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Yandere m!ninja x fem/gn!darling?

omg anon this one got the gears turning, thank you <3 (this also made me want to do a spy!yandere soooo badly omg)

tw read at your own discretion

yan!ninja who’s original mission was to infiltrate your father’s kingdom to obtain important information on military strategies and political happenings 

yan!ninja who for the first time in his life finds himself distracted from the orders his samurai when you interrupt a meeting between your father and his advisor 

yan!ninja who should really be focused on the fact that your father is currently planning on waging a war, but can only focus on your graceful demeanor and the innocent glint in your eye 

yan!ninja who begins to report less and less information, claiming the king is paranoid and information is becoming more difficult to obtain (that’s a lie, he’s really just buying himself more time with you) 

yan!ninja who unlike other yanderes doesn’t leave a single hint of his presence behind, he gets off on knowing you have absolutely no idea that he knows every single intimate part of you, and you know absolutely nothing about him. 

yan!ninja who scales the walls outside your bedroom, stealthily entering through your balcony to stand in a dark corner and watch you peacefully sleep. 

yan!ninja who loves to follow you through the darker corridors, everytime your skittish frame would turn to ensure there was no one behind you his heart would race and he would pretend that for a just a second, you had made eye contact with him from the shadows

yan!ninja who eventually realizes he needs something to report, and leaves you to listen in to a meeting he heard was happening between the king and a neighboring royal

yan!ninja who becomes increasingly enraged when he learns that your father is planning on marrying you off to some prince in order to strengthen political ties 

yan!ninja who comes to your room that night and stands over your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest, still seething about the newfound information

yan!ninja who realizes what he must do, and gently runs a finger on the apple of your cheek 

"don’t worry princess, i won’t let them take you away from me.” 

#yandere #x reader #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x darling #ninja!yandere #ninja!yander x reader #gn reader #ninja #ninja x reader

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yandere!librarian x bookworm!reader (gn)

tw, read at your own discretion

yan!librarian who initially doesn’t think much of you, timidly standing at his fellow librarian’s desk signing up for your very own library card. i mean you were definitely attractive, but he assumed he would never see you again, as most people turn to audiobooks or online copies. 

yan!librarian who slowly starts seeing you more and more, and finds his interest growing with each small interaction 

yan!librarian who notices you rarely remember to log out of the computers when you’re done, something that usually annoyed him when others did it, but this time he jumps at the chance to find out more about you

yan!librarian who finds that you actually don’t log out of anything, your school email still open on a tab. he finds it cute that you have so much trust in the world, how you were so dumb and naive to believe no one at the library would snoop through your things before the computer logged you out 

yan!librarian who vaguely worries for your safety, what if the wrong person found your information? but of course, you don’t have to worry about him, he just wants you to himself, no harm in that right? 

yan!librarian who reads through your assignments and falls more and more deeply in love with your intelligence, he even found an essay on the importance of public libraries in communities! “oh love, you don’t realize how perfect we are for each other”

yan!librarian who slowly starts giving you book recommendations with obsessive love interests (his way of throwing you hints). one day you come back to return a book and rave about how it was one of your favorites now and thanking him for the recommendation (in his delusion he takes that as you returning his love). 

yan!librarian who easily finds your address in the library records, and starts shipping you books anonymously. someone as beautiful as you should have your own library that you don’t ever have to leave! in fact, he may or may not already be building you you’re very own prison library in his basement <3

yan!librarian who waits for the perfect time to confess. good luck saying no, he has plan A-Z already planned for however you react! 

want more? ask and you shall receive!

#yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #soft yandere #x reader #tw yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere x darling #yandere x you #gender neutral reader

[bbystark]

Elllooo!!! Do u happen to have some kind of uhm masterlist? 🤔 I love LOVE your stories btw <3

i don't yet! i did just do a huge clean of my blog, there's only a few posts and they're all fics! i haven't written anything in so long so stay tuned!!! much to come

#askbbystark

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Take My Hand

Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

Request: @that1girl can you write about the reader being tom hollands girlfriend and co-star and them having anxiety while doing an interview together?

Warnings: none? maybe some swearing, maybe some suggestive content at the end. also anxiety

Word Count: 952

A/N: THIS GIF OF TOM IS SO HOT KILL ME

You’ve been doing this for years. You take a deep breath, still trying to convince yourself that there was no need to be nervous over a simple interview. You knew Tom wasn’t faring any better, and that alone made your anxiety worse, but your resolve stronger.

You loved acting, but the social side? The interviews? The talk shows? It was overwhelming at times. It was one of the things that drove you and Tom together, always being grouped together for interviews since you had similar reservations about them.

Being in a movie together really drove up the amount of the social gatherings you were expected to be at in order to promote the new movie. At first you were ecstatic to go to brand new places and gush about the movie because one, you made it alongside your favorite person, and two, you were so proud of it. However, after traveling for weeks now, you were starting to crash.

