#I am perfectly responsible and never make mistakes

[simon-says-shush]

Hypnotists

When you're chatting with a new subject, even if you're not actually hypnotizing them, check with them about their work/school schedules so that you don't accidentally make them late because they're super suggestive and you accidentally drop them without meaning to.

#oops #this has nothing to do with my personal experiences #I am perfectly responsible and never make mistakes #simonsays #words #brainwashing #hypnosis #conditioning #evilcore #hypnotized #hypnokink #training #mind control

[thegnomelord]

Alright since 28 is taken Ill do the next best thing 29! Graves and his shadows with M reader, who is a colonel.

I need the wholesome and maybe a bit of the spice ya know. Thank you for soing Shadow company content, i am so starved.

Once again good soup!

Here you go dude, I'm not the best when it comes to writing for a group of people so idk how this turned out :/. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Hug from behind

CW: NSFW, subbot Graves, domtop Mreader, Shadow company fluff, hug from behind, fluff, groping, handjob, cumming in pants.

Being a colonel in the Shadow company and Grave's right hand man, you had a lot of responsibilities. From running drills to stitching up wounds to writing reports and drafting contracts when your magpie of a commander sees a new person he wants to recruit; you expected to deal with a lot of shit, but never in your wildest dreams did you expect to become the Shadow Company's emotional support Colonel.

Colonel Care Bear — it was their nickname for you. You'd made the mistake of being annoyed at the name which, of course, made the little fuckers double down on it. Nothing you did made them stop, even Graves joining in their fun and calling you that instead of your name with a smug grin.

You're not even sure when or why it had started.

It wasn't like you were overly paternal, you just took care of your soldiers. In whatever ways they needed you; The first time you'd needed to give emotional support had been after Jenkins had lost his battle buddy. Jenkins was still relatively young compared to the other Shadows, a rising star that Graves had snatched up, but on the flight back to base he'd been no better than a scared kitten, desperately trying to hold in his sobs. You hadn't said a word when you had pulled him close to you, letting him cry his heart out into your shoulder.

None of the others said a word either, and you didn't bring it up after your plane had landed. You'd expected it to be a one off experience but oh — you were so wrong.

Like feral cats learning to trust a human, the Shadows started approaching you, carefully at first, standing just at the edge of your personal space nervous fingers toying with the hem of their shirts and eyes flickering between you and anything else, until you grew annoyed and pulled them close to you, letting them cry or talk or just sit with their head on your shoulder for as long as they needed; a lighthouse in a dark sea.

Then Williams, who'd had one too many bad missions, had come into your office without a word and plopped himself into your lap while you were busy doing paperwork.

You were surprised, but not too much, with how often you'd found yourself with a Shadow near you you figured something like this was bound to happen. Though you hadn't expected it to be this forward. "Bad day?" You asked.

Williams just grunted into your neck, slightly nodding his head.

You shifted to still be able to write with him in your lap. "Want me to talk?"

You felt his hair scratch your neck when he shook his head, a negative grunt leaving his throat.

"Got it." You said and went back to your work, a hand on William's hip to keep him stable.

Safe to say you weren't amused when Graves had walked in and cracked the biggest bloody smirk when he saw you like that. You were even less amused when he'd whipped out his phone and took a photo of it. And you were ready to piss in Grave's beer after that photo had circulated through the entire Shadow Company, leading to many more similar incidents of a Shadow crawling into your lap when you weren't busy.

It really wasn't their fault your embrace just felt so good and comfortable, your arms perfectly sized and muscled to put weight in your hugs, shoulders just broad enough to make them feel small and safe.

Graves knew this because when he'd needed to confiscate Smith's phone after he'd caught him taking pictures of your ass (not that he blamed him, you had a nice ass but they needed to have some professionalism) Graves had found their simp chat.

It took him days to finish reading all the messages. I mean there were hundreds of texts gushing just over you, calendrer times for when which Shadow could go bother you for attention, not to mention the countless pictures they'd taken of you, from mundane to more suggestive when you were in the communal showers (Graves would die before he admitted he'd needed to rub one out at some of the pictures).

Safe to say that when he gave Smith his phone back Graves was. . .curious. He'd never approached you for comfort like the Shadows did, mostly because he knew he couldn't keep his thoughts pure after just a few minutes in your presence, his throat going dry whenever he feels you pat his shoulder when you pass in the hall.

"Care Bear!" Graves calls when he finds you on your way to your room, using that name just so he can see the irritated twitch of your brow.

"Yes commander?" You ask in that same tone of voice you use when you know he's up to something.

"Oh come on, no need for that." Graves grins, "Ah just need you to do something for me," He says, because he wouldn't be your commander if he was straightforward. "Follow along." He motions with his hand like a dog as he passes you.

Like a dog you follow, so close you cast a partial shadow over him. He leads you to a more secluded hallway, stopping abruptly and hearing you stop too. But you're not close enough, so with an annoyed sigh he says "Come closer."

You raise an eyebrow but do as he says, taking a few short steps closer until your chest is almost touching his back. Without a word Graves suddenly grabs your arms and wraps them around his waist, leaning back on his heels until his back is flush with your chest and you're supporting his weight.

You stall for a few moments just trying to convince your head that yes, your commander is doing that. "Really?" You ask.

He tilts his head to meet your eyes, casually resting his head on your shoulder. "Something the matter Colonel Care bear?" He smirks, reminding you of a very content cat.

You give him a blank look before rolling your eyes, "Could have just said you wanted a hug." You huff and move your arms to really hug him, your hands resting comfortably on his hips, your arms caging him in, the heat of your body seeping into his, your chest rumbling as you mutter your annoyance at the damn nickname.

"What fun would that be?" He says, eyes closing.

And, Hell, Graves gets it now.

He could get addicted this. Your scent and cologne clogs his nose, the heat of your body chasing away the lingering chill of the base. You support his weight so easily it's like he's floating on a firm cloud, forgetting about ranks and war and everything for a few blissful seconds. His mind wanders; wonders what it would feel to have your strong arms pin him every day, what it'd be like to be pinned down, the current gentle pressure turned bruising and demanding, bending him in half and shit— he's hard.

And of course you notice, wouldn't be his right hand if you couldn't read him like a book. "I'm getting the impression," You note, your grip increasing just a bit to keep him still, your other hand skirting down. "That you wanted something more than just a hug." You growl and squeeze your hand, groping the bulge in his jeans.

"Shit—" Graves sucks in a breath, legs scrambling for purchase but you hold him still, his weight still on you. "—I wasn't thinking of nothing." He says quickly, the pressure of your hand on his clothed cock too good.

"Uh huh," You hum, keeping a careful eye on his facial expressions as you experimentally move your hand; Short slow brushes of your thumb against his cockhead earn you little whimpers, unable to hide them with his head still resting on your shoulder. Firm squeezes of his entire bulge has his skin turning a nice shade of pink, his ear hot beneath your tongue as you nibble on it. His thighs part as you bully your hand lower, the strong pressure of your fingers against his balls as your palm grinds into his cockhead making him moan, the stuttered attempts at explaining himself dying out as a visible damp spot grows in his jeans.

"Faster-" Graves growls, his hands grabbing purchase in your hair, yanking your head down into a rough kiss, "-mhh, faster, fuck, man-"

You smirk against his lips. "Ask me nicely." You say, purposely pulling your hand away from where he needs it the most, ignoring his disgruntled sounds. "You son of a bitch-" Graves snarls, breathing rapidly in an attempt to get his frazzled brain to work before swallowing his pride. "Please," He says it like the word hurts him.

"Please what commander?" You wonder, undoing his belt and slipping your hand into his jeans, "Please touch my cock? Please get me off? Please fuck me till I can't walk?" You throw suggestions, applying just enough pressure on his twitching cock to leave him dumbly nodding his head.

"Yes, yes, yes- oh fuck- shit yes-" Phill pants, eyes closing and weakly thrusting his hips into your hand with what leverage he has, seeking out the pleasure that comes with your calloused hand stroking his sensitive flesh. "Fuck- just, ahh-" He breathes in through clenched teeth, "-just please."

"Alright, alright," You hum, increasing your pace, the glide of skin on skin eased by the precum he's leaking, swallowing his little moans and rough grunts as you kiss him. You can tell he's nearing his end with how he begins twitching even more in your hold, hips pushing into your hand sporadically, fat tears prickling his eyes. "Come on then Commander, cum already."

He does almost as soon as you tell him to, his moan swallowed down by your lips as he cums in his pants, your thumb rubbing insistently on his tip to milk him of all he's got, strong arm keeping him close to you.

"You did good commander." You coo gently as you pull your hand out of his pants, and without waiting for a response you push your cum covered fingers into his open mouth. "Real good," You smirk when Phill immediately sucks on your fingers, his brain melted into mush and incapable of rousing his pride to feel ashamed of how he moans at the taste of his own spend. "Such a good boy," Your praise does something to him, has his cock making a valiant attempt to get hard all over again.

The air leaves his lungs when you suddenly push your hips against his ass, making him feel your own hard cock trapped in your pants. "I took care of you," You begin, pulling your fingers from his mouth. "Are you prepared to take care of me?"

#Gnome's Prompt Game #cod mw2 #gnome correspondence #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x male reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #top dom reader #x reader #top male reader #phillip graves smut

[cryptidghostgirl]

I had this though on a cute little one shot for Alastor x chubby reader in the hotel I was wondering if you would like to run with it? Where the reader gets some nail varnish that matches their lip color without thinking about it. Alastor becomes rather fond of them wearing the color and eventually it vanishes after Angel points out that it’s almost the exact same color as the reader’s lips.

The reader ends up pouting a bit over it because they can’t find it anywhere in stores anymore. They ask Angel if they borrowed it to Angel’s confusioned response to the tune of “why the fuck would I want to wear your lip color?” And it gets to the point they ask for Nifty’s help finding it while Alastor is trying to avoid the topic entirely. Eventually Nifty DOES find it in the radio tower much to Alastor’s flustered frustration.

A/N oh hell yes i can do this. 11/10. Also I am skipping the fuck around in my request order, I am so nervous about posting cover up pt 4. I promise it will come out soon.

Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Gn!Chubby!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh I got a little suggestive with this one guys. Sorry. Also,, Alastor is a little creepy and stalkery and has a thing about hands. This one just came out all around weird. Also, I named it after my favorite lip and nail polish matching combo so don't judge the fic by its name. Also Alastor sexualizes the reader a bit. Let me know if I missed anything. (guys i really have no idea what happened with this one, i am so sorry. I hope you still like it.) Also,, Alastor is for sure ooc.

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"Is that a new color?"

Alastor's ears perked up. He didn't turn to face the source of the sound but he listened. There was only one person in the hotel Angel would direct such a question towards after all.

"Yeah. It's essie, Berry Naughty is the name I think? Nail polish and makeup products always get called the silliest things. Do you like it?"

Y/n was the Hazbin Hotel's newest resident. They had arrived just a few weeks before, brought into the fold by Angel himself. The pair were old friends apparently, knew each other from back when they were alive.

"Yeah, it suits you. A lot more than that blue you used to wear."

There were three things the pair could be discussing in Alastor's mind. The first was Y/n's clothing. They were always dressed to the nines, decked out in some crazy ensemble or another.

At first, it had seemed foolish to Alastor. Anyone who cared that much about what they looked like had no shot at being an enjoyable person in his mind. That was before he had started to get to know the demon, seen the joy it brought them to indulge in fashion, realized the things they wore were for them and them alone. Everything had changed with that. It wasn't about persuasion, getting attention, facade. It was just who they were.

The thing about this first theory, however, was that Y/n almost never wore blue.

"Hey!" Y/n laughed, sounding a tad offended, "I liked the blue and I still might go back to it."

The second option was lipstick. Another little hobby the demon indulged in that had caused Alastor to misjudge their character upon their arrival was the makeup. Every few days, they would come down from their room in one crazy look or another. It was always something dramatic, coordinated perfectly to whatever else they had going on. If Y/n loved anything, they loved a theme.

Alastor had again made the mistake of assuming Y/n's enjoyment of such a thing was a representation of their vapidness when he had first met them. He would not be making that mistake again. The thing was, for all their wild self expression and experimental use of colors, he had never once see them sporting blue lipstick, he couldn't even picture it.

"What! I'm just sayin." Angel teased.

The third and final option, the one Alastor decided was what they must be discussing, was their nail polish. Y/n loved the act of painting nails, called it a ritual of self adoration. The way they talked about it, someone would think they were dedicating sacrifices at an alter to the gods. Every week, like clockwork, they would repaint them. Monday afternoons, four o'clock sharp. Their favorite color of late had indeed been a dark, almost black, blue. Alastor had liked it. The color had made something about their hands shine.

"Rude." Y/n scoffed in reply.

Alastor had always loved Y/n's hands. He had always had a thing about hands. In his opinion, hands were the most telling part of a person, or demon even. They showed nerves, experience, hard work -- went straight through to the core of who a person was. A carpenter's hands were rough, a cook's were scarred, an artists stained with color, a string musician's had calluses on the fingertips. Yes, a lot about a person could be learned from their hands.

Y/n's hands were soft, on the smaller side, and without the bony protrusions of their knuckles so many people seemed to admire now days. Alastor had never understood the desirability of skeletal thinness. It was impractical and uncomfortable. Y/n's hands suited them perfectly, Alastor thought. They were his favorite pair of hands to watch, the way they would flit across the keys of a piano, the way they kneaded the dough when she baked, the way they held a pen.

"I mean, it does match your lipstick now which is kinda a look."

At this, Alastor really did turn around. He couldn't help himself.

Y/n and Angel were lounging on the couches of the hotel lobby. They were dressed down, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged their legs and a crop top that accentuated their body perfectly. They looked soft, they looked comfortable, they looked delicious.

The idea of hunger was a complicated one. When Alastor thought of other demons as delicious looking, it was because he wanted to eat them, to consume their flesh that is. Y/n was certainly delicious but, he had no desire to eat them. Not like that, at any rate.

Angel had been right, Alastor could see it from across the room. The soft ruddy red of their nail varnish matched the gloss coating their lips perfectly. Alastor had always loved the color red.

"Wait, really?" Y/n asked, holding a hand up to their face, by their mouth, their nails turned out towards Angel, "Is it bad?"

"Nah, it's honestly kinda a look."

Y/n hummed, moving their hand from their face and staring intently at their nails.

"Maybe it'll be my new color then... This is the gloss I wear when I'm just doing normal makeup."

"Cohesion is key." Angel noted, "If you have a look to fall back on, people tend to like that in my experience."

Y/n stayed true to their word and Alastor relished in this revelation. Over the course of the next week, nearly every time he spotted them around the hotel, they were wearing that same combination of nail polish and lipstick. It was a secret indulgence of his, a treasure.

They nearly caught him staring one time as they were talking with him. It was nothing special, just one of their average, casual chats about the ethics of one situation or another. For someone who had ended up in Hell, Y/n had a soft spot for moral philosophy. It was clearly spill over from some preoccupation of their mortal self.

Mid conversation, he had drifted off. He hadn't meant to, it was the way they talked. Y/n was an animated conversationalist, always moving their hands to accentuate their words in one way or another. It drew his eyes to their hands and their face equally, their nails and their pretty, dark red lips.

"Hey, Alastor... Alastor!"

"Yes, my dear?" he had quickly replied, snapping out of his stupor.

"Are you alright?"

"Why on earth wouldn't I be?"

"You just kinda... trailed off there."

Alastor tried his best to push his embarrassment to the side, to shake it off his shoulders seamlessly. Miraculously, he succeeded. He wasn't quite sure how, when they were watching him with such concern filling their eyes, a slight pout to their lips.

