#And deny himself things he wants because he'd have to admit to vulnerability just for a little bit

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Happy Birthday? | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x Fem!Reader One Shot

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr x F!Reader WC: 3,163 TW: Polyamorous relationship, swearing, teasing type of relationship, mostly fluff, slight angst at the end, slight talks of Regulus’s childhood, no use of Y/N Author's Note: This ship is inspired by @ellecdc please send her love. She's so talented and is just straight up amazing. Also I'm still new to writing so I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's not good/doesn't make sense.

Summary: It’s regulus birthday so you, Remus and Barty want to make it special but sometimes things don’t go as planned.

I made this ig mood board inspired by the guy idk ive never made one before

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“Bartemius Crouch junior! I swear to all that is holy in this world! If you stick your grubby hands in the frosting one more bloody time!”

“Oh come on Lupin! You can’t blame me, it's just so fucking good!"

Barty yelled, waving his hands around trying to defend himself.

You couldn't help but laugh at hearing two of your boyfriends’ bicker while you put the chicken you just got done seasoning into the oven to cook. 

Admittedly it was quite entertaining and it helped distract you a bit from stressing over the cooking that still needed to be done and the small decorations that needed to be put up for today.

It was Regulus's birthday, so you and Remus had gotten Sirius to take Regulus out for the day so you and your partners could try and surprise him with a birthday dinner for just the four of you. 

You couldn't help but stress seeing as he should be home sooner than later at this point, and you wanted everything to be as perfect as possible since Regulus wasn't completely comfortable with celebrating his birthday still. 

He didn't find the idea of a party and things of that nature to be fun, he found it more stressful and anxiety inducing than anything. (due to his childhood)

So the three of you have always tried to do a little something to make it special for him and to show Regulus that you all love him but never anything too much as to avoid overwhelming or making him uncomfortable. 

“Barty, my love, how about you go and set up the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner?”

“Anything for you angel.”

Barty says with a look that he reserved for only you. 

It was love sick looks. The kind of look that could show the receiver every emotion the other person was feeling. It showed that you were loved by that person with their whole heart. The type of look that had both parties feeling vulnerable in the best way possible.

Even before you all had started dating, when you all were just friends in your earlier years at Hogwarts, he had always looked at you as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. 

He'd look at you as if you were the only good thing left in this world, and to him you were one of the only good things left in this world.

You and two other people that he held closer to his heart than he'd probably be willing to admit most days. 

Though that didn’t mean Barty didn't love Remus and Regulus.

It also didn't mean it was a secret of how much Barty loved Remus and Regulus. In fact he loved them with all his heart. He expressed how much he loved them somewhat often in his own ways.

Especially since he could be known for his flair of the dramatics at times, he had expressed many times that he loved the three of you more than anything. 

Not that anyone could deny, or question it. More like no one would dare to deny or question it. 

Barty has expressed many times how he'd burn down cities, commit unspeakable acts and take on any unforgivable in a heartbeat for Regulus and Remus.

The love Barty held for them two was the kind of love that was teasing and could be chaotic in the best way. 

The type of love that could only be described as a ‘I can pick on them but you can't pick on them because they're mine’ in the most loving way Barty could possibly manage. And may the gods help any poor soul that ever tried to mess with someone who he deemed as his. 

But the love he had for you was a softer kind of love, it was sweet. The kind of love full of things like love sick looks, soft touches, sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

Along with the promises of burning down cities, committing unspeakable acts and taking on unforgivables’, who would expect anything less from Barty?  But I digress.

“Yes please, piss off for fucks sake.”

Remus says in an exasperated tone waving Barty away. Barty then gasps dramatically and clenches his shirt as if he was clutching his ‘pearls’. 

“You don't mean that, Remmy.” Barty all but whined. 

“Plus you couldnt get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

Barty states sending a smirk and wink at Remus, which Remus just responds with by rolling his eyes and hitting Barty with a dish towel playfully to distract Barty from the light blush that's undoubtedly spread across Remus’s face, as to avoid being teased further by him.

“Barty’s right Rem. Even if we wanted to, we're stuck with him, unfortunately.”

You say with a sarcastic little sigh while trying to suppress a smile that threatened to form due to the two men playful arguing. 

Barty then gasps dramatically once more and puts his hand over his heart as if you just stabbed him in the heart as Remus snicker at Bartys reaction and to your comment. 

“Not you as well, angel. You should know that words hurt. You've wounded me, you've basically killed me.”

Barty then pretends to sob as you and Remus shake your heads with smiles on your faces due to his behavior.

“Gods you’ve been spending way too much damn time around Sirius.”

Remus says while rubbing his hands over his face trying to hide his smile. You chuckle and walk up to Barty and give him a hug giving him your best ‘I'm sorry’ look. 

“I’m sorry Barty, I just couldn't help it. Remus has influenced me far too much.. Blame him.”

You say in fake sincerity with a small nod as you hear Remus huff at your comment.

Barty lets out a chuckle and hugs you back with a smile on his face looking down at you as he holds you. 

“It's okay angel, I could never stay upset at you. Lupin on the other hand..”

Barty drags out the end of his sentence with a small smirk on his face as Remus scoffs dramatically at his lovers’ statements.

“Really love? It's my fault is it?”

Remus says with his head tilted to the side and eyebrow raised, as if daring you to continue saying that he should be the one to blame for your ‘cruel’ comment to Barty. 

“Actually Lupin,  I think it is your fault.” Barty stated apparently agreeing with you.

“And what has brought you to that conclusion Junior?” 

Remus says as he walks toward the both of you with a small smirk on his face.

“My angel was just that, an angel. That was until you lot got your Gryffindor hands all over her.”

Barty says with a small shrug, feeling as if his point was valid and made sense. You supposed for Barty it did.

“Is that a fact?” Remus asked while getting closer to you and Barty.

“Yeah, Lupin it is actually.”  Barty says, giving Remus a somewhat challenging look.

“You don't seem to complain when I have my Gryffindor hands all over you, Junior.” 

Remus then winks at a now blushing and flustered Barty. You then cover your mouth trying to hide your own blush while also trying to suppress a giggle.

Barty tries to say some kind of come back and it  just results in him stuttering.

“W-well I- Goddamnit! That’s not fair Lupin!”

“All's fair in love and war Junior.”

Remus says sending another wink at Barty and smirking at you while Barty stares at him with wide eyes in complete silence.

He had managed to make Barty Crouch Jr speechless.

That was actually one of the many things that Remus was good at, especially at the beginning when everything was still new and more unexpected. 

When the four of you were in that space where you weren't officially dating but it was clear to you and everyone who'd been around your little group that you four had very strong feelings for each other.

It had taken Remus no time at all to get comfortable with having at least one of you flustered almost all the time, usually to the point of stuttering or speechlessness. 

He loved seeing you three like that.

Especially Barty.

Barty wasn't someone you could easily make blush let alone actually fluster, especially with just words so whenever Remus would manage to make Barty speechless he felt like he won a reward. 

Barty would never admit it but it was clear as day that Remus was good at making him a flustered stuttering mess. 

And Barty hated it.

“Now love. I believe someone owes someone an apology for trying to place blame.”

Remus says, walking up to you now at arms length and giving you a pointed look now waiting for an apology. 

While Barty mutters a ‘fucking hell’ under his breath and runs his hand through his hair as he walks towards the kitchen counter still mumbling quietly to himself.

“I'm sorry moony. Truly. Do you forgive me?” You say somewhat sincerely knowing Remus doesn't really care all that much. 

“I could never stay mad at you, love.”

Remus says with a small smile he then cups your cheek and gives you a kiss on your forehead, you lean into Remus's kiss taking in the moment and enjoying the affection from your boyfriend.

When suddenly you and Remus feel a cold, grainy substance rain down on you, which you both quickly realize is flour once the shock wore off.

You then hear a familiar giggle, and turn to see none other than a proud looking Barty standing now several feet away, covered in white powder himself. He just stands there proud of himself as if he didn't just cover you both in flour.

As you stare at him wide eyed and mouth a gasp, he just gives you a cheeky little smile.

“You did not just do that Junior.”

“Oh but I think I did, Remmy. That's what you get for teasing and being mean to me.”

Barty then sends a little wink to you and a somewhat apologetic smile.

“Sorry angel. Collateral damage, you understand.”

Barty says with a small shrug and a tone that makes it seem like it's the most reasonable thing that he has ever done.

You simply nod with the most convincing smile you could possibly muster in that moment.

“Of course my love. I understand.”

You say walking near Barty and grabbing a bowl that's filled with whipped cream that you had made earlier. You then walk closer to Barty and with a smile on your face.

“And you'll understand when I do this.”

You say while grabbing a handful of whipped cream and throwing it at Barty just for him to duck in time ending with the cream hitting Remus in the face. You gasp and cover your mouth trying not to laugh as Barty busts out laughing.

“Oh shit Rem! I'm so sorry.”

You say trying hard and failing to suppress your laughter, while Remus wipes his eyes off with his hands.

“It's okay love. All’s forgiven. Just come and give me a kiss.”

“Ummm I would love to, honestly I would… After you clean your face, that is…”

You back away from a now smiling remus while he opens his arms for you and starts walking closer to you. 

“No, now would be fine for me.”

Remus proceeds to walk closer to you as you start to back away towards Barty who's starting to calm down from his laughter.

“Why not kiss Barty?! This is all because of him anyway!”

Barty then gasps.

“Angel! I can't believe you'd throw me under the bus like that… Is it bad that I liked it?”

Barty asks the last part more to himself than to anyone else. He was so caught up in his thoughts for a second that he didn't notice you now using him as a human shield, that was until he felt a clump of whipping cream on his head and looked to see a smirking Remus. 

“Oh. This means war.”

All of a sudden it was every person for themselves. The kitchen was now a war zone. Flour, whipped cream, sugar, powdered sugar, fruits and berries were being thrown all over the place. It was pure chaos. 

The Three you were making a mess out of the kitchen and even bigger messes of yourselves.

Next thing you, you’ve been thrown over Remus’s shoulder while Barty is chasing Remus around the kitchen. 

There’s so much going on, so much laughing and screaming that no one heard the door open. Which meant no one heard Regulus make his way to the kitchen, and so no one noticed him standing in the doorway till you heard him speak.

“I leave you alone for a few hours and suddenly the kitchen explodes?”

Regulus in all his stoic glory just stood there not even looking a little surprised.

All three of you stopped running around, suddenly feeling like kids who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Then all three of you look at eachother then at Regulus.

“Happy Birthday?” You, Remus and Barty said accidentally making it sound more like a question than in an enthusiastic way.

Regulus just points at the oven says.

“The ovens smoking.”

“Oh shit! The chicken!”

You yell as Remus puts you down and he rushes to the oven to take out the now burnt chicken as smoke fills the kitchen.

“Sooo… Chinese?” Said a very uncertain Barty  

After opening some windows, having the Chinese food delivered, a few showers and quite a few cleaning spells the four of you ended up on the couch with a movie on not many words being exchanged.

After the movie was finished and the food had all been mostly finished Remus had brought out the cake that he managed to finish decorating while waiting for the food to arrive.

The three of you had sung (or in Bartys case basically screamed) Happy birthday to Regulus while he sat there with a ghost of a smile on his face. After another hour or so the four of you found yourselves in your shared bed.

You couldn't help but feel guilty since Regulus hadn't really expressed any emotion which wasn’t necessarily not normal about his birthday. You felt like maybe you had upset him in some way, maybe you over stepped or maybe he was irritated due to the mess you Remus and Barty made. 

You were spiraling. 

Till you heard a whisper.

“Thank you..” 

It was quiet for a few seconds, you supposed no one really knew what to say.

“For what Black? I feel like we kinda ruined your birthday.” Said a almost half asleep Barty

“It wasn't ruined Junior! It just didn't go.. as planned..'' defend Remus who laid on the other side of you. 

You and Regulus laid in the middle of Barty and Remus.

“Would the two of you stop bickering for just a moment please?” You say with a small shake of your head and a small chuckle. 

The next second there's a small choir of ‘Sorry angel’ and ‘Sorry love’.

“What are you thanking us for, Reggie?” 

You say pushing some of his black curly hair behind his ear looking at him softly, though he probably couldn't tell since it was dark in the room.

The only light coming through the window from the half moon.

“For today.. I know it didn't go how any of you planned or would have wanted it to go, but still. It was nice. I spent most of the day with my brother though he can be insufferable, loud and dramatic most of the time, it was still nice. And then to come home to the three people who mean everything to me laughing and having fun... That was the best part. I know I'm not the easiest when it comes to celebrating my birthday but, your three and Sirius have been the only people who have ever actually cared for my birthday. You've never treated it like how my parents did. Never used it as an excuse to have a big party full of people I didn't know or care about just so it seemed like we were better then them or make it seem like we were the perfect family, even though it was evident that we weren't. You've always made it about me and always respected what I'm comfortable with and well I appreciate that. So.. Thank you.. I love you.. All three of you..”

“We love you too Reg.” You say quietly, giving Regulus a soft kiss.

“Awwww did Regulus Black just say he loves me.” Barty practically squealed.

Barty then pulls Regulus into him so Regulus’s back is to Barty's front and then proceeds to messily kiss Regulus all over the side of his face while Regulus tries and fails to get away from him.

Remus then starts to laugh harder than you had seen in a while, almost falling off the bed as he hears the bickering between the two (mostly on Regulus' part) and sees the shadows of a struggling Regulus and a very determined Barty. 

You can't help but start to laugh almost as hard as Remus as you try and get the words out to have Barty let go of poor Regulus.

The night continues for only a few more moments it's filled with more laughing and eventually sleepy good night kisses and I love yous.

To say the four of you had an interesting relationship would be an understatement. It could be messy and chaotic, it could be a fucking headache sometimes. 

But there was love. There was always love. 

There were mornings where the four of you would wake up and just lay in bed happier than any of you thought you could ever be.

There were tender kisses and loving touches.

Dreams and promisses of the future.

There were smiles and laughing fits that would fuel you for the days when you felt like you couldn't even get out of bed.

Admittedly, it was a lot most of the time. 

There were screaming matches and arguing at its worst times but at its best times it was you and three people that you couldn't see your life without. Three people that made life easier most of the time. People who could make you laugh till you cried and that would hold you while you cried and fall apart.

This was a life that none of you ever thought you'd have the opportunity to have, and ever so often one of you would feel like you didn't deserve the life you had.

This was the kind of life that probably wouldn’t exist for you guys in different universes. But here, in this universe? This is the life you have and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[katzuk1s]

!!18+ smut!!

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𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐂𝐰: 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢, 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

𝟒,𝟓𝟏𝟕 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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You knew katsuki was more than meets the eye ever since you first saw him. The girls thought you were crazy and out of your fucking mind when you confessed to having feelings for him. They saw him as someone who didn't give a damn about anyone else and just yelled at everyone who held opposing views. They were genuinely baffled as to how anyone could even like him as anything more than a friend given his persistent rudeness.

But you saw more than that. The little things he did that most people didn't notice stuck out like a sore thumb to you. The way katsuki would try to warn Izuku when he was in danger, even if it was in the form of "get the fuck out of the way, deku!" "Are you fucking insane?!" It was his way of showing that he cared.

He was clearly struggling with his emotions. Even when you were training with him, he always seemed to be gentler with you. You noticed this and, to be honest, it irritated you. You didnt wanna be taken lightly, or looked down on. But when you brought it up with him, he denied it and became angry that you thought he would go easy on you.You wished he'd just be honest with you, especially as you grew closer to him. You two became good friends over time, though he would never admit it. You understood that it was simply his personality and that he didn't want to come across as weak or vulnerable in front of his classmates, but it still would slightly hurt you anytime he mentioned to anyone that he would never be best friends with someone like you when anyone brought it up.

Those walls he so harshly built crumbled the moment you knocked on his door that one night— he opened the door, tears staining his puffed up, red cheeks as he nervously looked down at his feet, debating if letting you in was a good idea. He'd wanted to open up to you ever since you'd gotten close; he'd grown to love you, to trust you; you were then one for him; he decided that after noticing how happy he was whenever you were around, even if you were teasing him—yet, despite all of this, he'd never plucked up the courage to be vulnerable with you. He was afraid you would push him away after seeing how fragile he was, how one wrong action on his part could send him down a downward spiral. Normally, when he was feeling this way, he would ignore all of your calls, texts, and visits. He felt like a jerk for blocking you out, but anything was better than losing you.

You approached him and wrapped your arms around him as soon as you noticed his puffy cheeks and sloppy demeanour. In all honesty, you were pretty happy. With the current situation, that may sound a little naive, but you were happy that he finally felt comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable with you. Muffled sobs escaped as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, as he had wanted to do for years. You closed the door behind you and led him over to his bed, where you offered to cuddle, and he reluctantly accepted. He lay with you, his head on your chest, as you ran your hand through his hair with one hand and wiped tears from his face with the other. You stayed with him that night, listened to his problems, and let him be himself with you. That night was one you'd never forget because everything changed after that.

Katsuki was much more clingy after that night; he wouldn't show it in front of others, but he basically used every opportunity he had to be around you, and he really became a lot happier—you both did. Katsuki felt at ease opening up to you, and he knew that if he had any problems, he could talk to you, and vice versa. Despite his appearance, Katsuki is an excellent listener. He would listen to all of your problems, and even if he couldn't give you any good advice, he would hold you close and comfort you until you felt better. The class noticed the change in katsukis behaviour as well, and they even started to say that you were a witch who had him under some sort of spell, or that you two were dating, and, to your surprise, katsuki didn’t lash out as much when people suggested this, instead he just scoffed and walked away. — Yes, Katsuki was still a jerk with anger issues, but thanks to you, he was slowly improving and feeling better about himself, which made him less likely to pick on other people.

What you didn't realise at the time was that the reason he changed so drastically after that night was because it confirmed his feelings. He was truly in love with you. He even found himself falling asleep most nights to the thought of you, whether it was the thought of you lying in his arms as you both fell asleep together, or the thought of you down on your knees in front of him, his member buried deep inside your mouth as he lets out pretty little moans and grunts. God, he wishes he could touch you, touch you in ways no one else could, to prove that you were his. He spent hours and hours stroking up and down his length, pretending it was you, but it would never be the same. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way—you were his best friend, and he didn't think you liked him back.

That would all change one night in the not-too-distant future.

Your chest seemed to close in on you, your breathing shaky as you choked on sobs and clutched at your chest. The stress of school, the overwhelming pressure to be perfect from your parents had all become too much for you to bear. You would have told Katsuki about it, but he seemed to be preoccupied with his own issues, what with school exams and all. But what you wouldn't give to have him here right now, his strong, comforting arms around you, his surprisingly gentle whispers in your ears telling you everything will be fine and that he's with you—it all made you feel a hundred times better. But he wasn't here with you; instead, he was in his room, worried sick because you hadn't responded to any of his texts or phone calls. Was there something he'd done wrong? Did someone tell you how he felt about you, and you don't like him back?—all of these questions raced through his mind. He looked at the keys on his desk—you had given him a spare pair of keys to your dorm in case of an emergency or if he had a nightmare and needed some comfort. He debated whether it was a good idea to barge in on you, but you hadn't responded to anyone or left your room in the previous 8 hours, and he was growing increasingly concerned.

So he grabbed the keys and dashed out the door, heading to your dorm. He knocked several times in a desperate attempt to get you to open the door, but there was no response, so he decided to finally put the keys in and open the door.

He had no idea what he was in for next. You were curled up in blankets on your bed, rocking back and forth, trembling and sobbing quietly. Katsuki immediately shut the door behind him and basically sprinted towards you, quickly wrapping his arms around you and holding your head into his chest.

"Hey, hey...okay, just relax," katsuki said, desperate to calm you down after hearing your constant sobbing. You lifted your head and looked up at him, clearly concerned for you, as his face was filled with worry.

“K-kats’?” You choked out with a hoarse voice from all the sobbing, looking up at him, relieved that he was finally here, holding you in his arms as you had wished.

“ ‘m right here, okay? Just…shit—your trembling so much, is there anything I can get for you? Or—" you cut him off, shaking your head and clutching him as if he were your lifeboat.

"N-no...please s-stay," you say quietly, your throat scratching.

Katsuki simply nodded in response and pulled your head into his chest again, this time resting his head on top of yours, desperately trying to comfort you.

After you had calmed down and your breathing had gotten back to normal, katsuki pulled away slightly and looked into your eyes with concern.

“ you wanna talk ‘bout it?” He whispers in a comforting manner, trying not to rush you into anything.

“ i-its just…its all too much, katsuki…” Katsuki looks at you with his head tilted slightly.

“ whats too much?” He asks, his arms gently rubbing your back as he looks down into your eyes.

“ e-everything…all the pressure from school, the exams coming up, socializing with everyone everyday, having to act fucking happy so everyone doesn’t see me as a bitch! Not to mention the constant nagging from my parents for my grades. ‘Anything below a 70% and we are pulling you out of U.A’ they said…i-i cant take it, katsuki i cant…” you strain out as you try to stop your voice from shaking from the sobs. Katsuki looks at you sympathetically and holds your head in his chest again, wanting to have you as close as possible to him, especially because of how vulnerable you are right now.

“They said that? Fuckin’ idiots they are…you…fuck, dont tell anyone i said this to you, but you are the strongest person i know, mentally and physically, but you can not be expected to do that. That’s just fuckin’ impossible.” His voice is soft as he speaks to you, as he tries not to say something stupid. You nod in response, your sobs subsiding as you feel more at ease with Katsuki's words and embrace.

“Jus’ listen…we’ll figure it out, okay? We can talk to Aizawa t’ see if he can take some of the stress off of you, and I can come with you so you can talk to your parents about this whole grade thing, ‘kay? It's the very least I could do after everything you've done for me." He says this as he pulls back slightly and tries to smile reassuringly, but it comes across as forced, causing you to chuckle and nod. Katsuki looks at you, slightly irritated but pleased to see you laughing again.

“What’s so funny, huh? Is that what I get for helping?” He says sarcastically as he ruffles your hair.

"No, no, it's nothing, Kats', thank you, all of that sounds great," you say, smiling and looking up into his eyes.

Something clicked inside you. You couldn't help but think about how much you love him as you gazed up into his deep red eyes. He truly was a miracle for you. He entered your life and immediately became your light in what appeared to be total darkness. As you looked up at him, your eyes widened, almost dreamily, as you lost yourself in your thoughts and the red colour of his eyes. Katsuki looks down at you, noticing how your gaze has changed to him, and a red flush appears on his cheeks and his eyes widen.

“T-thank you…for everything…” you whisper as your faces draw closer and closer to eachother, until you are merely inches apart, your noses touching. Both of you close your eyes and lean in closer, your lips brushing against each other.

"I love you," katsuki whispers against your lips, his tone entirely different from what you had previously heard. He appeared gentle and genuine.

"I love you too," you respond, a smile tugging on your lips as you have been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity.

As soon as katsuki heard those words he closed then gap between your lips, pulling you into a deep but gentle kiss. The sound of messy lips moving against eachother filled the air around you as he kissed you—it was obvious he was inexperienced, but you were too, and you didnt mind. Katsuki pulled away and both of you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after the foreign experience you both shared. Katsuki opened his eyes and looked at you, you shortly opened your eyes after, looking into each others eyes. Katsuki smiled, and it seemed like the most genuine smile you had ever seen from him. He looked happy—it wasnt a smirk, it wasnt a forced grin, it was a smile. Katsuki reached out and gently caressed your cheek, slowly inching your face back closer to his again. Your lips soon met again, this time a bit more passionately as katsuki had gotten his confidence up a bit. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer so you were pressed against his chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering into your mouth and swirling around your cavern, exploring every inch. You moaned softly into his mouth, starting to feel a warmth spreading through your whole body, and you ran your hands through his golden blonde locks. Katsuki moaned quietly at the sensation and pulled away from the kiss. He looked deeply into your eyes with desire and care. God, he felt like he could explode from how happy he was right now. Here he was, with the love of his life in his arms, knowing she loves him back.

“F-fuck that was good…heh, its like your lips were made for mine, huh?” Your face heats up even more than it already has at his comments, and you nod and smile.

“Y-you…wanna go further?…its fine if you dont, ‘m not gonna force you into anything, especially after what you have just been through” he says, a light blush rushing up onto his cheeks as he looks away feeling a little embarrassed. You bring your hand up and caress his cheek, moving his face back so he is looking at you again.

“Of course i want to, katsuki. I love you, and i have been wanting this for you have no idea how long…please, make love to me” you say, your voice trailing off at the last sentence. It doesn’t take long for katsuki to smash his lips on yours, much less gentle and much more desperate than last time. Your lips move in sync as katsuki dominates the kiss, his tongue moving inside and around your mouth once again. After a while he pulls away and gently lowers you down on the bed and gets on top of you, taking a minute to admire the sight below him before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Can i take your shirt off?” He asks, wanting nothing more right now than to see you after all these years of wondering what you look like. You nod shyly, and he sits up, using his knees to keep him above your body while he unbuttons your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bra. Katsukis eyes widen at the sight, he never really watched porn, so he had never seen a girls body like this. His cheeks flush red as he looks down at you, and a hot feeling overtakes his body.

“S-shit you look so fuckin’ good…so perfect…” he mutters the last sentence, being too occupied scanning your torso. He reaches down and stops just before he touches your bra and looks at you for consent, and when you nod he takes no time to reach behind you and unhook your bra with unexpected ease—you help him by slipping the straps off of your shoulders so the pads are just resting on your breasts. Katsuki reaches down and lifts the bra off of your chest, and you gasp as the slightly cold air hits your nipples, making them harder by the second. Katsukis eyes widen even more than before and he blushes, as much as he wants to hide his blush, god, he could never look away from this. His breathing gets heavier the more he looks at you, and he can feel his pants tightening.

“Your so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?” He says as he takes his gaze off of your breasts and looks into your eyes lovingly. You smile in return and look away as your face turns a light shade of red—katsuki smirks as he sees this, and he lowers his gaze once again to your chest, then he leans down and starts showering gentle, affectionate kisses on your neck that eventually turn into hungry, sloppy hickeys that are placed from your neck down to your collarbone.

“Mmm…tastes so good..” he says in between kisses. His mouth trails down between your breasts, kissing the small valley gently while looking up at you, keeping eye contact to see all of the expressions that adorn your face. You eventually become sick of his teasing and you whine;

“A-ah…’suki, i-i need you—please j-just kiss there alread—” katsuki cuts you off by latching his mouth over your nipple, immediately swirling his tongue around the pink nub. You gasp in surprise and moan, running your hand through his hair, which he lets out a small moan against your skin as a reaction. You keep letting out small, quiet moans as he sucks and licks at your breasts, and you yelp as you feel his teeth lightly grazing against your nipple. He chuckles against your skin and pulls away from your breast, the cold air hitting your nipple immediately and you wince—katsuki then moves onto your other breast and does the same as he keeps eye contact the whole time, loving all the different faces you make from him. After he is satisfied, he pulls away and presses his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you while one hand gropes at your breast. Katsuki has been trying to ignore it, but he’s painfully hard. Seeing you squirm beneath him nearly sent him to heaven and back and god it took a toll on him. He starts to experimentally grind his clothed bulge onto your crotch, moaning softly into your mouth from the relief.

“N-ngh..god— can i take your pants off?” He asks breathlessly as he pulls away from you and kneels in between your legs, awaiting your answer, and when he gets a nod he unbuttons your pants and drags them down your legs, taking them off. His gaze sweeps over you, then he leans in and kisses your lips softly before bringing his face up to your clothed pussy and running his nose up against your clit through the material. You groan in surprise and gently tug at his hair, causing him to smirk.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, almost sarcastically, and you nod quickly in response. Katsuki then hooks his finger under the waistband of your panti-hose and slowly pulls them down, revealing your dripping pussy—katsukis eyes widen at the sight, and he looks up at you.

“Y-your so wet…is that from me?…fuckin’ perfect” he brings his middle finger up and draws a line up from your pussy lips to your clit with his fingertip, then he brings his finger up into his mouth, tongue swirling around, tasting your juices. He moans quietly as he tastes you, loving how close he feels to you and how you are all his. He leans up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as you moan into his mouth and tug at his shirt, wanting to take it off. Katsuki immediately breaks the kiss and yanks his shirt off—revealing his incredibly toned body, he seriously looked like a god. Katsuki then starts to unbutton his pants and he slides them off, leaving him in just his boxers so you can see the clear outline of the large bulge that you created. Katsuki notices your gaze and looks away, feeling embarrassed at how bare he is, but then he feels your hand tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

“I-i wanna please you too…can i?” You ask, looking up into his crimson eyes. He nods in response and stands at the edge of the bed as you sit down on the bed and slide down his boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock standing proud in front of you. Your gaze lingers on it for a while, wondering how the hell that is going to fit inside you—he was a good 7 inches, but everything looked well proportioned to his body, it was shocking how pretty his whole body looked, even the ugliest parts he managed to make look good. His flustered expression stayed prominent as he looked down at you, wondering what your next move will be, but nothing would prepare him for what you did next. You gently brought your hand up and started to stroke him, up and down—he smacked his hand up to his mouth and tried to conceal a moan but failed, letting out a drawn out whimper into his hand. His legs trembled below him as he struggled to stand up with the pleasure you were giving him, he was so sensitive. You eventually wrapped your hand around his shaft and started to slowly jerk him off, and he started to shallowly thrust his hips in time with your strokes, letting out unusually loud moans and whimpers as he panted heavily.

“F-fuckk…p-please…h-hah…” he moaned as you moved your hand up and down his shaft faster as he moved his hips faster, feeling his high coming on faster than usual. His hips started to buck into your hand as you went faster, looking up at his face you could tell he was close.

“I-im…’m gonna cum…” he slurred out, almost sounding drunk on pleasure as he threw his head back and moaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. You started to work your hand faster, going up and down as fast as you can—katsuki yelped and panted before grunting and covering his mouth again as he came, long white strings of his own cum coating your hand and falling onto your chest.

He stood there, legs trembling, head thrown back as he came down from his high, panting heavily. You lay back on the bed again and look at his eyes filled with tears of pleasure as he brings his head back down and looks at you, crawling back onto the bed and kneeling in between your legs.

“ d-do you need any prep before i start?” He asks, his mind still a bit hazy. You shook your head, you were already wet enough and you couldnt wait another minute for him to be inside you, your walls were basically throbbing at this point, just waiting to be filled.

Katsuki nods in response and lines himself up with your hole, then he looks up at you for consent and once you nod he slowly pushes in, hes knees bucking once again from how tight your gummy walls were squeezing him, but he makes sure to go slow and watch your face to see if you were in any pain. He slowly entered you, and once he bottomed out he gripped your waist tightly and moaned, feeling overwhelmed by how amazing you felt wrapped around him. You on the other hand had your hand covering your mouth so you wouldn’t scream from the pleasure. You had always fingered yourself or used different toys but nothing compared to this. Everything felt so hot, his hot wet shaft buried deep inside your walls, the tip just teasing your cervix as he bottomed out. You wanted him to just slam into you like there was no tomorrow, but you also wanted to take your time with him and savor the moment.

Katsuki rested his arms on the bed on either side of your head and started thrusting slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt you or overwhelm himself. He leant down and nuzzled his nose against yours affectionately, wanting you to know that he was here for you as he shallowly thrusts into you.

“Y-you can..mm— go faster…” you whisper in his ear, desperately wanting him to pick up the pace. As soon as you said that he picked up the pace immediately, starting to pick up a steady rhythm as he went faster and harder. He let out quiet grunts and whimpers as he panted against your lips, your foreheads pressed against each other. His pace started to quicken, and eventually he was pounding into you, bottoming out every thrust as he moaned into your mouth as you moaned into his.

“G-god y-you’re so— mph!— tight…” His voice is strained as he tries to keep his composure. The sound of wet skin slapping in the air around you got faster as katsukis thrusts started to get more erratic as he chased both of your highs—you were deadly close, katsukis tip hitting your cervix every thrust made it hard to not pass out from the pleasure, so your orgasm was building up quickly.

“Y-you gonna cum f’ me baby?…y-yeah?…good…where do you want me to cum huh?” Katsuki whispers into your ear as his thrusts get slower and harder.

“I-inside—im on the p-pill” you manage to say between moans and whimpers. Katsukis eyes widen as he hears you are on the pill, then he smirks and nods, starting to pick up his pace again, slamming into you. Your legs tremble as you get on the tip of your high, then one last thrust sends everything crashing down, you quickly lean up and smash your lips onto katsukis to silence your moans as you mumble and whimper into his mouth. Katsuki kisses you passionately as he thrusts a few more times before moaning into your mouth and cumming, shooting hot white strings into your gummy walls, coating you all over. He pulls away from the kiss and pants, staying inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you.

You both lay in silence for a few minutes, listening to each others heavy breathing die down and letting you both recover from your recent orgasm. Katsuki gets up off of the bed and gets some of his track pants that he keeps here for when he stays over out of your wardrobe and puts them on, then he grabs a shirt and some panties and gives them to you before he hops back into bed. Once you put all of your clothes on he pulls you into his arms and holds you close, spooning you.

“I love you, katsuki” you say as you move back closer to him under the blankets.

"I love you too, idiot," katsuki mumbles, smiling and kissing the top of your head as you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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[jaebeomsbitch]

Victorian Wh*re (R.R)

Summary: Roman suggests maybe you can watch each other touch yourselves. Fem reader!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, swearing,

A/N: We're bringing back the dildo thing in the next fic! God I just know it would drive him crazy but also he'd feel so insanely bad about himself after. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

“You diddle yourself, I diddle myself come on it’ll be a fuckin’ disgusting fuck fest” Roman says. He’s always the one to initiate any intimate moments between you two because you knew how uncomfortable he was with it all. It’s like his body wants it, craves it but his mind immediately snaps him out of it when things get too far. You hadn’t gotten past phone sex which was even surprising to you. You didn’t know much about Roman’s sexual issues because he isn’t the most emotionally available person.

“Can you even…” you don’t finish the sentence. Your mind immediately travels to the image. The way his mouth hangs open, his hips twitching, that vein on his forehead popping out as he pants for breath. You can always admit that your…boyfriend? Whatever he was, was attractive. And although he has a vulgar personality you can’t help but look at the way his lips move or the way he perfectly quirks his mouth into a smirk. Meeting Roman made you realize you probably had odontophilia, your eyes always trained on his mouth. Something that Roman has picked up on but he’s yet to use as ammunition. Something about the way he has sharp canine teeth turns you on. Maybe it’s some sort of primal urge in you, like in caveman days he’d probably be really good at eating raw meat. 

“Oh fuck off! Yes I can jerk off, I jerk off so much I’m surprised I still have skin,” he says. You can’t help but laugh at his admission. 

“God you sound like a teenage boy,” you shake your head. His hazel eyes narrow at your little chuckle. 

“You want me to prove it to you?” He asks, eyebrow quirked, lips pressed into a slight grin. You look at him for a second.

“Oh you’re serious. Can- can you even get it up?” The words leave your mouth before you can think. As much as you always love your back and forth with Roman you never liked poking fun at his sexual trauma.

“Well…just— just try it with me and you’ll see,” he says, that grin a little wider but his eyes hold a certain vulnerability. 

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second as you press your head into the pillow. Are you really gonna do this? It’d be better than that time he tried to have sex with you and ended up dry humping your thigh for two seconds before just giving up and turning away. He didn’t let you comfort him either which only made it worse. 

A part of you was scared of crossing this line with Roman, you didn’t want to scare him off and create only more bad sexual experiences for him. But, you did feel pent up, would you mind if he just watched you if he couldn’t touch himself? 

“Ugh, fine,” you finally say, deciding to get out of your head. If he felt comfortable enough to do this with you then you’d let him. You didn’t want to deny him that part of himself, especially when you know how much he struggles with intimacy. 

“Throw me some pillows,” you say. Making a pile of them at the foot of the bed. You situate yourself so you’re half sitting half lying down. You have a clear view of him as you lay diagonal from him. He sits leaning against the headboard, you can see the way he gulps down his saliva. Was he expecting you to deny him?

“We can do this another time,” you say, giving him an out to say no. 

“What are you scared?” He taunts but his voice sounds a little broken. 

“I’m serious Rome, if you’re not ready you’re not ready,” you say, actually addressing the problem. 

“Oh fuck off, you got a fuck up vag or something? Oh god it’s fucked up isn’t it? Like a fucking acid explosion down there?” He says. 

You laugh, “on the contrary, all my partners have said I have a ‘pretty pussy’” you say laughing. It wasn’t true but you weren’t ashamed of your vulva, why should you be? Everyone’s look different. 

“Well I’ve gotten quite a few people thirsting over my cock. Said they wanted to make a mold of it or something. Oh those sick fucks probably would make a dildo and fuck themself with it,” he says. 

“Wait, why is that kind of a good idea?” You say. 

“What?” His attention snaps back to you. 

“Well if you can’t fuck me, then give me a replica of your cock. Then I’d at least know what it feels like,” you grin up at him. He’d probably love it, seeing you moan at the feeling of his rubber cock in you. 

“See, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he says.

“Did I ever deny it?” You bite back. He looks at you for a second almost shocked before he snaps out of it. 

“Well it’ll happen one day,” he says a little sadly. 

“Hmm, one day,” you nod. 

“Okay it’s time to jerk off~” He sing songs, clapping his hands. 

“You want me to touch myself dry? You gotta give me some material to work with,” you grumble. 

“I mean just look at me,” he flexes his muscles. 

“Okay well you’re fully clothed and I don’t think you’re necessarily up for removing them,” you say. 

“You need me to expose an ankle or something. ‘Ooh I’m a baaad Victorian girl’” he says in a faux sexy voice, putting a finger on his lip and pretending to act coy, his leg stretched out dramatically to show off his right ankle.

“Oh yeah, that ankle has got me turned on beyond belief,” You laugh.

“No seriously, I’m gonna need to watch a video or something. I’m not exactly revved up right now,” you ignore the way he wiggles his ankle at you. 

“Okay fucking Toyota calm down,” he says. 

“Well-- maybe you start? It’ll give me some inspiration… hopefully,” you smirk. 

“Not a problem, I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. Ugh your ankle and knees are out? You whore,” his eyes run over the expanse of your legs. You can’t help but flex your feet in response. 

“Oh you’re hard at that? Well I can do so much better. Shit, I think if I flashed you, you’d fuckin cum in your pants,” you laugh.

“That’s a challenge I’m willing to bet on. I’d like to see you try,” he says, eyes half lidded. His hand sliding towards the bulge in his sleep pants. 

“Yeah?” You breathe. Oh this was getting real. He silently nods, the palm of his hand rubbing at the fabric. He tips his head back to lean against the headboard, his eyes trained on your body. They flicker towards different parts quickly like he’s unsure where to look. 

“Just fuck— take ‘em out,” he groans, his voice a little too desperate for his liking. 

“You’re a sick fucking pervert,” you say but the demand certainly sounds intriguing. He’s touching himself as you’re fully clothed, how would he react if he saw something… new? He shudders at your words but you don’t seem to realize it. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t jerked off in a long time or something. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m a sick fuck,” he replies, trying to make it sound like a joke but there’s something there. A new tone you don’t recognize. It’s like you start to see Roman in a different light. Maybe you didn’t see him as a sexual person before but you’re definitely seeing it now, as his hips slowly tip to meet the palm of his hand. Shit why was this kind of hot? You’re definitely wet now, as you look at him, small whines in the back of his throat threatening to spill out. He keeps his mouth shut, embarrassed that he’s already worked up.

If he wants a show you’ll give him a fucking show, you bunch up your baggy sleep shirt. Your nipples perking at the cold air.

“Ooh fuck,” he moans, eyes trained on your chest. You decide to give him a show. If this was your only time doing this you had to make it memorable. Your hands slide up your ribs to cup your breasts, your thumb brushing over the taunt nipples.

“Ooh,” your breath hitches at the sensation, watching as his hand moves faster against his cock. 

“Put it in,” you moan, eyes trained on his hand. 

“What?” He chokes.

“Put your hand in there, you can’t just rub it all day. Touch yourself for real,” you say, eyes flicking up towards his. You notice the way his canines dig into his bottom lip. Fuck… your hand absentmindedly slides into your sleep shorts, your finger slowly circling your clit as you see him put his hand in his pajama pants. The fabric straining against his moving hand. 

Maybe it’s time to try out your new theory. “Fuck, you’re disgusting Roman. Look at you” you groan, finger pressing into yourself. His eyes flick towards yours, he can tell he’s turning you on. You wish you could mean it though, the words come out all breathy as you slide your middle finger in and out. You wish you could say any of your next words with conviction but your breath hitches when you see his mouth hung agape, his eyes closing for a second before looking at you hungrily. His gaze trained on the movement of your shorts. 

Fuck! There wasn’t enough space in them to reach your sweet spot so you quickly slide the fabric down your legs. You bend your knees to give him the perfect view of your finger sliding in and out in your cunt. 

“Oh fuck” He moans, eyes almost staring holes through your flesh. 

“God, you’d fucking love to watch me fuck myself with a dildo of your cock wouldn’t you? It the only way you’d ever fuck me. You’re a fucking sicko,” You whine the last part, your fingers relentlessly hitting the squishy part inside of you. Your other hand slithers around until it finds your clit, your fingers move quickly as you see Roman is close. 

He’s practically fucking his hand, his mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Ooh Fuck, yeah. I’d fuckin’ love it. W-want to see your face stretch around my… F-f-fuck!” He moans. 

His head slamming backwards into the headboard with a loud thud but he’s too caught up in this. Jerking off was something but this? This was so much different. The air crackles with your attraction for one another. You’d felt attracted to Roman in your weak moments sure but now, now you felt like you just opened a can of worms. Like crossing this line is going to make you crave more of him. 

“You’re close aren’t you? One look at me touching myself and you’re cumming in your pants like a fucking virgin,” You taunt, but your words have no real bite. It doesn't matter how harshly you say it, you want this. Want to see him ruin his expensive sleep pants, watch the way his eyes roll back and how his teeth will rip his lip open. 

“F-fuck M’close,” He slurs, his eyes half-closed but he keeps them open. He wants to keep this memory burned into his brain. He never wants to forget the sounds you make and the way your legs slightly shake as you circle your clit. 

“Shiiit me too. Let me see you cum,” You say, your voice higher pitched than normal as you try and stave off your release. Your eyes flutter, threatening to close shut but you force them open. You weren’t losing this experience. It’s almost like the aurora borealis but much more rare and a lot prettier. 

“Oh f-Uck,” He whines, his hips bucking wildly against his hand. Until you see them stutter, his canines digging into his bottom lip to try and keep himself quiet, his chest heaves, stomach twitching violently at the feeling of this new release. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” He groans, his cock twitching in his hand as the spurts of cum paint the inside of his boxers. The sticky mess seeping into the fabric of his pajama pants. He finally lets his cock go, taking his hand out from the waistband. You can see the glistening of his cum coating his hand as you work yourself faster. 

“Shi-it,” you shiver, the heat in your stomach building and building. It feels like you’re an old house caught on fire, your whole body sweating, your legs starting to tremble as you maintain eye contact with Roman. 

“Let me taste it,” You grunt, in between moans. 

“W-what?” Roman says confused. His mind is still on cloud nine as he licks away the drops of blood on his lip. 

“Roman I swear to fucking God I will fucking–” You can’t think of a decent insult, your mind turning to mush as you watch him carefully but enthusiastically crawl over to you. He smears his cum on your lips, his fingers prodding at the seam of your mouth until you relent. You eagerly lick at his hand, the fire builds more, the foundation of the house collapsing as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

“Ooh,” He shivers, his voice lower than normal as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth. The cadence in his voice pushes you over the edge. Your entire body tenses up for a second before everything releases. You moan around his fingers, accidentally biting down on the flesh as your eyes roll backward. Roman watches you, you almost look possessed as you whine around his fingers, your body going completely limp. 

“C-can I?” You hear Roman ask but you aren’t really listening, not that you’d expect it anyway. Roman was one to take and never to ask. You languidly nod your head, the heat of Roman’s thighs pressing into the side of your leg is the only thing keeping you grounded.

That is until you feel him remove his hand from your mouth. His saliva coated fingers wrapping around your wrist as he uses your sticky fingers to dip into your cunt like a dunkaroo and scoop your cum, your eyes widen at the intrusion and boldness of it all. He brings your fingers to his mouth, the sharpness of his canines brushing the pads of your fingers as he cleans your fingers off.

“Oh f-fuck, Rome,” You moan, your eyes barely open watching him commit this obscene act. He knew about your weakness, he noticed the way you stared at him with that far away look when he bit into his thumb. 

Your thighs still twitch in the aftershocks of your intense moment. Your fingers are long clean but the tips of his teeth press into your fingers before he lets your wrist fall. He retreats back to his corner of the bed. You lower your shirt back down over your chest and slide on your underwear leaving your shorts lost somewhere in the sheets. You sigh as you lean your head back into the mound of pillows. 

“So was it as hideous as you thought? Worse than a mangled up ball of rotting flesh?” You joke with a twinkle in your eyes as you look at him.

“Oh definitely fucking worse, I had to stop myself from gagging it was so disgusting,” He says, a small smile on his lips and something different in his eyes. You can’t pinpoint it but something has changed. 

“You know, your ankle had me a lot more aroused than I was expecting,” You laugh. 

“Yeah? I got better ankles than a fucking marathon runner. I could put those victorian whores to shame… really fuck up their business,” He says sinking into the sheets. 

“Oh yeah? How much would you charge?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck was your life?

“I don’t know, like five grand at the minimum. I only want the rich fucks looking at my ankles especially if I’m gonna have to look at old men jerk off” He says, dramatically shuddering in disgust. 

“...I’ve got five grand, when's your next available appointment?” You ask looking back at him. His eyes meet yours. 

“Yeah?” He asks, seeming to speak without actually speaking about it, a big grin on his face. 

“I’m good for the money,” You say, a small smile on your lips. You both lay there in silence, what you just did hanging in the air. Roman somehow feels lighter. Sure he’d still have difficult days, days where he can’t stand to look down at his body or days when you hold him while you sleep and he silently cries but he had this. He was capable of some sort of intimate relationship even if it was unconventional. 

You grab a pillow and crawl over to your side of the bed and lie down. 

“Roman?” You whisper, a little afraid of pissing him off especially after all this. 

“Hmm? Need another look at my ankles, this one’s gonna cost you double,” He says, lazily turning his head to look at you. 

“Only if you throw in a free elbow,” You smile, cuddling into your pillow. 

“That can be arranged, which one though?” He asks, placing his hands underneath his head as he mimics your position. 

Your eyes flick to his already exposed elbows, “Right, definitely the right.”

“Sure, I’ll throw it in only because you’ve been a loyal customer,” He says, hazel eyes searching through yours.

“I’ll continue to be loyal,” You try to reassure him. He doesn’t say anything, no smart quip, just an ever so slight nod as he closes his eyes. You can't help but stare at his face, at the slight stubble, the freckles painted onto the bridge of his nose.

“Stop staring or I’m gonna have to charge you by the second,” He says, his eyes still closed. 

“That’s okay, my boyfriend is a billionaire,” You whisper, scooting closer to him. 

“Boyfriend?” He whispers like the word is foreign. Your fingertips brush his hair out of his face. Everything was okay, you were both okay. He was your Victorian whore and you were all too willing to pay his hefty price. 

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[acapelladitty]

The way you write Jon is extremely interesting to me because no one else (that I’ve seen at least) writes him so clinical but also at the same time so insanely horny? I love it. (Seriously, there are some parts of WDO that have done irreversible damage to my brain.)

So, I wanted to pick your brain a little about him by requesting something from his POV.

I feel as though he must have some kind of secret kink he wouldn’t even let WG know of because he fears she’ll think he’s weird or sick, (as if he didn’t spend 99.9% of their time doing the most disgusting things to her) but it’s probably something really tame, and he’s just buggin about how to bring it up. Dealers choice on what the kink is. (Although personally I’ve always imagined him somehow, ashamedly, being really into period sex.)

Also, “mediocre writer”? get that shit out of your bio right now, you’re a goddamned legend.

Your sweet words can't get me because I can't overcome my self-confidence issues!

In terms of period sex, i don't think he really minds and it absolutely would not put him off. And I can HAPPILY chat about some of kinks that Crane may have which he is ashamed of/reluctant to share with others.

1) Just once, Crane would love to have a true experience of somnophilia. Ideally with WG fully passed out/unresponsive so he can test her reactions to "stimuli 😈" while she's in that state to see how it compares to what he is familiar with. The only reason he hasn't broached it is because it requires more trust that he's willing to admit to and he's also very content with her conscious reactions.

2) Similarly to the above, true CNC play is something he'd like to experience more. I have touched on this once in a oneshot but both parties are interested in seeing it pushed further. However, neither of them are willing to broach the subject because of how the other might react.

3) Objectification is another kink Crane is vaguely interested in but isn't too sure how to go about it. He likes the idea of having WG restrained or held in some way which allows him free access to her while reducing her to little more than a tool for his pleasure.

4) In his deepest and darkest subconscious, Crane would love to be taken care of. To have someone fawn over him and treat him softly. Something in the vein of a mommy kink but without the mommy aspect. This is a kink which he will NEVER acknowledge because he denies that part of himself and cannot show that level of vulnerability while he lives and breathes.

#thank you love!!!!! what a lovely ask! i adore getting to talk more about this fic #Jonathan crane #scarecrow #whole day off #witty girl #Jonathan crane x reader

[acacia-may]

Acacia's Definitive Defense of Langris x Finesse

No one asked about this pairing, but I'm going to ramble about them anyway... especially since I realized I don't think I've ever actually written a proper post about them as this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year (A/N: Yikes! Sorry friends. I completely forgot I wrote this until today when I tried to find that post I was absolutely certain I had made about Langris x Finesse only to find it buried in my unposted drafts 😅🙈 But I'm posting it now to coincide with the ship ask game so it kind of works...? Maybe? I have no excuses...).

Anyways, dear goodness do I have thoughts about this ship. I’m not sure I can even wrangle them all, but I am going to try my best.

I’m sure it’s pretty clear from my blog that I have a deep love for my spatial mage boys and want good things for them which is one of the main reasons why I have a lot of concerns about the whole House Vaude soap opera. A friend of mine (irl) and I once discussed that plotline for literally 6 hours so I could go on and on about this for ages, but I have tried my best to be brief. That didn't really happen so I apologize in advance for all of the rambling.

I've tried to keep the focus of this post on Langris and Finesse's relationship, so please check out this post if you want to hear my many thoughts on the House Vaude succession drama as whole and in general. To keep things organized, I've divided this discussion into 2 main subsections for clarity under the cut!

(Warnings: Black Clover spoilers and discussion of some heavier topics such as childhood trauma and abuse. Arranged marriage is also mentioned)

Why I Think Langris and Finesse Genuinely Love Each Other (not necessarily in a romantic way but definitely in a selfless care and concern kind of way)

One of my most basic premises for my personal interpretation of Langris' character really comes down to the fact that I think what Langris actually wants more than anything else is unconditional love and to be accepted for who he is (rather than what he does/his accomplishments). He wants to have people who love him, a family—but he'd never admit this because he is convinced he'll never get it. He is convinced that love needs to be earned and he can't earn it, and his relationship with Lady Finesse is a perfect example of this, I think.

It hurts Langris that she is just the kindest person ever and she doesn't like/love him (or such is the reality in Langris' mind anyway given the fact that he has carried around that one time she complimented Finral as "she hates me" for literal years in the canon. But I digress). Langris doesn't like games he can't see a possibility of winning. He closes himself off from love and building meaningful relationships because he doesn't think he'll "win" people's love in the end. He's very cynical and jaded in this way, but more than that, he's wounded. It comes from a place of being denied love without strings attached, without conditions for his entire life and of being told his by his parents that love has to be earned and being convinced that he can't earn it, that nothing he does will ever be good enough and that he will never deserve the love he so desperately craves. And in that way, it comes from a fear of being hurt and rejected. When you care about someone, you give them the power to hurt you—and Langris doesn't want that kind of vulnerability. So I think he just completely counts himself out of the running when it comes to Finesse and defers to his brother—assuming (probably correctly) that she’d choose Finral if she was given a choice between the two of them.

All of that said, he can't quite stop himself from caring for her with a genuine love and respect (not necessarily in a romantic sense but he does care for her)—it’s just sealed off somewhere and not something he really thinks about or allows himself to feel (let alone label) until his brother "declaring war" on him brings all of that to the surface and he kind of has to reconcile how much he wants to be the Head of House Vaude (what he’s worked for his entire life) with how much he wants Lady Finesse to be happy. I love how in that scene there is actually a moment (at least in the anime) in which "the camera" turns and we're watching the scene unfold from Langris' eyes/perspective immediately before he gets involved and tells Finral to clean up his act.

(A/N: If you listen very carefully you can hear the sound of Langris' entire world falling apart...)

Okay, bad jokes aside, this is a huge moment for Langris. It takes him all of five seconds to decide that Lady Finesse's happiness is far more important to him than House Vaude, than his title, his future, his own dreams and aspirations that he has worked for literally his entire life and, ultimately, is more important than everything he has looked to for his own self-worth and fulfillment up unto that point (which causes him to have a bit of an existential crisis as he tries to figure out who he is without those things, without being the next Head of House Vaude, but I digress again). It is an incredible act of love to set aside what someone wants for themselves in order to make another person happy—to choose what is best for another person even at great personal sacrifice. Regardless of how you want to qualify that love (romantic or platonic), it does not diminish the gravity of Langris' sacrifice and the willingness he shows to choose Finesse's happiness over the things that are (seemingly) the most important to him in the world.

Up until this point, Langris is this incredibly goal-oriented character who is set on becoming the best, the strongest, and eventually the head of House Vaude which comes off as self-interested and a little ruthless in his willingness to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, but suddenly, here he is, ready to give all of that up so that Lady Finesse can have the chance to be happy. It's almost like he is saying (honestly, far louder and clearer than any words possibly could), "I love you more than all of that."

Why else would he be helping his brother take over as heir to House Vaude when that actually seems to be something Langris wants for himself? (I know the poll I ran examined some different ideas and interpretations but that's always been my personal take on it). It’s almost like in that moment, Langris has realized that he can’t make Lady Finesse happy (even if he wants to), but he thinks that Finral can so he wants to make Finral into the best he can be for her.

Once Langris is reasonably sure that Finral is at a place that he can make Finesse happy and has become a man "worthy of her," I could definitely see him stepping aside so that his brother could take over their House and marry her—purely out of concern for Finesse’s happiness, and there is something incredibly selfless and very beautiful about that.

I think Finesse's side of things is much more practical. The fact of the matter is that Finesse is royalty in a medieval society where she will inevitably be married off for a political alliance and/or to produce children, and she has probably always known that she needs to marry out of duty/responsibility, so I can’t really see her as that much of a hopeless romantic given the circumstances. If she allows herself anything, it is the hope that she will get to spend her life with someone who does care for her and who she can be content with. I don't think throughout most of Finesse's life and certainly not throughout this whole arranged marriage business that anyone has ever really asked her what she wanted or ever really cared about her wishes before, but Langris seems to have a genuine interest in her wishes and her happiness more so than anyone else. And I think she does care for him (again, not necessarily in a romantic way but it is a genuine care and concern of at least friendship).

As I discussed in this post, when Langris has all that elf-business and the King threatens to dissolve the betrothal and punish the Vaudes, it is Finesse who comes to their defense rather than taking what is quite possibly her only chance at an "out." And it is an informed, free choice on her part. I love her line in the English dub that she "knows Lord Langris and has no misgivings about him" and therefore essentially begs her uncle not to "judge him too harshly." I think there is something very strong and very courageous in her decision to believe in the good in Langris even when he is at his worst, and her concern is truly and completely focused on what is best for him. I'm especially thinking of that moment when she begs him to stop before he does something he will regret. She's worried about him: his hurt and his guilt. She really wants what's best for him, and it's this love for him and this belief in him that really brings out the best in Langris.

My absolute favorite thing about this ship (besides how selfless they are towards each other) is really that Finesse has this way of bringing out this softer, gentler side of Langris that, I think, very few people have actually seen. Langris himself is so insistent on hiding this (probably a learned response from growing up in an environment where any hint of emotion and any sensitivity is viewed as a weakness), but really he has such a deep capacity for love and given the opportunity would be fiercely loyal.

Langris may not care about a lot of people, but the ones he chooses to care about he will love forever. He's just such a tsun about it, I think, so it can be very hard for anyone (and especially for those with preconceived notions of him as a snotty stick-in-the-mud) to see that he's really very sweet and awkward as heck about his feelings. Langris' love might be quiet—it's not very flashy and usually shows itself in doing little, everyday things for the people he loves—but still waters run very, very deep and he has shown that he would do just about anything to protect the people he loves most and make them happy, no matter what that means for himself. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that he would die for Finesse if it came down to it.

Ultimately, I can imagine a lot of different outcomes for this relationship (some of which never, ever cross over into that romantic place). I really just want them both to be happy whether that means they end up together or not, but yes, I could see them happy with each other in a romantic sense under very specific circumstances since they do have such a selfless love for each other (but I think that is probably a discussion for another time because this is already super, super long so I'm cutting myself off in favor of the next section...).

Why I personally think Langris rather than Finral is better suited for Finesse

As much I don't like pitting ships against each other, I don't think it's avoidable in this case since she is going to be in arranged marriage with one of them. To paraphrase a favorite musical of mine, it's not a matter of "if" but which one. And I think it's best for me to just start off by saying that while I do genuinely like and appreciate Finesse and Finral as a ship as well, I personally think that Langris and Finesse are better suited for one another in the long term.

I will admit upfront that this is in part because of my own personal experiences of having a chronic illness (and needless to say that is a personal bias that colors my opinions, so please just keep that in mind), but I think it's important to talk about the fact that Finesse is chronically ill because it's not something I've ever really seen discussed when talking about ships for her and I really think it should be taken into account. Like Finesse, I have been sick for most of my life, and I can really relate to the kind of difficulties and limitations that Finesse likely experiences due to being chronically ill and the realities of the less active and much more slower-paced life she would lead and, by proxy, the life anyone who married her would have to lead. Again, I am not saying that I don’t like or couldn’t imagine her & Finral together (I do genuinely like that ship too), but I almost think Langris is better suited for her in that he actually wants (or seems to want) the slower-paced life they’d probably have together. For instance, there are likely to be frequent situations that would arise in which Finesse is too ill or too tired to go out and her husband would then be “forced” to stay home with her. With Langris, I think, there would never really need to be much of that feeling of guilt on Finesse’s part or the fear that she is taking away something from Langris or being a burden, because Langris isn’t super sociable and would just want to stay home anyway. In fact, let’s be honest here, he’d probably, actually feel kind of relieved that he has gotten out of unwanted socializing. Whereas Finral is a much more lively and sociable person (rather than an "old soul" like Langris), and though Finral would never, ever want Finesse to feel like a burden or to feel guilty about being sick, I could imagine there is more of that feeling (at least from Finesse’s side) that he has given up a lot more to be with her since his active social life would drastically change as soon as they married.

There's also the matter of the panic Finral would probably have whenever Finesse was ill or having a flare of symptoms. Of course, Langris would be worried as well, but I think because of his personality, he is better able to shelve that and help in a crisis rather than Finral who gets really worked up and then just sort of shuts down. Obviously this is something that can be learned over time, but I just worry that it would be a constant source of stress for Finral which would ultimately make Finesse very worried about him and upset that he is upset on her account. I think Finesse would have a lot of fear that the life she could give a lively, busy, & social person like Finral would be holding him back in some way. The question there is really: will what Finral wants out of life ever gel with the limitations Finesse has to live with? Whereas I don't think that question is as much of an issue with Langris since he is an old soul and incredibly steady, very unlike his more restless, adventurous, and high-energy brother.

I think Langris and Finesse are alike in this way. Though they have many differences in their personalities (and a really nice balance there), they have a lot of similarities in worldview and their attitudes towards life and their life goals—being more traditional, formal, and proper ‘old souls.' Whereas I think she and Finral have more similarities in personality (despite him being much more lively), they’re both incredibly kind, gentle & easy-going people who aren’t particularly ambitious and often make decisions based on what will make other people happy and "keep the peace." But worldview wise he seems much more modern and less traditional than her which I could see causing some tensions since I think they want different things out of life, in a way. It’s almost more important to be alike in life goals/worldview than personality, I think.

I also think Finesse and Langris share common interests and genuinely enjoy each other's company (as we get these glimpses of in the anime where they're just having a quiet, comfortable tea parties together for instance). Even if it started off as an obligation to spend time together because of this arranged marriage they were going to be in, I like to think that eventually Langris and Finesse actually became fairly good friends and came to genuinely enjoy each other's company. I guess it’s a bit unfair to Finral to bring this up since we haven’t seen him spend a lot of time with Finesse so we can't say that they don’t enjoy each other’s company but I just don’t see them having the same shared interests that she would have with Langris.

There is a lot more I could say about these two and their relationship, but I think that's enough ramblings for now. If you read this all the way through to the end, bless you. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. Cheers!! 💖

#i love them so so so much #langris vaude #finesse calmreich #langris vaude x finesse calmreich #finesse calmreich x langris vaude #finesse x langris #langris x finesse #i can't believe i never posted this (what is wrong with me?)

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Trembling {Eddie Munson}

Plot: After the events of Vecna, you're helping Eddie to recover.

Character: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader (not quite relationship but certainly more than friends)

Note: SPOILERS FOR S4 VOL 2: So in this, Eddie didn't die and Vecna did ok :) i am in denial x

His hands are trembling as he tries to rebandage the wound on his side. He's a guitar player, a skilled musician that's never struggled with shaking hands before so why the hell can't they stop trembling? Eddie yells out in pure frustration, angry at himself, angry at his wounds, angry at the world but most of all... angry at his feelings. It's been three days since the events of Vecna's death and the Upside Down and all that fun stuff but Eddie still can't stop shaking. He understood why he was shaking the first day, the blood loss, the adrenaline and the fear coursed through him then but why was he still fucking shaking?

He closes his eyes and takes a breath. From the kitchen, you hear his yell of frustration and you drop everything to rush to him and make sure he's alright. He's shirtless when you find him, arms stretched out, palms pressed against the wall. His head his down and he's breathing hard.

"Eddie?" Your voice is soft, "You okay?"

You're the only one that he wanted to be near him since Vecna. He had tolerated Dustin but only for so long. He felt as though he couldn't be weak around Dustin, he couldn't show the pain of his wounds but around you... things were different. You and Eddie had come close so many times to being something more than friends and you were more than friends but neither of you had quite admitted it yet. Around you, Eddie didn't have to pretend to be big and strong; he could be vulnerable and weak and he liked that he could be that around you.

He turns to you, eyes full of tears, "I-I can't stop shaking," he laughs bitterly, "Can't put a fucking bandage on my wounds because my hands won't stop fucking shaking." He feels pathetic and he hates it. He tears his eyes away from you, not wanting to see a disappointed frown, but it never happens.

"Here," you say softly as you take the bandage from the dresser table, "let me." You've been tending to his wounds since they happened. You and Dustin had found him a mess of blood and gashes from the Demobats. Eddie had sacrificed himself so that his friends could have a little bit extra time.

"No more running," he coughed weakly, "I didn't run, (y/n)."

Together, you and Dustin agreed that you weren't letting him die here, you weren't going to let him die at all and you'd managed to get him up and back to Hawkins. It wasn't easy but you managed to get him through the portal and back to Hawkins. You managed to get the supplies to treat him there, too scared to take him to a hospital in case they arrested him, but you and Dustin worked together to make sure his wounds were treated.

You take the antiseptic cream that he'd been prescribed once the official pardon from the mayor came through and you apply it generously to his wounds. You treat his right side first, gently and efficiently applying a thick layer of cream before applying the gauze and the bandage on top. Eddie watches you the whole time, watching as your brow furrows in concentration, watching as you examine his wounds commenting that they're looking a bit better than the previous day. He drinks in the way you touch him. He shouldn't enjoy it so much and he knows that but he cannot deny that having you treat his wounds, having your hands touch his torso, touching just above the waistline of his jeans... he doesn't want it to stop. He's not used to being touched with so much care, he's glad that it's you that gets to touch him like that.

You're trying hard to focus on his wounds, trying hard to focus on treating him, but a small part of you secretly enjoys that you're the one getting to do this; that you're the one helping him. Your hands are on him, feeling the hint of muscle definition beneath them as he tenses and flexes from the slight stings. You can feel his eyes scrutinizing your each and every move, it makes you nervous so you try and deflect attention away from you by commenting on how well his wounds are healing up.

Once you're finished, he pulls his shirt on and the two of you sit down on the edge of the bed. Eddie sighs, "I don't know what's wrong with me," he's staring at his shaking hands, "I just can't stop shaking. I shouldn't still be scared, I should be okay since it's all over but I'm not and it's- it's driving me insane-"

You cut him off by taking his trembling hands in yours, kneeling down in front of him, "Hey, it's alright... I'm still scared, I'm fucking terrified actually. I don't think that sort of thing goes away overnight. What happened to you was traumatic, from being accused of killing Chrissy-" he winces, "to a whole town man-hunt, to finding out about the Upside Down, to going in the Upside Down, to not running and to being torn apart by Demobats... You're body is trying to process and cope with the trauma of the last few days."

He hadn't thought about it like that, it comforts him a little bit actually, "When will it stop?"

"When Dustin and I found you... I couldn't stop shaking either."

"No more running," he coughed weakly, "I didn't run, (y/n)."

"Shh," you whispered, panicked as you scanned his body. Blood was gushing from various wounds, staining his Hellfire shirt and pooling around him, "here." You pulled off your shirt and with shaking hands, you pressed it against his wounds.

Dustin's eyes were wide as he stared at you and back at Eddie, "Is he... Is he gonna..."

Your whole body was shaking violently, jittering and trembling as adrenaline coursed through your body, "No," your voice was strong, "I-I can't hold it down tight enough." Due to how much you shook, your grip on his wounds wasn't enough, "I can't- I can't stop shaking." You thrust the shirt into Dustin's hands, "Tie it around him tightly. We're getting him out of here."

As you explain to Eddie what happened and how you couldn't stop shaking while trying to save him, Eddie's mind was reeling. He hadn't realised that you'd been in the same boat as he with the shaking, he hadn't realised what the toll of saving his life caused.

"There." The two of you dropped Eddie onto his bed. Dustin was panicked, frantically asking what you needed, "Towels, bowl of water, any sort of first aid stuff, uh, uh, vodka!" Dustin set to work grabbing everything as you peeled your shirt off of Eddie and then attempted to get him out of his jacket and t-shirt.

"S'not how I imagined us taking off our clothes together..." Eddie muttered, voice slurred.

"So you've imagined it before?" You asked with a quirk of your eyebrow as you scanned his wounds, "Jesus..."

"That good, huh?"

Dustin appeared a moment later with all items balanced miraculously in his arms. You grabbed the vodka first, "To clean the wounds?" He guessed as you unscrewed the cap.

You took a long swig, throat burning harshly as you swallowed it, before grimacing, "My hands won't stop shaking. Can't save him with shaking hands." You took another sip, hoping that a little liquid luck would help... You needed a miracle to save him.

"I never realised..." Eddie mutters, "I-I don't remember any of it."

"You were so out of it," you shrug, "I cleaned you up, patched you up and Dustin was in charge of keeping you talking. Once we were out of the woods, you fell asleep."

"Did your hands stop shaking?"

Breathing deep and slow, you sat by his bed, staring at him making sure he was still alive, checking constantly for his breathing. It had been two hours since he'd fallen asleep, two hours since you'd patched him up as best as you could. You were terrified with a stomach full of nerves and a heart that couldn't stop racing. Dustin had fallen asleep an hour ago, the poor kid was curled at the foot of the bed like a puppy waiting on his master to wake up. You let out a long breath as you stared at your ever-shaking hands. Eddie grumbled, shifting in his position, hand jutting close to you. You took his hand thankfully and noticed a minute later that the trembling had stopped.

"When I held yours," you squeeze his hands, "it stopped. Yours have stopped shaking too." He frowns, looking at his hands which are clasped in yours. Huh, so they have, "Mine were shaking because I was terrified, I'm guess yours are the same."

He nods, "Yeah... I guess it was all just a bit much, wasn't it?" He laughs humourlessly before he asks, "Why were you scared?"

"Do you really have to ask?" You roll your eyes, "I was shit scared of losing you, Eddie. If we lost you- if- if you died... I-I-" you shake your head and in doing so, a tear falls from you eye.

"Hey," Eddie whispers, pulling you back up to sit beside him on the bed, "C'mere." He pulls you in, wrapping you in his arms tightly and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, "The thought of losing you terrifies me too." It was an admission of sorts; a mutual 'I can't lose you'. It wasn't a full blown confession of love but it was a start and for right now, that was enough.

#reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season four #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #one shot #os #st imagine #st

[angelwheat]

Dating headcanons for Ellis & Nick? (seperated, of course!)

Left 4 Dead 2

Ellis and Nick; Dating Headcanons

yay! this is my first request writing for my sweet boy Ellis, ooh and Nick too. don't hesitate to send more requests dearie ♡

these hcs are not initially based during the apocalypse. interpret these as you will.

Ellis

To say he was nervous in the beginning, is an understatement. He needed a little bit of encouragement before he properly made a move.

He's energetic and very spontaneous. Always up and ready to bounce from one thing to another, and he wants to do everything with you.

You're the main one to hear his stories, and he loves the fact that he has someone close to him that'll listen and let him finish them for once. Nothing is better than seeing the bright smile on his face as he rambles.

Ellis is mesmerised by you. Quite often he zones out while he's simply admiring you as you mind your business. He always has the sweetest smile on his face when he does this, and he gets flustered and mumbles a lot if you happen to catch him.

Constant attention. Whether giving or receiving, Ellis always seems to be within arms reach for a hug or kiss. He hugs you often, even if he just wraps an arm around you and pulls you to his side. His favourite is hugging you from behind, and he usually can't refrain from leaving little kisses on your neck.

Ellis is a real homebody. He doesn't stray to far from home usually, but he does love to be outside. He often wants to go out for walks and have fun in the nearby fields with you, or even go for a long drive with no initial destination. So long as you'll tag along, he's happy.

Nick

That suave, big ego persona of his only heightened once you came around. He was so cocksure in the beginning, and was flirting almost immediately.

Nick tries to play it cool around you. He was quite the ladies man after all. But sometimes he has trouble keeping himself so composed. Even just admiring you, the facade has slipped a few times just for a split second, but you most likely won't see it.

Though he won't openly admit it, Nick likes to be around you. Even before you started dating he'd make up petty excuses to keep you nearby. It seemed more like him being protective.

Nick is one for subtle affection. He won't openly go to hug you in front of others, but doesn't mind if you snuggle to his side. He has quite the reputation that he likes to keep up, but deep down inside he loves it when you cling to him.

He's cautious of who you hang around with, purely because he is naturally weary and doesn't trust people, but Nick also gets jealous very easily. He gets defensive and denies it if you tease him on how jealous he gets.

Despite the cold-hearted demeanour he regularly shows, Nick has a heart, it's just reserved for you only. On few occasions he has let himself be completely vulnerable with you, but he can snap back to his usual self in a second.

#ellis l4d2 #nick l4d2 #l4d2 #l4d #l4d2 headcanons #l4d headcanons #l4d imagines #l4d2 x reader #headcanons #imagines

[pastelbatfandoms]

Seeing Red (AU)

A/N: This is another DR memory and conversation with Thawne. Most of my fanfics are memories really. This is more of an Alternate Timeline now and doesn't completely follow the OG timeline.

Renee tells Eobard about Reality Shifting, which in a sense he already does this so he understands. She tells him too much about the future though and they talk about trying to get rid of the negative speed force within him. Turns out that speed force hears them...

warnings: Dom/Sub Overtones, Reverse Flash is a warning.

Renee was sitting on Eobard's lap while he was in wheelchair. After their conversation and very intimate moment. They were sitting there before the team showed up, flirting. Telling each other what their desires are. Renee admits to being submissive. Which is something they had done on the alternate timeline.

Eowells is enjoying this entire conversation. He can't deny he likes the idea. "Oh I do enjoy being in control. Especially when it comes to you. That is not something I want to pass up."

"I also like bringing you things and letting you telling me what to do." Renee admits.

Eobard smirks down at her and replies flirtatiously. "Oh yeah? My own submissive little girl? That sounds like a dream come true to me."

"I thought you would." Renee smirks back.

Eobard smirks and bites his lip. You have no idea how much he loves hearing that. But he tries to hold himself back. "Yeah I'd have a lot of fun being your dom. I love the thought of of just using all my dominance on one person and being in charge. Especially if it's you..."

Renee notices how in control Eobard was keeping himself. Something that would lessen in the future...Until then she'd have to see how much she push... "How much fun?"

Eowells can't help but chuckle a bit as she sees the glint in his eyes. He's enjoying the fact that she's pushing him now, that she's trying to make him lose his composure. But he also notices Renee is one getting flustered and he's loving every bit of it. It's adorable and he can't help but stare before he replies in a teasing tone like he is wanting to say something more but holding back.

"Lots of fun. The kind of fun you'd be begging for more." Eobard chuckles again darkly,his tone laced with playful desire.

Renee bites her lip,lowering her eyes to look at him.

Eobard notices the change in her behavior. He can't help but just stare at her, Eobard wants nothing more than to kiss her and make her his but he holds himself back, he's feeling vulnerable and doesn't want to make his feelings anymore known than they are right now.

"I bet I could." Eobard knows he could. He's aware that he could make her beg for more. He can see the lust in her eyes and a part of wishes he could just give into it right now. But he holds himself back because he wants to keep this playful flirtation going. "I could make you want me in more ways than one..."

Renee knew she wouldn't be able to phase Thawne just yet but him biting his lip was close. Though at this point he'd break her first, which wasn't a surprise.

Eobard smirks, not looking away from her. It doesn't help that they're in the time vault together, alone. She's staring at him with lust and desire in her eyes, so close...There are so many things he wants to do to get a reaction from her. Seeing how long she can last before she breaks. "I'm curious how much would you last if I really pushed you?..."

"In what ways?" Renee asks.

Eobard grins. Letting the teasing continue. He's looking for a reaction, even a small one and he's not going to stop until he gets it. "Many ways my dear...so many..."

"In the bedroom or out of it?" Renee teases back.

Eobard jumps quickly at that idea. Responding with, "Well I could definitely push you in the bedroom and outside of it. Just depends on what you have in mind."

Renee runs a finger up his chest in a teasing manner, "I mean I would let you do anything to me outside of the bedroom within reason. Also in the bedroom but aside from the vibrating which you've already done I'm not sure what else you had in mind."

Eobard chuckles and try to hide the desire from his face now. Oh he's not going to let her have the last word. "Oh I have plenty of ideas. As long as you don't mind a little punishment from time to time."

"I just told you the spanking dream didn't I? I am well aware of how dark you can be." She smirks.

"Yes,yes you did. So I'm guessing you wouldn't mind getting one now? Because I feel a mood to put you in your place now..."

"But I didn't do anything." Renee looks at him feigning innocence.

Eobard is grinning and he can't help but laugh. He loves this game and he's enjoying her pushing him. He plays into her comment but it's true he wants to hold her down and put her in her place. "Oh I know you didn't. It's just been awhile and feel like it...Does that sounds like a problem to you?"

"Would it matter if i did?"

Eobard pauses at that. There's no way he'd let her act like that. But a little push could result in something fun. "Oh yes. Because I wouldn't get what I want and that wouldn't be good now,would it?"

{I Swear if he uses his speed right now I am going to lose it...} Renee thinks.

Eobard doesn't use his speed just yet but he does keep teasing her. It keeps her guessing and it's fun for him to see what she'll say next. Eobard is enjoying this and he can't deny the desire he now feels. "Oh so you do have a problem with it? You think I'm not going to get my way? Because I'm very confident I am..."

"Are you sure it's not just me getting what I want?" Renee smirks back.

"Oh I am very sure." Eobard is not going to let her act like she's not interested. He's not going to just play around all day. He knows what he wants and he's going to push her. He replies in a teasing tone but his eyes are piercing and serious now. "Do you maybe want to be punished? Is that what your saying?"

"And if I don't" Honestly Renee was being a brat so he's put his hands on her. Not really thinking about how smart pushing Eobard Thawne this far is...

"Then I'll have to do it anyway. But I'm sure you wouldn't really mind would you?"

{Fuck no I wouldn't.} Renee thinks,shaking her head and biting her lip.

Eobard is enjoying this little back and forth alot. He's enjoying seeing that brattiness of hers come out. This will work out perfectly for him. He's also enjoying the fact that she seems to already be getting frustrated and wants more. But he's not going to let her have that yet.

"So your saying I could whenever I want now?"

"If you want...Future Thawne would have already been out of that chair." Renee commented, looking up at him.

Eobard smirks and this time it's a bit more sadistic. He loves how she talks and he wants to use it against her. He likes her being so direct,like she really is willing to be in his hands in more ways than one. The thought is enticing and she may not realize it but she is pushing every one of his buttons. Eobard replies in a dark tone, "Is that a dare?"

"Isn't it obvious?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth Renee felt like maybe she had pushed too far...

With that Eobard sits her on floor before she can react and zooms close to her, standing over her now. That takes Renee by surprise as she looks up at him.

Eobard is definitely enjoying himself now. her reaction is the exact one he was looking for. He's starting to get that adrenaline rush that he was hoping for now, that feeling of power and dominance flooded through him.

"See I thought I made it things PRetTy obvious. But I suppose you need some encouragement." Eobard chuckles darkly as he kneels down and leans towards her. His lips almost on her neck, so close to kissing her but doesn't. He's going to tempt her. Make her beg for it. "would you like me to give you that encouragement now? Or did you have any other thoughts that might get in the way?"

"I..." Renee trailed off, nope any thoughts she had in her head disappeared at his look.

Eobard grins knowing she's vulnerable, he's got her now. Settling back in his chair,he leans back,enjoying toying with her, the power dynamic of it all. "Maybe I should just take you now and give you exactly what deserve? Or should I wait until you beg me for it?"

"I mean I'm surprised you haven't by now." Renee manages to say, Probably because she hadn't pissed him off completely yet. He seemed to be enjoying this.

Eobard smirks and leans in once again, his gaze trapping her like a cat toying with a bird. He's really going to test the waters now and push harder. He can't be mad now, she's too bratty and hot for him to be mad at. He wants to take her and she's not making it easy for him to control himself. He replies in a challenging tone, his words laced with desire. "Is that it? My girl wanting to get herself punished?"

Eobard knows that's what she wants but he's enjoying watching her struggle to say it. He's enjoying her behavior and he's enjoying the chase. Like a cat ready to pounce. But he's going to keep pushing.

As he wraps his hands around her her arms. Just so she knows he's got her. "Is that what you really want or are you just playing with me?"

"Yes." Is all she can say. Shit that hold...He only did that when he was reprimanding her.

Eobard's face goes dark and it's almost like that evil side of him is back that he tried to keep at bay but it's all just lust and desire now. His eyes are piercing and the way he's looking at her now is nothing short of predatory. He's got her and he's going to make sure she knows it. Eobard's hands tighten on her arms and even bigger grin on his face. The cat that ate the canary now... "Good."

Renee gets nervous butterflies in her stomach but also arousal at that one word combined with his gaze on her. Oh fuck...

Eobard feels it all and he's going to play into it. He keeps his grasp tight onto her arms like he owns her now. His voice laced with sadistic desire. He's not going to be lenient with her now. "Good,good. I'm going to make sure you remember this. do you really think your ready?"

Honestly Renee's not but she's willing to find out.

Eobard laughs darkly and gets that little adrenaline rush from her nervousness which is just making him more sadistic. He's enjoying this feeling of dominating her and he's going to make sure that she remembers it. Eobard keeps holding her arms and leans in even closer, almost touching her neck as he smells her arousal and even fear,enjoying it all. "I can't wait to put you in your place..." His voice becoming even raspier and darker.

Renee shudders at his words.

Eobard can see that she's feeling even more nervous now. The emotions and feelings that she's feeling is the perfect sign. You can't hide that from him and it also means she enjoys and likes it too. "Oh I know you can't wait for me to in control of you. I think it'll be fun for us both. I can't wait to break you.." Eobard is enjoying this even more now, If she doesn't play her cards right she's in for a rough time. His grip around her is tightening now. He is loving the fact that he can tell how nervous she is by her body language alone.

"I think I'm going to enjoy breaking you...I know just what I'm going to do to you..." Eobard growls into her ear. He notices her questioning gaze and leans back again,taunting her. "You really want to know? I don't think I can tell you now...Because if I share all my plans it won't be as much fun..."

Eobard chuckles but the tone is different than the one she normally hears. This one has an underlying tone of danger and the way he looks at right now is dark and predatory. Eobard is enjoying every second of it. She's letting him in and she's just so naive to how much this will end with him breaking her. So he keeps up the teasing. He's got her but he wants to play the game now. She can't be bratty and get away with it. "You know why don't I just show you now...and shut you up." Eobard moves in really close now, almost right up to her face,so their inches apart. He's so close his next words may just make her crazy. "And exactly how should I do that? With my hands, my tongue, my lips?"

"Or something else..." Renee replies, able to find her voice now.

Oh she definitely drove him crazy with that comment. His breath catches slightly at those words and his eyes shudder closed for a moment. He can't even respond and needs a moment to calm himself down. "Don't tempt me..."

Eobard pauses, staring straight at her. He doesn't say a word, only thinking about his own desires. That dark feeling becoming more and more intense,it feels wrong but right at the same time. He's already got her but now they've crossed into something more personal. Despite sharing their powers with each other earlier. He's getting her worked up as well, he can tell. His eyes flicker a darker blue,with the tiniest hint of red underneath as he lets out a sinister smirk...

Renee notices Thawne's eyes change. Reverse Flash was coming out...

Eobard's smile widens. He still wants to stay in control but just the idea of using her like that is driving him crazy. His eyes lock onto her brown ones now as she realized how they changed. His voice laced with danger. "Mmm I think I'll use my hands, among other things..."

Eobard is enjoying every moment of this. Seeing her practically kneeling before him, he moves in again and this time he's practically right on top of her, looming over her as he stands. His eyes still locked onto hers. His voice laced with the dangerous tone as his eyes, looking at her as if he's expecting her to beg..."It's clear that you want me to take control. So why don't you make it easy on me?"

"Why should I make it easy?" Renee asks wanting to retain a sliver of control,though it falters the more Eobard stares at her with that gaze.

Eobard's laughter is laced with a sinister tone as he raises his eyebrows in surprise at her words. He enjoys the fact that Renee's still pushing back and being stubborn. So he replies simply, "Because I'm not letting you be bratty for much longer...If you know what's best for you you'll stop before I make something happen."

Eobard pauses then and pulls away, he's enjoying seeing her nervousness,it's hot. It just makes the idea of punishing her that much more enticing. Even if she does beg him not to,he's still going to punish her.

Renee eyes him, not sure why he had pulled away. Yes the anticipation was making her nervous but she tried to hide it.

For a moment Eobard just looks at her, his expression not changing. He looks right into her eyes with those dark ones of his,sharp,predatory. Even with the dangerous edge back in those eyes, Renee can see a little hint of lust and desire there too...It's almost as if he's making a choice. Without asking again, Eobard doesn't waste any time and takes action. He grabs her and pulls her up to her feet now. He keeps her her close to him as he zips to the wall. Holding her wrists at either side of her. His fingers tights around her wrists.

Now Thawne has her exactly where he wants her. She's not going anywhere and even though she's a little nervous, she's still acting defiant which makes him smile a little. "And how exactly do you want me to punish you?"

"Your hands..." Renee managed to say despite her heart hammering in her chest, honestly she wanted them around her neck...

Eobard's expression darkens as if reading her mind. Just the thought of that makes him excited. "My hands...around your neck? like this?"

Eobard takes full control now as he grips her neck with one hand,the other still on her wrist. She's completely at his mercy now and he leans in closer,breathing her in. There faces barely touching. Eobard's eyes darkening to pure danger now. His grip on her tightening, choking her. A sinister smile on his handsome features, as he speaks to her with a cruel tone. "You really should be more careful around me. But I think you like it. I think you like when I take of control of you. And think you like it with my hand around you,don't you?"

"Yes..." Renee replies but inside she's not so sure,before when he did this it wasn't as far...maybe he was just toying with her,surely he'd let her go before it went too far...

Eobard leans into her,his breath on her neck, his tone dark and sinister,his hands gripping so tight it starts to hurt, He's not going to let up now he's enjoying this too much to ease up now

Still keeping the pressure on,he brings her up to make her stand on tip toes so that she can barely keep her balance. Now his grip is even tighter as he lifts her up off her feet. Now she's completely at his mercy, his fingers tightens even more, enough where she struggles to breath. He's not going to make this easy on her.

Renee's eyes widen at THAT Eobard...The one he only used on those he had no feelings for,those he could care less about....

Eobard notices her hands try to struggle free and stop him. He grips them both over her head as he slams her into the wall by her neck. He lets out a little laugh, enjoying watching her try and struggle, enjoying this power over her,as he lets go of the control he once had.

Eobard keeps up the pressure until suddenly he releases her with a wicked grin. Renee looks like she can barely a get a breath as she coughs, struggling to get air back into her lungs. Eobard is still holding her wrists,the perfect height to look down at her. "Did you really think I was going to let you breath? You're not going to be getting alot of that here. Especially when you see what happens next.."

Renee catches her breath, her head swimming a little as she registers what he says. She doesn't remember Eobard ever going that far. Her eyes light up with electricity at that.

Eobard's smile grows as he notices the electricity in her eyes. Her eyes always gave away her emotions and now it's clear she's feeling a bit of fear and mabe anger even. Eobard or should he say Reverse Flash enjoys it. {Yes let her out.} He thinks darkly.

Eobard pulls her closer and he pauses for a bit until slowly reaching up to her neck again,still holding onto her wrists. As he hisses low into her ear, "You could beg now and see if I'll let you breath. But I don't know am I letting you off too easy? Do you want to see what I can do? Because I can think I can make this just perfect for me..."

"I..." I trail off if he pushes too far Obsidian Storm will definitely come out.

It seems like she's threatening him when really it just excites him. "Oh is Obsidian going to show? I would love to see her..." Still smiling that devious dark smile. The more excited he is about the possibility, his darker side missed that storm. The question is how far did he need to push...Eobards fingers were tightening around Renee's neck again, his thumb now in front of her throat, as he presses down.

"Do you really want me to make the experience that much worse for you? I was being generous by giving you some breathing room. But maybe if I keep strangling you..."

"Eobard..." Renee's voice does come out strangled, tears pricking her eyes now.

Eobard's eyes narrow as his grip tightens even more, his eyes glowing red. "Don't call me Eobard..."

Eobard freezes then as those words and her look hits him. He lets go of her, as he stares at her processing everything that just happened.

Renee's eyes close then as that familiar white streak appears in her dark hair. And her eyes spark. "I told her wouldn't change..." Their hands spark with lightning. "Thought maybe you'd prove us wrong..."

That sudden burst of lighting coming out of Renee as Obsidian appeared,sparked something deep inside Eobard as well. The lightning was familiar and the fact she was out again, had triggered something in him...A memory...

{It's the negative speed force} Renee tells Storm with her thoughts. {I know.} Storm replies grimly.

Eobard's eyes darken then. His old personality that negative part of him returning as the old memory does.

Shit we went too far...Renee thinks, "Thawne look at me, you can fight it." Storm tells him.

Eobard blinks a little trying to clear his mind. The speed force was still trying to take control but it doesn't work as soon as he looks into her or rather their eyes.

"Eo please...come back.." Renee pleads with him. Obsidian Storm readying herself to fight if Eobard couldn't hold back the negativity inside of him.

Eobard still tries to clear his mind, fighting the negative speed force inside of him as he closes his eyes.

"Eo come back to us...remember me." Renee pleads, her eyes brimming with tears.

Eobard's eyes open at her voice the speed force finally fading. His eyes don't have that edge anymore and he finally comes back to himself. He looks at her at them with a guilty expression on his face as he sees her tears. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." He wants to reach out and pull her into him but he's worried about what might happen with the speed force still lurking inside.

Obsidian Storm fades then and Renee has to keep herself from falling.

Eobard's eyes follow her but he still doesn't move afraid of what might happen. So instead of holding her like he wants to, he reaches out a hand,grasping her to keep from falling.

Renee stares at him then, "You've never done that before..." Sure yes in that future, past or alternate timeline now she wasn't sure, Eobard and her had played some dominant games he had never intentionally hurt her.

Once she had steadied herself, Eobard doesn't even try to stop himself as he grabs her to him, holding tightly in relief.

Renee tenses but allows him to hold her. Eobard stares straight ahead for a moment. So relieved the speed force hadn't taken over completely. "I'm sorry, I...got carried away...I..." he trails off at a loss of what to say.

"Storm is still upset. I understand for the most part." Renee answers, the words are reassuring but the tone is still cold as if Renee herself is trying to keep herself under control.

Thawne's guilty expression is still their and doesn't want to upset her at all as he holds her as if he might lose her... "I really am sorry, it just came over me..."

Renee sighs trying to calm herself down. "I think it's the speedforce not wanting me to be with you."

Eobard thinks about what she said, "It's possible. I mean I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and be someone different. Maybe that's what the speed force is trying to push me away from. From you."

"Yeah because it know I'm the one that can help you change."

Eobard looks at her then,his expression hopeful. "So do you believe we're going to be the ones to make changes in each others lives? That we can help one another?"

Renee hesitates but says, "Well I'm helping you anyway. This time...I've always been a villian with you before."

Eobard nods, thinking about what she said, "So do you think this time will be different? Do you think we can stay on the right path for each other, for once?"

"I hope so. But the speed force is really going try and stop us. They could have killed me if Storm hadn't stepped in. They saw I was pushing you and took that opportunity to take hold. I shouldn't have done that..." Renee trails off,looking down.

Eobard's eyes go wide in concern when she says that. This just makes the negative speed force even more dangerous. But then Eobard remembers what he had thought about previously of the Reverse Flash wanting Obsidian Storm to come out of that dark side of hers returning. He had liked it and his voice starts to take on that edge once more. "You had me remembering some stuff too you know...I remember that feeling in the past or future of being in control of you...it felt quite good..."

"I know but at that time you could control it. Right now I don't think you can." Renee admits as she moves away from him.

Eobard stops himself and doesn't say anything more. Your words clearly struck true and he didn't mind...maybe he liked being in control and powerful again after so long of pretending. It would be so easy to give in again...

Renee see's that look take over and eyes him warily. "Maybe it's too early Maybe we rushed..." To herself she thought, {Maybe I shouldn't have told him everything. }

Eobard cocks his head at her as he considers giving in again but he manages to keep Reverse Flash at bay for now as he says, "Maybe you're right. Maybe we're going to fast. I mean there is a pretty dark side to our past that we'd have to confront again at some point...Maybe we shouldn't jump into this right away."

Renee knew Eobard was just speaking logically. But her anxiety was already up and she didn't feel like there was a chance now. "Yeah maybe you're right..." Renee closes her eyes in defeat. This wouldn't be the first time she had to let him go...

Renee wills herself not to cry. The old Thawne would have tried to make her stay. Renee remembered what she had said to him then, "it's okay to feel Eo..."

Eobard gives a sad smile and wants to comfort you but the darkness is still trying to creep in and it would be a bad time for a display of emotion like this. Eobard shakes his head a little bit as he gets up and turns away. If he doesn't leave now he could lose himself to the darkness and this would not only be over but even more painful.

Renee tries to stop him then, "Eobard wait..."

That dark look immediately comes over his face as Eobard stops,turning around to look at her.

This wasn't what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to fight for her like she had him all those times before. They were supposed to fight together.

If this was like before,he would have fought for you. But I guess some things never change...So instead of this being more painful for her. Instead of fighting for her again and have him slip back into that dark animalistic side again, he was going to make it quick and easy for Renee and himself. Eobard had been as selfish as that darker version of himself. So instead of fighting for them,he's going to give her what he thought she wanted,what she deserved.

"No one asked you to fight for me...In fact I told you that we probably rushed into this. So if we're going to slow down...then we have to be apart." Eobard is trying to appear calm, as he tries to fight back his emotions.

Renee doesn't hear the emotions behind the words,just the words themselves as she bites back, "So I guess you fucking ruined Barry's life for nothing. I died in the future for nothing."

His expression immediately darkens at her comment. But he says nothing. But it clearly hurts him.

Renee just shakes her head at his silence. "Never mind. It never changes no matter what I do or say." She says bitter.

Eobard's expression just gets worse as he realizes how terrible he made you feel. So in an attempt to make it up,he comes up with the worst possible idea possible. As he says the words he doesn't mean, "Look it doesn't matter at this point. The whole point of me trying to change is because I realized I messed you up back then. So if I need to leave in order for you to be happy,then I will." It was the most unselfish decision Eobard had ever made,but Renee didn't see it that way.

"Who said that's what I wanted?!" Renee yells, angry now.

Eobard though kept his composure, "Doesn't matter. I'm the one that fucked everything up in your life, I might as well make this change for you."

"That isn't your choice to make."

Eobard let out a bitter laugh at that. "I see. So this is once again about you taking my power. Making me feel helpless again. Is that it?"

Renee faltered at that, "I'm not trying to..."

"Well you're doing an amazing job at it. You don't even notice how this is making me feel...Your using the same tactics on me that I did..."

Renee lifts her head up, looking him in the eyes. "No Thawne, I'm not. But if you want to leave, I'm not going to beg you stay not this time. As much as it hurts" Then that strong persona drops and not being able to control it anymore, tears stream down her face.

Eobard's voice comes out with a sound of guilt and unshed tears that he himself is trying to hold back. "It's funny because you know at any other time I would have fought for us...But right now I can't risk it. I can't risk the speedforce...I don't want to end up hurting you more than I have now." He looks down not being able to look at her now. "I wish I knew what to do,what to tell you. I never thought you'd be the one to hurt me now. I thought we were strong enough. But I guess I made a mistake. Maybe it was foolish of me...But I can see the pain in your eyes Renee, I don't like that I put it their."

Renee looks down as well, feeling defeated. "I don't know what to say. I don't think anything I say will change anything." She answers quietly.

"I suppose you're right about that. I know there's nothing more I can do or say. So I guess...It's over than. You're just going to walk away and leave me here forever alone. Just like I did to you, so that's fair right?"

Renee looks at him incredulously. "Why are you acting like I never fought for you? That's all I ever did, I still would and you can't even..." He words trail off as she looks away, her eyes pained as she shakes with anger and on the brink of a breakdown as she can know longer keep the emotions and feelings of betrayal at bay. "Fuck!" She yells as her eyes light up again and lightning hits a wall. No longer keeping Storm at bay anymore. "Screw being a hero, I'm done." As she storms out. It was better this way, let Storm take over now.

Eobard just watches her leave in surprise and heartbreak, eyeing the scorch mark on the wall. After a moment,his head spinning with worry he texts her.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from but it doesn't have to be this way. You're so much more than a villian..."

Renee surprisingly responds back, but it is not what Eobard wants to hear, "I've been the villain before. Except you weren't with me. I did join the rogues after you died, why wait?"

Eobard frowns in confusion now. She's actually embracing being the villian now? Something he would have expected her to fight with everything she had. But he doesn't know what that time and this one had done to her....

{He really doesn't get it?} Renee thinks, She had joined the rogues before because she had given up, she felt lost...alot like now.

"don't do this please." Eobard text's back frantically. "At least let me come for you. Come back to Star Labs and we can talk." He waits but no response comes, half and hour passes as still nothing. Not one to wait around he gets an idea and sends her one last message...

'Actually you know what? Let me try and find you. I can trace your location remember?" When he gets no response he takes that as a yes and starts trying to locate her.

{Where the hell did she go?} He wonders to himself. Eobard doesn't like the fact he can't find her now. So he decides to enlist the Teams Help, he leaves out the fact that they are were? a couple. With his speed the way it is though he can't very well scour all of Central City looking for her.

They make good time and think they pinpointed her location when suddenly Eobard gets a text, It's Renee or rather Obsidian Storm.

"You know maybe I won't be A villain...maybe I'll just be yours. Don't worry I'll come to you..."

To Be continued...

A/N: Thought this was getting too long so part 2 will up next!

Part 2

#personal #the flash #eobard thawne #reverse flash #Reverse Storm #desired reality #dr memories #my oc #fanfiction

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Shackles and crutches

Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader

Just a number of toxic relationship headcanons. I love me some lovely angst, so here it is. Also, I injected some of my real life experiences here, so I guess this counts as venting. Squint and you'll see a lot of Mitski's influence.

That being said, this piece will contain themes of abuse ranging from physical, emotional, psychological and etc.

I do not condone nor glorify such things.

💚 How did it started... Well to make a long story short, what happened was a series of slow burn. Edward Nygma is a man who grew wary to those who grows close to him and try as he may he push them away even if it killed him to be touched, embraced, loved. And there came the time where one came close enough and he lets it happen without much of a struggle after for so long. It felt so fucking good and he doesn't want to admit that you make him feel this way. Old habits die hard, the distrust was still there. God, you have no idea if he lets his walls down completely, you'd know how to destroy this man. As if you already didn't know that, for a man who considers himself as an enigma he was so fucking easy to read.

💚 Everything was well. Well, at least you were meant to believe that. From the very beginning this relationship was doomed to become sticky for both parties involved. But you didn't know that. All you knew is that he hates everything but you and there's something so special about that. His only piece of sanity, the one who keeps him grounded. It was a huge fucking deal to him. He can go on and on about how you mean so much to him. But words are not his bond.

💚 So... What would you do with a loving feeling, when they only love you when you're all alone? He isn't exactly the PDA man as much as he loves you, that's okay, right? Everyone has boundaries. But what he does that's very upsetting was denying his relationship with you with fellow rogues.

Him? Attached to somebody? This somebody named Y/N L/N? The moron whom he can easily make them do his bidding? Ha!

You'd think that this was just him being protective. "I can let them know what my relationship with you is, or they'll make use of you for leverage."-kind of deal but no. It's more like, "I can't let them know that I'm vulnerable to someone."

Should the whole world know that the incredible mind of Edward Nygma couldn't resist such a primitive desire for companionship, they'd think he's another one of them— the weak-minded dullards.

💚 The very first crack of the relationship came in the form of Edward finding himself wrapped around Catwoman's paws. You have nothing against her, you know that's just how she is with everybody. But Edward liked the attention and despite being in a relationship with you, he yearned to press forward. And besides, Cat doesn't know your relationship with him, he often denies your relationship with everyone anyways.

💚 You know, Edward is difficult to confront. Mostly because it will become one-sided. It's funny because you were the one who confronted him and yet he takes over and would begin to talk over you, that you wouldn't get the chance to speak. He'd fill the whole room with arguments that doesn't correlate with the topics at hand.

"Edward, I'm not mad... I'm just upset that you let her—"

"Oh, so you have the utter audacity to claim that my meetings with Miss Kyle were of personal intention instead of professional? You're delusional, Y/N. Do you see me fuming when you'd talk to others behind my back?"

"Please, Edward listen—"

"Oh hark who's talking! You don't see me accusing you for cheating when you were getting a little friendly with everyone! You think I wouldn't know?! I'm not a moron!"

To save his hide, his voice flares raw numbering the times where he stayed silent when you would talk to others behind his back. He kept it vague enough, but filled it with implications so if you were to deny, he'd have an ammunition to claim that you were being defensive. If you were confused at his insinuations, he'd accuse you of playing dumb.

Either way, there's no winning in this one. If you were to confront him, he'd flip the table on you out of defense. He's perfect, why would he make mistakes? It's obvious you were at fault here.

💚 It was one of the red flags raised, but did you loved him less?

After that particular arguement, Edward noticed how reserved you became, dismissive even. He thought it was fucking petty of you to give him the cold shoulder but fine, two can play at this game... But then it lasts longer than he likes, he'd start getting antsy. Gets into a fit, destroying a few things and when the boiling point had simmer, he would collapse in heap of tears, just a sobbing mess. His head would start racing about how he doesn't deserve you, how you're always there and how he doesn't know how to live on without you. He'd start apologizing frantically, in his knees even, sobbing and clinging on to you.

💚 What was it that Edward did to make you so attached, shackled was the right word if you weren't being in denial. All your friends and family see is a man who throws a fit when things won't go his way and that's what he is, a manchild. That's why you can never bare to leave him.

💚 After the whole fiasco had somewhat cooled down, he's still plagued with the paranoia of you leaving and so he does all his might to ensure that you'd be there, by giving you abundance of whatever the fuck. He would start being clingy, disregarding his work for a while in favour of spending time with you, his... Significant other.

"Y/N-dear, I have a riddle for you: What's otherworldly, ethereal, and beyond undescribably beautiful?"

"Oh um..."

"The answer? You." He says, making you feel loved.

💚 By this he'd miss a lot of times working on his cluster fuck of metal and code, he'd drop you off again. At first it isn't bad, but all things spiral downwards as it lasts. And the cycle perpetuates.

Suddenly, you're the reason why he's distracted. Suddenly you're not the center of his world anymore. Suddenly you didn't exist.

💚 And repeat.

💚 The first time Edward raised his hand on you was a time when you told him the truth, when you started to realise the truth.

"You know what? No on with self-preservation would have stayed with you for long! That's why no one has ever been there for you! You make everything about yourself, you're so self-centred and arrogant--"

The back of his hand collides against your face, sending you reeling backwards with wide eyes. Your trembling hand reached to touch the sting upon your cheek, your glossy eyes laden with betrayal. The man before you was too enraged to even look you in the eye, or even turn around to look at you. He remains haunched over his desk, white-knuckling the edge of his table. It wasn't until you left, when he threw the desk against the wall.

💚 And when you'd attempt to leave, he'd use all of his resources to locate you and when he does find you...

"Y/N!" He latched his malnourished form around you, his arms were possessive shackles binding in you in place. "Why did you leave me? I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, please forgive me! Don't leave me, please!"

He cried on your chest, he held you tight that you couldn't breathe. He never wants you to leave, you're the only one that keeps him together, makes him feel loved.

💚 To feel so responsible for another's stability, to go as far to ignore your own just so you can be made certain that they're in the state of mind wherein they wouldn't hurt themself-- it was wrong. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't bear it if it ever comes to him letting himself go due to your negligence.

And so you stayed. Until you decayed.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nygma x reader #arkham riddler #arkham riddler x reader

[honestlyvan]

Also like with the caveat of Your Yum Is Not Mine And That's Fine, and that I promise I'm not just being a bitter hater b/c I'm a BulkJack shipper first and foremost, the reasons Arrogant Ace Wheeljack engaging in pigtail-pulling with Stony Professional Ratchet doesn't work for me really is the lack of coherent motivation, Wheeljack having no real reason to antagonise Ratchet, but doing it just because it's fun to because he wants to be acknowledged by someone he thinks is cool

when, like... a source of conflict that is right there is the way Ratchet treats Bulkhead, the way he's just unerringly shitty and dismissive of his existence and contributions. Like, there's nobody on the team Ratchet is as casually callous with as he is with Bulkhead, no matter how successfully Bulkhead pulls his weight with the team.

If you want Wheeljack to act petty and vindictive and seek out a conflict with Ratchet because something about him threatens Wheeljack's sense of identity, you've got your conflict right there! Even if you don't want to tap into the potential of the one chink in Wheeljack's armour being that he really does genuinely care about Bulkhead and Miko, you could lean into him taking Ratchet's disrespect towards Bulkhead as his disrespect towards the Wreckers as a whole, and have Wheeljack feel threatened and offended that way.

Wheeljack taking it upon himself to be offended on Bulkhead's behalf is already a thing. Bulkhead not wanting to play that game and instead trying to keep the peace between him and Ultra Magnus is almost so painful he runs away entirely. If you really wanna write conflict driven by Wheeljack's arrogance and pride, you don't have to fabricate self-esteem issues for him, the bones of it are right there, in his pride as a Wrecker being threatened by proxy no matter how many times Bulkhead tries to tell him that it's not much of a thing to be proud of, anymore.

#Transformers Prime #Maccadam #WheelMags shippers are generally better about this I feel #although the absence of Wheeljack's friendship with Bulkhead... is still a thing that bothers me #just as a Big Fan of Bulkhead #Like I feel like people make writing Wheeljack ships way harder on themselves than it needs to be #when they completely fail to utilise the fact that Wheeljack does #very much #have a best friend who understands him and is capable of wingmanning for him and assisting in conflicts Wheeljack himself is incapable #or unwilling #to get himself out of #So many fics could redeem themselves just by having a scene of Bulkhead going 'he's a dumdum but bless his spark I want him to be happy' #before he goes to provide context about Wheeljack Being Like That to his love interest #because HE knows Wheeljack will just dig his heels in if he thinks he's right #And deny himself things he wants because he'd have to admit to vulnerability just for a little bit #And even if you're just like morally and politically opposed to writing Bulkhead #goddamn the Wrecker identity is SO important to Wheeljack and it almost NEVER gets mined for character conflict #fannish

[beeindaclouds]

This is gon' be so straight forward. DSMP members reactin' to ya death. Takes place when Wilbur blew up lmanburg or when Techno did

Hallo, thank you for requesting!

I was keeping this one for today, cause I didn't want to post it yesterday lol

I'm gonna prepare tissues just in case it gets sad

Hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP reacting to you dying pt. I

Pairings: C!Dream, C!Georgenotfound, C!Sapnap, C!Badboyhalo, C!Skeppy, C!Quackity, C!Karl Jacobs, C!Wilbur Soot x Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

❝ C!Dream ❞

Here's the thing

Dream promised himself to not get attached

Because attachments would just weakened him down

But he couldn't lie that seeing you die in the midst of L'mamburg did hurt him, a lot

He had to keep everything in, but inside he was really hurt; he just didn't want to admit it to himself

But if you lost all 3 of your lives and were actually dead he'd revive you without giving you an explanation

❝ C!Georgenotfound ❞

He'd think it was a dream

Since he sleeps most of the time, he rarely thinks that things that actually happened, well, happened

But after hearing you say that you lost one of your lives, he'll deny it

He doesn't want to believe it and will hide away in his dreams

If he ever does come to terms with it or you're gone for good, he'd ask DreamXD for help

❝ C!Sapnap ❞

I don't think he could handle it

Between whats happening with Quackity and Karl, one of his closest friend manipulating people and the other asleep most of the time, it be too much for him

But I feel like the last straw would be if you were actually dead for good

He'd lose all hope by then and would probably be more vulnerable to a certain smile mask wearing dude

❝ C!Badboyhalo ❞

Let's say that this happens after Skeppy dies because of him or that you died because of the egg

He'd feel guilty and blame himself for everything

If you did lose all your lives tho, he'd blame himself even more

Probably isolate himself just to not hurt other people he cares about

❝ C!Skeppy ❞ [Platonic]

Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he's not gonna believe it

He'll continue to do so because he's scared of the truth

But once you are gone he'd lose all he's sense of hope and happiness

Cause not only did he lose one his best friends to an egg...he also lost you

❝ C!Quackity ❞

He's another one that promised himself to not get attached to anything

And yet the second you were hurt he went on a whole revenge journey to take back the life you lost

This is gonna be extremely sad, but I have to write it

You lost your third life with Charlie

Purpled told Quackity to choose one, and he couldn't

So he threw both of you in the lava and that's where he last saw you

[I took a pause here cause I actually got sad at this one :')]

❝ C!Karl Jacobs ❞

He would understandably be sad about your first death

And tries to stay by your side so that you don't lose another

But if your gone completely he'd try to remember you as much as he can by writing more about you

Eventually tho he'd start to forget and probably cries as he tries to remember why this faceless person who he only knows the name is so important to him

❝ C!Wilbur Soot ❞

Oh god, ok

Let's start off by saying that Pogtopia Wilbur wouldn't care as much if you lost one life or if you were gone, let's be honest

L'manburg Wilbur and Ghostbur on the other hand would be devastated, especially if you have a very close bond. Maybe Ghostbur doesn't understand it at first until he sees your ghost form or doens't see you at all

Revivebur would hide his pain, because he doesn't want to seem weak. But he can definitely never look at your ghost form

Part II

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmpscenarios #dsmpscenarios #mcytscenarios #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader #beescenarios

[admiringlove]

kisses

+synopsis: genshin boys and the types of kisses they like.

+genre: fluff; headcanons.

+characters: kaeya; diluc; childe; zhongli.

+warnings: none.

+author’s note: brb squealing, neutral reader as always!

+navigation: main menu, genshin menu.

— KAEYA.

the teasing kiss; makes you keep coming back for more and lingers on your lips for hours on end.

kaeya liked kissing you. the sweet feeling of your lips against his, the way you'd blush right after he pulls you in all too suddenly, the way you'd bury your head in his chest right after—hiding the flustered state you were in.

he knew he was a tease, but he secretly liked the way you hid yourself from him. the way you clung to him with both hands right after kissing him would make his heart throb for you. he himself would be shocked, a tiny tint caressing his cheeks as you look up at him with your innocent eyes. the way you'd break out into laughter after looking at him, and the way he'd pull you back in to shut you up.

kaeya's kisses lingered on your lips for hours after he'd been with you. they were reminiscent; he'd kiss you passionately then pull away to taunt you, but upon seeing the pout on your lips, he'd pull you back in. he liked the feeling of your hands in his hair, the feeling of your lips locked against his because he loved you with all he had. although he was one to throw mockeries at you more often than not, he still made sure you knew that he loved you. with his little affirmations, his soft touches, his ever-loving smiles, and last but not least, his lingering kisses.

— DILUC.

the slow and drawn out kiss; filled with passion and neither wants to let go.

diluc may be reserved, but his love and his passion were reserved only for you. the way his eyes would brighten just the tiniest bit when you walked into the room, or how his eyebrows relaxed when you locked gazes with him—he loved to cherish what the two of you had.

so his kisses were long. he'd hold you close, and he was always scared to let go. he secretly hoped you didn't either because he'd always draw it out as much as he could. he would only pull away when at least one of you was completely breathless, chest heaving as you breathed in the air. his kisses were warm; the feeling of coming back home after a tiring journey was how you'd described it once. he'd smiled at you then, pulling you in for such a kiss that felt like home. warm, just like a hearth.

they were filled to the brim with passion. diluc may be a quiet man, but he always spoke through his actions rather than his words. he'd hold you a bit tighter on some days(days where he felt like he didn't want to let go of you unless absolutely necessary), and lighter on some days(when he felt like you were the most fragile thing on this planet, so he had to cherish you until he could).

so yes, diluc was in love with you. yes, he showed you through his kisses how infatuated he was with your smiles. yes, he held you with utmost care because he didn't want to lose you. and yes, his kisses were the most passionate and the most loving.

— CHILDE.

the sudden kisses; in the middle of a sentence, catching your lips and pulling you into his arms.

childe loved watching you talk about your interests. he loved listening to you rant about how the bookstore didn't have that new sequel of the series you'd been waiting to read. he liked listening to your rambles about how you'd defeated matachurls or how you'd singlehandedly taken out members of the abyss order.

but childe also loved kissing you in the middle of your sentence. he's a total flirt about it too—you remember you were telling him to be home at least half an hour earlier, but he'd kissed you when you were telling him to go take a shower. of course, you'd melted into it, your hands at the back of his neck as his found your waist and pulled you closer to him. his sapphire blue eyes locked onto yours with passion and mischief as your foreheads collided against one another, chests heaving as you tried to breathe.

he loves to give you a fond smile right after, making you blush the tiniest bit before you begin talking again, accusing him of distracting you and making you forget about your prior conversation. he liked watching you scold him for being reckless, but most of all, he loved pulling you back in. the way you'd playfully punch his chest right after would make him laugh alongside you.

he loved you. he'd come to that realization long ago because his knees grew weak whenever you smiled because of him. and when he eventually tells you, he doesn't expect you to say it back to him, but he's grateful that someone like him has someone like you to come back home to.

— ZHONGLI.

the forehead kiss; filled with the utmost care and compassion, but also the affirmations that come along with them. 

zhongli had dealt with a lot in the six-thousand years that he's lived till now. yet not once, had someone like you come along.

he loved cherishing you to the fullest. he had a vulnerable side that he showed to you and only you; holding your hand with the utmost care, thinking that he'd break you because of how fragile you might be. or the way his heart skipped a beat whenever he pressed a peck to your forehead. a blush would overcome his cheeks, his eyes frantic until you reach up and caress him before you press your lips on his(if his heart skipped a beat before, then it did about ten backflips now).

he's a fool in love. he knows it himself, but he can't deny it when it comes to you. he has a habit of staring, and when you catch him, he's flustered, but he continues to give you a smile(which throws you off as well). he admits that you're better at love than he is, but he won't stop showing you how much he cares. he won't stop kissing your forehead every chance he gets.

and if he has to wait another six-thousand years for you to come along again, he'll gladly do so.

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".

He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.

His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.

Something she'd never do before.

And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.

And that's where you came in.

You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.

Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.

You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.

Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were

Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.

Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.

Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.

You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.

Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.

You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.

As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.

Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.

This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.

Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.

You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.

Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.

Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.

Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.

Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.

'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'

Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.

Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.

His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.

He felt so cold...

He had no one.

No one loved him.

He felt so cold...

It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.

The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.

You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.

Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.

Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.

Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.

Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.

Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.

Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.

Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.

Stolas felt cold.

He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.

His wife couldnt stand him.

His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.

He had nothing and no one.

No one loved him.

Why should he even go on.

Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.

So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.

You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.

It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.

Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.

He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.

You just... gave it freely.

He couldnt help himself.

It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.

And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.

You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.

He didn't know why but your words brought out

Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.

The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.

Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.

You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.

Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.

Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.

Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.

But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.

You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.

While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.

While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.

So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.

You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.

Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.

His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.

Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.

Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.

He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.

Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.

Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.

Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.

'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'

Stolas pulled back at that.

Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Stolas hadn't thought of that.

What if Blitzø did walk in?

Finding him with one of his employees.

In his office.

Would Blitzø be upset?

Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...

Would Blitzø even care?

There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'

Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.

He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.

It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.

His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.

'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'

' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.

'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'

'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.

Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.

There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.

But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.

He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.

How could you say no?

With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.

'Lock the door' you whispered.

#helluva boss #helluva stolas #x reader #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #stolas x reader #stolas

[sinfulwrites]

Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out as nb

Including Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers (peepaw, RZ) and Jason Voohees

(Forgive me if its OOC)

Bubba Sawyer

I believe it's his first time hearing about non binary people, and he would find himself intrigued by your explanation. He doesn't know how to explain it, but he understands in a deep way.

He would 100% support you and correct others that missgenser you, even if he cannot use words, he would make sure that they get the message

Bubba loves you by you, he just cares for you happiness and nothing can change that.

I'm sorry but Bubba goes by he/they/she and none can change my mind.

Bo Sinclair

He's kinda lost, but wouldn't stop you while explaining, he would pay genuine attention (even if he tried later to deny it)

Living in a forgotten ghost town means that a lot of information and gets lost in their way there, istg this man still believes that pluto is a planet, but that doesn't stop him from trying

After that day you would find him practicing your preferred name till he gets it right, he doesn't want to make you feel bad or getting missgendered, even if its all new to him

Believe me when I say that this man would do wrong any visitor that tried to mock you in any way.

He would also try new things with you if you wanted to, painted nails, cutting your hair or letting it long, trying new clothes? You name it.

Michael Myers 2018

It didn't surprised him, he pays really good attention to you, and your comments about yourself. If he hear you using they/them pronouns on yourself too much, that's the way he would refer to you in his head.

He would only get annoyed if you thought he would be mad at you by this. He feels that he's lucky he even got you in a first play, wdym he would he pissed by this?

If someone hurt you, made you feel dysphoric or missgendered you on purpose, they're dead. 100% under ground.

He may be old, but you cannot tell me that he's that old.

Michael Myers RZ

Wouldn't see a problem with it, he would just till his head trying to understand a reason why you felt like this was change anything

Seen you this vulnerable, opening up about something this important is what reminds him why he loves you, because he knows that he can be as vulnerable with you.

Would just get near and rest his forehead against yours, in his little own way to tell you that it is all fine

You identifying as nb won't change his feelings for you

If he sees something with nb flag colors in it, he's taking it, it's your now, nono, it's yours. Don't ask where it came from, take it.

Jason Voorhees

Expect this man to steel books about gender expression and read them just for you

Would 100% be by your side from day one. And even write you down little nb jokes in your lunch or notebooks to cheer you up

"What do you say when your nb friend is feeling down? Their their"

He's trying his best, please remind him that he's doing it great

OMG, SEAL!!! (Can I call you Seal?)

Never apologize for being OOC, we embrace OOC on this blog. I'll absolutely admit right now my Michael's are probably very OOC, but I have fun writing them, and that's what's important at the end of the day. You should start writing, Seal 🥺❤

I GOTTA DISSECT THIS AND APPRECIATE IT ALL!

Bubba might not understand 100% right away, but he's supporting you regardless! And as you said, he definitely feels a connection with you on this topic. Bubba isn't a very confrontational guy, but if anyone misgendered you or tried to make fun of you, he's right there next to you to defend you. 😤 Bubba absolutely goes by he/she/they! 🥺❤ And if any if his family say a word about it I'm gonna throw hands 😤 I think we can all agree Bubba absolutely gets himself dolled up and beautiful some days 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I wonder if he'd let me help with his makeup 😍

Bo is definitely behind on the times, but his heart is in the right place. He might not fully get it yet, but he's gonna support you all the way. He's always so mad at himself if the old name slips off the tongue, but it's definitely not intentional. His apology smooch earns him forgiveness 😌 He'd absolutely make sure his brothers are calling you your preferred name too, and if anyone who wanders into this town disrespect you? The smooth act drops, he gets you out of there first before killing them right in the middle of the road. Vincent won't be able to make a sculpture, but he didn't want to look at them anymore anyways. Omg, imagine Bo letting you paint his nails too? 🥺❤ Maybe only black, but I think he'd let you once, and then he'd realize how much he likes his nails painted. He won't admit that to anyone but you though.

You're right, Peepaw isn't that type of old. If anything, I think he'd also have a connection deep down. Gender was never really something Michael thought about. He knew he was a man, but did he feel like one? Truth be told, he doesn't know what being a man is supposed to be. All Michael knows is that he likes to be un-percived by the public, simply referred to as a Shape. While it is not the same, he would understand not wanting to be referred to by a gender. That's why he's upset when you tell him you were worried he would be mad. He could never be mad about something like that, and like you said, he's so lucky to have you in the first place. What you identify as is never going to change that! Whether you change your name, change your look, Michael is still going to love you. If you want new clothes or jewelry, he's on the hunt for it. If anyone dares even give you a nasty look? They'll never find their bodies. He doesn't know how to tell you properly through words, so he hopes you know from all the things he can do for you.

When RZ Michael sees how vulnerable you are when you come out to him, he immediately knows he can trust you with his own inner demons. If your confession pushes you to tears simply from relief after he didn't reject you like you feared he would, he will hold you close and let you cry it out on his chest. He'll even shed a tear of his own, but you won't see it. Not yet. After your body stops shaking he will lift your chin so he can press his forehead against you, and give you a small kiss on your nose. It's the first time he's ever been so intimate, and it's because he wants you to know he still loves you and supports you, he just lacks the words to say it. Nothing changes for him. You're still you. One day he found a nb flag and stuck it right on the house. Just so the neighbors know. And he'll make sure to do plenty of threatening with his knife if anyone has anything to say about it to you. Also, he's another one who'd let you paint his nails if you wanted to...

Oh Jason, my beloved 🥺❤ He is not afraid to admit he doesn't understand, but he is going to learn. If you're willing to explain it over and over, he is going to pull over a chair and listen. If you're busy, he will find another source to learn from. Leave the forest if he must to find another source. He is your number one supporter, through and through. He's right there on the bed as you show him your new looks, always giving you his support through eager head nods and thumbs ups, but don't forget the kisses and twirly hugs 🥰 Oh my god yes, he would make little jokes like that to cheer you up! 😭 He knows he's helpless to protect you from any assholes you encounter at work or school, but he hopes his little notes reminds you he's still there for you, even if everyone else turns away from you 🥺 He loves and cares for you so much because you do the same in return, you accept him for all of him, even what's under the mask. Your gender identity is never going to make him feel differently about you. He never does these things for you to get a thank you, he might even try to discourage you from trying to thank him for being such a good lover, but he melts very quickly under your kisses and a nice firm hug 🥺❤

I loved this entire post, thank you so much! 😭 I can't get enough of these soft slasher headcanons. These made me smile so wide. And no worries, I know who dropped this lovely thing in my box, even with the missing emoji 😉

#asks #🦭anon #this soft fluff was very much needed today thank you 🥺❤ #slasher x reader

[beclynn-herondale]

Similarities that I see between Jace and Céline

(these are just my thoughts. Press read more to see them.)

↑ this chaotic energy. You think he got it from Stephen? Nah.

Her anxiety reminds me of Jace's. And like their thought process was similar in ways.

They both struggled with belonging.

Céline corrected Robert when he said "Just like a warlock. Always for sale."

And Céline was like "Always on sale."

Again Jace energy.

Céline knew Amatis, Stephen's wife. At least, she knew enough. Amatis was sharp-tongued and stuck up. She was opinionated, argumentative, stubborn, and not even that pretty. There were also rumors that she still secretly associated with her werewolf brother. Céline didn't much care about that—she had nothing against Downworlders. But she had plenty against Amatis, who obviously didn't appreciate what she had. Stephen needed someone who would admire him, agree with him, support him. Someone like Céline. If only she could make him see that for himself.

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Jace's smile was as bland as buttered toast. "Go on, go after him. Pat his head and tell him he's still your super special little guy. Isn't that what you want to do?"

But he couldn't look at Simon without wanting to kill someone.

“And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop. When I saw you sitting on the couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me—i should have been the one sitting with you. The one that made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me.”

↑ Their bitterness, anger, jealousy, and envy towards the person who had the person they wanted and in general has the same energy in my opinion.

They both were angry and jealous of people who had it better or they considered to be good—Like, that was why Jace hated Simon so much at first, because Simon was everything Jace thought he'd never get to be, he just didn't realize it.—And Céline was angry of the kids in the academy who had loving parents and good childhoods, and weren't damaged like she was—they both were angry because somebody was someone or had something they thought they'd never get to be or have. (In Céline's case she never actually got it, not really.)

They both like to wander around when upset.

They both aren't too fond of the Silent Brothers. And I think that has to do with their head being full of certain things they don't want others to know, and the Silent Brothers speak in your mind, almost like they're reading your thoughts.

They're both observant, which could be from growing up in abusive and toxic environments but could also just be they're observant people.

They both can tell when someone is off. We see this when Céline sees through Valentine's mask. Jace often saw through the lies of people in TMI and still does.

And the both hate being pitied. Like it angers them when people pity them, we see that with Jace quite often in TMI, but we see it when Dominique says this: “Every Downworlder in Paris knows about poor Céline Montclaire, wandering the city like a murderous little Éponine. We all feel a little sorry for you.”

And then Céline thought this: Céline lived with a steady, secret simmer of rage, but now she felt it boiling over.

↑ Again, the above reminds me of Jace. He lived with anger that he kept under control but would boil over when triggered.

They're both sensitive. And get hurt easily.

“I wish I could be more like you,” she admitted.

In what sense?

“You know, just shut off my feelings? Feel nothing. For anybody.”

There was a long pause, and she wondered if she had offended him. Was that even possible? Finally, his cool, steady voice spoke.

This is a wish you should dispense with. Feeling is what makes us human. Even the most difficult feelings. Perhaps especially those. Love, loss, longing—this is what it means to truly be alive.

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“I think—my father was sorry he had a parabatai,” he said. “Now I have to go live with a man my father was sorry about. I don't want to be weak, I don't want to be sorry. I want to be the best.”

If you pretend to feel nothing, the pretense may become true, said Jem. That would be a pity.

↑ They both wished to feel nothing, and had Jem tell them that wasn't as great as they thought. But they both still desperately wanted to not feel.

When she was a child, her parents had often refused her iratzes after training sessions, especially when her injuries were caused by her own mistakes. Let the pain remind you to do better next time, they told her. All these years later she was still making the same mistakes.

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“No! it's better for your parents not to know it happened at all. It was just bad luck that one of them got me. I'm a good fighter,” Jonathan protested sharply.

“It's my fault I got hurt,” said Jonathan. “I know excuses are for incompetents. It won't happen again.”

↑ this bit on making mistakes, or when getting hurt.

Céline always carried a misericord blade.

↑ Reminds me of someone else who always carries blades.

They both were aware of the consequences of putting a rune on someone that they weren't 100% sure were Nephilim, and it was different circumstances but they did it anyway. Jace gave Clary her first rune and Céline gave Rosemary her first rune (I think).

More furious at her own instinct for mercy. After all, her parents had never shown any to her. Her parents had done their best to teach her that mercy was weakness, and cruelty was strength.

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Jonathan said the word "weakness" with horror. Jem wondered what a man who had drilled a boy to fight like that might have considered weakness.

↑ Mercy, kindness, gentleness, etc. Was taught as weakness to them both growing up.

They both hate being predictable. Kinda like when Rosemary knew Céline would keep her secret. Céline hated that she knew that. Remember in CoA when everyone was guessing that Jace said no to Valentine, and he hated it.

They both never really felt like they were ever a kid. Because again, the environment they grew up in forced them to grow up faster than they should have. Which is why Jace didn't think of himself as one when he threw himself into battle.

like Jace I don't think Céline liked to upset the balance of things, meaning they don't pry and don't pressure. Which often gets them labeled as "not too bright" or "unobservant" they're both observant, they just don't say it out-loud. Jace is definitely like this, but I see Céline as this too. Stephen said she always needed to be told what to do, but I don't think it was that exactly, I think she just didn't like to upset things. Which growing up in an abusive and toxic environment does that. But I think it's also just part of who they are.

That sweet and obedient daughter of the provençal countryside. They knew how devoted she was to her parents. Such a dutiful daughter.

↑ Valentine often called Jace his obedient son. I see Jace in this part as well. Sebastian called him Valentine's "sweet boy."

She could close the door on the past, start again. She could choose a life without pain, without suffering or fear.

But who would she be without pain?

This also reminds me of Jace. Obviously he did end up choosing to walk away from Valentine. But there are times he doubted, because in reality he himself didn't know who he was without the pain he'd experienced, without his past with Valentine. And they both believed that the pain and suffering had made them stronger. Jace later knows that isn't true, but I see the similarity there.

They're both said to have vulnerability about them that made you wan to protect them. To keep them safe. Jocelyn said you couldn't really hate Céline, and I think it's kinda the same with Jace.

Both of them refused to ask for help. Thinking they could do it all on their own.

Céline could tell how much it hurt—and how determined the woman was to reveal no pain. She knelt by her side. Rosemary flinched away. “Let me see—I can help."

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“Tell me what happened first.” She tried to yank her wrist back, but his grip was incredibly strong. “I can help you.” — this is in Clary's pov.

↑ Their willingness to help the pretty stranger they didn't know.

They both often felt they didn't have a choice in some things.

They both felt achingly alone at some point. And very much misunderstood.

The thought of losing the only family they ever had scared them, and they were willing to do anything to keep them. Even if in Céline's case hers wasn't that real.

They were both said to be beautiful, and breakable. Fragile almost. These were Jocelyn's words. That beautiful things were easily broken.

They both grew up denied of love and care.

Céline had low self esteem in a lot of areas. We often see Jace as the confident character who doesn't have insecurities or low self-esteem. but he does. Jace didn't like himself, his looks don't play a part here, he didn't like himself. He actually didn't feel good enough or worth much, that's why he made so many superiority jokes, because he truly didn't feel good enough but had to make everyone believe he did. Céline didn't feel good enough either, but she tried not to let it show.

Their childhood gave them bad coping mechanisms and suicidal tendencies. They both self harmed in ways, believing that pain made you stronger is one of them.

We often look over the fact that while some of Jace's mental struggles did come from the trauma of his childhood and growing up around war, that he was already at a high risk with a mother who experienced similar things. Because if you have a parent who has mental illness the offspring are at higher risk of developing one. And his childhood didn't help with that.

And we know what they both truly wanted was to be loved and safe. Really. Jace always thought he wanted to fight all the time, but by the end of tmi he realized he just truly wanted to be happy and left alone, he just wanted Clary and his family. Céline wanted that too, but she never got it.

You all realize they would understand each other, right? Like if Cassie ever did something where they somehow met, Céline would understand Jace and he would understand her.

Céline would have never raised Jace with anything but love and care. She would have made sure he never knew a childhood like hers. But he did. He ended up knowing what that was like. And it would have broken her even more to know that.

But she would probably stab Valentine in the face, which I'd like to see.

Friendly reminder that Jace looks like her around the eyes (no I won't shut up about this.)

There's probably more but until we learn more we won't know. Just remember he may be a Herondale but Céline is also there.

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

Hi may I request a scenario/headcanons whatever you want on how tomura would reveal his relationship with his s/o (who’s also part of the league) to the other members pls :) like did they just one day got caught by a member or perhaps tomura just thought it was the time to tell them... thank you!

Sorry this took so long for me to get to, but it's a fun thing to think about!

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x gn!reader 

» cw: brief mentions of oral and penetrative sex. 18+, minors DNI.

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I headcanon Shigaraki as being pretty overtly shameless, so I don't really think he would make an effort to keep the relationship secret. If you two were already together when you joined the League, he would think it's only natural that you should be involved in what he's doing—it's not like the guy who's been handed everything by AFO is going to worry much about accusations of nepotism or whatever. Even if he did give you special treatment, I think his reaction to people pointing that out would basically be "So what?"

If you two got involved after you joined the League, I still don't think he would make much of an effort to be subtle about it. For all his grumpiness, Tomura's pretty open about his feelings, good or bad. (Mostly bad. So much bad.) He doesn't deny it when Toga accuses him of missing Kurogiri, and he's reassuring to his allies on the occasions when it's warranted, so publicly acknowledging that he's into you probably wouldn't phase him. (Admitting it to you at first might be another story, because that's a very different type of vulnerability.)

So really, I think the only way that it would be a secret is if you wanted it to be. And I do think he'd be understanding if you said you wanted to keep things just between you two for a while, whether it's because you just want to savor it without dealing with other people's nosiness, or because you don't like the idea of being accused of getting special treatment.

Taking all that into consideration, here’s three little scenarios for how I think the secret could come out:

1) You decide it's time to reveal it.

It was Toga's idea for the League to have a movie night, and while you thought you could content yourself with pretending it was mere coincidence that you wound up beside Tomura, halfway through it's getting harder and harder not to lean into him. And the more you think about it, the more you can't remember exactly why you'd committed to keeping it a secret in the first place.

Maybe at first it felt fragile, and like something you wanted to savor privately, but it's been weeks now, long enough to know that it's not simply some fling. So, after chewing hesitantly at your lip for a long moment, you reach over to link your pinkie with his, letting your head settle against his shoulder. You feel Tomura tense just for a moment, obviously surprised, but then he's wasting no time pulling you closer, ensuring you’re snuggled safely into his side.

Toga's the first to notice, of course, glancing over from her spot on the floor, cat-like eyes widening with excitement. "Wait! Are you and Tomura-kun—"

"Yes," Tomura replies, his tone clipped and impatient. "Now shut up and stop talking over the movie."

She grins, glancing to the other members of the League who are now eyeing you and Tomura curiously, but no one says anything else, at least not for now.

Still, that doesn’t save you from dozens of questions once the movie ends.  

2) Someone catches the two of you.

It's a rare occasion when the two of you get time in the hideout alone, and those are the only moments when you don't have to worry about muffling your moans so they don't carry through the thin walls, or ensuring no one sees you sneaking into his room. So of course Tomura takes advantage, doing everything he can to draw those sweet noises from your lips. He works his tongue over your sex until you're writhing and overstimulated, and only then buries himself in your tight little hole,  pumping himself into you relentlessly until you're keening and he's filling you with his cum.

It's only when the two of you leave his room to clean up that you realize perhaps you weren't quite as alone as as you thought. The two of you halt at the sight of Spinner sitting frozen on the sofa in the common area, his entire face blushing deep red, a video game loaded up on the TV but currently ignored.

"Oh," you mutter, feeling your own face start to heat up as Spinner pointedly avoids both your gazes. "Sorry, we, uh... thought we were alone."

But Shigaraki's face only splits into a broad grin, his arm snaking around your waist. "Oh well," he rasps, the satisfaction obvious in his voice. "I guess the secret's out."

3) Tomura gets jealous and lets it slip.

Tomura's willing to tolerate a lot to keep you happy, but Dabi drunkenly hitting on his parter? No way.

He's been watching the fire user chat you up for close to five minutes now, and even though that's five minutes too long, he's done his best to be patient while you gently try to convince Dabi it's time to go bed. But when the other man reaches out, resting one scarred hand on your arm and slurring something under his breath that Tomura can't hear—something has you looking equal parts surprised and mortified—that's the last straw.

Tomura's on his feet in a flash, twisting Dabi's arm off you, his middle finger hovering threateningly just above the skin. "Hey ashtray," he hisses, stomach twisting with satisfaction when Dabi's turquoise eyes widen in alarm, "why don't you go find someone to hit on who doesn't already belong to me?"

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