Tom was definitely just as tired as you were, and you knew he needed a break just as much as you did. You were determined to help him just as much as he usually helps you in interviews.

You take another deep breath, people starting to flood your dressing room for final touches. An older woman doing your makeup notices your distracted stare and gives you a firm grip on your shoulders.

“You’re going on in 10! You’ll do amazing. You always do great on camera, don’t stress!”

She continues to powder your face while someone else does your hair, and while you appreciate her bubbliness, the nerves you’re feeling only intensify as the interview comes closer.

“Thank you.”

You give her a smile and watch as everyone shuffles out of the room. You stand, straightening your back and taking another deep breath. You turn to the door, jumping when you see Tom already standing there.

“Hey love, thought I’d stop by. Walk together to the set?”

You gush a little inside, in awe that the man before you was suffering through his own anxiety, and still trying to make sure yours was okay at the same time.

“Yeah. It’s just the Jimmy Fallon show right? Easy.”

“Pfft, yeah right. Easy!”

He holds your hands and leads you out of the dressing room, squeezing your shoulders slightly. In that moment, you felt like everything was perfect. You had a glamorous career, with an amazing boyfriend, why did anxiety have to get in the way?

You told yourself “not now”, took a deep breath, and gripped Tom a little harder. You get to the curtain, waiting for someone to make the okay for you both to make your way to the chairs next to Jimmy Fallon.

He gives you a quick peck, smiling down at you.

“You’ll do great,” he says.

“We’ll do great.”

You smile and inhale when you see a producer waving you guys on. You separate yourself a tad from Tom, opting to hold his hand as you walk onto the stage. The audience goes wild, as expected, as this is one of the first interviews you’ve done since making the relationship official to the media.

You feel Tom squeeze your hand, a silent reminder to smile and wave to the crowd.

You look up at him, then to the audience, waving for a few seconds until Tom leads you to the chair closest to the interview desk. He lets you sit down, you fix your dress, and he sits to your left.

You resist the urge to start bouncing your leg as the audience dies down and Jimmy starts making introductions.

“So today we have the lovely y/n y/l/n and Tom Holland. Or Tom y/l/n? Or y/n Holland? Which has a better ring to it?” He laughs a little, looking to the audience for an answer. Several answers are yelled from the audience.

Tom laughs. “Look, we aren’t there yet. Right now we’re still trying to name the puppy we got together!”

You laugh, playfully slapping Tom.

Jimmy laughs, turning back towards us. “So a puppy already! Moving fast I see.”

You see Tom starting to fidget a little, knowing that an interview digging so deep into your relationship and seemingly being the only topic of conversation lately, is making him nervous.

You decide to take the reins on this question, effortlessly responding with a simple “I’ve always wanted a dog, but Tom was really the one who ended up convincing me. Now that we live together we kind of just… merged our home lives together. It’s been great honestly. I couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.” You playfully nudge Tom a little and he smiles at you.

You knew you rambled a bit when you had anxiety, but apparently it was enough to make both the audience, and Jimmy Fallon, satisfied. He continued to ask about the movie you two had just filmed, how it was being together while filming, and if there was chemistry since it was a romance film. All standard questions that seemed easier to answer. You and Tom slowly felt more comfortable, and by the time the show was up, you couldn’t wait to get home.

After pleasantries with managers and directors, you and Tom made your way to a car waiting for you outside the studio.

“Home?” Tom smiles at you.

You smile and nod.

“Take my hand.”

You grab his hand, skipping your way down the stairs with him in tow. You get into the car, Tom opening the door for you first, of course, and pull him in behind you.

Anxiety or not, you were so glad you had Tom to help you through it.

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Gymnast 

Mob!Tom Holland x reader 

Request: Heyy could you do a mob Tom Holland x gymnast reader were Tom his family and Harrison go to see her gymnastics meet and there all impressed and they meet toms girlfriend the reader after words for the first time?!?! Thank you so much!!

Warnings: none I’m aware of :) 

A/N: I impressed myself and wrote this in like 30 minutes. Requests are flowing out of me !!^@$(* I left out the part where she actually meets the family because I had no idea how to write it without making it seem akward in this particular fic. hope u like it anon :) 

Word Count: 1,025

Tom couldn’t look away from you. 

Here he was in some other state for his favorite girl’s gymnastic meet where someone could recognize him and take the opportunity to take him out, and fuck he should really be keeping an eye out… 

But he can’t. 

He’s focused solely on you, murder attempts be damned. He had always been impressed at the small little manuevares you would do around his mansion- a handstand here, a balancing act there, maybe even a backhand spring when you were feeling restless, - but never had he really seen the calibar at which you compete. 