"Just a little distracted. Lots to do today. My apologies, my dear."

"And here I thought you loved deontological thought." Y/n had teased.

Everything was fine. Alastor didn't mind Angel having noticed, it was a well known fact the spider demon saw Y/n as a sibling rather than a potential partner. The pair had grown up together and when Sir Pentious, one night, had asked whether or not they had ever messed around with each other, seeing how close they were and comfortable with physical contact, the pair had made eye contact before each putting on their own display of disgust.

Alastor was good at seeing through people, he knew it hadn't been a show. What was a problem was when Husk somehow noticed the pairing of their lip and nail color as well.

Alastor had been talking to Charlie about one thing or another as Y/n shared a drink with Sir Pentious at the bar. He was half listening to Charlie, half to their conversation. Alastor always kept an ear out for Y/n's saccharine tones.

The pair had been chatting about how their respective journeys to redemption were going when Husk had cut in.

"Did you match your nail color to your lipstick?" he asked in mild amazement.

Alastor bristled. That fact was his, was for him. No one else was allowed to see.

"Yeah!" he heard Y/n brightly reply, a tinge of pride to their voice.

Though Alastor's back was to them, he could picture the way they must be holding their delicate, gentle hands up now.

"Isn't it cute?"

Husk whistled.

"Damn, Angel is finally rubbing off on you."

"I mean, I guess." came Y/n's hesitant reply.

"You trying to catch someone's attention?"

Alastor could hear his own heartbeat in the silence that proceeded their reply.

"I mean, not on purpose. Not with this. I just like the way it looks... I don't know, it makes me feel... pretty."

Y/n was right. Alastor knew for a fact, had seen it with his own eyes, how irresistible the combination made them look. Now others were starting to notice it as well and, well, Alastor couldn't have that, now could he.

The next morning, when Alastor came down for breakfast, he noticed Y/n sitting at the table, looking uncharacteristically despondent. His back to them as he began to prepare his morning cup of coffee, he smiled.

"What's got you down, my dear?" he asked and Y/n sighed.

"My nail polish disappeared."

So, they had already noticed. Alastor picked the carton of milk up off the counter.

"Don't you have others? You're always a veritable rainbow of color!"

Alastor kept his voice light and cheery. His coffee made, he took a seat at the table across from them.

"Yeah, I guess. I just liked that one. It matched my favorite lipstick."

"Couldn't you try another color? That midnight blue last week was rather nice."

"Yeah, I guess." suddenly, their eyes shot up to his, a smile breaking out across their face, "Wait, Al! You're a genius! I'll just go buy another bottle!"

When Y/n returned from the store a few hours later, their gray cloud had returned.

"Are you alright?" Vaggie asked as they slumped onto the couch beside her.

Alastor couldn't help but note, from his hiding place, the way the act of sitting changed their body. They were beautiful standing, stunning even, but something about the way their thighs spread out over the surface of the couch...

"Yeah." Y/n grumbled, "Just... bummed."

"Oh no!" Charlie exclaimed, walking away from the bulletin board she was planning their next lesson on and joining the pair, "What happened?"

"It's stupid." Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.

"Wrong guy hit on you?" Angel teased and they immediately righted themselves, shooting him a glare.

"No." they pointedly replied, "Just... that nail polish? Berry Naughty or whatever its called? The one that matched my Spicy Sienna gloss?"

"Damn, you're pulling out the color names." Angel laughed, "Yeah, I know. What about it?"

"I can't find my bottle anywhere and I went to like seven different stores today and none of them had it! Not one! You didn't borrow it, did'ya Ant?"

Angel put a hand to his chest dramatically.

"Who, me?"

Y/n rolled their eyes.

"Nah." he waved them off, "You know I always ask before I borrow. I learned that lesson about you the hard way."

Y/n sighed despondently again.

"I'm sorry." Charlie hummed, patting Y/n's knee comfortingly, "I know it was making you really happy."

"It's silly." they shook their head, "It's just nail polish."

"Yeah but, it clearly brought you a lot of joy." Charlie insisted, "What if I ask Nifty to keep an eye out for it around the hotel?"

Alastor almost let the shadows hiding him from the group in the corner of the room dissolve in shock. He hadn't expected that. He had really thought everyone would just let it go. Yes, he knew Y/n would probably be upset about it for a few days but, that just gave him all the more of an excuse to be near them, to comfort them.

"Really Charlie?" Y/n brightened immediately, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! I mean, I'm not making any promises but, you know."

Y/n pulled themselves from the couch, throwing their arms around Charlie's neck.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's just a nail polish." Vaggie chuckled, watching the interaction warmly.

Y/n let go of Charlie, who shrugged back at her girlfriend.

"It makes them happy."

Two weeks had gone by with no sign of the bottle of nail polish. Y/n still went to the stores every few days, checking for the color, but had yet to have any luck. Nifty too had come up empty handed.

Alastor was very pleased with himself. The trick of using his shadows to empty every store in the surrounding area of the color before Y/n went shopping was something he was particularly proud of.

Of course, all along, he knew where the missing item was. It was in the top drawer of his night table on the right hand side of his bed. Nifty only went in to clean his room maybe once a month or so and she knew better than to snoop. It was all going off without a hitch, even the comforting aspect. Alastor had had the absolute pleasure and honor of showing up at just the right place, at just the right time (imagine that), so as to be included with Angel when Y/n had the bright idea to see if she could find any other matching colors between her vast collection of lipsticks and lipglosses and even larger collection of nail polish. He wasn't sure how their hands could sustain that much acetone, or their skin that much makeup remover, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

Alastor was in his studio, fixing one of the control panels, his mind filled with spinning memories of the past couple days (Y/n had even hugged him! The feeling of the cushion of their waist against his arms, their stomach, was not one he would soon forget), when he heard a knock at the door. He straightened up, eyeing it suspiciously.

The guests of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as its staff, knew better than to disturb him while he was at work. It's owners, on the other hand, were much more foolhardy. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening it a bit so as to make himself presentable, and called for the knocker to enter.

The door creaked as it swung open, just like Alastor wanted it to. A creaky door was a good thing, it made sure most people couldn't sneak up on him when he was at his most vulnerable, most distracted.

"You'll want to grease that." Y/n hummed as they stepped into the dingy space, "I think we have some WD40 in the basement, if you want me to bring it up for you."

They had never come to visit him up here before, never dared even come near the rotting wooden door. Alastor walked forward, shutting the door behind Y/n now that they were fully in the room. He was close enough to feel their breath on his skin as he smiled down at them.

"No need, my dear, although, I do appreciate the offer."

A silence fell between the pair as Y/n took a few steps further into the room, their eyes running across every surface available before them. Alastor noticed their hands were clasped behind their back. It wasn't an unusual position for them but, something seemed different about it this time.

"What can I help you with?" he cordially asked and Y/n turned to face him.

"Well... I... um..." they locked eyes with Alastor, finding their words at last, "Nifty found something today. While she was cleaning."

Alastor was glad Y/n's demon form was not all that powerful in this moment. If it was, they would have heard his heartbeat spike. His voice, his demeanor, even his expression were easy to control but his heart? Not so much.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I..." Y/n trailed off.

With a sigh, they brought their hands forward, opening them to reveal the source of Alastor's anxiety. Nestled there, in the softness of their palm, was the nail polish.

"She found it! Congratulations, my dear. You must be thrilled."

"Yeah." Y/n replied uncertainly, looking away.

Alastor knew why they were so uncomfortable, but his hope was stronger. There was an uncanny sense of optimism in him, one that was unfounded and unfamiliar. It drove him to pry, to see how much they really knew. For all Alastor knew, there could be something else entirely going on.

"Where was it?"

"I..." Y/n looked back at him once again, "That's the problem, Alastor. Nifty said... well, she said she found it in your room."

"In my room?" Alastor repeated, feigning confusion, a hand to his chest in mock surprise.

Y/n nodded.

"In your night table drawer."

They must have known him better than he thought, have seen the flash of sudden anger in his eyes or something like that, maybe he had tense his body. Whatever had ticked them off, they continued.

"She didn't open it. Nift said it was open and went to close it and just... spotted it in there so don't get mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong."

Alastor stood in silence, watching Y/n carefully.

"I just... Look, I'm not mad, I am just confused. Why was it in your room, did you take it from me?"

A shock of nerves fluttered in Alastor's stomach. The heat rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, a hand flying instinctually to his collar and tugging at it just the slightest bit, as if the room was too hot. It was all the answer Y/n needed.

"Why?"

Alastor turned back to Y/n and nearly stumbled back a few steps when he realized how much closer they had brought themselves to him. Nearly every other time, he was the one to bridge the distance, to step into their personal space. His breath caught in his throat, a sort of thrill flooding his mind.

"I... I..."

He had stuttered. Alastor didn't stutter. He had never stuttered, not even when he was alive.

"You..?" Y/n prompted, leaning forward slightly.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't tell if that was their goal, secretly, if they had finally realized the effect they had on him and begun to use it to their advantage. Alastor looked away again.

"It was..."

"You knew it was my favorite. Why did you take it?"

Fuck.

They were upset, maybe even angry. Alastor had seen them mad before but it had never been directed towards him. Normally, he would relish in the wrath of another but Y/n's wrath? Fuck. He realized right then and there, he would rather die.

"Husk." he admitted at last, his hands now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, his face flushed.

Alastor dared a glance at Y/n. Their brow was furrowed.

"Husk?"

"Yeah. Husk."

"I... why Husk? Did he dare you? Did he... I... what?"

Whatever feelings they had previously held had been replaced by pure confusion. Alastor could handle confusion. The situation at large was still unwelcome and rather untenable but, at least there was the confusion.

"He..." Alastor cleared his throat, brave enough to meet their eyes again at last, "He noticed."

"Noticed.... oh."

"Yeah."

They fell silent. This wasn't a thing Alastor had felt since he was very young. There was a wild animal in his chest. In this moment, he didn't just look like a deer, he was one and Y/n was the hunter with their gun trained on the spot between his eyes.

"It wa-"

"Did you also take it off the shelves all over the neighborhood?"

They had always been smart, smarter than he gave them credit for. Alastor grimaced, nodding slowly.

"Alastor, why did it bother you so much? Is it illegal to match my nails to my lips? Does it go against your... your weird ass deontological code?"

"No, it's just... it was... fuck!"

Y/n had never heard him curse before. A hand flew to Alastor's head, he took a deep breath.

"Alastor, I-"

"It was for me, okay? I... I didn't want anyone else noticing. It was just for me."

Y/n looked somehow even more confused as he lowered his hand once again. The releif that had accompanied the admission was greatly outweighed by his anxiety as he waited for their response.

"But Angel noticed too? Before Husk?"

"That's different." Alastor sighed, "He... You... I..."

"Alastor, what's going on?"

There was concern now, lacing their voice in its gentle vines. It almost made everything worse.

"I like you, okay!? There. Are you happy now!?"

He didn't know why he was yelling. Y/n's eyes went wide.

"You... like me? Like, like like me?"

He glared at them and they put their hands up in surrender.

"Just trying to clarify the situation!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

"Yes. I... like like you or... whatever nonsense you just said. Are you happy now?"

It was a stand off, each training a metaphorical pistol at the other. Y/n was the one to finally break.

"Yes." they curtly replied, crossing their arms to mirror his position, "I'll... I'll let you get back to work now."

Someone had driven a nail right through Alastor's chest and into his heart. He watched their retreating form as they opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Just as it was about to fall shut, they miraculously stuck a foot between the closing door and its frame, peeking their head back into the room.

"Just so you know: if you asked me out on a date," they began, their eyes flicking up to his from where they had previously been fixed on the floor, "I'd say yes."

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A/N Ant is a pretty common nickname for Anthony in NYC (where I am from and where I'm pretty sure Angel is supposed to be from). Yes, I will be using it in another fic I am working on too (its part two of Unexpected (Vox x Reader). Also,, deontology is when you have a strict set of ethical rules/maxims you stick by no matter what (Kant is a deontologist).

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

villain x hero where the hero gets seriously injured after a fight and looses a limb, and the villain makes them a new robotic one? :0

It was strange technology, unknown to the hero and definitely not...legal. Their new arm was perfectly fine, without any errors, without any unexpected movements. It was a perfect replica of their old arm and yet...

"It's linked to your brain," the villain explained. "I've constructed one very similar to this one a few years ago. I'm confident that you won't have any troubles."

The hero formed a fist over and over again, training their hand but even that didn't seem to be necessary. The villain looked at the data on their computer, avoiding the hero's eyes. Their ears were red.

"You don't have to feel guilty," the hero said. "You don't have to do this out of pity."

"I know," the villain mumbled.

"We both know you had to cut it off. It was damaged beyond repair."

"I know," the villain said again. They looked at the hero for a split second before their eyes found the monitor again. The villain had always been someone rather nervous. Fidgeting often, a little clumsy even. "You're left-handed. You need your arm in battle."

The hero didn't know the villain was aware of that.

"No, I can't accept this. It's too much," they said. They eyed the arm, perfect in its functionality and pleasant in its aesthetic. It looked futuristic and touching the table, feeling the cool surface was like a memory they had lost coming back to them.

"I'm not gonna take it back. What am I supposed to do with a third arm?" The villain laughed and it was soft. Very sweet. It tempted the hero and almost made them smile.

"You're kind," the hero said. It had been a chore to them, fighting and protecting. The job had made them bitter and a little cold. It wasn't something they wanted to be. They wanted to be as excited as the villain, as optimistic as them, they wanted to be free of responsibility like them. It was unrealistic wishful thinking.

When they had lost their arm, they hadn't spoken for weeks. Because, honestly, once they were old (if they made it that far), how much of their body would be left? In a year they might lose a leg, they might lose their fingers. The arm was nice but it wasn't real. It wasn't them.

"I've been cruel for a long time," the villain said. "And I have made mistakes. But you saved me and you shouldn't suffer because of it."

Their eyes locked.

"I'll be honest. I like the arm. But it isn't the same. I still feel as if a part of myself is lost. As if I am still incomplete. I still feel unnatural. I know I shouldn't...I know it's not my place to..."

"It's not about the arm. It's about the touch. It's about being able to experience life to the fullest. It doesn't matter what it looks like or that the original is lost. It's about experiencing life in the best way possible," the villain explained. "Physical touch is important. It is a universal language that everyone understands...no wonder that all of us crave it. I didn't make this because you're worthless without an arm or incomplete, I made this..."

The villain didn't finish the sentence right away. They looked a little lost in thought. "...I made this for you."

"I have never liked physical touch that much," the hero admitted. "But I have to admit, I did crave it. I craved a gentle form of it."

"You haven't experienced much gentleness, have you?" the villain asked and the hero didn't answer since the answer was quite clear. "Come here."

The hero hesitated but when the villain stood up from their chair, they did the same. The villain took their arm, the robotic one, and guided it towards their face until the hero could feel their cheek pressed against their palm. It was warm and it felt real, it felt kind.

Automatically, their other hand followed until they cupped the villain's other cheek. The villain closed their eyes and smiled softly.

"Can I touch you, too?" The hero nodded slowly and as the villain's fingertips brushed against their cheeks, they felt a peace they hadn't felt in a very long time.

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[alastor-simp]

How Do They Apologize To You When They Make You Upset/Mad - Vil Schoenheit

Rook glanced at Vil, as he was sitting at his desk, fingers tapping against the table, with a scowl on his face, as he was remembering the events that happened a few hours ago.

*Four Hours Earlier*

"Potato!! I have told you a million times, that is not the correct way to apply eyeliner!", Vil screamed at you, as you were facing your vanity mirror, holding an eyeliner pencil in your hand shakily. You look at Vil, apologetically: "Gomenasai, Vil-senpai." Vil, however, was not satisfied with your response, as he crossed his arms: "Sorry will get you nowhere, Potato. I have taught you this a million times, and you still do not follow my instructions. Apparently, a potato like you is unable to perform certain beauty techniques perfectly, unlike myself." Your eyes were cast down, as you took in all of Vil's words, to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. "S…ut u..", you said quietly, hoping Vil-senpai didn't catch what you said, but apparently he did. "What was that potato?", Vil said, as he gazed at you with an stern look. "I SAID SHUT UP!!!!!", You screamed at Vil, as you got up from the chair you sat on, and got up closer to Vil's face which was shocked by your outburst. "STOP ACTING LIKE THIS DRILL SERGEANT, AND FORCING ME TO FOLLOW YOUR STRICT BEAUTY ROUTINE, JUST SO I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL OR BE LIKE YOU! I CAN'T DO THE ROUTINE EXACTLY LIKE YOU BECAUSE I AM NOT YOU! EVEN WHEN I TRY TO DO WHAT YOU TELL ME, INSTEAD OF ENCOURAGING ME, YOU TALKED DOWN TO ME LIKE I'M NOTHING, A PLAIN POTATO WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT SIMILAR TO WHAT YOU DO TO EPEL-KUN!" Vil was trying to get a word in, but you refuse to give him any access to talk as you continued to scream at him. "I DON'T NEED SOME UPTIGHT JERK LIKE YOU, INSULTING ME LIKE THIS. I'M LEAVING!" After your outburst, you marched your way towards the door and slammed it, leaving a stunned Vil alone in the room.

*Present Time*

Vil was thinking heavily about what you said, not happy about you yelling at him, but also upset with himself that he was the cause for your outburst. "Roi du Poison, I understand you and Y/N have had an argument, but I would advise you both to come together and try to resolve this. I'm sure you don't want to get wrinkles on your beautiful face, stressing about the situation.", Rook said as he looked at Vil with a kind smile. Vil let out a huff, and got up from his chair, thanking Rook on the way out. Vil had arrived at your dorm room and knocked on your door, but he got no response. "Pot— Y/N are you there?", Vil asked as he knocked again, but got no response. Finally, Vil turned the handle and entered inside. He saw you sitting on your bed, with a blanket wrapped around your body like a cocoon. The lights were turned off and the windows were covered by the curtains. Vil felt an ache in his heart as he saw you like that, and walked closer to your bed, and sat next to you. No one said a word, as both you and Vil just sat quietly. "I'm sorry." "I apologize.", both of you apologized at the same time, and looked at each other with a shocked expression. A few minutes when by as you both started laughing from having apologized at the same time. After calming down, you turned your body towards Vil and looked him directly in the eye: "I apologize Vil-senpai. I shouldn't have insulted you like that. I didn't mean it." Vil shook his head, as he moved closer to you, and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. "I apologize as well Y/N. I never wanted to stress you out about applying makeup correctly and degrade you when you made a mistake. I see potential in you, same with Epel and all the other students here in Pomefiore, but I understand my methods were causing more harm then good." Vil released you from the hug and placed his hands on both of your cheeks, lifting your face up to look at him. His eyes were filled with a warm softness that made your heart beat rapidly. Vil leaned closer to your face, peppering it with kisses and leaving you covered in lip-stick marks. "Hee-hee. Vil-Senpai, that tickles.", you giggled as Vil continued to place kisses all over your face, leaning closer as you both fell on top of the bed, continuing the fluffy kissing session.

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[theshiftingcafe]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ shifting pick a pile ✧˖°࿐ ꒰"what do i need to hear right now?"꒱

hello! welcome to the shifting cafe!

for today's session, we'll be tackling about what exactly you need to hear right now in regard to shifting. basically, some simple advice.

i know a lot of you must be currently struggling with your shifting journey, so, i hope this simple pick a pile brings you comfort and leaves you with at least a little bit of clarity

REMEMBER: TAKE WHAT REASONATES, LEAVE WHAT DOESNT

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pick from at least one of these pictures:

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how have you been doing, pile one? the cards tell me that you’ve really been disappointed lately. not just with where you are in your shifting journey, but also especially with yourself. i’m getting the vibe that most of you haven’t exactly shifted yet, and you’re already getting so frustrated with it. sometimes, you start thinking to yourself if this was really meant to be for you, or if everything is just meant to hurt you over and over again.

the cards reassure you that all your hardwork will eventually pay off. all those restless nights, all those disappointments, all those frustrations, all those negative responses, will all be worth it in the end. you have such a strong determination and perseverance within you. even if you don’t realize it, you do! you’re willing to put up with anything and give as much, if not more than, the effort needed. and incase no one has told you yet, i am so so proud of you for it.

you’re going to, or currently going through, the end of an era. you’re leaving behind what no longer serves you and mourning all the losses you have experienced. change can’t be avoided, and change is necessary. so don’t be afraid. everyone goes through their own changes. no matter how small or big it is, every single one of us progresses forward one step at a time. perhaps the card is telling you to change something about yourself for your shifting journey. whether it be something simple like a method, or something bigger like your mindset or beliefs, remember to face it with courage and grace. also remember to be patient with yourself. make mistakes, have trials and errors, but never ever look down on yourself for them.

being fearful of shifting is completely understandable. but never let that fear swallow you into oblivion. you’re letting your emotions get the better of you and it’s slowly taking over the magic of how you view shifting. being overwhelmed with your emotions is perfectly normal, especially towards such a skill, but don’t let it get the better of your beliefs and judgment.

you’re definitely very committed to your journey, yet want to share your experiences with everyone else. maybe looking for a community like it perhaps? you’ve been thinking about it for a while now because it could benefit you as well like boost your belief and motivation in shifting. whatever it is, do whatever is necessary to bring your dreams and desires into fruition. because in the end, best believe you will succeed.

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that is all pile 1! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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∘₊✧───────────── pile 2 ─────────────✧₊∘

one word for this pile: early shifttok?

i feel like some of you reading this pile have discovered shifting through early shifttok and have consumed misinformation or are currently consuming misinformation without realizing it. you continue to look at shifting as this strict belief with certain rules that you can never break out of or have to follow 24/7 when really, you don’t. shifting isn’t some calculated experience where you have to be a certain person to shift. at the end of the day, as scary as it is, it’s you who makes yourself shift. not some random person on tiktok who claims to be an “all knower” of shifting, because honestly, shifting is still a big mystery to everyone. and i mean everyone. even me. so don’t be afraid to do anything out of the norm–or at least, out of the norm for shifttok. do a method differently, have a different outlook on shifting, whatever! it’s your journey, so why would you let other people influence it. there’s a big difference between considering suggestions and strictly following a single piece of advice. be wary which one you’re doing from tim to time, or else, you wont grow into your full potential.

you’re slowly losing your love for shifting, and i’m so sorry you feel that way. genuinely. you feel like you haven’t really gotten anywhere this whole time and you feel like you’ve just wasted your time and energy on everything. you’re finding it so hard to feel anything for shifting. no joy, no inspiration, not even sadness or frustration. just an empty hollow bittersweet feeling. you don’t feel any connection with your dr or shifting in general anymore and you’re ready to leave it all behind.

not a lot of people advise this, but personally, part of shifting to another physical body is also taking care of your current one. learn to appreciate simple everyday details of life. if you feel like you’re having a hard time doing so, start with something small like appreciating your meal or appreciating yourself for taking care of, well, yourself. if you’re having a hard time manifesting, start with something small like a penny on the floor or seeing a sticker on the wall. If you’re having a hard time connecting yourself with your dr, do mundane things like cleaning or brushing your hair and think about how you do this in your dr too. learn to live in the real world because this is exactly how you’re going to feel in your dr. it’s just as real as your current reality, and not some fantasy world where everything will go your way.

everythings not always going to end up right in your dr. you’re gonna knock a glass over and spill some milk, but the important part is calming down and cleaning the mess instead of freaking out and thinking you’re going to spill everything you touch. sit down for a second and realize that making a mistake is not a bad thing. it’s not your fault. it was never your fault. you made a mistake, you failed, you lost, and that’s perfectly ok. whats not ok is beating yourself up for it everyday instead of moving on or even learning from it and growing into a better person. the cards suggest turning to a spiritual path and slowly let go of your materialism. maybe a bit of shadow work would help?

sometimes, situations you plan for workout. sometimes, they don’t. but that isn’t a sign for you to just give up and punish yourself for something that you rarely ever have control of. life and shifting isn’t just a one chance moment and you aren’t just a one time wonder. there will be moments where you know exactly where you want to go, and either eventually succeed or eventually have a “try again” moment. other times, you will be wandering around aimlessly and uncertain about where you’re headed. you expect to then fail, right? but what if you succeed? what if you emit from the darkness and finally find light? because life will just forever be full of “what if”s, but it’s up to you whether you take the risk or not.

there’s absolutely no harm in trying as long as you’re ready to fail and reflect on it, and of course, be gentle and patient with yourself.

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that is all pile 2! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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if you ended up on this pile, you must be someone who’s very curious. asking about anything and everything all of the time. but let me ask you this: have you ever questioned yourself? i can see you investing your physical and emotional energy into shifting, yet you feel like you’re not getting anything in return. have you checked up on yourself lately? you have so much potential within you, yet you refuse to do a double take and realize that less is more. you don’t have to over consume on materialistic things in the 3d plane because that’s only leading you to stay here enjoying watching whatever that is rather than in your dr where you could enjoy it in real time.

the cards tell me that you’re scared of something. perhaps your dr, your future there, or shifting in general. what are you so afraid of? Perhaps this fear is coming from past repressed issues that you just can’t shake off and continue to haunt you till this day. they remind you to not be afraid to ask for guidance and assistance. talk to someone about it, console to someone about your fears, and so much more. remember to put your own wellbeing first rather than your priorities because you wouldn’t be able to focus on these if you still have dark lingering thoughts at the back of your head.

you’re gonna have to step out of your comfort zone and make changes not only with your routine but also with yourself. i’m sure you don’t feel confident with yourself right now as you have recently been facing so many delays and disappointments, but i promise you, you’ll be alright. stop beating yourself up and thinking you don’t deserve good things because you do. and you deserve to shift. i can assure you, you’re meant for great things. you may not be glowing as brightly as you were, but that doesn’t mean you’ve stopped being a star. eventually, you’re going to get that spark back.

having a fog about what's next for you is perfectly normal. anxiety with what's to come is too. perhaps you’re becoming less interested in something you’ve devoted your whole body and mind to. a dr maybe? or an s/o? again, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. don’t feel ashamed to let go and even replace your goals, wants, and needs. there are moments where you’re not going to be connected with your drs, but that’s perfectly normal. so don’t feel ashamed and beat yourself up for it. it’s your dr after all.

i can see you’ve recently been so emotional about your journey. just let it all out. if you have a friend, console them about your problems. if you have a journal, write your emotions out. understand what you’re feeling and understand why you’re feeling these emotions. but most importantly, don’t ever let your emotions get the better of you and control your actions towards yourself or others. feeling these are understandable. no one ever said this journey would be easy, and everyone’s experiences are different, but don’t let that discourage you. instead, let it inspire you more. so, wipe away those tears, dust off your knees, and take a deep breath before trying again. who knows? the next thing you know, you wouldn’t have even realized that you have already succeeded.

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that is all pile 3! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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that is it for today's pick a pile session! thank you so much for everyone who decided to participate/stop by and picked their piles for some guidance. i hope these resonated and i have interpreted them well for all of you.

if you have any suggestions for future pick a piles, please feel free to request through messaging me or leaving an ask!

for a personal tarot reading session, check out my carrd and order from my google forms!

thank you so so so much and i'll see you all soon! happy shifting!

・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・

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[honeyaiyako]

I AM NOT THE BEST WRITER‼️ Y'all remember that part of JJK english dub when Gojo was like "you cryin?" 🥴💦💕✨ If not go look it up. yeah I got the idea to write this from that. I'm am currently tipsy/drunk as I write this so please excuse any mistakes if there are any😅 update: I edited my mistakes and change some stuff around ✨‼️

You two were coming back from a mission, it was easier than you both thought so you two finished the job earlier than expected. Didn't even break a sweat, Gojo actually did all the work. You've know Gojo for about a year now, every so often you both were assigned missions together. You would never tell or show him but it was the most exciting times of your life. He was always so funny and cocky. He teased you a lot and picked fun but that only made time with him worth wild. You loved it all even his annoyance. Not only was his personality perfectly but god this man was beautiful. His eyes alone could bring a woman to their knees. You fell madly in love with this man ever since the first day met but you'd never admit to him you feel that way.

Word always got around about him being a womanizer a flirt and rumors about him going on multiple dates. You hated hearing that. That was the biggest reason you never pursued him. Honestly if you think about it you don't really remember him ever flirting with you, he treated you just as everyone else. You still kept your feelings distant. Your last relationship was so traumatizing you wouldn't dare put yourself in another situation to be hurt again. That was over a year ago and you haven't even entertained a male since. God why'd you have to meet him.

It was around 8pm and you both were walking back in silence to the car you rode in to go home. This was the part that bummed you out the most. You never knew when the next time you'd get to see him again, you two never talk outside of work. Even though you both had each others contacts, barley any messages were exchange between you and if they were it was always work related.

You both got in the car and you could feel yourself get a little sadder, the drive home was the last couple minutes you had me him. You honestly couldn't take this part anymore. You wonder why he suddenly was so silent. Your eyes glanced over to him and he had a normal blank expression you didn't know if you should break the silence or not.

Deciding not to, you leaned over against your arm and looked out the window. This isn't like it was your last mission with him so you'd get to see him again. You two continued riding in silence before Gojo's voice broke it.

"The night is still young, you wanna get food and hang out with me?"

Your heart skipped a beat hearing that. You have never did anything outside of work together. Your mouth spoke faster than you mind could think and you responded with a slightly nervous "yes." He probably noticed your nervousness too.

Trying to compose yourself and act normal you suggested several spots for you two to eat at.

"Orrr we could get food from this bbq place, I go all the time, no I want you to try this ramen place instead, no wait actually let's stop there!" So much for keeping your composure, you were so excited to spend time with him.

Gojo only chuckled I'm response. "We can go to all those places if you like."

"Sorry I'm just starving hahaha." You said rubbing the back of your head. Making to the restaurant you both walked inside and was greeting by a woman host. Immediately upon her greeting you two you could see the way she looked at Gojo, fluttering her eyelashes, being cute and eager to please. You would've lied if you would've said it didn't bother you just a little but who would blame her, look at him.

"Table for 2?" The host asked.

"Actually were getting Togo." Gojo responded.

You didn't really question why you two were getting food Togo, maybe he changed his mind about hanging out. You didn't say anything you simply just went with it. While you waited for your food you both sat at the bar.

"You wanna drink?" Gojo asked.

The last thing you needed was anything with alcohol in it, you were such a lightweight one drink could do almost do you in but it'd be nice to ease up the nervous feeling your having.

"Sure I'll take whatever your having." You smiled

Gojo smirked and got the bartenders attention. "2 long islands please."  Your eyes widen a little when you heard Long Island, that drink itself was like 5 drinks in one. You simply just told yourself don't drink the whole thing, the last thing you were going to do was get sloppy drunk embarrass yourself and have him looking at you differently.

You sipped your drink as you two waited for your order. Each sip make you a little more comfortable then the last. You could feel yourself getting tipsy. You became more open and fun. Of course you never were a dull girl with him but you did hold back. Each time you tilted your cup the more the world around you brightened. Every glance towards Gojo made your heart skip a beat. He made your mind run crazy.

"Here you go!" The bar tender sat down your food right in front of you all set and wrapped up in bags ready to go. You looked down at your drink that was only halfway finished and over to Gojo's that was completely gone. You slide the drink away from you knowing that another sip would probably ruin the night. Gojo grabbed the food from the counter and thanks the bartender for the service. You followed him out the door and back to the car. Since your drink calmed your nerves questioning the situation wasn't hard.

"Gojo, why did we get the food Togo, d-didn't you wanna hang out?"

Gojo looked at over you and smiled. " oh I didn't feel like being in public, let's go back to my place and eat, that okay with you?"

HIS PLACE!?

You've never been to his place, you were so tipsy and down for anything you only nodded your head. You just wanted to be with him you didn't care where you two went. You were just happy he still wanted to hang together. "Okay."

You arrived to a nice fancy building, they were condos, you knew Gojo was wealthy but seeing it in person was such a interesting feeling.

"We're here," he spoke as he parked and got out the car. He walked over the your door and opened it for you leading you two his home with his hand gently placed between your back and waist. Your heart was thumping, your mind only thought on the placed his hand touched. You could almost melt just from that. As he made it to his room door he unlocked it it walked in. It was so beautiful inside and smelled so nice. Your place was nice but it wasn't nothing like his. It felt so cozy here, if this was your place you'd never want to leave.

Gojo grabbed a remote and turned on the TV, he sat on a large couch and patted the seat next to him. "Come on don't be scared." He laughed. You sat down next to him, leaving enough space so you wouldn't be so close. There was a table infront of y'all where he placed the food down on. He opened the bag and separated all the food out of the table. As he was doing this you watched him. Every little move he made was so attractive. Being tipsy in the situation didn't help you at all, your appetite for the food vanish and you only craved him. Again you tried your best to hide it, you act normal as you thought possible.

Some time had went by and you both was watching a random movie on the screen. You both shared small talk here and there about the movie but just enough to not talk over it. Before Gojo could take a another bite of food he looked over at you who had a few crumbs on the corner of your mouth. He leaned over and placed his hand on your face. His hand cuffed your check as his thumb brushed the food away. You froze up just from his slight gesture. Now that you think about it you two have never had anything type of physical contact.

"You're making this so hard for me." He softly spoke as he somehow appeared closer to you. "Just come out and admit it already." That same thumb brushed across your lips and it sent shivers down your spine.

"Admit w-what?" You asked.

"Do you think you were being slick all this time, I can always see right pass that façade you put on."

"H-huh?"

"Just confess." Gojo asked smirking and cocking his head to the side.

"Confess what?"

"The way you feel."

"T-the way I feel?"

You tried to laugh off what he said, knowing Gojo, he plays around and teases you a lot. your laugh was cut short when you seen that he wasn't laughing with you. Those beautiful blue eyes burned into yours. It was like he was studying you from the inside out. You slightly turned you head away, this was starting to be too much and you knew you were blushing bad. Gojo turned your head back towards him putting himself back in your vision.

"If I were anyone else I would've definitely thought you weren't interested in the slightest but these eyes can see everything about you."

"Gojo stop playing around okay."

"I know the truth so just admit it, I won't let you go until you do"

You felt like you were having a heart attack, this man was going to kill you. There was no way in hell you were going to admit your feelings flat out to him like this, or even ever. You focused your eyes elsewhere again trying your best to run from the intimate situation and you noticed the room angle was a bit different. You looked back in front of you and you could see the ceiling. Maybe the alcohol messed with your physics but you didn't even notice you were laying on you back. Your legs were open spread over his and he hovered over you with both arms placed on each side of your head.

"You don't think it was hard for me too?" Gojo asked snapping your attention back to him. Everything in the room was a blur except him. The way he looked down at you as he hovered over your body drove you wild. Both your hands clutched onto your shirt not knowing where else to place them. The closer he leaned in the more his body spread your legs open. It's been so long since you've been in a position with someone like this or even had sex, you couldn't even remember what it felt like anymore.

The situation you were in wasn't something you were able to fight off, your body didn't listen to your words, every inch of you begged for him. "Gojo, what do you mean?" You whined. He leaned down and ghost his lips gently up your neck.

"Can I kiss here?" His voice flowed right through your ear and right between your legs causing a sensation you forgot existed. You only whined not wanting to answer him. You knew the only answer you wanted to give him was yes but you couldn't verbally give in. Every promise you made to yourself about staying away from him went out the window.

~Just kiss me already~

You gambled with yourself that maybe just giving in a little wouldn't be so bad, don't let him have too much of you. A little intimacy wouldn't hurt right?

a moan left your lips as Gojo's attached to your neck. It was soft and warm. He kissed the spots that tickled just right. Your hand gripped tighter and tighter into you clothes. The more you didn't object the more he gave you. You could feel his hips push down against you and spread you legs more. Kisses turned into sucking, licking and bites. You were being completely devoured by him, he took complete control, your body didn't belong to you anymore, it was his to do whatever he wants with.

He pulled away from your neck and came face to face with you. "Admit it." His eyes stared down into yours as he waited to see were you going to answer. You looked up at him with a small frown on your face, your chest rising and falling trying to retrieve back the air you lost trying to hold your voice in. Your face was completely flushed from blushing.

Gojo just chuckled as he pulled both your hands from you shirt and only used only one of his to pin them both above your head. "Speechless huh?" He went in again, this time his lips attached to yours. He didn't waste any time tonguing you down, it was almost as if he wanted to suck the life out of you. His hips pushed down completely into you now, spreading your legs so wide so you could feel it. He was hard, it felt hot against you. You moaned into his mouth as you felt him grind it against you. Over and over again he teased you with it.

You couldn't believe what position you were in, you were so scared to become just another one of the girls he messed with, so scared to become another rumor. You were in love with him, your heart couldn't take being played with again but you loved this man so much, you wanted him to take whatever he desired from you. Maybe this is where you mess up. This is probably the new start of a different heartbreak. You was at war with yourself.

"All you wanna do is moan, don't wanna answer me?" He said smiling down at you. "Alright."

You could feel hands pull away at the buttons on your shirt. The cold air in his home hit your chest but before your body cold completely grasp the feeling of being cold a warm hand gripped firmly into you.

"Nghh." You moaned out, closing your eyes and looking away as he fondled your chest. His hand rubbed and gripped all over your breast. Your back arched when his thumb ran over your nipples.

"That sensitive? They're so pretty, so soft, let's see how they taste." Gojo leaned down and glided his warm tongue across your bud, you bit down on your lips as he took it into his mouth and sucked it.

Over and over he practically made out with your breast till it was swollen and took on a different shape. He stayed on one breast so long that when he attached his mouth to the other it felt intense.

His hand still held yours above your head locking you down in place, he could feel you struggle against him but only because you couldn't handle what he was doing, it felt too good. He was so strong. You wanted to grip onto something but the only freedom you had with your hands was balling them into a fist. Gojo unattached himself from your breast and came back in for a kiss. You could feel Gojo's hand traveling down your chest to your stomach, it went lower and lower till you could feel his finger break past down through your clothes and past you panty line. He stopped just a little past the line of your panties, his fingers rubbed and teased threatening to dive down and touch you.

There was nothing you could do to close you legs, his hips kept them open. You knew when he stuck his hands down there he was going to get every answer he needed. You broke the kiss when his hands finally stopped teasing and touched you directly.

"Damn you're so wet." He breathed out. His face went from cocky and playful to being completely filled with pure lust. He took his middle finger and rubbed it across your clit back and forth.

"Nghhh, Gojo." You could only whine and moan as he played with you. It felt so good you could barely finish your sentence. "Aahhh!" You threw you head back as you felt him insert a finger inside you.

"Fuck, this is what you feel like?" Gojo asked as he fucked you with his fingers. He was two fingers deep in you completely driving you crazy. "I'm gonna make you cum so much for me." And he didn't lie to you, over and over again he fingered orgasms out of you. He was so good at this, he was showing you things you didn't even know your body was capable of. Your body was becoming overstimulated, slob was running down the corner of your mouth and tears begin to fall from your eyes, your body was shaking, you felt like such a mess.

"You cryin?" He asked cockily with a smile on his face.

knowing this, he wanted to just put his dick deep in you and give you a real reason to cry. He pulled his fingers out of you and presented to you the mess you made on his hands. "Is this how you feel about me?"

You eyes slightly widen and you looked away in embarrassment, to think he would even tease you in this moment as well. You wanted to wipe the tears away but they just kept flowing, plus your arms were still trapped above your head. Gojo let your hands free and you couldn't even remember how fast it happened you were still in a daze but your body was completely naked under him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you close up to him. Your arms laid lazily still above your head as you watched him remove his pants just enough for his dick to slide out.

"Can I show you how I feel about you?" He said as he rubbed his hardness across the slits of you pussy. Coating himself in your arousal. He didn't need your permission anymore you were just ready to feel him. The way you looked at him should've gave him the answer you were still verbally unable to give him.

"Nghhh." He moaned out as he sunk himself into you. Your were tight, wet, soft and warm. Every inch deeper he went made him want to just fuck the hell out of you. The erotic look on your face was the last straw, he couldn't wait on you to adjust to his size, he wanted to make you scream. "Cry for me." he breathed out as his hips greedily slammed into you over and over again.

"Gojo, Gojo, Gojo, Gojo." You moaned out his name as he fucked into you. He was so big, between your legs felt so full, your inside tingled with pain and pleasure.

He felt so good, you knew you fucked up so bad you'd never get over this feeling, you were gonna always crave him now. The man you'd promise to stay away from has you completely under his spell.

Inch after inch, deeper and deeper, over and over he fuck you as he pleased.

"Argghh G-Gojo pleaseeee, it's too muchhh." You begged as you tried your best to use your hands to slow down his hips.

He felt so wrong for being so aggressive with your body but his hips couldn't stop he only wanted to ravish you more, just listen to those pretty sounds you made and that erotic look on your face, he loved he was the reason for all of it.

"You think I don't know how you feel about me, you love me, ahhh fuck, and now your body does too." He grabbed your legs and pushed the into your chest adjusting the position to go deeper inside you. His hands gripped into the back of your knees using them as leverage. "Look at this mess you're making, I've never witnessed something so wet."

Screaming, moaning, whining and whimpers has basically became your language at this point. You were so fucked out and in complete heaven.

"It was so cute watching you pretend to not to, but these eyes could see right through you, your acting is amazing, you could've fooled anyone else but sadly not me, I can see through your entire soul, Ik when your happy, your sad, your angry and I know every drop of what you're feeling and right now, I know that "I love you" is on the tip of your tongue."

More and more tears flowed from your eyes because he was right. He was absolutely right, you wanted to tell him you love him, you wanted to tell him how happy he makes you, how much fun you have with him, how sad it is to see him go, how excited he gets you, how good he's making you feel right now. You didn't know if you were drunk on alcohol or sex but you were a few strokes away from giving him what he wanted.

You were on the verge of cumming before Gojo picked you up and flipped you the other way till you were in the doggystyle position

"Maybe I'd be easier for you like this, since your so shy." He said wasting no time to thrust himself back inside of you. He pounded into you at the same speed as before, this angle hit you a little deep the other. "Tell me you love me." He practically pleaded pushing you down on your back to get rid of the slight arc you had that stopped him from reaching the best parts inside you. "Take all of it, it all belongs to you."

You could feel your orgasm building back up. You were so turned on by his voice and everything he said to you.

"(Y/n) your making my dick feel so good right now, you're sucking me in and don't wanna let go, scared I'm going to leave?"

This orgasm was going to be intense you could feel it coming.

"I wanna come inside you, maybe we should go ahead and start a family together." His hands gripped tighter around your hips as he slammed you down onto his length. "You wanna make a baby with me?" He could feel you throbbing all around him reassurance that you were putty in his hands. He could mold and shape you into whatever he wants and you'd just let em.

That's it he's won.

"Y-yes, yes, Satoru, you're right I love you, I love you, fuck this feels so good" You cried out into the couch as you came around him in complete passionate bliss. He could feel you throw your hips back as he fucked you through your orgasm. He was so excited to hear you say his first name but more excited to finally admit your feelings.

"Good girl, just like that, I love you too, I love you too." Seconds after you came he released himself inside of you. "You're all mine, I only belong to you, I'll take care of you, gonna make you so happy."

Gojo pulled out of you and put you back onto your back. You looked up at him awaiting some kind of reassurance of what he said was true. He smiled at you before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back with the same passion.

Gojo simply said "I love you." before thrusting back inside of you ready to repeat it all again.

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A/n: And that's it🎉💕 feedback is greatly appreciate ✨ thanks for reading.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #smut #satoru gojo

[evelhak]

Aaaaa, this!!! I literally cried, I am so happy to see some actual common sense!! I am so, SO tired of this trend, it's not just Rory either, there's a really unfair pattern going on where the "renaissance" on a piece of media is basically just fans ripping a protagonist to pieces for things that these fans do not hold other characters, particularly beloved antagonists and rivals, accountable for.

This video perfectly illustrates the dynamic: Rory, who tries her best to both achieve her goals and be a decent human being while doing it, who never was a perfect human if you paid attention, gets held to the standard of an angel, so every time she makes a mistake that mistake is treated as disproportionately horrible and irredeemable. Meanwhile, as a good example, Paris, who consistently treats other people horribly, gets downright babied, and how she deserved better is repeated, her own responsibility over her actions downplayed or completely ignored. Only her good qualities are remembered, and highlighted.

There's an excellent quote in the video:

"The audience loves Paris because she is so over the top that she becomes a non-character. But when you take her as a real person and judge her with the same standards as you would Lorelai and Rory, she is pretty terrible."

This. This happens with so many characters whose traits are so much that they are viewed as inherently comedic or unbelievable, so they don't count in people's eyes. Paris having a fit in her college entrance interview, yelling over the interviewers and defending eugenics, gets brushed off as "poor baby, she's clearly mentally ill, she just deserves better, she should have gotten in", while Rory, who got manipulated into an internship by the BIGGEST journalism figure just so he could tell her "she didn't have it" was JUST weak and entitled for getting upset and discouraged over it.

Paris cheating on her boyfriend for months with a college professor gets pushed under the rug because people are too uncomfortable to even acknowledge the whole thing, meanwhile Rory is THE WORST for sleeping with a married guy after she repeatedly asked him if both him and his wife agreed their marriage was over, suggested they could try counselling, and was lied to by said guy that both he and his wife knew things were over between them.

Yeah, Rory made mistakes, and definitely didn't act perfectly after either of the situations I mentioned. She was emotional and people generally make mistakes when they are. But for some reason certain characters get a free pass all the time, while it feels almost like Rory gets punished for even trying to be a good person. Like "See, I caught her making a mistake, that means she's the worst." As if trying to have morals and be decent is inherently arrogant and hypocritical. Like trying and failing is worse than not even trying. It's like, her mom and grandparents and home town expect her to be perfect, so fans did too, and now they're mad at her for being human because they put her on a pedestal. Meanwhile characters who consistently don't care about their impact on others don't get scrutinized, their actually horrible behaviour is just taken as comedy or proof of their victimhood.

Basically, people are desensitized to horrible things from certain characters, they expect it, so they don't react to it, but when Rory who is "supposed to be good" makes a mistake, it's suddenly the core of her character and all she is. Geez.

And don't get me wrong, I love both Paris and Rory. I love every character in the show. But this double standard drives me nuts. So many characters in the show have done very similar things as Rory gets accused of, some of them while feeling no remorse. Some of them have done a lot worse things that get forgiven easily.

And don't even get me started on what a hot guy with a tragic backstory gets excused for. Yeah, some things are understandable when you know the backstory. That doesn't make those things not wrong.

It's like people are obsessed with the idea that someone who appears good on the surface must be bad, and vice versa. Nuance be damned.

#Youtube #bad media analysis #gilmore girls

[thesoftestpunk]

Taste of Whiskey

Summary: friends to lovers where you and Bucky go for a night of drinking with friends and it ends in the most unexpected way

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 4080

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for ages. If there’s a paragraph you recognize, I took it from this and put it in co-a because I never expected to post this. Also not beta read so, sorry for any mistakes. And if my sibling sees this, I am so so so so sorry 😬

Warnings: smut so minors dni!! Alcohol consumption, slight sub!bucky, cheesy smut, piv sex, oral (f receiving)

You’re tipsy. So tipsy, in fact, you think you might be drunk, but so is everyone else in the room. It feels like the last time you went out drinking was the night you met Bucky through your best friend. Maybe it was true, but it was a while ago. Sure, you’ve had a few drinks here and there at functions or alone with him in either his or your apartment. You both haven’t gone out for the sake of going out and getting drunk, though. Not for months. A thought popped into your mind around your second drink while you observed people. Bucky was being exceptionally gentlemanly tonight. That or you were imagining things with your inhibited mind. You’re watching him across the bar, chatting idly with another coworker of Kates. Kate, who was flirting heavily with a man next to her.

Somehow, his eyes land right on you, and suddenly squirm at the action. Playing it off, you wave politely and he lifts his drink in response. Fuck, you think as you take a large sip of whiskey, which you forgot was whiskey, when did he start looking at me like that? It wasn’t the normal amusement. It was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, and what you were thinking was you wanted him to push you against a wall and—

“You want another?” The guy's friend Kate is flirting with asks you.

“Oh,” you look down to your glass, the only thing left being the singular ice cube. “Uh, I don’t know. Might go back to something lighter.”

“One more couldn’t hurt.” He’s charming, you’ll give him that, but he wasn’t Bucky.

“Sure,” you slide your glass to him with a polite smile. “One more.”

While he goes back to the bar, you glance over at Bucky. He’s watching from the side of his eyes, trying to not be obvious about it. It makes you laugh and drop her head a little, knowing you wouldn’t be seen too much.

“What’s so funny?” The modelesque man is back, whiskey held out for you.

“That was fast,” you comment as you take it, not taking a sip yet. “I, um, I was laughing at a friend across the room.” Gesturing vaguely, you don’t want his eyes landing on Bucky, who is still subtly watching. “Thanks for the drink.”

“No problem,” he holds up his own glass and clinks it against yours.

Quickly, you find out he’s funny, despite looking so perfectly handsome. It actually almost seems fake how symmetrical his face is. Still, he makes you laugh. Genuine ones as well, not the polite kind where you want to run away from the conversation and are just waiting until he gets bored. As you let out a hearty laugh, your hand lands on his shoulder and he moves in. You realize he’s trying to make a move and curse your drunk flirty self. It wasn’t your intention, but you don't see yourself going home with the guy. Getting another laugh out of you, he puts an arm around your shoulders while you’re distracted. You lean in, not thinking about it at all. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he’s standing suddenly and going back to the bar.

From the corner of your eye, someone walks up to you. You didn’t think you’d be this popular tonight, but then you realize it’s Bucky.

“Need any saving?” He had one hand shoved in his front pocket and the other holding his bottle of beer.

“What makes you say that?” Placing your chin on your hand, you try to not act too flirty.

“You looked a little… I don’t know. When he put his arm around you.” Trailing off, he feels like an idiot for even asking. Wait… was he jealous?

“No, I’m- I'm fine.” Watching his face drop a little, you can’t help but feel oddly victorious. You were making him jealous, something you didn’t think was possible. For courage, you finish off your whiskey once more. “Saw you flirting with someone.”

He rolls his eyes, the corners of his lips just barely turning up. “I wasn’t—“

“You two know each other?” The model looking guy asks and you realize you either never asked for his name, or he said it and you forgot it because you were staring at Bucky the whole time.

“We’re friends,” You explain, taking the third glass of whiskey he offers you.

“Just saying goodnight.” Bucky gives a pained smile. “I should head home, so…”

“What? No!” You pout. “It’s barely midnight!”

“Nah, I should,” he points to the exit.

“Well, I need a walk home.” You gather up your purse, ignoring the fact that you were trapped in the booth by the model guy. “I’ll join you.”

“I- I could walk you home,” the guy offers, turning pink in embarrassment.

“Thank you for the drinks.” Grabbing your glass, you take it all in one sip, trying to not show how badly it burned. “And lovely meeting you, but I should go with him. Make sure he gets home alright.” Before either can argue, you’re waving the guy out of the booth and stand beside Bucky. “Kate, we’re leaving!”

“Don’t wait up,” she says over her shoulder, clearly intending on going home with whoever she was flirting with.

As the two of you walk out of the building, you realize just how much you had to drink in a short amount of time. It makes you a little wobbly, and wearing heels definitely doesn’t help. Bucky’s hand falls on your lower back, keeping you steady until you’re outside. A jolt runs through your spine at the feeling. You convince yourself it’s from all the shots you took so quickly. Outside, it’s still chilly, but not as cold as that first night. You don’t need a coat on your bare shoulders, but every time, Bucky places his there.

“So, you did need to be saved.” Now that you’re outside, Bucky can speak in his normal, softer voice. Another jolt runs down your spine.

“Well,” you hold tight to your clutch, hoping to not give yourself away. “He wasn’t my type so I didn’t want to lead him on, you know.”

“Ah.” He pretends it’s some sort of huge revelation, but he knew that fact about you already.

It’s silent for a while, the only noise between the two of you being your heels clicking against the sidewalk. You feel a little silly. It’s like you’re in high school all over again crushing on some cute boy. It always left you stupidly speechless, which rarely ever happened. Glancing at him from the side of your eyes, you notice it’s a little obvious to him that something is up. He keeps expecting you to speak.

“Everything okay?” He finally asks when you’re about a block or so from your apartment. “You’re unusually quiet.”

“You prefer it that way,” you shrug lightly. “I figured after all that noise, you would want some quiet.”

Bucky studies your face, knowing you’re lying but he just can’t figure out why. Instead of calling you out on it, he just nods once and looks to his feet. Well, shit. He probably thinks you're hiding something bad from him. Or worse, but you can’t think of what that would be. Your footsteps fall together as you near your apartment faster than you wanted. The best times with him were when they were walking.

You only take one step up on the stoop before realizing Bucky wasn’t going to follow. Turning, you find him just watching you. “Oh.” You realize you’re still wearing his jacket and hand it back over.

He clutches the leather tightly, almost as tight as you had been holding your clutch. Opening his mouth to say something, he decides against it and closes it, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks to the side confused. You can’t help but love the way his eyebrows scrunch together. Reaching out, you run your thumb between them, smoothing out his skin. He looks up at you, innocence written all over his features. Just as he opens his mouth to say something again, you capture his bottom lip between yours. With the advantage of wearing heels and being a step taller than him, he has to lean up into you. A soft sigh warms your lips as he kisses you back, noting that you taste of whiskey. It’s then he pulls back, looking worried once more.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“So have you.” You work on the line between his eyebrows with your thumb once more.

“But you’re drunk. I’m not going to use that as some sort of advantage.”

“And you won’t,” you place a kiss on his forehead, making him close his eyes. Softly, you kiss his eyelids, listening to him sigh as his long lashes tickle your skin.

“Doll…” he pulls away, shaking his head. He won’t lie when he says he misses your touch immediately. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”

“Bucky,” you lift his head up by his chin, his scruff scratching your fingers. “I won’t regret a thing. Unless…” your heart skips a beat from worry. “Unless you would?”

Placing his hand on yours, he pulls it away from his chin and you expect him to leave, but he kisses the palm of your hand. It steals the breath from your lungs, making you feel lightheaded.

“Of course I wouldn’t. I was actually hoping to take you out on a date before even thinking of kissing you.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your chests nearly pressed against each other. “Doesn’t tonight count?”

“I never asked.” Tilting his head up, their noses bump together before he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Can’t we just pretend you did?” You whisper.

“I’m a pretty old fashioned guy.”

“So that’s a no on coming upstairs with me.” You move your hands to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs. It almost makes him say yes immediately.

“I really don’t know how to say no.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more.

“Then say yes.” You whisper this in his ear, hot breath tickling his skin. If you said anything else in that tone of voice, he was sure he was going to combust on the spot.

He can’t even speak, just nodding vigorously until you’re dragging him up the steps. In the elevator, he tries to be respectful in case it stops for another floor, but the moment the doors close, he takes you by the hips and presses you against the wall. The railing digs into your lower back, but you don’t care as he moves his hands to cup your face and deepen the kiss. It’s slow, your tongues gliding against each other’s. His hips press you further back, eliciting a gaspy moan from you. It was sort of the last thing you were expecting. As he’s just about to grind further into you, the elevator stops and dings to let him know they can get off.

You grab his hand loosely, dragging him to your front door. You try getting your keys one handed, but it’s difficult. What makes it even more so is Bucky standing closely behind you, placing slow, tender kisses along your neck. Practically burrowing into the crook of your jaw, and his hands wrap around your middle, freeing one of yours. You’re sure your hands are trembling so bad, you won’t be able to open it but you finally do and pull him inside, still attached to you. It makes you laugh and move away to close the door quietly and turn back to him.

Bucky pulls you in close, his mouth moving from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. You gasp when he takes some of your skin in between his teeth. He doesn’t bite hard, just enough to get a rise out of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t play rough, but a lot of people took him to be a very vanilla guy. Every kiss is hot instead of sweet, which is what you had expected. Deciding they needed to move elsewhere, he walks backwards, pulling you along until the back of his shins hit the couch. He doesn’t quite sit down yet, just taking you in, hair slightly a mess and lips swollen.

“What?” You laugh nervously.

Oh, god, he’s suddenly realized he likes making you nervous.

“Nothing,” he glides the back of his fingers over your shoulder, following the curve. It actually makes you shiver, which makes him even harder. He’s not sure how much his jeans can take at this point. “You sit.”

Without even questioning him, you do so. If he asked you to lick the floor right now, you would without complaint. Looking up, you let him cup your face in his hands. His stomach is lined right up to your face and you’re sure what he wants you to do. So, you begin to unbuckle his belt, but his hands suddenly stop you. Confused, you look back up to him for an answer.

“I wanna focus on you.” Swiftly, he gets on his knees in front of you, hands running up your thighs until they reach the bottom of your dress. Grabbing the fabric he pulls it up and you spread your legs for him. As he pulls at your underwear, that is definitely not hot or sexy, you lift your hips to help get them off. He kisses your knee, his scruff scratching against the skin. It’s sensitive, making you suck in a breath. Trailing kisses up along your leg, dragging his chin along and making it burn, he focuses on your inner thighs. You’re a squirming mess, waiting for him to move further. Before you can begin to think of begging, he pulls your hips forward to get you more comfortable.

It’s heaven when his tongue finds your center. He works slowly at first, listening to every gasp and whine that comes out of your mouth. He’s anything but rough down there, taking the time to figure out what gets you worked up. What makes you grab his hair tightly, or the leg you have swung over his shoulder dig into his back to push him farther forward. You’re practically riding his face at this point and he’s just there for support. But then for a long moment, you’re quiet and still, just taking in the feeling of his tongue on you which makes him look up through his lashes.

“You okay?” He says between kisses to your thigh.

“Of course,” you’re breathless.

“Good. Can't have you passing out on me.” He slowly inserts a finger, which in turn makes you tug on his hair.

“God,” you whine out, the heat in your stomach building faster and faster. “You’re so nice and- and-“ you lose sense of words when he adds another finger and curls them. “Thoughtful. Fuck, I’m close.” Feeling you tightening around his fingers, he focuses back on you until you’re climaxing all over him. As you ride it out, and even as you try catching your breath, he kisses your thighs until you can breathe normally again.

“Y/N?” He leans back a bit, a curious smile on his face. All you give is a hum in response, eyes still closed. “Did you just cum at the thought of how ‘nice and thoughtful’ I am?”

“How about instead of answering that question, I make you cum this time.” You pull him up to sit on the couch and crawl onto his lap.

“I’d really like the answer.” His hands run up your sides, stopping at the thin straps of your dress. Pushing them down, he lets the shiny fabric fall around your waist to expose your breasts.

“You know the answer.” Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you lean in for a kiss but he moves his head back. Either way, you still end up pressing your chest against his, the cool air having hardened your nipples which he feels right through his shirt.

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He places kisses along your cheeks, feeling your smile and laughing softly.

“You’re such a cocky ass sometimes.” Leaning back, you look him in the eye, but tug on the hem of his shirt instead. “Only if you get more naked. Even the playing field.”

“Deal.” Anything to hear those words from you. He watches you take him in, knowing this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him without a shirt, but it is the first time you get to admire him. When you place a hand softly on his abdomen, he can’t help but laugh a little.

“Ticklish huh?” You tease but don't continue to do so, instead rolling your eyes at what you have to say. “Okay. You, James Bucky Barnes have made me Y/N, I refuse to give you my middle name, L/N cum at the idea of how nice and thoughtful you are. Along with some other nice things you were doing of course. I was basically already there.”

“How romantic,” he laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. He tastes like you, which you kind of forgot about, but you don't hate it. You move up a little on your knees, forcing his head to tilt back and deepen the kiss, a groan coming deep from his chest. It makes you fall back down onto his lap, thrusting your hips into his and grinding against his hardened dick. Instead of a groan, Bucky practically whines out your name, breath picking up at the sensation. You didn’t know you could do that to him. It felt pretty fucking good.

“You want me?” You whisper against his lips and move your hips up against him again, the roughness of his jeans against your already sensitive bud making you gasp. Bucky just hums, pulling you in by the back of her neck for a sloppy kiss. “Say it.” You grind down roughly, eliciting another whine from him. It makes your cheeks flush with heat and your stomach twist. “Say you want me, Buck.”

He knows you won’t kiss him until he does, your lips hovering near his, sharing his breath, but you fight against the hand on the back of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. I want you.”

Not wanting to torture him any more than you already have, you reach down and work on getting his pants off. You’re both in such a rush that he just gets them halfway down his thighs. You wrap a hand around him, giving a few good strokes, watching as his head falls back against the couch. The length of his neck is exposed, leaving it for your lips to graze over it, biting softly here and there. Lining yourself up, you lower yourself on him, whimpering as he stretches you out and at the low groan rumbling in his chest.

“What?” He asks when you just stare at him with hooded eyelids. “Are you okay?” Reaching up, he holds your face softly with his right hand.

“Yes,” you can’t help but laugh at the fact that he’s still checking up on you. “You don’t have to ask.”

“I want you to be comfortable and most of all, conscious.”

“Bucky,” you take his face in both of your hands, well aware that you’re just sitting there with him inside of you and neither of you make a single move. “Even if we did shit so gross, and disturbing that you couldn’t even look me in the eye after? I’d still be comfortable then. Fuck, I’d let you do whatever you wanted. Even if it was illegal.”

Bucky chuckles, hands falling to your lower back and looks up at you through his eyelashes. Fuck, how did he have such long eyelashes? It wasn’t fair. “Right now,” he forces your hips to move, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. “I just want you. Nothin fancy or wild. Just you.”

You connect your lips again, both moving slow, opposite of the heated kisses you’ve shared so far. Bucky's grip on your waist tightens so much you think he might leave bruises and forces your hips to continue moving. It doesn’t take long for you to comply, loving the feeling of him stretching you out with each move. Bucky moves from your lips to your neck, biting your collarbone roughly. You were supposed to be the one making him feel good, not the other way around. He had already done that for you and you wanted to return the favor. Pushing him back against the couch, you try to look stern, but when he bites his bottom lip, you nearly melt.

“It’s my turn to focus on you,” your voice sounds stern at least. “Make you feel good.” Your hands glide through his chin length hair, stopping at the nap of his neck and pulling as you place soft kisses over and around his Adam’s-apple.

“You do,” he gasps out. Despite what you said, his hands grip tighter, making you move against him faster. “Fuck,” he whines again. “Fuck, you feel good.”

You hum against his neck, smiling at the noises he’s making. “Keep whining like that, James, and I can make you feel even better.”

The use of his first name has him picking you up and tossing you onto you back on the couch, and climbing over you. He re-inserts himself roughly making you cry out from both pleasure and pain. If it didn’t feel so good, you’d probably feel guilty for your elderly neighbor possibly having to hear that.

“You like when I call you that?” You have a smirk on your face and you bring up a hand to run over his lightly persperated chest, your fingers tangling with the chain of his dog tags. “Hm, James?” Now you’re just teasing him but instead of answering, he just slams his hips back into you, getting another soft cry.

“I actually do,” he mumbles, a slight blush on his cheeks. He also likes the sight of his dog tags as they drag back and forth between your breasts, the cold metal shocking you at first. Or how you pull the hair at his neck anytime he hits a spot that makes you moan. Honestly, he loves every inch of you, addicted to the feeling, the sound. He growls into your neck, feeling the pressure build up to the point of exploding.

“Go ahead,” you coo, fingers softly scratching his scalp instead of being rough. “Don’t worry about me.”

“What? Don’t think you could do it again?” He leans back to look you in the eye, determined to watch you as you fall over the edge again. Last time he didn’t have the best angle, but he still got a glimpse.

“Is that a challenge, Barnes?”

Damn, he’d hoped for a James.

“Maybe.” His thumb moves over to your clit, rubbing circles. It was mostly a challenge for himself, but he didn’t have the words to say that out loud. He was getting too close, and you tightening around him was very much helping. Gasped curses and ‘ah James’s falls past your lips, egging him on, until his hips stutter as he cums inside of you. It isn’t too long until his fingers have you climaxing again.

You’re slightly drowsy from all the alcohol and physical activity so when Bucky stands suddenly, your eyes snap open in curiosity. He picks you up bridal style and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down before turning away. You grab his hand before he can leave.

“Stay.”

“I am, don’t worry baby.” Leaning down he gives your forehead a kiss. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

It feels like forever until he returns with a warm rag, and cleans the mess between your legs. You look up at him affectionately, and if you weren’t so tired, you’d suggest a third round because you’re beginning to realize you’re falling madly in love with him.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Bucky leans down for another kiss to your forehead and you realize you’ve just said that out loud. You don’t have any time to be embarrassed before he’s climbing into bed behind you. Pulling you close, he leaves a trail of kisses along your neck, whispering sweet compliments until you’re dozing off to sleep.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #my writing

[thedancefloorsilly]

Hi! I think this is your ask/request box so please correct me if I’m wrong lol.

If you don’t mind could you do Shalnark,Feitan,Phinks, and Illumi with a s/o who asks to paint his nails? Just like a head canon of if they’d allow it and what colour n stuff

Also I love your blog, I love how you pretty much stick to the canon. Have a good day/night :)

𐐪♡︎₊˚ trouble trio + illumi :: reader asks to paint their nails

hii!!! and yes youre totally fine this is the right place <3 imma just say rn that i LOVEE this req lol its so cute! and thank you so much omg <33 i like to try and stick to canon so i appreciate you noticing i hope u have a great day/ night as well MUAH

cw :: might have spelling mistakes its a lil long hehe

✧.* phinks

- you and phinks were absentmindedly watching the t.v., when a nail polish commercial came on and immediately struck you with a certain idea. you smiled to yourself, and called out your bf’’s name, "hey phinkkkksss," you sang out, which caught his attention. "yeah?" he answered.

- "can I paint your nails?"

- he makes a grimace when you first ask him this, and by the looks of his face... he's ready to tell you a hard no. it's going to take a bunch of 'pretty pleases' and other ways of convincing for him to give in. 

- but once he's thought about it, phinks will finally let you paint his nails.

- you tell him you're only gonna put clear polish on him, just so its not too ‘showy’. then again, phinks’ hands and nails are... a little roughed up so to say, which prompts you to think: why not just give him a whole manicure!

- once you start, phinks never realized he’d feel this relaxed by this process. he’s just sitting down watching you intently cut his nails, filing them down, shaping up his cuticles, while also thinking to himself, “is this why people love getting their nails down??”. 

- plus he just lovesss all this attentive care you’re giving him!

- right as you were about to paint his pointer finger with the clear polish, he immediately stops you. “i changed my mind,” he says abruptly , “go paint ‘em however you want,” phinks then smiles. and nooo he totallllly didn’t say that to make the process longer noooo.

- but you smile at his request, and follow along with a green polish. phinks notices this and smiles, appreciating how you chose his favorite color to paint his nails :)

- “finished already?” phinks asks once he sees you start to dry them off. “Nope!” you say, and then immediately take his hand to plant a kiss on them, “but now i am.”

- he chuckles, and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, while then eyeing the work you did. this whole manicure thing really wasn’t as bad as phinks thought. in the future, there might be a chance where phinks might suggest for you to do his nails again <3

✧.* feitan

- believe it or not, feitan actually enjoys watching you paint your nails. he finds the whole process of it so satisfying whenever you do.

- the precision of each individual stroke, along with the gratification he gets whenever you perfectly paint your nails is something he'll never get tired of (except when you mess up...)

- but one day after you were finished painting your nails and waiting for it to dry (of course he was there next to you), you brain lit up with a little idea.

- "how 'bout i paint your nails for a change fei?" you asked him, to which he just looked at you stoically.

- now feitan didn't give an immediate response right away... he just had this blank look to him, a look that would be almost impossible to decipher.

-"fine," feitan decides, which makes you happy and surprised to see. You search through the colors of your little bag filled with nail polishes, but immediately stop once feitan tersely says, "black" (no surprise tbh).

- so as you find the black sitting at the bottom of the bag, he puts his hands out toward you and you get the nail polish wand ready. the thing about feitan is that his hands aren't shaky or anything so its really easy to paint!

- as you precisely cover each nail, feitan literally finds everything SOO relaxing likeeee

- watching you do your nails is one thing but being the person getting their nails painted is another!! he loves the pampering feeling you're giving him, and though his usual bare expression says otherwise, he's actually thoroughly enjoying himself!

- once you're done and they’ve dried, feitan intently looks at all of them. now you might be nervous about what your boyfriend might say, but no no no he's looking at his nails like that because he LOVES it!! 

- it's really adding to his look he thinks, and under his mask feitan has this cute smile on his face.

- he then pulls down his mask to give you a small kiss to your temple :) and as he notices that you haven't painted your nails yet, he's asking if he could paint yours black so that you guys can match.

✧.* shalnark

- definitely the most lenient of the four to allow you to paint their nails! 

- So the minute shalnark jokingly asks, “what if you paint my nails someday,” you immediately take it as an opportunity to do it!! when you ask him what colors he wants, he just leaves it all to you so that you can surprise him (”pick whatever color you want, _____.”).

- now obviously you’re gonna take advantage of that opportunity... which leads you wanting to do the most extravagant nail design ever- 

- each finger is gonna be some different color and different design, whether it be polka dots or stripes or glitter or gems... shal literally does not KNOW what he’s got into. 

- and he even realizes this the minute you take out EVERRYY single color and little design accessory you’re gonna be using on him... for sure you know that your inner nail artist is come out so shal better come thru with a tip and everything LOL

- now as you start painting his nails, the colors you’re using are... questionable to say the least, and shalnark can’t help but make a jovial grimace when he see’s them.

- “that’s an— interesting design choice you’re going for, _____!” your boyfriend says oh-so cheerfully when he see’s how you’re doing his middle finger .

- “hm? i don’t see a problem with them?” you joked back giggling, as if you weren’t trying to recreate a portrait of shalnark literally onto his nail. spoiler alert: it looks like a giant glob. 

- (listen, your intention is to have fun, not to make them look pretty!)

- so once you’re on your very last nail to paint, and shalnark has experienced every stage of grief after seeing how you did them, the minute you place those last gem stones onto his left-hand pinky is when you finally announce that you’re done! 

- and the minute you give him that excited (and giggly) smile, he gazes over at your creation and you two just can’t help but to laugh.

- now shalnark hopes that chrollo doesn’t call a troupe meeting anytime soon, because its practically be impossible for him to remove them off from the amount of top coat you put on them. and noticing that your nails aren’t painted, nows your turn to experience the saaame treatment.

✧.* illumi

- the idea of you painting them actually came from a dream, in which you were decorating his nails with a shiny black paint on them. though you really weren’t sure how he was going to react, you decided to give it a try and ask illumi.

- now at first, your lover just stares at you with no trace of emotion found in his eyes. in his mind he was confused. he didn’t really see the purpose of painting them or anything. they were only a weapon, nothing more nothing less.

- but you explained to him that painting his nails was honestly just for fun, something you guys could try together!

- and so illumi takes this information with ease and allows you to paint his assassin nails (even though he still didn’t really get the hype with them...)

-when you start painting his longgg nails, he’s kinda just STARING at you the whole time... it’s a little pressuring because illumi’s gaze can be a little intense sometimes.

- everytime you make a teeny mistake, he might point it out 😭 saying stuff like “you smudged it” or “there’s a spot you missed”. and this isn’t him trying to be rude or anything, illumi’s just trying to help in his eyes.

- even though things feel quiet, deep down illumi actually really likes this whole process. illumi never really got any kind of attention growing up, so seeing you putting this much effort in something as little as painting his nails, it really makes him feel appreciated. 

- so yes, he’s very much enjoying the process now :) even closing his eyes in relaxation as you continue down the line of nails. once you tap your hand, signaling that you’re finished, he opens his eyes again.

- “done already,” he asks, and as you nod, deep deep down Illumi feels a little disappointed (he was really enjoying himself after all)!

- the minute he looks down, he takes his new painted nail’s in. once again... cue that blank stare. does he like them?? does he hate them?? does he—

- “they look nice,” illumi finally says, making you let out a quiet sigh in relief because you honestly can never know with him... 

- even though your boyfriend’s lack of words might suggest that he didn’t think much of them, deep down, Illumi was more than impressed! he really thought they looked nice :)) that, and every time he see’s them, illumi will just be reminded of you <3

#aye she writes #hxh #hunter x hunter #trouble trio #illumi #illumi zoldyck #phinks n the usual man-icure #i take so long to do reqs nowadays i apologize #also this is so long oopsies #i had a lot of fun w shals lol #shalnark #phinks headcanon #feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #phinks x reader #illumi x reader #shalnark x reader #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter fluff #feitan fluff #illumi fluff #phinks fluff #shalnark fluff #shalnark ryusei #phinks magcub #illumi hxh

[acotar-taylorsversion]

Just Because I Want This to Be Seen..

This is a response to a post about how Az just wants a mate and Elain doesn't want a mate and that's why she's avoiding Lucien. I thought about just reblogging it but I deleted it because it wasn't enough for me lol

Anyways.......

Azriel wants a mate, yes, because he is fae and he knows what having a mate means. He sees how happy his brothers are with their mates so how could he not want one. Cassian had even stated that he was jealous of Rhys at one point and nobody called him entitled? He is also questioning why 2 of his brothers were given 2 of the sisters that were Made by the cauldron and why the third was mated to someone else. It's a choice of words, not just thinking that Elain is "third." I understood what he meant perfectly and I don't blame him at all. After all the feelings he's been having towards Elain and the fact that she wants nothing to do with Lucien and was more than willing to give in to those same feelings with him, not her mate, Az has every right to question the cauldron. There is more than enough evidence throughout the series that suggests that Az acts more like Elain's mate than Lucien does. I would not be surprised if his lack of sleep, headaches, and overall broodiness is because of some type of bond with Elain that isn't being acknowledged because everyone is too concerned with her bond with Lucien. He's confused and he has every right to question everything.

And Elain has stated that she does not want a mate. Meaning she does not want Lucien. There is no "getting to know him" or "giving it a chance." She does not want it. She is and has been developing feelings towards Azriel. Even if Az is her mate and Lucien never was, Az would not have told her right a way. He would have let her get used to her new life and accept things, just like Rhys tried to do with Feyre and Cassian tried to do with Nesta. If you truly understood Az, then you would know this.

I am so sick and tired of people misinterpreting Az's character. He does not feel entitled to her. He cares for her and wants to protect her. What is so wrong with that? He doesn't feel worthy of her. He won't let him think of a future with her because he does not feel like he deserves her. He knows she is mated to someone else, but he can't stay away from her. He can't stop these feelings for her. Lucien, on the other hand, has no problem leaving and being gone for weeks at a time. I am so sick of hearing people say "Elain is confused, she doesn't know what she wants." She has made it very clear how she feels about having a mate and how angry she is at the fact that she has one. Lucien is the reason Grayson would not accept her back. He is apart of the most traumatic night of her life. She will never forget that and I don't think she will ever forgive him for that either. People need to accept that it looks like she was moving on from Grayson because of her feelings for Az, not Lucien.

After everything that is already canon about Elain and Lucien, if she chose the bond, it would not be for herself. I don't care what anyone says. She knows that Rhys needs all the alliances he can get with the Autumn Court. I would not be surprised if her returning that necklace meant that she was so hurt by what happened that she couldn't bear to look at a reminder of what could have been. She does not know that the only reason Az didn't kiss her was because of Rhys. That's the only reason he stopped. That's the only reason he FORCED HIMSELF TO SAY THAT IT WAS A MISTAKE. And, to be honest, this might push her to accept Lucien, because she thinks the one person who she wanted to move on with doesn't want her and she's going to settle for Lucien to make everyone else happy. Can't you see Az hearing this and exploding with anger towards Rhys and racing to get to her? And then Lucien seeing all of this and rejecting the bond for her? Because I can. Why would Sarah talk about rejecting mating bonds and exploring what happens after? And y'all can't say it's LoA and Beron because it is not mentioned anywhere that they are mates. They have an arranged marriage. And if they are mates, please tell me because I have been looking everywhere.

I am just over people saying that Az is entitled and only "wants a mate not Elain." I hate how people baby Lucien and say only he "deserves happiness and a mate." Like what is wrong with y'all? Y'all don't see how hypocritical y'all sound?

#acotar #elain archeron #elriel #azriel shadowsinger #anti el*cien #anti elucien #pro elriel #pro elain archeron #pro azriel

[milequaritchsslut]

Aged Up Yandere Neteyam x Fem Reader x Lo’ak Part 4

Warnings: Yandere, pet names, swearing, Lo’ak being the cutest ever, heavy Lo’ak x Reader, Neteyam being a lunatic, jealousy, control issues, unhealthy possessiveness, arguing, yelling, kissing, cheating, hissing, slut shaming, Y/n fighting back (yay), blackmail, manipulation, tainted dreams, violence, mentions of choking, mentions of death, crying, hugging, biting (?), love triangle

Word count: 3k

Note: Ngl I kinda got carried away with this chapter 😭 uhm sorry if you don’t like it. It’s totally understandable if you don’t. But I hope you do enjoy it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

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“Yes—I am” you nodded, grateful you could soon call Neteyam yours forever. He smiled back, grinning at your gesture. You were such a good girl for him, so sweet and kind. You did everything he asked of you, even though he didn’t ask for much. Except for when you didn’t, when you decided to be defiant and ignore his crystal clear rules. He hated it when you did that, why couldn’t you just listen to him? He let his emotions get the best of him a few times, and would get a little too physical. But he always said he was sorry so it was ok right? That’s what he told himself at least, he even convinced himself it was Eywas “will”. God was he in fucking deep, too deep to get out. He had such a gaping hole not even Ewya could save him. But he didn’t need saving, he was perfectly fine. He had just made a few “mistakes”, is what he called his little outbursts on you. But he never meant to hurt you, he was your boyfriend of course he would never hurt you, so it was ok.

“Y/n, I was wondering if I could have the first dance?” Lo’ak asked, looking up from his food. Trying his best not to glance at his fuming brother across from him. His eyes were filled with innocence as he looked at you. He looked absolutely adorable right now, ugh maybe you should’ve picked him instead of Neteyam. He was so cute around you, never using vulgar language, only talking about things you liked. He was such a gentleman when it came to you, so honorable. What were you saying? Lo’ak isn’t your boyfriend, Neteyam is. What would Neteyam think of this? Oh Ewya he’d probably get really mad at you. He’d probably hit y-. No of course not, that was in the past. Those were just accidents he didn’t mean to make, he’ll never do it again. Mentally, you cursed yourself for your horrid thoughts for another man. You smiled at Lo’ak before answering. “Of course! I would love to” you said, joy beaming from each word you spoke. It seemed like a good idea to you, you didn’t have many friends anymore, due to your lunatic of a boyfriend, so Lo’ak seemed like a good choice.

Neteyam on the other hand, absolutely abhorred the idea. He didn’t need Lo’ak touching all up on his soon to be mate. You were innocent, so pure, for only him to have. Nobody else was allowed to have you, you were made for him. Ewya had created you just for him, that’s what his twisted mind had told him at least. Lo’ak was ruining everything for him, all the plans he had for a future with you were becoming torn down by his idiot of a brother. He wanted to lunge across the table and fucking choke him. Watch his face turn purple and an even darker blue as he sucked the air from his weak lungs. That seemed like a perfect way to end this dinner didn’t it? No, your innocent eyes couldn’t see that kind of scene, you didn’t need all that violence in front of you. You needed to be taken care of, held tightly, enough so you could never leave.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea y/n” Neteyam suggested, almost growling out his response, slowly looking up to glare at his younger brother. “Why not? I think it’s a great idea!” Kiri budged in, sending an innocent smile to her obviously annoyed brother, knowing exactly what she’s doing as she does. Wtf? Why couldn’t his siblings just shut up. This wasn’t their fucking mating ceremony it was his. He gets to decide on who does what with you, that’s his job. He gets to control everything you do, every interaction, every breathe you take he wants—no he needs to control. “Why not Teyam?” You asked, oblivious of their rivalry against each-other. Scoffing at your ignorance, he shook his head, annoyed with you at this point.

“Because I said so y/n” turning his attention back to you, he was cold, so frigid when it came to you. Why was he so stubborn? There wasn’t anything wrong with it, why couldn’t he see that. “She doesn’t have to listen to you Neteyam, you are not her father!” Kiri snapped back, eyebrows raised high at how ignorant her brother was being. The way he acted disgusted her to say the least, you were your own person, he didn’t get to control you. You stayed silent, letting Kiri fight for you, you didn’t wanna rile him up more than he already was. “I was not talking to you Kiri” his fist coming to slam down on the table. “Do not yell at your sister Neteyam!” Neytiri ordered, looking at her son in utter disbelief, she had never seen him so rude. “Yeah bro calm down, it’s not that deep” Lo’ak added, coming to place his hand onto yours, “you ok y/n?” He asked, making sure only you heard. You nodded back, sending a smile to him. “Do not touch her!” Neteyam spat, standing to his feet to knock some sense into his younger brother. “Sit back down boy!” Jake demanded, giving his son a stern look.

“Neteyam are you ok?” Tuk asked, a bit scared of her fuming brother. Neteyam rudely ignoring his younger sister sat back down, sending a cold stare to Lo’ak as he did. “I- I think I’m going to go” you mumbled quietly, standing to your feet to leave. “No—y/n stay!” Tuk frowned, a small pout forming on her little face. “Thank you for having me” waving goodbye, Lo’ak quickly followed behind. Neteyam began getting up, but was pulled right back to his seat by his mother. “Let them be” Neytiri hissed out, sending a death stare to her eldest son.

As you made your way to your hut, you were abruptly stopped by a hand coming to your shoulder. It was Lo’ak, turning to face him you waited for him to say something. “Hey y/n, im sorry for my brothers behavior. He can be a bitch sometimes” leaving an awkward laugh at the end, a smile still propped on his face as he stared into your golden orbs. “Oh—it’s ok“

“No it is not y/n, I don’t like the way he treats you, you deserve better than that” taking his hand into yours, a silence enwrapped you both as you tried to find an answer to his words. But you came out with nothing. So you stood there, your head hanging low, trying not to look at him. “Y/n, I just want you to know I would never hurt you—in any way” his grip tightening for a second as he spoke, he loves you. He loves everything about you, every movement you make he watches in awe. You were beautiful, that was easy for anyone to see. But that didn’t matter to him, it was your sweet soul, and kind heart that he admired. But you knew he was right, Neteyam was a bit strange in showing his love for you, but he did love you. Right?

You looked so good right now, your pupils had widened at his words, and the eclipse moon was hitting your face so wonderfully, you were glowing in admiration. He couldn’t take it, you looked too good not to be touched. Bringing your face into his hands, he tilted your head to meet his. Leaning in, he slowly entangled his lips into yours. You tasted like a sweet nectar he didn’t even know existed, his lips were soft as they touched yours. It was too good to back away from, so you leaned into it, biting that soft flesh that crashed into your own. Wrapping your hands around his head, as you molded into him, your fingernails digging into his gruff skin. He snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you into him, the warmth of his body hitting you like a tsunami.

He felt so good, better than Neteyam? No. This is wrong, you can’t do this, it’s not right. Trying to pull away, you were only leaned into more as you tried to escape his entrancing grasp. Finally pulling your abused skin from his, he let you catch your breathe before speaking. “Lo’ak we can’t do this, it’s wrong, what if Neteyam finds out?” Looking up to find him just smirking down at your worried frame. You were so adorable worrying about your silly little boyfriend everyone hated. “No one will find out y/n I promise” moving a loose strand of hair out of your gleaming face, he smiled at you, his canines popping out slightly. “What do you think your doing?!” A voice yelled from behind him, it was Neteyam. Quickly you pulled yourself loose from his grip, “Lo’ak go” you begged, pushing him to run the opposite direction. “Nah I can take him” he pushed back “Lo’ak please!” You yelped, desperation dripping from your words. Finally he ran the other direction, before Neteyam could get to him.

“What the fuck was he doing to you y/n?” Neteyam asked, finally meeting you. “Nothing Neteyam, just go home” you suggested, changing your direction while you walked away. “Why are you lying to me y/n?” He asked, trying to catch up to you. You didn’t answer. Silence is all he got, but you both knew that wasn’t going to be enough. “Did he touch you?” Silence. “Did he hurt you?” Silence. “Answer me y/n or I swear to Ewya” stopping in your tracks, you turned to him, and looked him dead in the eyes. “What? What are you gonna do? Hm? You gonna bruise me again?” Your voice was drowning in annoyance, he was the last person you wanted to be around right now. You just wanted to go home and sleep.

“Excuse me?” Stepping into you, as he towered over your small frame. “You heard me” you shot back, sick of how he treated you like a child. His eyebrows instantly raised at your snarkyness, a smile poking at the sides of lips. What the actually fuck? What was this lunatic smiling about now? “So your gonna be like that huh?” He asked, tilting his head slightly at your silly mistake. “Yes I am Teyam” you almost hissed back, what kind of question even was that? “Alright then, I’ll go tell everyone about what a little cheater you are, I’ll tell my whole family about your little crush on my brother. And about what a little whore you are. You want that?” Your expression immediately frowned, fear engulfing your vision. What would the clan think of you? Everyone would shun you from their walkway, they’d all see you as a slut. “No—no Teyam, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kiss him I swear!” Your voice was so desperate, you looked so pathetic clinging onto his arm, begging him to keep quiet. And he had you just where he wanted you, as usual, begging him not to do something, he had you wrapped around his finger.

“That’s what the fuck I thought” he laughed, you were so piteous, so easily manipulated. “Now let’s start from the beginning yeah?” He asked, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You nodded slowly, gaze trying to focus on anything but him. “Hey, eyes up here when I’m talking to you” he demanded, waiting for your compliance. And of course you did, your teary eyed orbs slowly meeting his. “Good girl, now answer my question truthfully. What were you doing with Lo’ak?” His stare was so deep, staring deep into your gaze. “Talking” your blunt answer wasn’t gonna cut it, you knew that, but it didn’t hurt to try you thought. “Don’t lie to me y/n” he growled, lips turning into a line instantly.

“We kissed—but“ Before you could say another word, he placed a finger onto your plush lips, shushing you quietly. “That’s all I wanted to hear pretty girl, am I not enough for you anymore? Hm? You getting sick of me?” He asked, already knowing your answer. “No—it was just a mistake. I won’t do it again” your words sent a shiver down his spine, you knew where you place was, you just stepped out for a second. “If I ever see you with him again, I will cut him open right in front of the whole clan” he promised, a sly smirk forming on his striking features. He was so full of himself, so fucking confident for no reason. Yeah he was strong, a good warrior, and the next leader but the least he could do was be a little humble about it. “Let me walk you home hm?” He hummed, placing a peck on your cheek before taking your hand in his to go home.

…

You laid in your room, your hammock feeling suffocating as you tried to sleep. You were so confused, your feelings for Lo’ak still lingered in your heart. But you loved Neteyam, but was he the right choice? All of sudden a rustling was made outside your window. Your ears perked up, standing up to see what it was. A muscular hand gripped the edge of the wooden window, pulling themselves up as they climbed in. “Lo’ak?” You asked, walking closer to the unfamiliar sounds. “Hey y/n!” Excited to see you, he climbed in, landing with a large thump. “Are you alright?” Quickly coming to help him up, he had landed on his feet, but he had fallen pretty hard. Before you could help him, he stood tall, his muscular frame towering over your own. His muscles were toned from all the training his father had put him through. He was pure muscle, and it fit him perfectly. His body was lightly layered in sweat from how long he had been running. The moon was showing through your window, as he stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but stare. His biceps were lean, as was his body. Your eyes wandered over every curve and dip in his body. And he let you, let you admire his strong form. He was quite enjoying it, it wasn’t like you were trying to hide it either.

“You look pretty tonight y/n” he spoke, a smile molding onto his chiseled jaw. “Lo’ak, about before-“ “you enjoyed it?” He asked, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek. “Yes I did but we can’t do it again” his smile dropped almost instantly at your words. “Was it a bad kiss? I can try better this time if that’s what your worried about” placing his hand on your shoulder, speaking in all seriousness. “No it’s not that, it was amazing. I just don’t want you to get hurt” your hand coming to hold his. Hurt? Him? That was the last response he was expecting. “By who?” “Neteyam” he rolled his eyes, he didn’t care about his brother. As long as you were by his side, his brother would be the last thing on his mind. He could easily protect you, do whatever you wanted him to do, all you had to do was say the word. “Don’t worry about him, he’s a piece of shit y/n. I can easily take him in a fight” he spoke, a bit overly confident in his response. “Neteyam said he would kill you if he ever saw us together again. I’m scared for you Lo’ak” you confessed, a small frown causing your face to fall. “Then I’ll make sure he never sees us” his hand came to intertwine with your own, he had waited so long to touch you like this.

Hundreds of moons, just to embrace you like this. So much jealousy had been felt just so his fingers could hold onto yours. You were the girl of his dreams, the only woman he had ever looked at in such a way. He was infatuated with you, he longed for your touch for so many nights. The nights he had cried himself to sleep, because you weren’t his yet. He loved you in every way possible, more then his own brother longed for you. And he wasn’t about to let his lunatic of a brother ruin this for him. “Lo’ak this doesn’t feel right—l-I feel gross for lying to him” your feelings flooded your eyes, you truly felt disgusting, due to Neteyams harsh words he spoke to you not long ago. “You are not gross y/n, far from it. Neteyam doesn’t matter anymore—it’s just us” “No Lo’ak! I’m becoming mated to him in just 5 moons, and I’m scared!” tears fell down your cheeks, your hands coming to cover your weeping face. His hands moved around your waist, pulling you into him just like before. You cried into him, as he whispered comforting words into your ears.

His chest became a river, your tears covering the length of him. Your eyes became puffy from your salty tears, your lips quivering as you thought of what Neteyam would do to you if he found out about tonight. But as time went on so did your tears, slowly they came to a stop, and you came up for air, looking him in his widened eyes. “Can I sleep here tonight?” Sleep with you? Maybe he meant something else, maybe he’d sleep on the floor. Right? “Wh-where would you sleep?” “Where do you want me to sleep?” Leering at you instantly, your cheeks became a purple. Flustered at his comment, you turned your gaze downwards, breaking eye contact. “I-it doesn’t matter” you lied, a smile poking at the sides of your lips. “Uh huh—It’s getting late, so you better get to bed” he stated, as if he wasn’t the reason you were still even up. “Yeah your right” making your way to your hammock, you could feel his eyes burning into your back. His gaze never leaving your moving frame. As you settled into bed, your back faced him, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Your eyelids slowly began to close, before they fully come to a close a large weight scooted next to you. “It’s gonna be cold, thought it’d be warmer with you” his hands coming around your waist as he pulled you into his large frame. Your chest became hot, you were so close, so so close, closer then before. He made you nervous, a different kind of nervous then you were with Neteyam. It was a good nervous, one that wouldn’t hurt you, or get you in trouble. It was bad to be nervous with Neteyam, he saw you as weak when you were, and took advantage of it. But Lo’ak never did, maybe some teasing, but he never made you feel bad.

Your breathe was so uneven, so faltered, uncanny almost. And he could feel it, the way your chest heaved in anticipation for his next move. It made a smile grow on him, the fact he could make you so nervous—flattered him to say the least. The fact he could make such a beautiful woman’s breathe change so easily gave him a boost of confidence. This had been the moment he had fantasized about so often, holding you close to him, as you both fell asleep. You were the only woman he wanted, the only woman that was on his mind at the end of the day. He needed you with him, by him forever and always.

“Sweet dreams”

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[lanassgirlll]

You are not alone

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: After finding out about what had happened to you, he was determined to find you and make sure you're safe.

Warnings: fluff?, elijah comforting you, grief, loss of a loved one, mentions of blood , gender neutral reader, let me know if I am missing something

Words: 1,2k

AN: This was kind of rushed. I finished it late at night, so please excuse me if there are any mistakes.

Anyway, enjoy!!

It was late at night and the day was coming to an end. The city was getting quieter and calmer as the sun was setting down.

But there you were, in your now quiet and dark home, all by yourself. It wasn't supposed to be like that, of course. You were supposed to be out with your husband, celebrating your anniversary. It was all planned perfectly, until it wasn't.

The two of you had met centuries ago, while you were still human and he was a vampire. At first, he hated you just as much as you hated him. Neither of you expected to fall for one another. But fate had surprised you both.

It was like heaven, your dreams coming true, finally finding your soulmate, even though you had to meet him the hard way. But nevertheless you were head over heels in love with him and you were happier than ever.

Eventually you decided that you wanted him to turn you into a vampire, like him. You wanted eternity with him and that was the only way you could have it.

Well now you found out, that eternity with him was not something meant for the two of you.

The day before yesterday, you watched as he got murdered right in front of your eyes. You had never felt more pain in your entire life, the way you were helpless, the way you couldn't do anything but scream in agony and try to reach him, hoping that he'd be okay, hoping that it was all a really, really awful dream. But it wasn't.

The pain you felt when he got taken away from you, it had been on constant repeat since it had happened. Every single moment was repeating in your head, like it was happening right in front of your eyes all over again. You had been crying for what felt like weeks, sat on the bed in the room you used to share with your husband, holding one of his shirts and sobbing into it, begging for the pain to stop, to just go away.

Word had spread out about what had happened to you and your husband.

When Elijah heard, he quickly grew very concerned about you. The two of you had become close friends over the years, always helping each other in any way possible.

Given how close you two were, he had expected you to call him, let him know, or at least plea for help. He knew just how much you loved your husband. It was something Elijah had always found fascinating about it.

But there was nothing, no word or sign from you. He knew you were okay, at least physically, having been at the place where you had lost your husband. He only found the people's bodies who were responsible to the murder there.

So he waited a few hours, hoping you'd reach out to him. With each passing second, he became more and more worried about you. Elijah wanted to give you some space, even though he could barely keep it together with how concerned he was. He thought you needed it.

Eventually, he just couldn't contain his worry for you anymore, and left his house to look for you. Finding you and making sure you were okay and safe was his top priority at that moment.

You were still in your bed when you heard the front door of your house open with a quiet creak. Slowly standing up you, focused on listening to the person who had walked in, making their way up the stairs and to the door of your room. For a second, you thought it was another one of the people who had murdered your husband. You thought they had found you to finish you off too and you were ashamed in yourself for hoping it was really someone who was here to kill you too.

But once you noticed the scent of the person making their way upstairs, you knew it was actually Elijah.

Questions were wandering in your mind. What was he doing here? Does he know? Does he hate you for not saving your husband?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice when the door opened and Elijah walked into the room.

The second his eyes fell on you, he swore he could feel his heart break a little for you. The state you were in told him all he needed to know. You looked so miserable.

Your usually bright and full of joy eyes were not bloodshot red, with dark circles under them. Your lips were dry and chapped. Your hair was a mess and you were covered in blood.

Elijah quickly made his way over to you, his hands gently reaching for each side of your face.

As you felt his touch you were surprised, you hadn't expected it. You looked up at him and instantly, the tears welled up at the corner of your eyes again.

''Elijah... I-I'm so sorry-''

He instantly cut you off and shook his head. There was no reason for you to be sorry.

''Don't. If anything, I should be the one who has to apologise.''

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the sob that was rising in your throat. Shaking your head at him, you closed the little space left between the two of you, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You rested your head against his shoulder and finally let the tears roll down your face, not being able to hold them off anymore.

Elijah had his arms around you in an instant, rubbing his hand over your back while the other one was placed at the back of your head. He held you close, knowing you just needed someone, he knew how much you hated being alone, especially in moments like this.

''I should've come sooner. God, I am so sorry, dear. I'm sorry.''

You were crying so hard you could barely draw in a breath. You could feel your heart breaking all over again as the pain was consuming you.

''Let it out. Let it all out, it's okay.''

Elijah let out a small sigh, the embrace he had on you tightening even more. He hated seeing you in pain, yet here he was, holding you while knowing that he couldn't do anything to fix it, to take away the pain. He was sure that if there was a way, he'd take your suffering and make it his.

Keeping his arms around you, he slowly sat down on the floor by the door, pulling you down next to him without letting go of you. You were still crying with your head resting on his shoulder and your eyes tightly closed.

For the rest of the night, there were barely any words exchanged between the two of you, he knew exactly how you felt and there was no need to explain yourself to him, even though you had tried but he had instantly shushed you and told you that you didn't have to.

Elijah just sat there, holding you for hours, wiping your tears and stroking your hair, doing his best to bring you the littlest bit of comfort if possible.

He had made up his mind. He knew you wanted to get revenge on those people for what they did. Revenge was something you made sure you always got, and he was going to be right by your side when you did so.

AN: Thank you for reading!

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[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Can I get some TF2 headcanons of the mercs with a perfectionist reader? When I mean perfectionist, I mean striving for perfection and beating themselves up whenever they make a mistake. They tend to take criticism too much to heart and constantly doubt their abilities. Sort of an all or nothing perspective on life, where if they aren’t perfect, then they’re nothing. I’ve been starting to doubt my own abilities lately, and I’m afraid of what some people (AKA Medic) would think of someone like me. Can be comfort or as accurate as need be.

Medic? Well that’s an easy one. Let me focus on purely him for you. The amount of times i’ve over psychoanalyzed this guy isn’t normal.

A Perfectionist Y/N And Medic’s Opinions On Them

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- What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so worried about everything being flawless? Why are you hurting yourself so much? What is the trauma that started all this line of thinking? Despite being quite silly, Medic isn’t stranger to cause and affect. There are origins to ones’ behavior that manifest in early developmental stages. The other Mercs catch him staring at you on the battlefield. His gaze is upon your outward behavior. Your skills are precise and your taunts are well said. Still, you have a unsatisfied look in your eye. You’re never happy with what you put out there.

- Every time you slip up, Scout has to nudge you and playfully tease you afterward. You’re rightfully hurt by it and the first person to notice this is Medic. Trained to pick up any hint of unwell and this was no exception. You obsess over what he said and bring yourself down in your quarters. You slam your face up against your pillow aggressively. Trying to bring harm to yourself. Your bathroom door was slightly ajar and you were so busy hurting yourself that you didn’t even notice Medic in the reflection of the mirror; peaking through your front door. You immediately whip around and he slams it shut. Disappearing before you could get a good look at him.

- You catch him stalking you. Constantly. Watching your every movement. He’s around corners and just out of view. At first you feel like he has ill intentions. Does he hate you for what you are, and is scoping out a potential opening to kill you? You wouldn’t be surprised considering the blood thirsty habits of the Mercs.. You see him down the dark hallway containing machinery that ran the respawn machine. He’s typing in god knows what on the terminal. The only other person who runs commands on that thing is Engineer.

- “Medic?” You ask. “Ja.” He responds, not even bothering to turn around. Well that wasn’t reassuring. He’s hyper focusing on his command inputs. He must hate you, right? “Am I annoying you right now, or something?”

- “You’re annoying me by thinking you’re annoying. Honestly, constantly doubting yourself with every little thing isn’t normal.” He says. You feel your blood run cold and your stomach twist. You feel like you’ve severely made yourself somehow ‘unlikeable’ by having low self esteem. But then he continues, taking his glasses off and cleaning them by brushing them against his lab coat. “You underestimate yourself and your view on how others see you is twisted. You come off as somebody whose been beaten to hell and back, in my professional opinion.”

- “I don’t want you to see me in that light.” You say. “You didn’t let me finish.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Somebody who was bullied — criticized too much — and overall picked on. Don’t rely on other peoples’ words, der Mitkämpfer. They are often lying to themselves that you are bad because they want to be atop you.”

- “So you see me as damaged? Is that all? Also you realize how people see me greatly affects my legacy right?” You couldn’t hold in your slightly hurt attitude. Medic glared at you in response. Putting his glasses back on. “Damaged? Suffering from something like that? More like i’m envious of you, really. You’re perfectly sound and meanwhile i’m a cackling old wizard in an astronomy tower. Hoho! Oh, and I also kill people in cold blood but that’s besides the point.” He fixed his tie in awkward self awareness.

- “My point is; If anything those healing scars of yours is a sign of experience and therefore worthy of admiration. I hope I got that right. You came a long way to get here, and that involved stuff like school, talking to people, and overcoming small challenges.” Medic waved his hand. Nonchalantly picking up his medigun and testing the lever with one violent push. The device sprang to life and latched onto your essence. “Knowing you’ve already jumped hurdles, is it bold to assume that maybe you’re capable of doing something complex? Sure, it might be flawed and imperfect but that is the unfortunate nature of humanity, my friend! Art is full of little mistakes that really end up adding to the picture.”

- He paused. Looking away from you with a frown. “And doing very little is enough. Like getting out of bed, even for a few hours and finding yourself back in bed again. Much to your dismay. But the action itself is a victory to be celebrated nonetheless. I think you should be less critical of yourself and focus on the fact you’re trying your best to begin with. That you are whole, nonetheless.”

- He pulled the lever back and walked away, his voice becoming cheerful again. Letting out a sort of snort laugh. “Hah! except science. If you fuck up science then you’re frankly an idiot. Sorry! Can’t help you there.” He says. You roll your eyes at his lunacy.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #medic x reader #tf2 medic #medic

[shxtodxroki]

𝟸00 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚛

Summary: What do various MHA characters act like as your secret admirer?

Warnings: Mentions of food

Characters: Hanta Sero, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu

Word Count: 2k

These headcanons are part of my 200 Followers “Ice Cream Parlor” event which is still open for requests, so please feel free to read the event rules here and send in your own event headcanon request! :)

♡ Hanta Sero ♡

- Sero being your secret admirer has always just been a stepping stone for him to eventually confess to you, he doesn’t just plan on keeping it a secret forever

- He’s a decently confident guy, so he doesn’t want to stay anonymous in his affections. He’s simply starting off secretly to see if you’re interested at all, and if this part of his plan goes over well, then he’ll start hinting at who he is so that he can eventually confess to you in person

- He’s thought you were attractive ever since his first day at UA, but it honestly didn’t take long for him to develop more serious feelings once he got to know you better, and he soon found himself thinking about you more often than not

- Once he realizes that he likes you enough to actually want to make a move and ask you out, Sero decides to start slow. You two still aren’t super close yet, and he’s not confident enough that you have any sort of feelings for him to be willing to ask you out yet

- So that’s why he starts with the notes, simple but sweet slips of paper he leaves for you wherever he can. There’s no one set spot, that takes too much coordination for Sero to handle. But whenever he’s able to get ahold of your backpack without you noticing he leaves one in there, or if he makes it to class earlier than the other students, or if he gets back to the dorms while you’re still training. Whenever Sero can find an opportunity, he leaves his notes for you

- Like I said, they’re pretty simple. His notes are typically along the lines of, “Your hair looks gorgeous today.” or if he's feeling more bold, “Congrats on getting the highest score on an exam, it must be amazing to be stunning and brilliant. ;)” each one signed, “ - Your Secret Admirer ♡” at the end

- And while he’s leaving you all of these letters, he’s putting in the work when he’s with you to see if you’re interested in him as well. His notes aren’t for nothing, after all, as he plans to use them to eventually confess

- His flirting is subtle at first, complimenting you more often and trying to spend time with you when he sees an open opportunity

- But when he notices that these efforts are going well, allowing the two of you to get closer and bond more, he amps up his efforts

- He calls you cute constantly and even uses pet names on you on occasion, though he’s careful never to use the same compliments he uses in his notes. He doesn’t want to reveal himself before he’s ready, he wants to do this right so he makes sure not to make any stupid mistakes that would give himself away

- Eventually, he escalates his touchiness as well (as long as you’re comfortable), running up to you for a hug or holding onto your hand under the guise of pulling you over to see something, things like that

- And as he continues his efforts and sees your positive responses, a shy smile on your face whenever he takes your hand in his or the way you sometimes stumble over your words after he pulls you into a hug from behind, Sero knows it’s time to finally confess to you

- Once he feels like he has everything perfectly planned out for an amazing confession, he leaves one final note on your door

- “I’ve told you countless times how amazing and wonderful I think you are, but telling you through notes isn’t enough for me anymore. I want to see the look on your face when I tell you these things, so if you want to find out who I am, meet me in the common room of the dorms tonight after training wraps up. Love, Your Secret Admirer ♡”

- Sero makes sure he’s the last one to leave the dorms that morning, sneaking off as the others make their way to class to leave his final note on your door, and he also skips out on the after-class training his classmates are doing together in order to get everything set up for you and get everything hidden from your sight by the time you come back from your training, rushing back out of his dorm to set everything up the moment he hears you head upstairs to your own dorm.

- And when you read the note and make your way down to the common room, only to find Sero dressed in his nicest outfit and your favorite takeout meal on the table for the two of you waiting eagerly for your arrival, you know that you couldn’t have possibly been luckier with who your secret admirer turned out to be :)

♡ Izuku Midoriya ♡

- Izuku’s literally the stereotypical secret admirer that you’d see in any teen movie, he’s so cute and so cheesy lol

- He’s admired you from afar since the beginning of the school year when the two of you first came to UA, and he’s friendly with you just like he is with everyone in the class, but he’s way too nervous to consider confessing his feelings to you upfront

- So this is his way of dealing with them :)

- It started off late one night in his dorm room, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you had held his hand while running away from a “villain” during one of your training exercises and needed some outlet for all the feelings he was bottling up, so he wrote you a letter that he never planned to send

- He wrote about how you made him feel, he wrote down all of the things he adored about you (and believe me, there were a lot), and he wrote about what dates he’d like to be on and what he would do as your boyfriend if he ever got that opportunity

- Of course he was never, ever going to send you that letter, but it did give him an idea.

- The next morning, he left a note on your door long before you’d wake up to get to class

- “Your smile’s so pretty, I get butterflies whenever I see it. :) - Your secret admirer” was all it said, but after seeing the way you were beaming that entire day in class, eyes occasionally drifting to the small note you had left open on your desk throughout class, he knew that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing

- He used his initial letter as his reference, and every day he’d pick out something he admired about you or something about the way you make him feel and write it out on a little post-it note, leaving each note on your door as soon as he wakes up in the morning so that you won’t catch him

- And at first you have no clue who’s sending you the notes, they just leave you with a warm face, a giddy heart and a gentle flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you wonder who could possibly be so interested in you of all people

- But over time dots begin to connect in your mind. Izuku’s the only person in your class who pays attention to people as much as your admirer obviously does (they notice even the smallest of details about you, something you know nobody in your class but Izuku could manage) and he’s always a bit flustered when you two talk, and sometimes you can see him glancing at you from the corner of your eye

- You’ve always had a small crush on Izuku anyways, but realizing that he’s your secret admirer and getting the lovely notes he leaves for you every day only makes your crush grow as you realize how wonderful he and his kind words make you feel

- For a while you don’t say anything, each note leaving you with a little bit of extra joy every morning as you work up the confidence to face your admirer directly

- Eventually, though, you decide to make your move, sneaking out well past curfew after you know for certain that Izuku’s gone to bed to leave a note of your own for him

- The next morning when he wakes up to leave your daily note on your door he feels the color drain from his face as he sees a note left on his own door, fearing the worst until he reads the note and his face is flooded with a beautiful blush

- “I think it’s time for me to turn the tables and leave you a note for once, don’t you Izuku? :) You have the cutest freckles I think I’ve ever seen and you make me smile every day, how does going out for ice cream sound for a first date? Meet me outside the dorms after class today, - Y/n. (Your not-so-secret admirer ;) )

♡ Momo Yaoyorozu ♡

- Momo seems like the type of person to find the idea of secret admirers so endearing.

- She’s a huge reader and has seen the trope thousands of times in books yet still never gets sick of it, and she knows that she’s much too shy and not confident enough in herself to be able to just walk up to someone and confess her feelings to them, so being someone's secret admirer seems pretty perfect in theory

- But she’s never seriously considered the idea, not until she met you

- When you two first met on your first day at UA, Momo finally understood what it was like to have butterflies for the first time ever.

- It was definitely infatuation at first sight, she thought you were absolutely stunning and incredibly kind even when first meeting her

- And when she saw you use your quirk, she thought you were so talented she didn’t even know how to describe it. Momo typically always had the words to describe how she was feeling or what she was thinking, but when she was around you it seemed words failed her, and all she could do was brush brightly as she admired you

- Eventually, