) touch my chips again and i’ll report you to student conduct

his reply is instant.

dumb(bell)kook : (now) bet they’d let me off for good behavior 😛

2:47 pm.

group project time!

otherwise known as “watch y/n slowly lose her sanity” time

you're hunched over your notes, trying to come up with literally anything for this cursed assignment while everyone else is glued to their phones

“guys, any ideas?” you try, for the fifth time, because teamwork makes the dream work, right?

wrong. dead silence. you can practically hear your soul exiting your body

one guy mutters, "we could... idk, make a powerpoint?" and goes back to scrolling on instagram. helpful king

you’re about three seconds away from making a powerpoint on why you hate everyone here when the door swings open

in walks jungkook, twenty minutes late, balancing a protein shake in one hand and a clipboard in the other

like he’s about to announce his plan for world domination

he slides into the chair next to you, annoyingly fresh, as if he hasn’t just already benched three cows at the gym

“did i miss anything?” he asks, sipping his shake and eyeing you with those boba lookalike peepers like he’s the main character

why are his eyes so

cute

“yeah, we solved climate change and made contact with aliens. you're late.”

he smirks. smirks. “nice. guess i’ll tackle world hunger next.”

one of your lab mates looks up from her phone just to whisper, “he’s so hot..”

my ass.

“he’s useless”

you’re about to drop-kick the clipboard out of his hands when he lazily stretches and says, “so what’s the plan, y/n? you always have the best ideas”

and just like that, everyone turns to you like a pack of hyenas waiting for their next meal

you might actually murder him. right after you finish this stupid project.

>:-)

midnight.

you’re staring at your notes like they’re written in ancient alien hieroglyphics. focus? yup, that’s a myth

through the wall, you hear it. again.

jungkook’s obnoxious gym playlist thumping loud enough to summon the gods of protein.

how about you just summon the reaper to maybe reap your soul or his

you try to ignore it. you really do. but then the bass drops, and you swear the walls start vibrating

ARGH

that’s it. you’ve snapped. you slam your pen down and march out of your apartment like a woman on a mission

by the time you’re at his door, you’re already regretting this decision

but sleep-deprived y/n? she’s not known for her impulse control

you bang on the door like your life depends on it

>:-(

after a moment, jungkook opens up, looking like he just stepped out of a gym rat rom-com. damp hair, earbuds in, wearing a tank top that shows off way too much arm.

good lord, those tattoos..

“what’s up?” he asks casually, pulling out an earbud, as if you didn’t just nearly break his door down

whats up? what thE hELL DOES HE MEAN WHATS UP??

“it’s midnight!” you yell, waving a hand in the general direction of your apartment. “some of us need sleep to survive!”

he blinks at you, tilting his head like a confused golden retriever. “but you’re awake now. want to do a quick set of push-ups?

you stare at him. you need to go to the store from where he bought the audacity. “push-ups?!”

“yeah,” he says, dead serious. “it’s a good way to burn off frustration. i do them all the time when i’m annoyed.”

“maybe i should start,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes. “because i’m annoyed right now.”

jungkook grins like the demon he is. “great! i’ll grab my mat.”

before you can stop him, he’s already turned back into his apartment. you briefly consider running, but it’s too late.

this is your life now.

five minutes later, you’re on the floor of his apartment, struggling to do one (1) push-up while he effortlessly does twenty in the same time it takes you to collapse in defeat

you feel like someone has bathed you in sweat

“this is humiliating,” you groan, face smushed into the mat

maybe you should’ve just slept

“nah, you’re doing great,” he says, way too cheerfully for someone torturing you. “just three more and you’ll hit... like, five total.”

you debate throwing a dumbbell at him but decide against it

jail isn’t worth it.

yet.

five minutes later you’re on the floor of his apartment, now two (2) push-ups deep and already regretting every decision you’ve made up to this point

you try again, your arms shaking with the effort, your brain screaming for mercy, when—

crack

“ow, ow, ow!” you yelp as your shoulder protests in a way that’s probably not supposed to happen

“that’s it, i’m dOne” you wince, face red from the sheer humiliation and pain

jungkook is standing there with a weirdly sympathetic expression that’s 90% amusement and 10% concern

he’s crouching beside you now, and you can't help but notice his Bambi eyes, all big and concerned, looking at your shoulder like he's actually worried for you

fml

this is so unfair

“u good?” he asks, voice unusually soft, and you can’t help but notice that barely there scar on his left cheek pulling slightly as he frowns and looks down at you

you glare at him, wincing a little more than you’d like to admit

does it look like ur good lol

“i think i pulled something” you mutter, still holding your shoulder, and mentally kicking yourself for agreeing to do this in the first place

you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to him

“mm,” he hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to your face, and then down to your shoulder with that gentle focus you didn’t think he was capable of

oUuu

“you should’ve asked for help, rookie” he says with that familiar cocky grin, but you catch the slight crinkle of concern in his brow, the mole beneath his lips almost beckoning you to stare at it

why is he so dumb but also so stupidly handsome?

and then his fingers are brushing against your shoulder again, carefully massaging the area in a way that’s too intimate for someone who’s just your annoying gym-obsessed neighbor

your heart rate spikes, and suddenly the injury doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore

“i’m fine, really,” you lie, trying to brush it off, but the way his Bambi eyes are looking at you—all soft and worried—has your head spinning

oh god

“i don’t think you are” he mutters, voice low, as he places a hand gently on your waist, pulling you just a little closer

god, stop being so touchy

the fact that he smells like musk and with some citrus-y notes underneath doesn’t help either

you feel your cheeks warming and lips parting

you feel yourself leaning in despite all logic telling you to stop, and then his eyes flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes, slow and cautious, like he’s waiting for your permission

you really cannot help but feel your heart skip a beat at how beautiful he looks. no like for real, his hair is slightly overgrown, curled at the ends which fall gracefully over his face

and how soft his lips look

your brain is too far gone, and the next thing you know, you’re kissing him, hand tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer

his hair feels so silky soft

but his lips are even softer, but there’s a desperate edge to the kiss, and you don’t know if it's because of your injury or the fact that you’ve both been playing this weird tension game for far too long

you feel like u can finally die kissing him like this

his hand slides down your back, pressing you into him as if you might disappear, and you pull away, gasping for air

jungkook’s eyes are wide, his pupils blown and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling quickly as he looks at you with an unreadable expression

“shit, i… i didn’t think i was actually going to do that” he murmurs, his voice rough and nearly trembling if u hear closely

you stare at his lips again, the mole under them, the way he looks so dumb but also so dumb handsome

his mouth parts to say something stupid again but you shush him with your pointer on his lips

“shut up and kiss me again, you idiot” you mutter, pulling him back in without a second thought

oH WOW

Jungkook doesn’t need any more encouragement. this time, it’s all teeth and heat, a kiss that feels like it might burn the air around you both

and your shoulder? completely forgotten, left in the dust

the kiss doesn’t end in some grand, romantic crescendo like the movies promised

you both were shamelessly making out on his mat

you were perched on his lap and both of u were busy eating eachother’s mouths (it sounds gross but that’s what exactly u two were doing) when suddenly you give his hair a tug

and you hear a moan spilling from him

his hips buck up and you gasp, but it ends with him abruptly pulling away

he’s breathing like he just ran an hour on the treadmill. cheeks all flushed, lips shining with saliva and eyes wide

and your heart is hammering in your chest like it’s trying to escape

jungkook stares at you, lips slightly swollen, eyes wide and wild, and for once, the idiot looks just as lost as you feel

“i—uh—” you stammer, the words tangling in your throat because what the hell are you supposed to say after something like that

“y- yeah,” he cuts in, his voice rough and strained like he’s been punched in the gut, “same”

same? SAME?!

you glare at him, more out of panic than anger, because suddenly the room feels too small, and his scent—something annoyingly musky and Jungkook-ish—is now overwhelming you

“i, uh, should go” you blurt out, scrambling to your feet and clutching your sore shoulder like a lifeline

jungkook doesn’t stop you, just sits there on the floor, looking up at you with a furrowed brow and an expression you can’t quite place

“cool” he mutters, dragging a hand through his messy hair as his jaw clenches

you don’t say anything else, don’t even look back as you practically bolt out of his apartment and into the safety of your own, slamming the door shut behind you

breathe, you tell yourself, leaning against the door, your heart still racing, your lips still tingling from his kiss

you won’t lie, you really didn’t think it would take just a tug of hair to have Mr. Muscle moaning under you

and that kind of inflated ur ego too

>:-)

but now

as u stand behind your closed door

the warmth that had filled your chest moments ago is quickly replaced by a knot of confusion and panic

because this wasn’t supposed to happen, not with Jungkook of all people

he’s my annoying gym-rat neighbor. this is… this is stupid

or is this really?..

no matter how much you try to convince yourself, your fingers keep brushing your lips absentmindedly, and your brain replays the moment over and over again like some kind of cruel joke

the next morning, you half expect him to blast his gym playlist at full volume to piss you off like he always does

but it’s quiet

too quiet

jungkook doesn’t blast music. doesn’t clank weights around. doesn’t do anything to make his presence known, and it’s driving you insane

you don’t know why it bothers you so much, but it does

when you leave for class, you catch a glimpse of him locking his door, but he doesn’t even glance your way

just slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks off like you don’t exist

asshole

yea that hurt. a Lot. like a good amount, because you are sure that you felt that pain in the centre of your chest

but it’s not like you’re any better

you bury yourself in your textbooks, pretending the kiss never happened, even though your stupid brain refuses to let it go

your chest feels tight every time you hear his door open or his voice filter through the thin walls

and you hate how you feel disappointed every time he doesn’t acknowledge you

like you really are a stranger to him

:-(

it’s pathetic, but you can’t help it

the silence between the two of you stretches on like an invisible barrier

days pass, and the two of you become masters of the fine art of avoidance

there’s a strange art to it, like walking on eggshells in your own apartment

even if u two live in separate apartments, it just feels

weird

you are so used to him being so noisy and what not

but the silence is heavy, uncomfortable, like an unfinished sentence hanging in the air

and it’s clEar neither of you know how to handle whatever the hell this is

you can’t figure out whether it’s a relief or suffocating

and every time you pass him in the hallway or see him through your apartment window, it’s like a silent conversation you’re not having

and that, somehow, feels worse than everything else

you want him to say something. anything.

but he doesn’t

and neither do you

and it makes you sick how easy it is to fall back into the rhythm of pretending he doesn’t exist

even when he’s right there.

you go to class and he’s there

sitting three rows ahead of you like he’s deliberately trying to ignore you

and with that girl who cannot seem to have her hands off his bicep

and you’re… fine with it

totally fine

you are just hoping that your glare is enough to burn a hole in her skull

it’s just that you can’t stop staring at the back of his head

like maybe he’ll turn around and say something but nope

the entire lecture passes and he doesn’t even glance over

and you try not to overthink it but you’re pretty sure jungkook is doing the same thing to you

ignoring you

on purpose

you’re not imagining it, right?

lunch rolls around and you sit down at your usual spot

jungkook’s sitting at the table next to you with his back to you

he doesn’t even look up when you sit down

normally, he would’ve sent you a little half-smile or asked about your day or whatever. .

but now? nothing

it’s like you’re invisible

and that’s fine. you don’t care.

but deep down, you feel this weird lump in your chest

because you didn’t expect this coldness from him

even after everything that’s happened

and you’d even unconsciously brought his favourite flavour of chips he especially likes..

:(

then you see him texting on his phone

and you can’t help but peek over at his screen

jungkook is texting someone

and it’s not you

for some reason, that stings more than it should, but you swallow it down and pretend you didn’t notice

the silence between the two of you stretches out for days

it’s like the entire universe is pretending you never had that moment together

the night when everything took a wild ass turn

but jungkook’s acting like it never happened

and so are you.

and maybe, just maybe, that’s better

maybe he regrets kissing you.

maybe you even made him uncomfortable?..

and maybe this is easier

you can’t decide if it hurts or if you’re just overthinking it

either way, you stop checking his texts, stop wondering what he’s doing in his apartment

you try your best to pretend it’s okay

but deep down, you miss the stupid moments

the ones where he wasn’t so distant where it feels like something ended between you two before it could even start.

it feels like it’s been over a decade

:(

and you hate it.

but you push it aside

it’s just… the silence is way too loud now.

you’re sitting in your room, trying to convince yourself that letting go of jungkook is the right thing to do

and perhaps ur failing miserably lol

but it’s hard because every five minutes you catch yourself staring at something that reminds you of him

your notes? he doodled on them during lectures

your hoodie? yeah, it’s his. he lent it to you one day and never asked for it back

your heart? yeah. he kind of stole that too

you’re spiraling between sleep and insanity when there’s a knock on your door

no, wait—it’s not a knock

it’s banging — like someone’s fist is about to break through the wood

WHO CALLED THE COPS ON YOU ONG

you jump up, your heart pounding, and open the door

and there he is

jungkook—standing there, looking like he just ran a marathon and fought a bear at the same time

hair all messy, slight bags underneath his eyes and kinda disheveled outfit

for a split second, you freeze, your breath catching in your throat

oh

it’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and suddenly having him standing in front of you is making your heart race like crazy

“i can’t—” he stops, breathless, hands on his knees like he’s about to collapse

you’re standing there, eyes wide, totally taken aback by the sight of him, feeling a mix of relief and something else you can’t quite place

yet

“i can’t take it anymore,” he says, looking up at you with that ridiculous face of his

you grab that meaty bicep of him, ushering him to stand up

“what are you talking about?” you ask, completely confused

“you. i’m talking about you,” he says, taking a step closer

hUH

the air around you feels like it’s being sucked out of the room

your head is spinning because after all this time, here he is, right in front of you

“i like you. i’ve always liked you. and i didn’t know how to tell you, so i…”

“i got all this gym equipment just to bother you. i’d turn the music up way too loud, and i thought that’d make you notice me. i sat next to you at lunch, even in lectures, doing everything to annoy you because i didn’t know how else to approach you, i really thought—”

“jungkook.”

you blink, processing everything in a blur, your heart still hammering in your chest

but he doesn’t quite listen to you. “i knew you liked my sketches we had during cardio lectures, so i always made sure to draw—”

“juNGKOOK!”

you cut him off, smacking his idiotic shoulders “you’re an idiot.”

jungkook stops, eyes widening a little, but there’s this look of relief on his face

like a huge weight has just been lifted off him

almost like when u get to pee after holding it in for hours

“i know,” he says softly, and for the first time, you realize how vulnerable he looks standing there

he somehow looks

small.

“then why didn’t you just talk to me like a normal person?” you ask, your voice a mix of exasperation and amusement

jungkook smiles sheepishly, his pearly whites flashing. “i guess i thought this would be easier.”

easier.

only if he knew that each moment without him felt like the earth opening up and swallowing you

AND!!! HIS FAVOURITE ONION VINEGAR FLAVORED CHIPS!! which used to be your absolutely hated flavour but somehow you’ve caught a liking to them recently

how ironic

the room feels heavy with tension as you both stand there, unsure of what to say next, but his gaze is so intense, it makes your heart skip

“say something,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “please.”

you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, still flustered, but there’s something about his earnestness that makes everything else fade into the background

and the way his caramel brown eyes nearly sparkle underneath your dimly lit apartment lights

you shake your head with a smile.

“you’re an idiot.”

but you're smiling like a total fool because what else are you supposed to do when the guy you’ve been in love with just confessed to you?

jungkook’s face softens, and then he smiles too

a smile which looks so adorable you feel your heart will burst

and it’s over for you

“so, uh…” he scratches the back of his neck, looking bashful. “does that mean you like me too?”

you roll your eyes, your heart racing all over again, and grab the front of his shirt to pull him inside

“kiss me already”

the door slams shut behind you.

and the rest

as they say, is history

:-)

a/n : i love them bad :’(

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ꕮ ˚₊ ꒰ EVAN BUCKLEY ⁾⁾ UNEXPECTED BUT NOT WELCOME

﹙ SHOW/FANDOM ⠆911﹚

PAIRING ⠆evan 'buck' buckley x gn!reader.

CATEGORIES ⠆fluff, single-father!buck, buck is a girl dad oliver said it himself!﹙requests are open! pls im begging﹚

buck is practically trembling with nerves in his seat. next to him is his young daughter, adeline. the absolute light of his life. now, this is not an unfamiliar sight by any means, buck brings adeline out to dinner all the time. with friends and family, but what makes this outing different is that he’s meant to be on a date, with you. this currently, would be your fifth date, and yes he’s counting. 

over the course of this past month buck found himself diving head first for you- it was a feeling he isn't used to, he so used to second thoughts when things get serious, never having to chase but with you he wanted to know everything about you by the end of your first date, you were so different from his past relationships and flings, you were giving him something that felt worth-while. he's been so enamored by you're mere existence that he's forgotten to tell you about the most important part about his life. besides his taxing, yet giving career, though you've heard all about it. the part of his life that he puts before everything else. adeline, his two year daughter, who he's had the honor of raising since the split of him and adeline's mother, it was a fling- she got pregnant and couldn't bare to raise a child on her own so she left her with buck, at his door with a note and he welcomed it with open arms, not doubting his choice for a second.

she is the best thing to ever happen to him, fatherhood has been so refreshing to him. for most of his life all he knew was living for the rush of it, running from it– trying to figure out what the meaning of it was. it felt like a meaningless cycle until he became a father, he found it. it took buck a while to get back into the dating scene, with work and raising adeline, a relationship didn't fit into that. but now with adeline growing to be a courageous and beaming child and with all his close friends, sister included pushing him to get out more, he dipped his toes.

he was always transparent about being a single father, getting it out the way on the first date because he was looking for a relationship that mattered and could grow into more. he always wanted a mother figure for adeline, and don't get him wrong all the amazing women in his life are such role models to her but he wanted something to call his, a little family of his own. most dates never really pursued anything after the first date, mostly being that he's a single parent and that was intimidating to them, regardless of his good-looks and endless charm. they didn't want to be suddenly tied down with someone’s daughter. it was their loss more than his but for some reason with you, it was different. you knew yourself and didn't hide your flaws or imperfections, but also clear in the things you valued, you brought a new perspective to buck which he found so attractive. he sees a future with you, he's thought about it countlessly after your dates and hours long of conversations you've had over the phone. he was so sure, but he knows its the early stages of your relationship that he has yet to break it to you.

bringing adeline to dinner was his last resort, initially he had maddie and chim look after her but after jeeyun caught a cold they had to cancel last minute. buck had asked every one of his close friends if they would be able to look after her but everyone seemed to be busy. and not wanting to suddenly flake out and raincheck, buck brought adeline to your date. it was so last minute that he didn’t even have the chance to ask you about it, because before he knew it he’s sat in a booth with his young daughter sitting next to him scribbling away on a color sheet the host had given her. buck has really been looking forward to seeing you and your date had already been rescheduled due to complications with work so the last thing he wanted to do was postpone it even further.

adeline is quite oblivious to this situation, more excited upon the fact that she’s out for dinner eating yummy food with her favorite person in the world. despite being outgoing, adeline has trouble with meeting new people, so breaking her out of her shell was tough. that was what he worried most, he knew this was a disaster in the making, adeline meeting you and the other way around, he wasn't sure how it was going to play out.

now, with adeline in his lap and his knee bouncing under the table, awaiting your arrival. bucks eyes keep checking the entrance and his daughter who's blissfully coloring in his lap. he’s normally confident—charming, smooth, the kind of guy who can hold his own in any room. but tonight, he’s nervously fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

he glances at the time again. you’re about fifteen minutes late. realistically, he knows that doesn’t mean anything; things happen, traffic exists, maybe you just lost track of time. but unrealistically, that voice in the back of his head is spiraling.

what if you see adeline and change your mind? what if this was too much too soon? what if he’s just ruined something that had real potential?

as if sensing his torpedo of thoughts, she looks up at him, crayon in hand. “dada sad?" he tiny voice breaking his daze.

buck blinks, looking at her “hm? no, baby dada's not sad.” though he might be if you didn't show up at all or worse, break things off with him.

"dada face sad" she tilts her head, imitating his worried expression, pinched eyebrows and lips tight. he coos pinching her cheek. "not sad, sweet pea, just nervous."

“nervous? why?”

“because we're meeting someone really special to daddy, i just hope they like us." over simplifying his words because if he went on a full blown tangent to his toddler people would think he's insane. adeline's little face looks thoughtful for a moment, before nodding and going back to coloring "i like us."

he smiles, heart squeezing. “me too.”

and just as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten further, he hears it, the familiar jingle at the door, then you. you’re apologizing to the hostess at the front, looking slightly frazzled but still just as effortlessly beautiful as always. his breath catches. there you are.

you spot him almost immediately, relief flooding your face as you wave and make your way over.

“hey,” you greet breathlessly, brushing tucking hair that’s fallen out of your face. “i am so sorry, work ran late and then everything was chaos and—” your words halt, your eyes flicking down to the small figure sitting in his lap. “oh.”

“hey!” he said, standing up partway, trying not to jostle the toddler too much. “y/n, i’m so sorry. i know this is definitely not what we planned.”

you smiled easily, warmth easing the slight tension on his face. “don't worry about it, i assume she's yours?" brushing his nerves, your eyes shifting to the little girl now hiding her face in his chest.

buck nods, swallowing thickly “this is adeline. my daughter.” you nodded, noticing how she has curls matching bucks and her tiny fists clutching bucks sweater. you take your seat across from him, shrugging your coat off and purse onto the seat next to you.

“i, uh... couldn’t find a sitter last minute,” he adds, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, feeling the need to explain himself further despite you giving him so much grace “jeeyun got sick and everyone seemed to be busy tonight," he tries to laugh it off but he comes off as something between a sigh and nervous chuckle "i really didn't want to cancel tonight and i figured... we could make it work?"

“of course we can make it work” you said softly, leaning across to brush your fingers against adeline's tiny ones but it doesn't get a reaction from her. "sorry she doesn't warm up to people quickly." bucks heart thumps, your simple action with his daughter making everything suddenly feel real. "that's okay, i was like that when i was younger." you laugh, sounding like music to bucks ears, your heart softens at how cute she is, though not having seen her face yet. you try again, determined "hi adeline, my name is y/n. i love your coloring sheet." your voice soft and inviting, careful to not startle her.

then, she rustles away from bucks chest, a few of her curls falling onto her forehead. she looks at you wide deep blue eyes like bucks. she lifts a crayon to you and says "color?"

"yes, your coloring looks beautiful!" you smile, pointing to her sheet on the table. adeline mirrors you, a gummy smile gracing her face, grabbing another crayon with her unoccupied hand.

"color with me?" she sounds hopeful, with lips pouty and eyes you can’t refuse. you melt, taking the crayon from her hand gently. buck can't take his eye off the two of you, if you look closely enough his iris’ are shaped like heart, watching you interact with her, with such care, coloring with her and asking her what the colors were and what he favorite color is. it makes his chest warm and throat tight, you were so effortlessly good with her already.

"she's so precious." you pipe up, pausing your effort to fill in the sun. looking up at him, he snaps his gaze to you. he clears his throat, brushing a few hairs sticking up from the back of her head “yeah, she’s my whole world.”

you practically melt, looking at him then his daughter. they looked so much alike, practically a mini me of him– her mothers genes did not stand a chance.

“if i’m being honest, i didn’t take you as a single father type but it makes you much more attractive.” buck flutters at your words, a light flush crossing his cheeks.

buck lets out a breathy laugh, the tension that had been wound so tight in his chest beginning to unravel. “yeah?” he asks, his voice a little uneven around the edges, disarmed by the way you say it—so casually, so kindly, like it was just a fact and not something that had haunted him for weeks.

you nod, your eyes meeting his, sincere and warm. “yeah,” you repeat. “there’s something really beautiful about the way you love her. you can just… tell. you’re so good with her and it shows.”

buck swallows hard. for all the times people have told him he’s a good dad, it’s different hearing it from you. especially here, like this on a date that wasn’t supposed to include a toddler, with his nerves in a knot and his daughter curled in his lap like a tiny anchor. but somehow, this feels more like a turning point than a disaster.

“thank you,” he murmurs, a bit shy. reaching down to tuck one of adeline’s curls behind her ear. she leans into his touch instinctively, and the image alone makes your heart squeeze.

adeline hands you another crayon, a red one this time, and buck watches as you take it with a small bow, as if honored she’s included you in her coloring time, your eyes crinkling as you smile. you even thank her, a sweet little baby voice, that came out so naturally. it makes her giggle—a sound buck has always loved but suddenly loves even more now that you’re the one pulling it from her.

dinner arrives and the conversation flows in and out of coloring books and crayon choices and toddler chatter. buck cuts Adeline’s food into small pieces with practiced ease, checking the temperature with the back of his fork before placing it in front of her. you help her with her napkin when she accidentally drops it, and without thinking, you reach over to wipe the side of her mouth with your thumb after she misses a spot with her tiny hands.

buck watches all of it like he’s trying to burn the image into his memory.

halfway through the meal, Adeline starts getting sleepy, her head resting against buck’s chest, lashes fluttering closed. he rocks her gently, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. you lean your cheek against your hand, watching him, affection blooming warm in your chest.

“i really like you, buck,” you say, voice soft, not wanting to disturb the calm around you.

he looks up at you, surprised, but not in a way that doubts it—more in awe, like he can’t believe he gets to hear that from you.

“i like you, too,” he says, and then after a pause “so much.”

a moment passes before he speaks again, “i was so afraid this would scare you off.”

you smile, feeling the complete opposite “it would’ve, if i wasn’t serious about you, it would’ve been a little intimidating. but it’s not.”

he blinks at that, blinking again just to make sure he heard it right. you don’t look away. don’t shy from the weight of what that means.

“i know this is early,” you continue, voice low, “but i’ve been thinking about it, what this could be. what we could be.”

buck feels something shift in his chest—something real, something grounding. all this time he was so sure his thoughts were one sided but instead are mutual, it makes him feel a little lighter. he glances down at Adeline, her breath even and warm against him, then back at you. he reaches across the table, palm up. You place your hand in his without hesitation.

he squeezes gently. “so… a sixth date?”

you smirk. “are kids invited?”

he laughs quietly, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “just the very important one.”

you squeeze his hand back. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

and just like that, buck knows he hadn’t ruined anything. If anything, he might’ve just found the start of everything he’s ever wanted.

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[mullermilkshake]

An experiment.

L is looking for ties and leads to Kira.

L (Death Note) x Fem!reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,L is a virgin,Vaginal fingering,Cunnilingus,unprotected sex,Referenced stalking,Kidnapping,Vaginal sex,Cream pie

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“I don’t know who Light Yagami is!” It had been a lifetime in that room deprived of your sight. 

“You do know him, I listened to that phone call you made. It isn’t wise to lie to me.” You didn’t know who spoke, the voice you couldn’t recognise but all you knew was that he had introduced himself as L.

Exhaustion didn’t quite cover it, being bound and exposed while he touched you in all the ways a stranger shouldn’t. You were a science experiment to him, testing ways to make you squeal and what made you squirm, though he never talked to anyone else except for himself. 

It sounded like he was making mental notes whenever he made you orgasm in that freezing echoey room, legs in stirrups it felt like. And somehow, he managed it every single time, mumbling to himself every orgasm he accomplished that made you wet and writhing despite your protests.

“I don’t. I-I really don’t. I just want to go home, please just let me go.”

“Now why would I do that?” It was so sinister, only his breath past the blindfold in the deafening silence.

“Because…” You thought carefully. “Because I believe you can be a good person and this is all just a mistake.”

That was a lie you told yourself. It didn’t seem at all that you could ever leave, remaining here forever with a sicko who had never revealed himself to you. You didn’t recognise anything about him, voice smooth and calm, completely pleasurable to your ears and tender touch against your exposed and bare skin lingering a little longer than what was acceptable. 

All of that in an uncomplicated time were characteristics some looked for in a partner. But not you, you despised him, loathed his actual existence to the point you often thought about how you would inflict pain on him. 

Strangling was the most common thought to drag against your numb deprived brain. As soon as he unshackled you, unrestrained you, both of your hands would wrap themselves tightly around his neck and squeeze and squeeze until he stopped moving so you could escape. He didn’t sound extraordinarily big, though knowing your luck, he was probably six foot tall and built like an Ox.

“You really believe I’m a good person?”

No. “Yes.”

“You don’t believe that.” He pressed two fingers to your neck and chuckled quietly though it still echoed in the lonesome room.

“Your heart rate has elevated and your breathing says otherwise, like I said before, it isn’t wise to lie to me if you want to leave. Though with all your reservations, I am in fact a good person. I wouldn't work for the police if I wasn’t.”

The police? What? A man as malicious as himself worked for the people who were supposed to keep you safe and to protect you. Not to use you like a toy for some fucked up twisted intrusive thoughts for a power play.

“I’m incredibly trusted, did you know that? There are three men in the next room, all of whom trust my decision… The cameras are off right now. But when they come back on, anything you say, would be what Kira would say. And they would take it at face value.”

Why was he not listening to you, was he that twisted? “I’m not Kira!”

“I know. Though I am curious as to what you are. You still have yet to give me that answer and no matter how much I try, I can’t seem to get the right perspective.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Your body. I’m struggling to define its boundaries because you react differently every time.” His fingers brushed against the skin of your thigh, tingling away at the slightest touch and exposure to the chill in the air. 

“Don’t touch me. Please let me go.”

There was a rustle of fabric, shuffle of paper and scribbling. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands now, are you?”

His tone was calmer than ever, contact remained as you registered that it was his fingertips, moving slowly up your leg to your sensitive area, private from prying eyes. You weren’t sure if you were even covered up half the time.

You’d asked yourself so many times over why was he doing this to you, why did he pick you to bring in and question. But that wasn’t what left your lips. “How could you do this to someone?”

You heard something audible behind the blindfold and a long pause. Then he said, “It’s odd of you to ask that. About ninety percent of people in your position would have asked why I’m doing this, not how. I’ll indulge you, but only this once. I do this just because I can, wouldn't you if you had the power of the NPA and Task Force behind you?”

“No… I wouldn’t do anything so cruel.” All you could do was tear up, wetting the blindfold so that it stuck to your face.

“I wouldn’t say it was cruel, just an experiment. You see, I get extremely bored and you have piqued my interest. I want to see what exactly makes you tick, what excites you and pushes you over the edge that renders you immobile.” There was a heavy and suffocating pause. “I don’t actually give a damn about Kira, not since I found you. But I need to keep up appearances of course.”

“Found me?” That implied he was looking for you and this whole thing was not by accident. 

“You’re quite vocal when you want to be, all on your own in your bedroom. I want to hear that again, only I want to do it myself. I’m fascinated by your body and I want to understand what strings to pull.”

…Bedroom? There was no way he had seen your bedroom. 

Why is he saying these things? As if all he’d done already wasn’t enough. You wanted to be sick, make a scene and spit on him for what he was pulling, lying about everything that left his lips. The police could stop him if they knew, there must be some sort of way to get a message out you hoped, but how you weren't sure since the cameras were off.

“I know what you’re thinking. How on earth has he seen my bedroom? Well it's simple to deduce when you enter your apartment complex, then you cross reference how long it would take to get to the highest floor by either the elevator or walking, seeming as your complex is only a few floors and judging by your physical fitness, the probability of you using the stairs was high.”

That pause again, nothing good came of it. “I only had to wait for you to come home in the dark and wait for a light to turn on. You should really invest in a blackout blind, anyone could sit on that tree just outside your window and look in.”

You remembered. One night not long before you ended up in this place, you thought you had seen something outside your window past your net curtains. Though, when you looked out there was nothing there so you dismissed it as a bird or wild animal. It had been summer and it got you all hot and bothered. 

“Seeing you touch yourself in that way got me thinking if I could replicate it, but since now, nothing has gotten you there.” 

His fingers moved and pressed against you, the restraints stopped you from moving, there was no room to flinch or pull away. They were inside you quickly, but he was gentle and kept that way when his tongue moved there too, licking up the entire length of you, moving slowly and purposefully over your clit so it made you jolt involuntarily. 

Here he went again, he’d keep going until you came. Guaranteed every time. 

He stopped and that threw you off. He sighed to himself, “No. That’s not right, you didn’t squirm like before when I did this.”

L pulled his fingers out of you and moved them over your clit in small circles, you tried so hard to stop yourself moaning in pitch black, but it was too late. “I recall your fingers doing this, please don’t stifle your moans or it'll disrupt the whole experiment. I’m using that time in your bedroom as a control, it’s not an ideal parameter to go off of, but unfortunately it’s all I have.”

You didn’t make one sound and bit your lip to defy him, to ruin it in hopes he’d grow bored and let you go. “To put it simply, I need you to let go and stop being uptight if you want this over with.”

Still nothing. “Ah I know. Let’s have a little fun, why dont we play a game?” 

“A game?” He’d baited you. 

“This is a fun game…” He moved in another direction, and used his other hand to finger you like before. “And it's called, let’s see how much I can get away with.”

“W-what?” 

“I think it's time we had intercourse, I have nothing to go by in comparison but don’t worry, it’s entirely for my own notes, no one else will see us.” He’d never fucked you before.

It all overwhelmed you, panicking and straining against the straps you didn’t register the numbness or singing pain tugging your wrists. “No! Stop this right now, or I swear I’ll scream so loud everyone will come running and stop you!”

“Go right ahead,” A rustle of fabric. “It’s all soundproof, no one will hear you. But if you do insist on screaming, try to differentiate it between pleasure and panic, there's a fine line and it can be difficult to tell the difference.”

And then his cock was there, hard and pushing into you, your dripping cunt with so much ease you didn’t realise how wet he’d made you. Straight in and he held himself there, the entire length of his cock to bottom out. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, this is my first time but upon watching pornography, it's not entirely difficult to work out. I’ll have plenty of practice.”

“Plenty? You said it would be over after, you said!”

“Did I? I don’t recall.” He thrusted in and out slowly to adjust, his hands finding their way to your breasts, massaging them and squeezing. “Hm… you react differently to nipple stimulation than taking my fingers, interesting. ”

He rolled your nipples between his fingers over the fabric, pulling and pinching to get a reaction out of you. It was involuntary, the noises escaping your lips was ghastly as he fucked you, gradually picking up the pace. 

“I wonder what it’ll feel like if I ejaculate inside you-”

“Don’t do that. You better not fucking do that, you’re deranged!” 

“You say that, but biologically speaking, your body is telling me a different story. So wet and lubricated, it’s telling me that you’re enjoying yourself despite protesting. Can you explain that?” His voice became strained. 

You tried screaming, asking anyone behind the blacked out lens of the security camera he’d mentioned to help, to stop L and to let you loose. If there was really even one there.

No one answered of course, just like he said and after a while, he covered your mouth with his hand. 

“Despite this being an experiment, I can’t actually concentrate whilst you're screaming in my ear like that. From what I’ve read, I’m very close to finishing and I’d like to enjoy it. It is my first time after all and it feels much better than I expected. We can resume the experiment at a later date.” 

He was really putting effort in now, his hips pounding into your aching and numbing legs, fingers digging into you as he gripped and breathed in a way that you assumed only meant one thing. 

He was close. “That’s it.” He said, jerking into you and jutting with his orgasm inside you. 

Deep and already you could feel his cock twitching and filling you, but he didn’t pull out, not at first. So clinical and robotic, breaths reaching normality quickly. 

“That was…” There was a hint of shock perhaps. “I enjoyed that very much.” 

Just another horny man on top of you to make you regret and despise yourself. “Get the fuck off of me you creep! How could you do that?” 

“It just solidified my initial assessment… Now I understand just how much I can get away with… interesting.” 

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[walpu]

I've got those requests almost at the same time jsrfwwxewe also I fucked up big time and accidentally deleted them but thanks god I've made the screenshots

I've been looking forward to writing something nsfw for him lmao

nsfw headcanons w/Aventurine

characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, nsfw, subby!Aven. Somehow turned into a character study. Somewhat angsty but with a turn for hurt/comfort. No beta.

Okay, first of all, he's no virgin. But he's NOT a manwhore either. Like for some reason when it comes to the cunning characters it's always either he's a dickrider-pussydestroyer-900 or he's actually a fragile innocent virgin baby. Not the case with Aventurine, not on my watch at least.

I mean it's pretty much canon that the only moment he feels truly alive is when he's gambling so he won't seek sex for the purpose of filling up the hole in his heart. And I don't see him as a lustful person in general.

He has one-night stands from time to time though. Not particularly often but once in a while he feels a certain level of frustration and stress budling up in him so in order to distress without losing his cool he seeks sexual relief. For him it's a safe way to relax a bit without actually taking off the mask of a frivolous and confident man.

Also. He's very touch starved. Not even in a lustful way, he just wants to feel someone's touch. Someone on twitter pointed out that he's practically hugging himself on his e6 and I haven't been the same ever since.

And now look at his body language in almost every cutscene. He has his arms crossed and is generally pretty reversed. I think he doesn't trust people around enough to be in his personal space but when it's a part of the sexual act, it's just natural. He doesn't have to feel exposed. So yeah. This is another reason why he seeks sex.

Now do you remember what Sparkle said to him? About stripping himself naked for Sunday and all that? Yeah I feel like he gets comments like that a lot due to people's prejudice against Avgins. People are usually not this straightforward butttt the idea behind their comments is the same.

He may act unaffected as long as he wants to but I do think it messed him up quite a bit.

Due to his fucked up views on his own value and his sexuality he doesn't have a healthy set of boundaries with his partners, allowing them to be as mean and rough as they want. And I don't mean just kinky stuff, I mean genuinely uncaring partners who really don't give a shit about Aven's comfort. I think subconsciously he seeks people like this. In his eyes, it's better this way, otherwise he may crumble from a gently and caring touch.

So yeah. His sexual encounters usually leave him sore and exhausted. The initial feeling of relief washes away in the morning, leaving him more empty than before.

Okay now to the happier part because we are 466 words in and I still didn't say anything good or sexy.

If the two of you started your relationship as a fling then initially he would be surprised because of how observant and attentive you are.

"My, my, how caring you are. But don't worry about me, you're free to use me as you wish" he says in the same flirty tone as usual. And you just. Stare.

He acts like he's bored while you literally pry the information out of him and, well, he doesn't give you anything specific anyway so you have to ask questions during the whole prosses to make sure he's doing fine. Orrr you just set for something very vanilla just in case.

In reality he's a bit confused. Has mixed feeling about this. Being treated with such care makes it harder for him to hide behind his mask but it feels so nice.

And when he realizes that he has actual feelings for you he just. Stops sleeping with you lmao. If you have questions about this he'll find 2134144 excuses but in reality he just tries to figure out his own feelings.

If you started off as friends then he would not try to sleep with you until you start dating. At first he just doesn't want to mix up this dynamics. And when he catches feelings, he just tries to make sense of it. Plus since sex is not something entirely positive for him, he's just kind of... unsure how it may affect your relationship even if it's obvious that the two of you want each other.

Okay now the real talk. When the two of you are officially lovers be prepared to face his messed up views on his own sexuality. Will probably need a lot of reassurance, attention and aftercare to realize the importance of his own safety and comfort. Learns to value himself through you.

A very good lover, knows how to please you and wants to please you. His previous sex partners weren't important to him so he didn't go out of his way to make them feel good but with you it's a different story. Literally worships your body, pressing kisses everywhere. Especially likes your thighs. Kisses them, bites them, leaves marks all over them. Loooooves teasing them while keeping eye contact with you right before giving you oral.

I feel like he's a switch but leans towards being a sub. May dom if you want him to or, rarely, if he feels like it.

May look like a brat but is not actually a brat. Well, most of the time. He's a tease but still does pretty much everything you want without making you work for it. However, if he's in a playful mood, may get all cheeky with you. Says stuff like: "Oh, that's all? I know you can do better" or "My dearest, don't disappoint me, okay? You know I don't make deals that don't pay off" just to rile you up. He loves being tamed okay. He knows you won't hurt him so him being all cheeky and disobedient is actually a huge sign that he's comfortable with you and trusts you fully.

Worship his body and he'll melt. Like. He'll genuinely crumble.

Goes all worked up and needy and soft and completely submissive in your arms.

Loves loves loves edging you. And fucking hate being edged. And by "hates" I mean he will whine and sulk and beg you to let him cum already. Secretly loves it but won't admit. You know it anyway since he never tries to stop you, obeying your every command, like a good boy he is. If you tell him that you'll stop doing that if he actually wants you to he'll huff and admit that he's not actually against you being a meanie.

Loves marking your body and loves when you mark his. HOWEVER would prefer to leave/have hickeys on the parts of your bodies that are usually covered. Doesn't want to create any rumors and doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. However, if you're into this, he'll gladly cover your entire neck with hickeys.

Is actually very sensitive pretty much everywhere so it's quite easy to overstimulate him. Once again, he'll whine but would never be against it.

Has the pretties moans and is very loud as well.

Doesn't have a lot of stamina so if he tops and you're still not satisfied after he cums, he'll use toys to entertain you up until he is ready for another round. If he bottoms then please give him some time to rest. Andddd kiss all over his body so he would get worked up again as soon as possible.

Has a praise kink. And a bit of a degradation kink too actually. Don't just insult him, mix it up with a praise and boom he's ready to cum.

Loves aftercare. Both giving and receiving it. He feels extremely vulnerable after a sensual lovemaking session so please just hold him and tell him he did great.

[shirefantasies]

The Hobbit Characters' Love Languages

Just realized I did this for LoTR but I don't think I ever did it for The Hobbit, so enjoy 😉 The Five Love Languages are: Gifts, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Acts of Service! Everyone is said to have a primary two 💖

Balin

Words of Affirmation- So many years, wars, songs, evenings spent by the fire with kindred spirits and strangers alike, have granted Balin the gift of words. Situations witnessed and life under the belt. What words offered comfort to Balin he hopes bring some healing to you. To be the one to reassure you is the greatest gift back he can ask for in exchange for those words and experiences. Clearing the clouds of your mind brings forth the shiniest light that is your smile.

Quality Time- All Balin needs from you is the guiding force of your presence, a warm hand and heart to hold. Life's rich experiences are his greatest treasures, and sharing them with you guilds them beyond all worldly value. More than your vast riches or lack thereof Balin is grateful for the constant you are in his life amidst so much strife, a little chip of beauty he could carry over his heart for all his days. Companionship was the most unexpected boon, yet every time you lie beside Balin, he feels more loved than anything!

Dwalin

Acts of Service- Warrior. Provider. These are monikers given to Dwalin again and again. Never were these words empty, though— every day of his life Dwalin rose and fought for himself and others. Those he holds dearest. His actions reveal his love; they are his love, his embodied care in all choices he makes. Not only will he hold you away from harm and jump to your defense in a fight, but Dwalin remembers everything you tell him. Allergic to something? It shall never appear in your sight again. Your favorite flower? Appears in your sight quite frequently, all lined up in a vase!

Physical Touch- Now this is one that tends to shock, but there is a reason Dwalin does not partake in much touch: it holds great meaning for him. Touch is a sign of comfort, of refuge, a feeling he relishes in alongside connection and chooses not to cheapen. Dwarves have no mind showing physical affection to close friends and family, and Dwalin saves much of this until he is certain you’re his One. From that point on, you will frequently notice a protective hand about your waist or rubbing the small of your back. The way he links his arm with yours in crowds or at any sign of competition or threat. You, now, are joined.

Thorin

Words of Affirmation- Stoic of a dwarf as he is, Thorin knows the value of a well-placed word. Does not speak affirmations not well earned. Being his One has earned you praise he thought impossible. Heartbreak just the same when you struggle to see the beauty, the strength that pierces through to his eyes stronger than any sunbeam. Thorin knows no fear in sharing this with you again and again. Even in little moments of frustration, your beloved king seems to have a key to not just your heart, but your mind, which he knows exactly how to put at ease.

Acts of Service- A natural leader, Thorin is constantly surveying his surroundings, persons included. Especially, even. Awareness is never a struggle for him, as he takes note of necessary tasks and does them, often in silence. You feel constantly surprised by his quiet acts of love upon discovering them, like little gifts of ease granted to you and you alone. To be known, they say, is to be loved, and you feel both beneath Thorin’s attentiveness.

Oin

Acts of Service- Oin knows how to take your pain away, yearns to relieve you more than anything. If your back hurts, you might find a little jar of muscle balm waiting for you. After a fight, you're the first one the healer is rushing to to bandage up unless someone's gravely wounded. It's as if Oin can feel the disturbance in the air when something happens to you the way he rushes over to you with any tools to help you, weapons to fight for you, or supplies to heal you. He is well aware how frustrating it can be if his hearing loss impacts your conversations, so if there's a sea he can cross to help you feel his love, then by Mahal, he's crossing it!

Quality Time- All Oin asks for is good music, good company, and maybe a bit of learning! Nothing is more fun than hearing a new story or the latest medical treatment alike. Beyond this, though, your choice to stay by his side through everything is more than fine companionship. It is a conscious move of acceptance despite his flaws, motion he returns wholeheartedly.

Gloin

Gifts- Physical reminders of his love make and preserve their own memories. Gloin loves to be able to decorate you with all the finest things- he knows you're his treasure, but now you look like it! The craftsmanship of his people is well worth celebrating, too, and what better way than to connect you with it in the most literal sense? Dwarven riches have never looked so beautiful. Years have sharpened Gloin's mind, his shrewd senses memorizing every little thing you love. Your favorite flowers make appearances in every bouquet, the dessert you love most ends your special days, your jewelry is always gold or silver, whatever you prefer! To Gloin, frequent gifts are tokens of how often you stroll through his thoughts.

Physical Touch- What better physical reminder of his love than a protective touch? All who witness Gloin by your side will be well aware of his feelings for you! And in private? He can’t keep his hands off you! Every part of you is sacred to him and he shall worship it to the fullest. Your bond is emotional, spiritual, physical— he carries your image in a locket everywhere he goes, gently stroking the painted curve of your cheekbones when he cannot feel the flush of your cheeks for himself, confirm you are real and before him. Much as Gloin must leave for his duties, his people, coming home to you is the highlight of it all and he will hold you in his arms day and night until you both are satisfied.

Bifur

Physical Touch- Language barriers are nothing to Bifur beyond longer strides to remain close to your heart. Physical barriers in your relationship exist only in the form of personal boundaries. The feeling of your hand in his or vice versa not only exerts a grounding force but is your communication- fear as you suddenly reach for his hand, concern as his thumb runs gently over your hand, love when you hold it tight and refuse to let go, and joy when one of you takes the other's suddenly and pulls them closer. Hand contact is everything to you both, the little taps and signs into each other's palms. Beyond that, it's those other small things like the way Bifur grips your hips to signal a steamier mood or the way he teasingly slings an arm over your shoulders that show this quiet dwarf is in his element in your presence.

Acts of Service- Especially if you do not understand Khuzdul, Bifur is unable to speak his love and reassurance to you. Frustrating as it can be, he's been a fighter for years who feels little fear, especially in fighting for you! You can expect not only a dwarf who literally fights for you, but your weapons always clean and sharp as if by magic, notes in Khuzdul that read only the sweetest things, and being given hell if you don't eat! Bifur is anything but silent in the way he loves you.

Bofur

Quality Time- It may not be a secret that Bofur loves attention, but it's a push-and-pull for him. The attention he gets energizes him and amuses others, and at the end of the day smiles are all he wants to see! Your attention fuels him, warms his heart and quiets the voices swirling deep within his mind that question if he truly is making you happy. If you love someone, in Bofur's mind, all you need to do is show them you're with them. Involved. Similarly, you'll see it in the rapt attention he pays you, the light in his eyes and soft sighs of his chest as you pour out your passions with him as your willing and unending vessel. Bofur's favorite memories are of you singing or dancing together or even just that time you laughed yourself to tears over the dumbest thing he'd ever said and he swore he could never be more head over heels.

Physical Touch- Touch with friends is casual; it may seem meaningless or universal from Bofur. Such claims crumble at the base every time his gloved hands surround yours in the cold. Whenever you’re the only lap he throws his legs over even before his brother’s. When he hugs you tightly enough to intertwine your heartbeats and clothing and breath until Bofur becomes a part of you and you him. Upon even the most minute gestures like laying a hand over yours at the fire or slinging an arm over your shoulders while you laugh lies the mantel of your rule of his heart.

Bombur

Quality Time- Good company is valued above all else to the Ur Clan, not gold or a single location or even the finest delicacies. Without loved ones, what meaning does life have? All Bombur needs is time with you, to know you are there by his side. He’s never been a fancy dwarrow. All he desires is a big family, a lot of laughs, and maybe just secretly your undivided attention! The feeling of your eyes on him, of him being the cause of your smile, feels so unreal every time and he can barely get used to it. Doesn’t mean he won’t try, though!

Acts of Service- All his life, Bombur has been a provider. To love someone is to feed them, to keep their home well and inviting, to make a difficult day a bit easier. The relief on your face when you learn he’s drawn you a warm bath, the way your eyes turn up in pleasure at the taste of your hot meal, it all feels like love to him. The warmth of his provisions, Bombur hopes, mirrors the warmth in his heart he holds for you and you alone.

Dori

Quality Time- Chatting with you over tea is Dori’s lifeblood. To see you, to hear you, to catch up on everything be it your worries or the gossip you heard or your favorite fascination for an hour on end! Much as he enjoys the finer things in life, such is nothing to feeling loved as is seeing your eyes locked within his, your reflection in the blue, building a house and a home and a life together. It’s all he wanted to have a companion, a new family outside the one he headed that was just for him. That he chose himself and has the utter privilege of seeing choose him every single day.

Words of Affirmation- Tutting and fretting over you may elicit a laugh or an eyeroll, but as time passes you realize Dori only hovers over those he fears losing. Having lost his parents, he values a vocal presence of guiding; it symbolizes a love powerful enough to drive constant thought as well as action. As much as he voices concerns, he voices his care. He voices his fears and even louder your virtues. Shares as well as he listens over tea or in the kitchen together. Dori wears his heart upon his sleeve and his—surprisingly silver—tongue.

Nori

Physical Touch- Cliché? Corny? Maybe. What else can he say but that he likes the feeling of your skin beneath his? Words were never his strong suit, rather confirmation via his actions, desire and appreciation and sometimes even reverence summoned from his fingertips. In the past, these motions were never drawn out so, but his love for you has Nori relishing in taking his time, in not just enjoying but truly discovering you. Finding the sensations that make you smile, giggle, fluster, or even turn your attention completely to him are joys unmatched. He never thought it possible to so beyond enjoy someone so much before you came along.

Gifts- Ever the sneak, Nori takes great joy in not just presenting you with endless delights, but stowing them cleverly away for you to find throughout your days. Shining as your countenance and presence are, Nori is determined to be the reason that becomes literal, sparing no effort to present you with dwarven metals and gems. Knowing your preferences, if you do not wear jewelry he will not be deterred! You'll be presented with beads or other items for your hair- anything that shows your beloved dwarf has claimed you wholeheartedly. Once Nori finally gives his heart away, he finds himself ready to give everything else away, too, if it goes to you. By his hand on your knee and his family name on your bead, there is to be no doubt of his choice.

Ori

Quality Time- Character exceeds all for Ori, who only wants a kindred soul to enjoy life with. A simple dwarf, he asks not for the greatest skills, only the biggest heart. The fact that you take the time to listen to him, to share, and see him as an equal you choose to spend your time with brings his heart to bursting! That choice makes Ori feel loved more than anything. That you always sit by his side and no one else’s, that it’s him you sit down with for a cuppa and come to first with news, good or bad. Every little moment like that deepens your bond and serves a far greater purpose in Ori’s mind than some others might think.

Gifts- While he may pay little heed to how often you gift him, Ori adores showing his love for you with the many things he makes. Something about creating or finding something that's just perfect for you feels right to him, a way to show that swirling at the back of his mind always is you. Everything you love, everything you need, it is patiently stored by Ori. Your smile, the way you light up upon being surprised, is fuel to the fire of his heart for the whole day and then some!

Fili

Acts of Service- Self-sacrifice is in his nature. Fili is no martyr, his mind simply tunes into the hearts of those around him and bleeds for the many needs he witnesses. You are no different, your every plight falling within Fili’s watchful eyes. Fili has given you the shirt off his back, carried you to safety when injured, even insisted Oin teach him every method to cure your natural aches and pains. Never does he resent your needs, though; no, your needs are his, for your happiness is shared. Difficult tasks for you might be easy for him, so why not bring you joy in the process? What good would he be if he did not make your life better than when he found it? You did the very same to his. Every move he makes reaffirms his conscious decision to make you a part of his life forever.

Words of Affirmation- The glint of the stars, brighter light than the wealth of any mountain, Fili's own heart, and every one of your names shall be all the reason you seek if you question the lengths he goes to for you. Defense of you in any confrontation comes naturally, be it your character, your purpose, or any other unfounded target being aimed upon. Fili voices his thoughts as they rise to his head, uttering wonderfully intrusive praises as he sees how beautiful you look, feels a warm rush of gratitude upon reflecting on how much you mean to him.

Kili

Words of Affirmation- Kili is swift with his words, always armed and ready to unsheathe them for any purpose. They are quick, charming, but with you, romantic. Poetic, even. Statements not just of his love for you, but touting your many qualities as if you hung the stars themselves and tossed them to him as falling meteors glittering down from space. You shine such a light into his life, his eyes, that he simply must reflect it back to you in the form of sharing exactly what he loves about you and why even what you see as your worst qualities deserve redeem. After all, you do the same for him, and you look amazing while you do it! Despite the bravado you may see, Kili gives the love he needs most, and hearing your sweet and heartfelt words has moved him to tears. With you he is no second, he is whole and reminded of your shared claim daily.

Physical Touch- The way Kili’s hands trace your form aligns with his slick words, but the way his body relaxes against yours, his hands seek yours in times of fear, is a sign of something greater. Every touch of his is a silent statement of his complete trust of you, the same trust you see when he lays his forehead against those of his family. Would that you not have provided Kili a shoulder to cry on without judgment, stories unlike none he’d ever heard, laughed at his every joke and made him bellow with his own laughter, he would not feel so safe with you as an extension of himself. A hand resting upon your hip or over yours speaks volumes from Kili.

Bilbo

Quality Time- Silence doesn’t bother Bilbo, at least not with you. From years of awkward attempts to occupy its void comes sweet, sweet relief at the knowledge of your presence with no expectations. He needn’t speak, simply hold you or sit by your side while you both embark on your quiet reading adventures or perhaps do a bit of knitting or crochet. Time has passed such as to ease Bilbo’s worries as to your inner thoughts, your words and actions contradicting any apprehension he has ever held. Unlike most, your presence fuels him rather than exhausting him. How else does he know it’s love?

Acts of Service- Meek as he claims to enjoy his life, Bilbo is a hobbit of action; sitting idly is not his hobby, but his reward. Similarly, in relationships he feels complacency is the enemy and works tirelessly to prove his love and— even as you remind him he needn’t— earn yours. Housekeeping is his everything, so you will soon be used to him sweeping up your dishes into his hands to wash, organizing your things back to the way he knows you like them, repairing torn clothing. After all, neither a Took nor a Baggins leaves their beloved wanting!

Thranduil

Gifts- Lavish is an understatement when describing the Elvenking, the majestic and elegantly adorned figure who had taken you beneath the velvet folds of his affection. The finest clothing is draped over you, gorgeous jewels of your chosen color will rest over your heart, encircle your wrists and fingers. Luxury existing beyond conspicuity, for Thranduil wishes the best in life upon you, especially if you had not been raised with it. His wealth can attain meaning if it improves your life…and marks you as his in the process.

Physical Touch- Thranduil embraces sensuality. The ecstasy of your warmth meeting his. The shivers he feels upon trailing his hands along your hips or spine bring a smile to his lips unfailingly. Beyond that, however, is the physical anchor your contact provides. Tethering him to this plane despite the ephemeral nature of his life, loves prior, connection to his subjects in a time of isolation. You hold him in the more silent moments as well as the loudest moments of love and ravishing, drying tears or simply feeling your joined heartbeats sharing a loving rhythm.

Feren

Acts of Service- Manifestations of this sort come in the form of Feren’s sheer dedication to caring for you. It is his greatest joy to restore your vitality at the end of the day, to gently guide you into a state of relaxation and have a direct hand in your beauty and happiness. Cleaning and taking care of your hair is his favorite; Feren’s hand is nothing but gentle whether he is massaging your scalp and rinsing it or performing any other upkeep like oiling your hair, applying curlers or a bonnet, or braiding or tying it. If anyone knows the feeling of a long day, it is he, and lightening your burden is not just what he would want, it is a weight off his own heart to watch the smile spread across your face.

Gifts- You compare Feren to a crow the way he collects what he sees. Nearly every day your beloved is bringing you some bounty home, be it flowers or chips of crystalline stone he found or even seeds to plant your own garden from the few points of life still glimmering deep in Mirkwood’s heart. Feren’s gifts of nature show you the heart he does not always reveal, the eyes he casts upon not only intruders but the entire woods. He considers every day a promise to you, every token a sign he kept his word to return to you and build your life together piece by beautiful piece.

Bard

Quality Time- He’s lived without money all his life; material possessions are fleeting things with little capacity to craft true joy. Nothing in the world, however, can replace the unique human souls Bard has come to know. Yours beyond included. Bard will sacrifice a few more hours’ work to see the game you’re building with his children, tell others and hold up a hand the moment they interrupt you. When many more years have passed and he goes on to be with his many fathers, Bard will grasp not for any riches, but for your hand before he awaits your joining him.

Acts of Service- It takes a real man to put himself in the place of his words, and Bard will be caught dead before he is a liar to you. Keeping promises is incredibly important to him, so you will have utmost confidence in the things he says he will do being completed. Being with a tradesman means you’ll often find things repaired before you even had a chance to ask Bard about them. Such is his way of showing you never leave his thoughts even amidst work and fatherhood— you are simply your own kind of important!

Beorn

Acts of Service- Words fail him. He speaks directly, spent years alone where words were of little use to him. Sometimes he is rendered silent in your presence, unsure what he could even say or how genuine it would seem. Second nature to him, however, is work. Effort. Effort you are well and beyond worth. A hot drink and breakfast ready for you every morning, flowers left where you'll find them. At the end of a long day, Beorn takes great pleasure in sitting you down, bathing you gently and scrubbing you hair, preparing it for your sleep whatever it needs. Words may fail him, but Beorn's every motion is an ellipse orbiting the sun you've brought to his solitary life.

Quality Time- The more space you occupy in Beorn's life, the more of a fixture you become. Altering his carefully curated routine in the best way, your presence is sheer comfort. Existing side-by-side even in silence returns his energy in a way he never thought possible. Sitting there whittling while you knit, Beorn's heart swells with a warmth of home and family that once felt beyond the realm of possibility. Domesticity is the cornerstone of all he fought and bled for, and despite his former assertions that his cottage was his and his alone, he dreads any day of returning home to it void of your presence.

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Can I request dating headcanons for Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, and Ekko with gender neutral s/o please?

Arcane Headcanons - Dating

Characters: Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, Ekko

TW: none

Have fun!! Request are still open btw🫶‼️

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Vander

Veryyyy gentle lover

A very soft spoken partner, loves to call you pet names

Words of affirmation are probably his form of showing affection

He’s not super touchy in public. It’s not that he doesn’t like physical touch, the opposite actually, he finds it sacred. In public he’ll only grab your hand, maybe caress your arm

When it’s just the two of you however, he cannot keep his hands to himself. You are in the kitchen? He’s hanging around like a lost dog behind you. You are reading a book? He’ll make you cuddle with him while you read

Vander would be incredibly protective of you, always making sure you are safe and well taken care of, but he’d do so in a calm and gentle way

He’s tough, but he never wants to make you feel small or incapable

SUCHHHH an old school loverboy. He’d be the type to open doors for you or ensure you never walk on the outer side of the sidewalk

Vander would prefer spending quiet nights together rather than going out. Whether it’s cuddling by the fire, cooking together, or just talking

Jayce

SOOOOOO needy

Love language is definitely physical touch, he cannot keep his hands off of you. From holding hands, cuddles, caresses, everything and anything that transmits his warmth to you

A terrible cook, not for lack of trying, but rather because he never has had the time to practice. Even so he tries to make you breakfast every chance he gets before he goes to the lab

His favourite way to unwind after work is to cuddle with you, his head on your lap or shoulder as you caress his hair as he rambles about his day

He loves to show you off at events. His hand never leaves your side, and if it ever for some reason happen his eyes would never leave your presence

As someone who values innovation and progress, Jayce would be incredibly supportive of his your ambitions, encouraging them to chase your dreams, no matter how big or small

He would prefer to separate his work like from his love life, opting to keep his lover away from the lab. He does however secretly enjoy whenever you pop in for a quick visit

Would try to make your life easier with the help of his inventions in any way he could. Known for loosing track of time? Jayce’s got it covered and will have an artifact to help you made in no time

Though he appears to be fairly stern and commanding, he’s the biggest sweetheart. He’s acts like a puppy in love when he’s with you, like the good boy he is

Viktor

A very reserved lover

While not the most physically affectionate, he makes his love to you known through actions. Always making two coffees, always grabbing a sweet treat on his way home to share after work, always bringing your scarf along if it’s cold outside

He isn’t overly expressive with words, but his actions speak volumes. He might not shower you with grand romantic speeches, but his presence and the way he looks at you convey his deep feelings. His physical affection could be soft but sincere, like holding your hand or brushing your hair out of your face

Cherishes and enjoys the quite moments he gets to spend with his partner like reading together

Will only go to fancy events if his partner wants to go with him. If he were to go alone he’d drink enough to be sent back home within an hour of the event starting, on purpose of course

Will remember all of the ‘insignificant’ stuff you have ever said. You like calico cats? Noted. Your favourite hobby as a kid? oh yeah he remembers. The song playing when you two had your first date? Constantly plays in the back of his head whenever he needs to cool down at work

Viktor doesn’t have time for drama or playing games in relationships. What you see is what you get, and he values honesty and directness

Just like Jayce, Viktor would encourage his partner and their dreams, doing everything he cans to help them accomplish them

While he might get absorbed in his scientific pursuits, Viktor would also make sure to carve out time for you. However, he might get a bit distracted when talking about his work, so you’ll have to find ways to balance both his love for invention and his affection for you

Silco

The most jealous out of the bunch. He cherishes his partner as though they were something sacred. In his eyes no one could ever be worthy to be in your presence

Possessive, but (surprisingly) not in a toxic way. In public his hand would be glued to yours, or placed around your lower back. He needs to make it known that you are with him

Would give you the whole world if you’d ask him to. Once Silco is committed to you, his loyalty is unwavering. He doesn’t believe in half-measures or distractions, and his devotion to you would be total. You’d always have his trust and allegiance, no matter what

While Silco isn’t one to shower you with words of affection, when he does speak, it’s sincere and impactful. His "I love you" would come less often but carry more weight. He’d show his love through the way he holds you—firm, unyielding, and always with the promise of safety.

With that being said his favourite way to address his partner would be by calling you ‘my love’ . No matter if it’s in public or in the privacy of your home, he’d proudly call you my love any chance he got

In moments of intimacy, Silco would be raw and intense, showing you a side of him that's often hidden from everyone else. His passion would be undeniable, and it would come with a fire that burns deep and leaves you feeling wanted and cherished in ways that few could match

Silco would start his mornings by making you coffee or tea just the way you like it. You’d rather have something else? He’ll move hell and earth to get it to you. Even on the most hectic of days, he’d take the time to make sure your first sip of the day is perfect, and he’d enjoy sitting with you in comfortable silence while you both wake up together

While Silco can be intense, he'd also show a lighter side through playful teasing. He’d make subtle remarks that get you to laugh, his way of showing affection through humor. He’d love seeing you smile, and sometimes he’d tease you just to make you blush

Sometimes, Silco would take you out for a quiet night under the stars, away from the noise of the city. There, he’d just sit with you, enjoying the calm and silence of the night, maybe even offering a rare, soft conversation about things he never talks about with anyone else. It’s a peaceful intimacy between the two of you that he cherishes

Ekko

The most emotionally vulnerable one. He’d go to great lengths to show you just how much he cares about you

Ekko might not be the smoothest with words, but he’d give you the sweetest, most sincere compliments. He’d tell you that you’re the most incredible person he knows, and he wouldn’t just say it to make you smile—he means it from the bottom of his heart

Love language would definitely be acts of service, doing his best at helping you out whenever he’s around

You’d be his favourite muse, always drawing you in his spare time and never forgetting all of the tiny details and stories that your skin has to share

When the world goes quiet, Ekko would enjoy staying up late with you, talking about everything and anything. From big dreams to small, funny moments, you’d get lost in conversations, and he’d listen with genuine interest, always making you feel like you matter

Whether it’s fixing up something around the house or building a project together, Ekko would love to get his hands dirty with you. He’d enjoy the teamwork aspect, and it’d be a bonding experience where you both get to learn and laugh together as you create something meaningful

Even when Ekko is busy with his own projects, he’d make sure you always feel like the most important person in the room. Whether it’s sending a quick message just to check in or looking up from his work to give you a smile, he’d make sure you know that you’re never far from his thoughts

Ekko would be the type to share his vulnerabilities with you late at night when everything’s calm. He might not be the most openly nostalgic, but with you, he feels safe enough to talk about his deepest fears, his past, and his dreams for the future. In these moments, he’d be incredibly honest, leaning on you for comfort as you listen intently, creating a quiet but powerful bond between you both

If you were ever feeling down, Ekko’s touch would be gentle but reassuring. He’d hold you close, running his fingers through your hair or gently cupping your face as he looks into your eyes. He wouldn’t need to say much; his soft presence and the way he holds you would be enough to make you feel safe and loved, as if you were the only person who matters in that moment

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

TFA team Prime x Human!Reader headcanons.

Just some general crushing/relationship headcanons.

Optimus prime

He's absolutely shocked when he realizes he's fallen for a human.

He struggles a bit with the idea of a human and a cybertronian being together and how realistic it may or may not be.

Is definitely a bit nervous interacting with you one on one.

Tries to keep his cool but fails miserably lol.

Has made it his mission to protect you at all costs.

Despite his nervousness, he's quite affectionate.

It's just little things, but all stuff he knows you'd appreciate.

Always listen to you when you talk.

He remembers everything you say and will take note of like, dislikes, wants, and needs.

Takes him forever to muster up the courage to tell you how he feels.

His smile when you say you like him back is to die for.

This man yearns for cuddles but is too worried about hurting you or invading your personal space to just do it.

You gotta offer the cuddles.

Boundaries are number 1 on his priority list in a relationship.

He makes sure he doesn't cross any of yours.

He's definitely not all that openly affectionate around the rest of the team.

Hates Bumblebee's constant teasing.

When you two are alone, it's a very calm kind of affectionate if you know what I mean.

Honestly, your love is what keeps him going sometimes and needs you to know that.

He's a good leader and an even better boyfriend.

TFA Ratchet

This man is the definition of tsundere.

Can't figure out how in the wide world he ended up falling for a human.

So he denies his feelings for as long as he can.

Until they become too strong and he just can't.

Doesn't change how grouchy he is, tho lol.

It's a rare thing for him to say anything nice to you, but when he does, you can feel the sincerity behind them.

He would definitely end up confessing to you while protecting.

Trying to get this man to be openly affectionate is like trying to pull teeth 80% of the time.

He's not necessarily mean, just basic tsundere behavior.

But that 20% is something to die for.

Usually, it's late at night, when everyone else has powered down for the day and you two are the only ones still up.

It's at those times where he really opens up to you.

Not to mention, he appreciates having someone around to listen to him.

And he let you know he appreciates it.

He isn't much for physical affection.

Most you'll get is a caress on the cheek.

Acts or service is his main love language.

He'll fix certain things whether or not you've said anything about them, and he makes sure you take care of yourself.

He may be a little rough around the edges, but at the end of the day, he's a sweet guy deep down.

And he truly cares about you, no questions asked.

TFA Prowl

This man is fascinated by the idea of being in a relationship with a human.

But he never thought he'd be catching feelings for a human.

He's not quite sure what to do with these new feelings.

All he knows is that your presence makes him very happy.

It definitely takes him a while to figure out how to confess to you.

He's not used to being so open with other people.

He definitely gets a little bit flustered around you.

He's not quite sure what boyfriends do.

He tries taking advice from Bumblebee once but only once.

He vows to never do that again lol.

I feel like, despite him being a massive introvert, his love language is still quality time.

He really enjoys and values the time you two spend together.

Loves to study nature with you.

Whether that be through a nature walk or a nature documentary.

TFA Bumblebee

Gets a smile on his face every time you cuddle up next to him while watching a documentary.

Sometimes, he'll just space out and stare at you (until you look in his direction lol).

He usually isn't the type to get overly nervous, but you do some cute and/or hot, and you'll see him lose his cool (just a little).

He's quite the blusher lol.

Would probably faint if you ever did something sexy.

You're probably the only person you can really make him lose his composure, lol.

Oh this man fell fast and fell hard.

Doesn't really care that you're human.

Always tries to act cool around you.

Is an absolute simp 100%

Sometimes, he'll just sit there and stare at you.

You might as well be a god/goddess to him.

Out of everyone, he's probably the least nervous with his feelings.

Definitely finds a way to tell you how he feels in the "coolest" (by his standards lol) way possible.

He is the reigning king of surprise cuddles.

Anywhere, anytime.

He's pretty chill with PDA.

Likes people knowing you're his.

He loves to either play video games with you or just have you around while he plays video games.

He thinks the song Pika Girl by S3RL is the perfect song for your relationship.

Thinks you are the hottest thing on this planet.

He practically gets heart eyes every time you kiss him on the mouth.

When you wear a cute outfit, his knees get all weak as he tries to keep his cool.

God, if you were to wear something sultry, he'd probably start overheating and have an error lol.

Has tried to do the pocky thing with you at least once (if not more) even tho he doesn't eat pockys.

To him, you are his beginning, middle, and end.

TFA Bulkhead

Poor guy gets so nervous when he realizes he's fallen in love with a human.

He thinks he isn't cool enough for you.

Or too scary.

You'd probably have to be the one to confess first for this guy.

Is absolutely shocked that you like him too.

His main love language is 100% physical touch.

Would be too afraid of crushing you to cuddle up to you.

But when you cuddle up to him, oh gosh, you just made his day, no, his whole year.

Is definitely afraid to hug for similar reasons.

Practices gentle hugging on sticks and such just so he can.

Complimenting his art is another easy way to make his day.

As well as letting him infodump about random art facts.

He wouldn't use pet names on you unless you asked because he's so shy lol.

The first time you use a pet name on him, he'd probably almost faint.

Especially if you called him something like "teddy bear."

He'd might actual cry a little (happy tears ofc).

He loves just being able to carry you around everywhere on his shoulder.

He likes being your personal escort lol.

Sometimes, we he's feeling insecure, he needs reassurance you won't leave him for someone cooler.

For a big guy, he can be so sensitive.

And you mean the world to him.

[ratioaven]

spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

[saycheeeese]

Learn to Love Yourself

୨୧ Though this is for my Nanami fans, this post is specifically for my readers who struggle with body images and EDs. Remember, you're beautiful just the way you are! ୨୧

Food was your enemy. Whenever you heard of an event, you immediately found other places to be. You began to withdraw from social gatherings, and slowly ceased midnight snacking.

Nobody noticed. Nobody, that is, except for your God-sent husband.

Nanami often walked in to you body-checking yourself, or weighing on the scale, or reading the nutrition labels on foods. He never said anything, just retreated out of the room, lips pursed and one more wrinkle added to his forehead.

But you did find sticky notes on the most random surfaces in the house. You try to pry open a container of green tea, and a neon green sticky note with a message "You're so beautiful" would be pasted over the nutrition value label.

This silent war went on, you avoiding food, your weight drastically falling. In a matter of months, your sunken cheekbones pierce through your skin and your eyebags turn hollow, your shoulders sharp and pointed and collarbones eerily visible. Your hairline recedes dangerously and you can count almost each of your ribs, but that's okay, isn't it? Beauty is pain and beauty is everything. Or so you thought.

One day, when Nanami had finally had enough, he strolled into the bedroom where you'd taken refuge in after fleeing the dinner table. You'd said you hadn't an appetite, and silently withdrawn, your mashed potatoes and gravy going cold on your plate, untouched, along with the apple juice. You'd sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone, bitterly looking at photos of women with perfect appearances.

"Care to tell me what is bothering you, my love?" His voice is unusually soft, as if treading over dangerous territory. He crosses the distance in three long strides, perching on the bed beside you, taking your delicate hands in his strong, warm ones.

"Hm?" You look up absentmindedly, tears burning your throat as you repeatedly think, why am I the only one who has to do effort to be pretty? "Nothing."

He scoffs. Actually scoffs. "Don't give me that attitude, love. Tell me exactly what's wrong?"

"Like I said, nothing is-"

He sighs, shoulders sagging. "My love, darling wife, are you under the impression that I have not noticed you skipping your meals? That I am blind to the way your bones are becoming ever so prominent, that I have to make more effort to hug you tightly? Please, my love, tell me what's wrong. As your husband, I swear I will not judge you."

You loose a tight breath and fiddle with your fingers. "I ... Nanami, do you think I'm ... pretty?"

Nanami looks up at you, eyes sharpening beneath his glasses. Not in anger, but focus. Concern. Attention. The kind of gaze that weighs truth and chooses words carefully. He shifts closer to you, squeezing your hands once. Then he stands slowly. Waits a few seconds. And then pivots to you, his strong frame towering over you, yet the softest expression is on his face.

"I think," he begins, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

You shift, folding your arms over your chest. "You're just saying that to make me happy."

"No," he intervenes, his voice pleading. "I don't say things I don't mean." He inhales, closing his eyes, then opens them and smiles at you. A genuine, earth-shattering smile, warmer than a summer noon and sweeter than honey. "When you smile - really smile, not that polite one, I forget how sentences work. When you’re upset, your face scrunches right here,” he brushes a knuckle under your eye, tentatively, “and I want to rewrite the whole world just to ease it."

You look down, blinking fast. His finger slips under your chin and tilts it upwards, your eyes locking on his.

“You don’t have to look like anyone else,” he continues, quietly. “You’re not a painting to be judged. You’re the home I come back to."

"But-"

"It always surprises me, looking at you. Like staring at something the heavens shouldn't have made real. And if I say I am blessed to have you, the angel, the gift from heaven, the deity I always heard of but never saw until you entered my life, then it would be an understatement. I wish you could see you the way I do; then you'd fall in love with every infinitesimal detail of yours, the way you speak, the lilt in your voice, your accent, your eyes, the swing of your arms, your little dance when you like your food, that small scrunch on your nose whenever you're thinking, your eyelids drooping if you're angry, your nervous fidgeting and biting? My love, my sweetheart, my dearest wife, the light of my life; I have so much yet so little to say about your beauty. But ..." He takes a breath.

"God, I still cannot believe what did I do to deserve you. All I know is, I am forever grateful to you for making me believe in love, cradling my heart and promising me sweet rivers in heaven and bright stars in the sky; but I was not fazed or moved by your promises - it was you that made me crazy for you, your love. When you smile at me, like there is no one else in the world, no other men you prefer, it feels as if my heart would explode. My dearest treasure, my own Goddess, can you believe how hard is it to not kiss you whenever I see you? You may think you are imperfect, but for me, you are the standard, the beauty standard, and no other woman can be like you. You... you're impossible to get tired of, to forget, to get over."

"You ask if you’re beautiful like it’s a simple thing, like your beauty could ever be contained in a single word. If you were a sunset, people would bleed their fingers climbing cliffs just to watch you from a better angle, snapping pictures until their batteries died and their eyes still wouldn’t be full. If you were a painting, artists would curse their own hands, envy the God who sculpted you, and burn their brushes because nothing they create could ever compare, because you're the kind of stunning that makes artists want to pause, stare at you with their mouths open for an eternity and they still wouldn't want to go, still wouldn't be able to paint you, forever be envious that God made someone like you, and they cannot create an artwork close to capturing your beauty. If you were a poem, libraries would go silent when your name was whispered, and every stanza would be memorized like scripture. The stars would rearrange themselves to mimic the curve of your smile, and flowers would grow in your footsteps just to say they bloomed near you. Birds would forget how to sing when you spoke, and time itself would stutter just to catch another glimpse of you. You are not beautiful. You are beyond it. You are the ache in every artist’s chest, the line every poet dies trying to write. So no, don’t ask me if you’re beautiful. Ask me if the ocean envies your depth, or if the heavens pause to marvel when you pass. Ask me if I still remember how to breathe when you look at me like that … and the answer will always be no. And if you believe you are not the alluring siren I fell in love with, whom I devoted my life to, then let me prove it to you."

Nanami gently releases your chin, dropping his finger to your collarbone. He wipes away every tear rolling down your cheek, then kisses each side softly, cradling your face with a tenderness reserved only for you. His nimble fingers make quick work of your blouse's buttons, then, with one look at you, he slowly slips it off your shoulders.

You inhale sharply, ashamed that he is seeing your imperfections, the bones and curves, but all you can find in his eyes is affection so potent it steals the breath from your chest. He trails his fingers down your torso before gently undressing your skirt, then drops to his knees.

He raises his head, looking at you with a reverence found in a person kneeling in front of their deity. He cups a warm hand around the back of your thigh, then brushes his lip against your leg. A gasp crawls out of your burning throat, embarrassment flushing your face; but in Nanami's eyes, you're perfect, the embodiment of perfection.

He worships your body, slowly, gradually, leaving a trail of kisses along your leg, burning fire in their wake. He pauses. "I love everything about you. Your long legs, no matter how thick or thin they are, as long as they're yours (he chuckles, hot breath fanning your thigh). I wish you could see yourself the way I do, the way I'm doing now. I want you to remember me, remember this, whenever you look at yourself. The next time you look at yourself in the mirror, maybe you'll recall this memory of me, the words I said."

He resumes his ascent, rising on his knees, placing kisses across your abdomen as he holds you tight, like he fears you might disappear if he doesn't hold you close. The entire way, until he reached your neck, he kept saying words of affirmation, encouragement, devotion, telling you how pretty you are, what a hold you have on him, and when he teasingly - yet gently - clamps his teeth down on your fluttering pulse, he lowers you on the bed, lips on yours, devouring you dotingly, before pulling away.

"Stay there, my love; I'm coming back." With that, he exits, hands in his pockets. You bolt up on the bed, throwing a silk robe over your figure, frantically searching for a mirror - when you find it, you rise on your knees and glance at your reflection: hair cascading down to just above your waist, face gaunt and limned with pale moonlight and the scant luminescence of the single light bulb on, your body flawed and warped in your eyes. The door knob squeaks, and you plump down on the bed, the air whooshing out of the pillows.

Nanami flashes you a smile before rounding the bed and sitting beside you. He extends a plate towards you, and your heart plummets. He can evidently see the terror on your face, because in one swift move, he turns you around and holds you in his arms. The plate of chocolate-covered strawberries sits innocently in front of you.

"You once told me, you loved chocolate covered strawberries, right?" He softly says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You gulp. "You said you could eat them all day. Now, I know what is up with you. Food is not your enemy." He says a bit sternly, before grinning. "So, to help you fix your relationship with eating, I made these for you myself. Don't worry, I cook real good. I ... hope this whets your appetite, even if it surfaces trepidation about the fact you'll "gain weight". These are healthy, have low calories, aren't cheesy or fried, but who cares, right? Life is short, eat what you want. I chose this dish because it's easy to start your recovery with a simple snack like this. Please, eat. Y/n, can you eat this for me?" He looks at you with puppy eyes for the first time since you've seen this no-bullshit man, which makes you choke a strained laugh.

With trembling fingers, you pick up a strawberry. So much chocolate, so much sugar... But Nanami wraps a hand around yours, grounding you, and stills. He waits, waits for you to give a signal, so that he knows he's not forcing you to eat. You nod, words vanishing, and he guides your hand to your mouth. You nibble the strawberry, taking the smallest bite, and he beams at you, the most genuine, blinding smile, like he is so proud, so happy. You give him a close-lipped smile, and he picks up a strawberry himself. He looks at you, then takes a small bite. Eating with you.

"You know, the more you eat, the more I get to eat," he winks at you, bringing out a faint color in your cheeks. You understood what he meant, and he smirks back at you before picking up another drizzled fruit.

In half an hour, you've eaten three strawberries, Nanami's eyes wet with tears, like a proud father. You laugh out loud at that, and he nuzzles his face into your neck. You realize he's keeping you busy and distracted so you can't burn the food off, or throw it up, take in some medicines. You instinctively shoot a hand to your stomach, biting your lip in worry, but he shakes his head. "Do you think you could love me if I wasn't slim and thin?"

Nanami looks at the glasses in his hands, as if mulling over his answer. "I loved you then, and I love you now, but if this keeps on, will there be you left to love?"

You sigh, and Nanami places a kiss on your forehead. "You look so cute when you're eating. Come back to me, y/n. Please. I miss you."

You nod. "I - I'll try. I'll try for you, my love. Just, stay with me."

"I will stay with you every step of the journey, every second, and if you ever feel scared, just know there is a man who is happy you're alive. I don't care how you look. I married you for your heart, for who you are. Just some fat or muscle couldn't make me change my mind." He scoffs. "I have an idea. How about we do movie night tonight?" He glances at you, asking for affirmation, and after months and months of avoiding him, you finally decide it's time. Time to love yourself, love him, and spend a life full of joy, not constant anxiety and body-checking.

And now, tucked in beside Nanami on the couch, watching a newly-released movie, you can see the path to recovery glimmering. And he is there, every step with you.

[hyuckswoman]

“thank you for coming over i’m like freaking out i can’t seem to figure it out” you said handing jisung a cup of water while he settles down on your couch looking over your project

“i figured out what’s wrong by the way” he says not even two minutes into looking ag your project “really? thank fuck you’re here mate i’m like dangerously close to a mental breakdown” “when’s the last time you took a break?” “i don’t know man this is irrelevant” “i do think you should tale a break y/n, i saw on your project you confused the magnetic field orientation with the observational signal’s polarization direction, and i know that no y/n in her right mind would ever do that. you’re too smart for this” jisung says as you sigh sitting next to him. he was right. you kind of hoped he wasn’t because this rookie mistake was definitely your last straw. before you knew it you started crying

“i just- i don’t know this project has been stressing me out, and mark- i mean all my friends i’m doing so bad i feel like a shitty friend i just- i don’t know what to do… and now i’m crying in front of you this is so embarrassing holy shit” you say in between sobs. if there’s one thing about you, you HATE crying in front of people and you hate how sympathetic their eyes are when they’re looking at you

“y/n calm down this is not embarrassing, do you know how many times i’ve cried about this fuck ass subject? this whole semester is constantly bringing me closer to the edge i promise” jisung comforts you rubbing small circles on your back “what happened with mark are you okay? no pressure if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine” he asks “it’s just, he called me earlier and i said i was going to see you and probably eat with you and he gave me shit about telling them we couldn’t see each other this week but then hanging out with you and- i told him it was the project but… god why am i such a shitty friend” you ramble dangerously close to breaking into sobs once more

“it sounds to me like you didn’t do anything, i don’t know why he was acting like that but he was just feeling hurt you have nothing to apologize for this will sort itself out don’t worry. and if anything this just proves how much he values and cares about you so really don’t stress about it okay? let’s just order food, eat, relax and then we’ll work on your project together how does that sound?” he asks still rubbing small circles on your back “it’s fine thank you… what about your project tho?” you ask calming down embarrassment creeping in from letting jisung see you in such a state “i already told you i’d half ass it, it’s done already so now i can completely focus on yours. now, what sounds good? chinese? indian? whatever’s fine with me”

you were really grateful he didn’t mention your outburst. you were really grateful he was the one you called. thank god you guys became friends…right?

29. stupid

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[mvctavish]

𝐑𝐄𝐃-𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

pairing: john price x medic!reader

notes: ok i know i said i won't be able to post until later in the week but this came to me in a dream and i must share my suffering. i will get to most of the requests this week!! there's a lot more than i originally thought i'd get so it may be a little while

summary: you were one of the best medics in the game. you never lost a soldier you worked on, so what happens when you can't handle the first death on your hands? price tries his best to be there in the moment to guide you — you're a valued member of his team, and he'd be damned if he let the grief suffocate you.

cw: f!medic!reader, blood n gore (general war stuff idk), minor character death (not price or reader), grief, probably medical inaccuracies, hints of pining (from price), some other heavy themes, NOT proofread cause i don't have time i'm sorry! wc: 1.2k

JOHN PRICE had known you for years. You were a capable soldier, and an even better combat medic. Your record was clean. Recruiting you into Task Force 141 had been a very easy and quick decision when it was first formed, and you'd been part of the team ever since. It definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that the Captain fancied you.

Many new sides of you were revealed to Price now that he was your commanding officer — all of them valuable in their own right. You weren't one to let yourself be pushed around. You had a backbone, and a strong attitude. You weren't afraid to speak your mind — especially when it came to the health and safety of your boys. It was admirable, really. You were practically a mama bear, protective yet soft when needed, truly caring for your teammates and any other soldiers. You always completed objectives to a T, going above and beyond.

But the sight of you now was staggering.

Erratic, panicked, and - for lack of better words - unhinged were the best way to describe you. Your shaking, blood-soaked fingers pressed down hard against slick skin, your breaths panting like a rabid animal. Your gloves had been discarded, and various random supplies has split from your bag when you'd unzipped it to grab the necessities.

It was supposed to be a simple cleaning house mission. Nothing out of the ordinary, but a private had gotten caught in a nasty crossfire — and the result was a bullet skimming the carotid artery in his neck. Even in a proper hospital, a wound like that has a high mortality rate. It's useless, you know, but you've never lost a soldier before. He is not going to be the first.You'd dragged his limp body by the vest and down a hall into cover, immediately dropping to your knees to get to work.

There was blood, so much blood. The copper stench burned your nostrils, causing your hands to grow slippery as you desperately tried to put enough pressure onto the bullet wound to slow the bleeding. Red continued to pour forth, slipping through the cracks in your fingers. “Fuck!” You cursed, chest heaving with your labored breathing. “Come on, goddamn it!” Your voice cracked, one bloody hand gently cupping the soldier's jaw. Your fingers left splotchy marks on his pallid skin, red staining practically everything. “Stay with me, yeah? ‘M gonna fix this. ‘M gonna fix this. It's okay.” Your voice was shaking, and you hadn't even realized the tears that stained the apples of your heated cheeks until the salty tang hit your tongue.

It felt like an eternity, pressing gauze down against the wound, squeezing, doing anything you could think of in your adrenaline high. Fingers trembled, fumbling with the now pink-tinted gauze, the fabric barely stable in your grasp. The raspy, pained breathing of the private had long since halted, but the blood rushing in your ears rendered you deaf to the outside world. A panicked cry escaped you as you shifted on your knees, both hands still pressing against the wound. Tears flow down your cheeks and you choke- a strong hand grips one of your wrists, trying to pry it away. You're insistent, struggling against him as he crouched beside you.

“Let ‘em go, love.” The gravelly voice is familiar, though riddled with seriousness and firmness. He knew this was going to take a while, which was why he'd let Simon take charge, but nothing could've prepared him for the state you're in now. “He's gone.”

“No, no, no!” You sobbed uncontrollably, and it frightens Price. This was unlike the woman he knew - the one he'd fallen for - once level-headed and strong. You're crumbling. It's then that Price firmly grips both of your wrists, using the leverage to yank your entire being away from the body. The air is knocked out of you as you're jerked backwards against the solid plate of Price's armor, falling against his strong form and staying limp.

Price's heart lurches at the sight of you, hands and sleeves stained with blood — not to mention the fingerprints painted across your forehead and jaw, no doubt from you trying to brush your hair out of your face. “You're okay,” Price's voice is still firm, trying to ground you as one of his arms wrap around your back, the other cradling your head. Your body is practically draped across his legs, form shaking with the intensity of your emotions.

"He was just a kid!” You cried out, voice hoarse.

“I know,” Price replied, hand slipping from the back of your helmet to rest on the nape of your neck, fingers gently massaging the skin there in hopes of offering a semblance of comfort. “I'm sorry. You did your best, that's all that matters.”

You sob again, and he tightens his hold around you. The hand on the back of your neck stills and he gently pulls you back to sit you up. Price's gloved hands are quick to cradle your face, forcing your eyes to remain on him and not the lifeless corpse just a meter behind you. His thumbs swipe across your cheeks, collecting crystalline tears and thick blood. “Breathe with me.” His chest rises with a deep inhale through the nose. He holds. Then, releases through his mouth. Price repeated the boxing breaths as long as it took, his fingers gently digging little indents into your cheeks, hoping that the gentle pressure will help pull you back to reality and ground you.

“C'mon, you can do it, love. Yeah, there you go.” A faint smile crosses Price's features when you finally manage to match his breaths, skin crinkling around his eyes. “Good girl.”

The flight back to base is silent between you and Price. The whirling blades of the helo were barely audible with your headset on, muffling the noises around you. It's time like this, when things are quiet and still, that your thoughts get the best of you again. You were not good enough. You are not good enough. If you'd been quicker, thought smarter, and didn't let your panic get the best of you, then maybe-

You're nudged gently, ripped from your doubts, and you look to your left to see Price gazing down at you. There's visible worry in his azure eyes. Words don't need to be passed for the captain to know you're at a breaking point. One of your knees is bouncing, and the grip you have on your seat belt is strong and firm, tension lingering in your body. Price clenched his jaw, catching onto the look you yourself wore. He reached for your hand with his left, glove rubbing against glove as you took hold, his steady grip encasing your own. You look to the flooring of the helicopter, brows furrowing as a tightness in your chest explodes. Your head moved quickly, burying your face against your captain's shoulder. Price freezes, caught off-guard, though he recovers in mere seconds. His free hand wrapped around his front, palm coming to rest over the side of your face to shield you from the prying eyes of the others in the helo.

He knows this ordeal is weighing on you, and the mental burdens you carried outweighed any injuries you could've sustained. Healing will take time, but you won't be alone.

[scribbledghost]

Inhuman!II Headcanons

Note: Up next is our favorite Boba Eyes, II! I'm having a lot of fun with this series, hopefully you all are too!

General:

Primary inhuman ability is movement. He has the ability to move incredibly quickly when he wants to, which helps immensely during more intense songs.

Also has standard features aside from sharp canine teeth. They're long too - you can often see them poking out from between his lips.

The second oldest vessel behind Vessel himself, II is very well-versed with how Sleep (and by extension, the manor itself) tends to operate. He can commune with it just as well as Vessel can.

Very rarely speaks out loud; he much prefers to speak telepathically to anyone he needs to talk to. The rare exceptions are mostly when he's yelling at III to get down off of some surface he's definitely not supposed to be on.

Gets very into the musical rituals. All of them do, but being in charge of the beat and most of the rhythm, II takes things to another level. It's another time when he'll use his voice, even if just to scream after a really good drum solo.

Don't let him fool you, he's not above causing shenanigans. Also likes to climb up to places he's not supposed to be on, mostly to scare the hell out of Vessel as he passes by.

Can almost always be seen tapping a rhythm somewhere. Whether that be against his leg, on the table, or any other surface his hand is resting on, he's almost always drumming.

Reads a lot! About almost anything he can get his hands on. He just enjoys learning about things, whether that be music theory or physics.

Fluff:

He's quiet in his affections, but no less genuine. He's like a steady presence, much like the drums he plays. If you need a rock to lean on, he's your man.

The one most likely to ask you things akin to "have you eaten? drank enough water? wearing your jacket?" etc. He just wants to make sure you're taken care of.

Definitely likes to have you play his kit every once in a while. Whether you already know how or not, he likes sitting behind you and guiding your hands. You're the only one he does this for - his drums are off-limits to the other vessels and they know it. If any of them bring it up, II just shrugs it off and tells them you're the favorite.

Remember what I said above about II drumming all the time? He does it on you too. Against your arm, your stomach, etc., he's almost always tapping some sort of rhythm away on you when he's with you.

Likes recommending books to you!! He'll find one he particularly likes in the library and as soon as he's done he's heading over to you to make sure you read it later.

Really, really enjoys laying his head on your lap and having you pet his hair. It's the one sure-fire way to get him purring, as he starts doing it without really realizing it.

Sometimes, when neither of you can sleep, II will take you on a walk around the manor gardens. He'll tell you all about the strange plants that grow there, and how they came to be.

I think II also values quality time with you. The two of you don't have to necessarily be doing anything, he just likes to be around you. (He's like a cat in that way).

Smut (under the cut):

If you ever, ever ask him to go faster, you'd better be well aware of what you're asking for. II takes "fast" to a whole other level, both in his hands and his hips, depending on the situation.

Big on having you look him in the eye. Often will grab your jaw just to make sure you're looking at him while he takes you, like he's trying to memorize every facial expression you make (he is).

The quietest of the bunch, II doesn't tend to talk much during sex. The most he'll really do most of the time is various grunts and groans, but the way he grips you and sighs into your ear really tells you everything you need to know.

His favorite position is probably taking you from behind, though he does wish he could see your face. Best compromise is mirror sex, and it's something the two of you do quite often. It lets him have the perfect view.

Fairly middle-of-the-road as far as teasing goes; he likes drawing things out enough to make you beg, but he won't be too mean about it. Usually one "please" is enough for him to give you what you want.

A switch inside and out. Sometimes he just wants to take control, manhandle you a bit, and go fast and hard. Other times he wants you to take care of him and treat him right. He's not above asking for exactly what he wants, either.

Prone to sticking his fingers in your mouth, regardless of position. He can't explain why it turns him on so much, it simply does. If you happen to stare at him with a blissed-out expression while he's got a couple fingers on your tongue, he's a goner.

Likes to come on you, then take some of it on his finger and feed it to you. The sight alone is almost enough to make him ready for another round right away.

[twistyfish]

Rest

Zayne x MC

The door slammed behind you and you tried to kick your boots off before realizing you couldn’t, because they were zipped and buckled on. With a huff, you bent down and yanked on the short ribbons of belt around your ankles, ripping the metal apart and unceremoniously unzipping your boots before throwing them in the corner.

After scrubbing your hands, you practically threw yourself onto the couch next to Zayne.

“I’m going to kill myself.”

Zayne gave you that disapproving doctoral look. “I told you to stop saying that.”

“I’m going to kill somebody.”

He sighed, reaching out to rub your shoulder. “What happened?”

“All of this week’s reports got deleted and now I look incompetent. Tara and Xavier are trying to help me rewrite them, but it’s hard to do it from scratch. Bethany told me she would report me to Captain Jenna, as if it’s my fault the reports disappeared.”

He grimaced. “All of them?”

“All of them.”

The hand that was massaging your shoulder wrapped around to your other shoulder and pulled you in to rest on his. “I’m sorry. That sounds frustrating,” came his soft voice.

“Has something like this ever happened to you?”

He thought for a minute. “Yes. I once had all of a patient’s files get misplaced. Thankfully, I was able to print new ones, but my notes were all gone. Since then, I take notes electronically. Is there something similar you could do to ensure this doesn’t happen again in the future?”

“I wasn’t careless. There’s nothing I could have done differently,” you said a tad defensively.

“I understand. But perhaps you could make copies of such documents next time?”

You sat up and looked at him incredulously. “Why are you making this out to be my fault? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I did no such thing. All I did was suggest you take preventative measures later. I would advise you to take a chill pill.”

You exhaled and rubbed your forehead. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired.” Your eyes were stinging; you didn’t know if it was with sleep or with tears.

“I’m just really sick of feeling like a scapegoat when things go wrong, you know?” You said with a scratchy voice. “I swear I’m doing the best I can and it’s never enough.”

“I know, darling. You always put everything into the things you care about. I would be the last to doubt your passion for your work.”

Zayne gently pulled you into his embrace, cupping your head in his large hand and guiding it to rest against his collarbone. His fingers tangled in your hair and massaged your scalp soothingly.

“You are enough. You are more than enough. Your teammates value your tenacity and hard work, and I value your every decision. You are worth more than your work.”

You curled into his embrace, and he picked up a blanket from the pouf in front of you and draped it over you.

“Just rest.”

And you did.

[gokyrts]

Can we pleaseee have more patron!carlos?? I want him to grow to love and care for her deeply. He’d do anything for her and kills anyone who disrespects her.

a/n: hey there!! I loved writing this! It’s understandably a bit more into the future of their relationship from the last two fics on patrón Carlos so just note that when you read <3 hope you enjoy!!

18+ | warning: cigarette burning (not on reader), semi-public s-x, road head — oral (m receiving), dirty talk

wc: 1.5k

THIS IS PART THREE IN THE SERIES. PLEASE READ THE INTRODUCTORY FIC HERE AND THE SECOND BLURB HERE TO UNDERSTAND AND ENJOY FULLY .

What began as a crackle of a cheap lighter threatening a premium quality parchment was soon a smoldering pile of ash, a clump that had the remnants of paper and a dying spark that refused to go out under it.

You put the cigarette out on a crystal ashtray, exhaling what was left of it in your lungs. Had you been anywhere else, you would have complained but in his presence, it felt almost natural. Carlos was seated beside you in a booth at a bar he owned. Maybe that was why when you put another cigarette to your lips, three lighters appeared in your field of vision, ready to light it for you.

Ever since your little escapade at the hotel, word of your sharp tongue reached the ears of Carlos’ lieutenants and earned you respect among them. You haven’t felt out of place as much either — the three lighters belonged to Carlos’ most trusted and you were seated among them.

While opinions of you changed for most men, some still saw you as a dirty stray el patrón picked up and kept for some reason. Such was the case of the man you saw outside the window, hopping off his motorcycle. In a cocky fashion, he walked in, waving at the barkeep before making his way over to your booth.

“Buenas, patrón,” his first greeting belonged to the highest among you accompanied by a nod in Carlos’ direction.

“Teto.” Carlos nodded back.

“Muchachos,” the lieutenants were next in line for a friendly greeting.

Then his eyes landed on you. His gaze swept over your body, lingering on places he deemed determined your worth. The nod he gave you was slow as if he hesitated about addressing you at all. “Señorita,” he looked away as he said it, suggesting the weight it held for him.

“Roberto.” You returned the nod in equal enthusiasm, which was none, allowing for the conversation to shift into a debrief Teto was leading.

The man sat himself across from you and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction as a part of his ongoing disapproval of your presence. He flicked the ash off as he spoke, the dark particles landing on your folded hands atop the table.

“La DEA has been sniffing around the eastern lab, Don Carlos. They’re getting bolder,” you listened as the sicarios discussed a possible counterattack, eyes flickering between the participants.

“Princesa?”

You perked up at Carlos’ voice and his following nod to the group. He was asking for your opinion. You barely kept yourself from smirking but your body language gave away your growing smugness when you leaned back and took a long drag from your cigarette before even speaking. Carlos has been rubbing off on you in such manners much to Teto’s annoyance.

“I say — distraction. Give them something. These guys are new, they make mistakes and will be hungry even for the smallest movement from us.”

Carlos’ expression shifted slightly, his eyebrow twitching, suggesting your input had its desired effect. The senior members nodded too, seemingly valuing your answer but then there was a scoff. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was from but you did anyway.

Teto looked between his boss and fellows, his surprise growing seeing that they were considering your opinion.

He leaned forward, sighing. “These aren’t some cops you can bribe, little lady. This is the DEA,” his tone was condescending as he talked like you were a child who happened to stumble upon a strategic meeting. But you grew thicker skin over time spent with the cartel.

“Oh, of course, because we already bought all the cops there are to be bought.”

Teto squinted at you. “We?”

He knew he hit a nerve when you paused, and a smirk appeared on his face. His eyes dropped to the low-cut dress you had on. “I’m sure you could buy a cop looking like that.”

Silence settled over the room, even the barkeep seemed to stop polishing glasses.

The other sicarios looked at one another, at Carlos, at Teto, one of them hissed a warning to the latter to which he only leaned back and scoffed again.

“What?! You think she could be of any other help?”

Carlos was silent the whole time but his glare spoke volumes, the kind of glare he gave you when you did something bad but he was glaring at your offender now. He sat up, the light above the booth illuminating his face, adding to the intensity in his eyes.

“Teto,” he started, his voice low, laced with warning. “I will give you one chance to apologize. Now.”

“Don Carlos, I—“

“Now.” Carlos insisted.

“But she—”

Teto’s words died in his throat when Carlos snatched the cigarette he was smoking from him and gripped his wrist before slamming it on the table. Teto’s eyes widened when Carlos put the tip of the burning cigarette against the back of his hand, the sensation making him gasp and hiss. But the pain wasn’t the worst, at least from what you observed, it was the confusion in Teto’s eyes, the disbelief that his boss took such measures to protect you.

“Ah, puta madre!” Teto hissed again, squeezing his eyes shut, the scorching sensation overwhelming. “I’m sorry!”

Carlos released his hold on Teto, throwing the now-put-out cigarette into the ashtray. Teto’s hand trembled as he stretched his fingers, the burn mark on his hand an angry red color.

What should have been a sight to horrify you, especially after being witness to how cartels treat people, made heat pool in the pit of your stomach instead. Carlos protected your honor, and the three-degree burn, soon to be scar, on Teto’s hand would be a message to everyone with similar thoughts on insulting you.

Carlos leaned in across the table in Teto’s face. “Next time you bring me problems, try not to create more for yourself.”

He then turned to his other lieutenants. “Do as she said, distract them for the time being.”

All at the table stared as Carlos got up and fixed his clothes before calling you to him. He helped you put on a jacket, further cementing the status of princess you held and the treatment you received.

He reached for your hand next, tugging you along with him from the bar and into the sun-lit city. You could only stare, the way he acted making your heart hammer as you walked across the street to Carlos’ parked car.

“Thank you…” you said, unable to keep your eyes off of him.

Carlos chuckled, giving your hand a light squeeze.

“I didn’t do it for your gratitude, princesa,” he said as he got into the driver’s seat. “but if you want to thank me, you know what to do.”

His gaze burned through you and the heat in your belly intensified. You licked your lips, fixing your seatbelt so you’d be able to stretch your upper half over to him.

“That’s it, show me how grateful you are…” his hand found its way to your hair, thick fingers running through the soft strands as you freed his cock from the confines of his boxers.

Carlos put the car in gear, pulled out of the driveway, and made his way back to the safehouse, all the while sporting a smirk as your hot wet mouth worked him.

He stopped at a red light, his hand pulling on your hair. “Such a good girl, servicing me where everyone can see,” he murmured as he looked out of the window to a car next to you, his smirk widening into a sick grin when the passengers realized what was going on. He put the car back into first gear, letting you please him at your own pace for now.

The greenlight made Carlos slam on the gas pedal, forcing you further onto his cock. You choked as the tip hit the back of your throat, making Carlos groan and his hand move from the shift stick to the back of your head.

“Like that, princesa, like that…” he breathed out, feeling himself nearing the edge.

The speed with which he was going had you pumped full of adrenaline, so the potential danger went right over your head as you licked and sucked on his cock.

As the car went over a bump, the tip of Carlos’ cock hit the back of your throat again and this time he didn’t let you go.

“Hold it, hold it,” he instructed, keeping you pressed against him, relishing in your throat tightening around him. “I don’t want you to waste a drop.”

Your moan was muffled but the vibrations from it were what pushed Carlos over the edge. The salty stickiness splattered over your tongue and down your throat. Obediently, you swallowed everything and when he was sure you got it all, his grip on your head relaxed.

Coughing, you raised your head back up, cheeks red, lips swollen. Carlos kept his eyes on the road but the pleasure on his face was unmistakable. You fitted yourself back into the passenger’s seat and his hand came to rest on your thigh. His thumb swept over the soft flesh, drawing your attention to it.

“You’re welcome,”

His words took you a second but when his eyes met yours at the entrance to the compound, you knew. You acted out your thank you. His voice softened.

“Mi princesa.”

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