He shouldn't be surprised, really, the amount of sponsors you have for simply being an amazing athlete, and how you can support yourself solely off gymnastics. He should have expected that you were great. 

Olympic material, really. 

And judging by the looks on the judges faces and several other scout-looking men and women, you would most certainly be making it to the olympics if you so choose. 

He glances to his left, several of his brothers, Harrison, and his mother are just as impressed as he is. He does a quick sweep to make sure that he and his family are safe, making sure that his guards are not as entranced as he is and are actually doing their jobs. Satisfied, he turns back to watch you. 

You’ve moved on to your last part of the meet, (at least he thinks so, you had told him the night before but he was, distracted, by other things), the beam. You always had told him that the high beam always made you the most nervous, and that most of the time you felt as though you relied on pure luck once both feet were planted on the beam. 

Watching you know, he knows luck has nothing to do with it. You don’t wobble as you take your stance, doing several flips that Tom doesn’t even know the names of, just that he’s absolutely entranced at the amount of control and grace you possess. 

He watches your dismount, doing some twist that doesn’t seem like it should be possible and… 

You stick the landing almost perfectly. 

Tom has paid enough attention to know that landing the dismount was a crucial part of any routine, and he couldn’t be more proud of you. The crowd begins clapping, and as you smile towards each direction, you catch his eye and somehow your smile widens. 

He mouths a “Good job baby!” and hopes you catch it. 

After scores were released, (again, Tom really shouldn’t be surprised that you got first place in almost every single section), and your pictures have been taken along with several runner-ups, he quickly makes sure his brothers and his mom have been safely guided to one of the cars outside and on their way to the hotel. Harrison and him will shortly follow, after congratulations are made and his girl is back by his side. 

Harrison, who just got done talking to a bodyguard, strolls over to Tom and throws his arm around his shoulder. Any other day and he would be annoyed with his best friend/right-hand man, but he lets it slide because he suddenly sees you motioning him towards the back where they can be together without the worry of people seeing them. 

“Mate, how in the hell did you bag a gal as talented as that? Does she have a sister?” 

Tom elbows him. “Oh, shove off. Let’s go and see her and get back to the hotel.” 

-

“Tom!” you jump into his arms, your arms going around his neck as he kisses your face repeatedly. 

“Love, that was amazing,” he slowly puts you down, moving some stray hairs out of your face. “I think a private gym at my place is in order.” 

You laugh, but you’re not entirely sure if he’s joking. He was so in love with you that if you asked him to buy you a building and fill it with gold furniture he would probably oblige. 

Harrison suddenly clears his throat before you guys can get too romantic, and Tom turns you both to face him. 

“Harrison, this is y/n. Y/n, Harrison.” 

“It’s good to finally meet you!” 

Harrison gently shakes your hand, returning your greeting. 

“Really great stuff out there. Hey- do you happen to have a sist-” Tom smacks the back of his head before he can finish. 

“Jesus Tommy, guy can’t ask the lovely lady a question?” he rubs the back of his head, playfully throwing a jab at Tom. 

You giggle, grabbing Tom’s hand. “Where’s the rest of your family?” 

“I sent them back to the hotel love. Wouldn’t want to attract more attention.” He pulls you in for a hug. “Speaking of which, are your ready to head back to go meet them? If you’re tired we can always do it some other time, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you-” 

You cut him off with a kiss. “I’m fine Tommy. I just need to grab my things and talk to a lady outside who said she wants to sponsor me. I think she’s from Nike, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.” 

“Jesus Christ, you were right Tommy. She’s going to the Olympics. Ay, don’t forget me when you’re handing out tickets,” he points at you and then throws some keys up in the air. “I’ll go start the car, see you lovebirds in a bit.” 

Harrison makes his way out of the locker room, humming the anthem played at the Olympics. 

“You told him I’m going to the Olympics?” 

“I may have been bragging.” He pulls you in for another kiss and laughs. 

“I’ll see you outside. Take your time with Ms. Nike, she may want to just give you the company after seeing your talent.” 

You slap his shoulder and he pinches one of your thighs. “I’ll be back soon! Tell your family I can’t wait to see them!” 

You make your way out of the locker room, Tom staring at you all the while. 

He really didn’t exactly know how he got so lucky with you.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #mob!tom holland #mafia!tom holland #x reader #imagines #fluff #tom holland fuff #fanfiction #celebrity fanfiction #celebrity #gymnast!reader #gymnast #gymnastics #mob!au #mob!au x reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader

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Sharp Shooter 

Tom Holland x Southern!Reader 

Request:  “Heyy, I was wondering if you could do a image were Tom Holland and his family (and ofc Harrison) go to meet your family that all live in Oklahoma so soulthern reader and they shoot guns and Tom is very impressed with readers shooting abilities? Thanks (sorry this is kinda long :)”

Warnings: Use of guns, cussing? idk i don’t remember 

A/N: LOL I’m not southern nor have I ever been to Oklahoma, so apologies for anything that is not accurate anon 

Word Count: 874

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“C’mon Tommy! It’ll be fun!” You grab his hand and pull him up off the bed from your (too) lavish hotel room. 

“Love it’s only 4:00, we’ve not to go visit your parents until 6:00!” He laughs despite himself. He was lying down on the hotel bed, probably exhausted from the long flight from his hometown to yours. Not to mention having to deal with his relatively large family consisting of Nicki, Dominic, Paddy, Sam, and Harry. 

They were currently getting settled into their rooms, most likely equally exhausted. You and Tom had been together for over a year, and you were beyond excited to have your boyfriend’s family and your family finally meet. You only hoped that they got along well. 

“Awww, is someone scared to meet the folks?” you put your hands on your hip, a teasing smile on your lips. 

“Pft. Me? Never. Can’t wait to meet your family darling.” 

You knew deep down he was probably nervous. Your plans for the day probably wouldn’t help.

“Well… In that case do you wanna know what we’re doing today?” 

“Oh? You already made plans for love?” 

“Yes sir. We’re going shooting!” 

His face blanched. 

-

An hour or so later, Tom and his family were sitting in your family's kitchen, introductions already sorted and small talk being engaged in. Your dad was getting along with him well enough, and your mom seemed to be completely taken with him. 

Manners go a long way with her, and Tom was a perfect gentleman.

 Tom’s brothers had taken to running off with your older sister who had offered to show them the four-wheelers and take them for a spin. Tom’s mom and yours were also getting along famously, no doubt swapping embarrassing stories about their children. You couldn’t have imagined this little gathering going any better. 

“Are you guys sure ya’ll don’t want to stay here? Plenty of room!” your dad gestured to the house and threw an arm around your shoulder. 

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want to crowd around you guys. Besides, the rooms are already payed for. Next time?” Tom’s mom smiles gently. 

“We’ll hold you to that.” Your mom stands on the other side of you, pulling you into a half hug, effectively sandwiching you in a parent trap. 

You smile, and then suddenly remember the plan you had. You duck from your parent’s hold, going to stand beside Tom. 

“Ya’ll ready to go shooting?” You look up at Tom, and depsite looking nervous, he looks excited on your behalf. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Your dad’s smile widens. 

“Well I’ll go get everything ready,” he points at Tom “Gun safety training time for you, kid. Follow me.” 

You kiss Tom on the cheek, urging him to follow your dad into the garage where the gun safe was. 

-

“Alright Tom! You’re getting better with every shot!” Your dad claps Tom on the back, who still looks a bit nervous being around a firearm. 

“Alright sweetheart, you ready to have a go?” 

You smile, nodding. Tom makes his way over to you, shaking his arms out. 

“Quite a rush isn’t it?” Tom smiles, you laugh and bump him with your hip. 

“It is.” 

You make your way over to the table your dad had set up, grabbing a pistol and a clip. You put on the safety ear muffs and double check the gun. Once it’s ready, you go into position, aiming at the paper cut out target. 

Multiple shots ring out, the recoil moving you slightly. You slowly put the gun down, clicking the safety back on. You laugh, Tom was right. The rush never gets old. 

Your dad grabs the paper target, pointing at the middle bullseye where one big hole had been formed from your shots. 

“That’s my girl! Look at that. Right in the middle of the damn thing.” 

You smile, giving your dad thanks. You pull the ear muffs off, turning to Tom. His mouth was open, still looking at the target. 

“You-” he chuckled. “Your amazing. How long have you been doing this? God love you’re a perfect shot! A little sharp shooter aren’t you?”

He pulls you into his side, kissing you on the head. “That was incredible!” 

You swoon underneath his gaze and praise.

“It’s no biggie, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid.” 

“Don’t let her play herself down, Holland. She’s better than I am and I have years on her. Amazes me everytime.” 

Tom’s little brothers suddenly come running over, your sister in the back. 

“Woah! Y/n did that?” Sam esclaims. 

“Sick.” Paddy comments. 

You laugh and thank them, blushing under the attention you’re receiving. 

Suddenly you hear your mom yelling out from the house. You all turn, seeing your mom and Tom’s standing at the back door with dishes in their hands. 

“Dinner kids! Come help set the table!” 

Tom’s brothers take off, shoving each other playfully on the way. 

“Thank you Tom.” 

“For what love?” 

“For having such an amazing family that gets along with mine.” You look up at him and smile. He chuckles. 

“Of course, my little sharpshooter. He begins to walk towards the house, pulling you along with him. “C’mon. Let’s go help the moms.” 

-

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Anxious Baker

Gordon Ramsay x reader 

Request: “Hi ! Gordon Ramsay x reader please ? This is a weird ask but like reader having an anxiety attack or something and them passing out in his arms idk idk you can ignore this if u want - 🤍”

Warnings: Talk of mental health, anxiety, panic attacks 

A/N: This is so terribly late and I apologize. I’ve finally figured out how to balance work and college so now I’m back on track for having free time to write. Also, I love the fact that someone requested Gordon Ramsey. I literally will dump anything on my blog, hopefully this is proof. (is this the first Gordon Ramsay fic on tumblr?) 

Word Count: 1695

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You hum quietly, stirring the strawberries that were slowly reducing in a pot. You dipped your finger in, bringing it to your lips. You exclaim to yourself in delight, surprised that you were pulling off the recipe you had chosen. You turned the pot off, spinning around to pour the syrupy strawberries over the now-chilled pound cake. 

You set the pot down, leaning on the counter to take a small break. You smiled to yourself and took a deep breath. Everything was going good. 

Nothing is wrong, you remind yourself as thoughts in the back of your head nag at you. 

You had struggled with anxiety for a while, and had become accustomed to random racing thoughts and heart acceleration. You were proud that you were working through it, even if you had a bad day once and a while. 

As far as you could tell, today was a decent day. Baking was a safe escape for you, and you weren’t too bad at it. At some points it could be stressful, but being able to get rid of worries and focus on what was in front of you was therapy, in your mind. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the doorbell ringing, causing a smile to spread across your face. You wipe your hands on a dish towel nearby and jog to your front door. When you make it there, you throw it open. 

Gordon. 

“Hello, Darling.” He steps in the door, hanging his jacket up on the rack and toeing his shoes off to the side. He sets the other things he was holding down and reaches towards you. 

You step into his arms, your head briefly resting on his chest. 

“Gordon! It’s been so long.” 

He releases you, gently grasping your shoulders to hold you at arm's length. 

“You look good,” he pauses, “And what’s that delightful smell? You’ve been baking again haven’t you?” He smiles down at you. 

You smile bashfully. “I have. It’s strawberry shortcake this time. Nothing earth shattering.” 

“Well I’m no pastry chef but if you made it I know it will be amazing love.” 

You blush a little, realizing he’s still holding onto you. You roll our eyes, trying not to seem flustered and reach for the bags he had previously set down. 

“What’d you bring me, old friend?” 

“Old you say?” He follows you into the kitchen. 

You set the bag down on the island, glancing up at Gordon as he nudges you aside and starts taking containers out of his bag. 

“Skillet Cod with lemon and capers. It’s from the Tahoe location I’ve recently opened.” He moves around you with confidence, finding the cupboard you keep your plates in and pulling two out. 

You grab forks, making your way to the table and setting two spots. Gordon joins you, placing plates down and plating the food from the “to go” boxes. It’s still warm, and somehow he manages to make it look like it just came out of the pass. 

“This looks great Gordon. How’s the restaurant faring?” 

He sits beside you, passing you a napkin. The whole thing seems too domestic and you almost hate how much you love the idea of life being like this every day. 

“Just fine darling, my head chef is fully capable but it doesn’t stop me from making frequent trips up here,” He looks up from his food and gives you a sly smile, “Tahoe is truly a world treasure.” 

You laugh. You have lived in California your entire life and oftentimes forget how lucky you are to have Lake Tahoe at your fingertips. 

“I certainly don’t mind all the company I’ve been getting. Speaking of, when are you going to take me to your crowning achievement, hm?” 

He laughs.

“Very soon, I promise.” 

-

Conversation continues easily between you two, simply catching up. Occasionally one of you would look a little too long at the other, but fleeting glances would scare your gazes away. At some point, wine was brought to the table and you had a few drinks in (you swear it was only a few) and your head was swimming in a very pleasant way. 

That was, until a smoke detector went off. Your heart rate accelerated almost immediately, eyes widening. Did you leave the stove on? Was it something else? Oh god, was your house about to burn down? 

A million thoughts race through your mind and suddenly your throat seems very dry and tight. 

You bolt up from your seat, rounding the corner. The stove was fine, and there were no flames anywhere else. The cake was still safe on the counter. Suddenly you realized there was smoke in the air and it was coming from the oven. 

You had left it on after you took the cake out. You opened it after clicking the cancel button, a mass of smoke billowing out.

“Y/n? Isn't everything alright?” 

You almost don’t hear him, too busy looking for what exactly was burning so badly. When the smoke clears a little bit, you see the now black batter at the bottom of the oven, realizing how stupid you currently felt. You had spilled some earlier when putting the cake in the oven, and had tried to remember to clean it up once the oven had cooled. 

You now didn’t feel fear, just overwhelming embarrassment. Gordon had just witnessed you totally freak out over virtually nothing. Your throat felt tight and your eyes began to sting. You quickly shut the oven, bracing yourself against it. It was only getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t helping that you were trying to stifle your emotions.

“Y/n darling-” 

You’re braced against the oven, chest heaving. You can’t really lie to yourself any longer and say you aren’t panicking, because you are and suddenly every coping mechanism your therapist taught you is thrown out the window and god you don’t want anyone- much less Gordon- to see you like this. 

Your anxieties are only piling on and you suddenly have tunnel vision, slumping even more onto the oven. You faintly feel Gordon’s hands underneath your arms, probably holding you up at this point. Your vision is swimming and you feel sick. 

For a moment or so there’s nothing, and slowly you begin to feel better as your vision returns. You only feel so, so tired as you realize you had just passed out. 

“There you go love, take it easy.” 

You blink a few times, looking at your surroundings. You're on your kitchen floor, in Gordon’s lap. He’s stroking your hair, his brows furrowed. 

“You look like you do when you get pissed on Hell’s Kitchen.” You let your head fall back onto his lap. 

“Jesus fucking christ you scared me. What was that?” 

“Just a panic attack, I think.” 

“I thought they were getting better, that you were making progress?” 

He looked genuinley worried and you realized how dumb your brain was for being overly anxious about having a panic attack in front of him. Which was ironic, seeing how more panic only made a bigger panic attack. 

“I was. Sometimes they’re still bad, never like that though.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay, should we go to the hospital?” 

You try to sit up, only for Gordon to put a hand on your shoulder. You half smile allowing yourself to lay your head back down. 

“Really Gordon, I feel better. It’s nothing but my brain overreacting a bit. I promise.”

He’s stroking your head again, and you can see he doesn’t believe you. You don’t blame him, he hadn’t experienced mental health issues in the same personal way you experienced them. This was something you had to deal with everyday, and he didn’t. You understood how concerning this probably seemed to him. 

“I think I should stay tonight, just to make sure you’re okay.” 

He helps you up, slowly, and being ever so careful with you. He leads you to your room, barely allowing you to change into pajamas. It was endearing how worried he was for you, but there was still a slight concern that you were being a burden. 

“Are you alright?” He peaks around the door when you give him the okay, and you see that he’s shed his jacket and is now in sweatpants. 

“Yes,” you sit on your bed, trying to hold in a yawn. “Are you sure you can stay tonight?”

“I would have been heading back to my hotel anyway. I don’t leave until Saturday.” He sits next to you on the bed, looking as if he’s gonna fret over you again. 

“You can sleep in here, if you would like. My couch isn’t the most comfortable…” 

“You didn’t think I was leaving you alone after that, did you?” He rolls over you, jokingly grabbing a pillow and bumping you with it. “This is my bed now too until I know you’re absolutely okay.” 

You flush, and roll your eyes once again.  “If you insist.” 

Your heart is racing again and you almost laugh. This is a different kind of anxiety, the kind that makes your heart swell with love and the butterflies in your stomach to flutter around gently. It was exciting.

You turn and turn off your bedside light, crawling under the covers. You feel Gordon do the same, situating himself. You’re about to whisper goodnight when he pulls you into him, your head resting on his chest. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, squeezing your shoulder in a comforting way. 

“Goodnight my love.” 

“Goodnight Gordon.”

You suddenly feel content. No anxiety in the back of your mind, only bliss and safeness. There’s an unspoken promise that Gordon wishes he could voice, the solid promise of love that neither of you were quite ready to explore yet. But all of that didn’t matter at the moment. The only thing that he could feel was your steady heartbeat and rise and fall of your chest. 

He unspokenly loved you, and that was enough for now. 

“You know, we never got cake.” 

“Cuddling you is dessert enough for me,”  a pause, “Actually I will be stealing a slice tomorrow.

- 

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Koneko

Light Yagami x Reader 

Request: “Death note light yagami x reader. Pre kira au. Romantic. Light likes to punish reader for being disobedient and teases her.” by anon 

Warnings: steamy fluff, swearing Light being kind of a dick™, dominant/submissive behavior

A/N: I hope I did the request justice (this took a little while longer than expected), I tried to make Light canon while also letting there be room for affection. Enjoy anon :3 

Word Count: 1103

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Light wasn’t a public person. He had a perfect reputation to uphold in front of his peers and teachers, and he wouldn’t let anyone ruin that. 

Not even you. 

You had met Light at school, being one of the few students that could keep up with him in class. You weren’t particularly outgoing or flashy, you liked staying in your own shell, only occasionally breaking out to prove a point in class or end a debate with some cocky asshole. Light never really paid attention to you, save for the side glances and polite smiles when you backed him up in class when the teacher was wrong. 

But then there was that classic cliche where you get paired up with your crush for a project and all the sudden the two of you are in love. Except you neither of you really had any romantic attraction to each other at first, just a respect for having mutual values of education. No doubt you found Light attractive- the confidence and intelligence were enough to make you look at him a little longer than necessary. His famously good looks didn’t help. But you didn’t hold your breath in thinking you and him would ever be a thing. 

He was pleasant enough to be around, and sometimes you had the privilege of seeing through the perfect student persona he had created. 

Then Light realized you wouldn’t be a bad accessory to hang off his arm. You were one of the smartest girls in school and had never thrown yourself at his feet and embarrassed yourself “Just for a chance Light-Kun!”. 

Not to mention that he actually enjoyed your presence. He almost never said it aloud, but you know. He loves your submissive tendencies and willingness to challenge him. It’s infuriating to him, igniting a flame that only you can quench. He’d like to think he has total control over you, but sometimes, he questions the amount of power you have over him. 

You, of course, are unaware of any power you have, other than maybe getting him to open  up in the late hours of the night and tell you he loves you. Aside from that, he’s completely in control of you. You are not exempt from the dominance that is shown in the very way he holds himself. In fact, now that you know him more intimately, the effect he has on you is worse. 

Today is not one of those days, however. 

“I told you Light, I have to go home. My parents are expecting me.” You grab your notebook, placing it in your backpack and reaching for your pens. 

“And I told you, y/n, You’re staying here. It’s raining and it’s dark out. Don’t be an idiot.” He snatched the pen from your fingertips and went back to his notes, as if you weren’t there. 

“Light-,” you grab for your pen, “Light!” He doesn’t let up, easily moving it away from your hands everytime you come too close to grabbing it. You give up, crossing your arms and throwing yourself on his bed. Your skirt settles on your thighs, almost looking as exasperated as you. 

Light glances at your legs, then turns his attention to his notes once again. 

“What am  I supposed to tell my parents?” 

He scoffs. 

“You’re smart, aren’t you? Tell them you went to a friends house and you can’t get home.” He smirks when he hears your sigh. 

He’s just about broke you. 

Or, at least, that’s what he thought. 

“No, Light.” You see him still, and take the chance to grab your pen. “I have to go home.” 

This time, you turn your back on him.

He looks at you for a split second, and then takes two strides to stand behind you. He grabs both your wrists, your arms bending at your sides. His slender fingers envelop your wrists almost painfully tight. He pulls you against him, your back to his front. You feel his muscles tighten behind you. 

“What did you just say?” He bends his neck to your ear, whispering lightly. When you don’t answer, he pulls you closer and runs his nose along your jugular. His grasp tightens. 

“Answer me, koneko.” 

“I said no.” 

He grip loosens, but only to use his fingertips to dance up your wrist. 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be, letting you walk home alone in the dark and rain, hm? What would people think? Besides, I don’t want you catching a cold and whining about it for the next two weeks.” 

You almost want to roll your eyes, but before you can, he’s pushed you on the bed and carefully placed himself above you. One of his hands hold both your wrists in place. His knee pressing between your thighs. When you realize the position you’re in, heat rises to your face. 

“Oh, look at you. So willing to disobey and then cowering when you’re being punished. Such a pathetic little brat.” His free hand strokes your hot cheek, making you squirm. He pushes his knee closer in retaliation. 

“Stay still, this is what you get.” You stop moving, your eyes trained on his. “Good girl. Now, you’re staying here. With me. For the night. I’ll walk you home in the morning.” 

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, followed by a demeaning pat on the head. 

“Ok Light. I’ll stay.” 

He laughs, then lays on his back, pulling you to lay on his chest. He lays a hand on your hair, stroking it occasionally. 

“You bend to my will so easily. You’d think you’d fight back more, for such a stubborn little thing.” 

“That was me being stubborn.” You pout, irritated that he was right. 

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, y/n.” 

You’re about to say something but are cut off with Light’s fingers gripping your chin and pulling your mouth to meet his. His kiss is firm, and he momentarily darts his tongue out to tease your lips. He pulls away and you’re left with no words in your throat. He’s taken them with his display of affection. 

He seems to know this, and mockingly smirks at you before pulling away completely and returning to his desk. 

“I have more reading to do. Lie down and get some rest, and try not to bother me.” 

You almost argue, but decide against it. Instead you slip off your shoes and nestle your way under the covers. Your eyes get heavy, surrounded by Light’s scent and soft blankets. Right before you drift off, Light pauses from his textbook to look at you. 

“Goodnight, koneko.” 

-

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Return

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader Smut 

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, spanking, slapping, name calling, cussing, the works 

A/N: FIRST ATTEMPT AT SMUT? check. done. please, don’t chase me out of tumblr with pitchforks. 

Word Count: 995

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“Shh darling, keep still.” Tom released his hold on your neck and sighed deeply into your chest. 

Your heart was thumping, you were thoroughly fucked out- and mildly confused as to why Tom hadn’t pulled out yet. 

“Tom-”

 You wiggle, causing him to groan and grip your leg that was thrown over his hip. You blush, realizing what he was doing, and decide to stop trying to pull away. 

“Good girl.” 

 The last few hours were just a tad eventful. Tom had finally come home from “business” endeavors and decided that fucking you in every room of the house (which was fucking massive, by the way) was the best way he could spend the first 24 hours back home. Not that you were going to complain. 

First it was the foyer, where he pressed you against the door and didn’t even allow hello’s,  just a swat to your ass and a finger teasing the outside of your panties. You smile at the memory, remembering his comments about how needy and wet you were within seconds of his arrival. 

Next was the kitchen, where he hoisted you up on the table and devoured you until there was light dancing across your vision. When he had momentarily paused after your (third?) orgasm to grab you a glass of water, you nearly choked to death when he returned with an ice cube between his swollen lips and a newfound motivation to ruin you. 

Which he did. 

Another honorable mention was the bathroom, where the initial objective was to shower away the evidence of your sin, which was quickly turned into Tom bending you over the sink, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and fucking you harder than he had that entire day. Tom’s words had gotten especially heated then, rough whispers of “don’t fucking look away from that mirror,” and “look how pretty you are bent over and begging for my cock,”. 

An honorable mention indeed. 

Now you were here, half your body splayed over Tom’s and his cock between your legs, slowly becoming soft inside your heat. You clenched at the dirtiness of your own thoughts, earning another halfhearted swat from the mob boss beneath you. 

“You really think you could handle another round darlin’? After that last one, where you couldn’t even hold yourself up?” 

You rolled your eyes at his smug expression. “Maybe I just want to torture you like you did to me.” 

“And where would that get you?” 

“Nowhere I suppose. But then again maybe it’d knock your ego down a few notches.” You smiled at his offended expression. 

“My ego is a perfect size. Just like something else-” 

“Tom.” His smile widened as he laughed at your deadpan expression.

“A bloke can’t poke a little fun? Or maybe poke something el-” 

You hit his chest before he can finish, scolding him once again. You try not to laugh but you can’t help it, despite his not-so-romantic way with words, you wouldn’t change him at all. He grabs your hands and kisses each wrist, pulling you closer to him. You lay your head on his warm chest and play with the countless rings on his fingers. 

“What now Mr. Holland?” 

“Hm. Movie? The one you were harassing me about last week?” He looks down and smiles at you, completely in awe. It makes you blush again. 

“That sounds great.” 

-

An hour later into a Netflix movie that turned out to be a lot worse than you thought, you’re extremely bored. And possibly still aroused since Tom is still inside of you (update: he’s hard again)  and the bastard is drifting in and out of consciousness like he’s completely  unbothered by the situation you’re both in. 

The fucker. 

You lift your hips, a sigh caught in the back of your throat at finally having some kind of friction. Your tender walls drag up his cock, and you’re so sensitive you can feel the head of it catching on every ridge inside of you. If Tom knows what you’re doing, he doesn’t react, only lays there with half lidded eyes still watching the movie that- oh god- has the worst plot ever. 

You lower your hips faster than when you raised them, and Tom’s eyes suddenly hold alertness. He looks at you, smirking, and you whimper. He has a bruising grip on your hips and you’re no longer on top, suddenly victim to his broad shoulders and muscled torso as he looms above you. The movement causes a delicious sort of pain that sends sparks down your spine and to your aching clit. 

You moan, and it sets Tom off. He’s stopped you from moving, but you continue to try to wiggle your way to any type of friction. 

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” his hand is around your throat again, pressing just enough to send a message, “You’re lucky I’m even letting you sit on my cock to keep it warm. But you’re a greedy little slut aren’t you, love?” 

You don’t answer, too busy focusing on the throb in your temples mixed with the throb between your legs that’s causing ecstasy to flow through your veins. He releases his grip on your throat and gives a swat to your cheek, pain blooming around the accosted area. You moan, loving the blinding line between pleasure and pain. 

“Aren’t you?” 

“Yes! Sir please- I-” 

“No darling, you’re gonna sit here and stay still on my cock like a good little girl until the movie is finished,” He gently kisses your cheek, a now gentle hold around your neck returning, “and then maybe I’ll consider rewarding you.” 

You keen, the dominance leaking through his very aura intoxicating you, like the finest brandy that always graces his lips after a long day. You nod, looking up at him through thick lashes. You loved him, good, bad, and maybe even the evil that lurks beneath the surface. He was yours. 

But right now, you were his. 

“Good girl.” 

 -

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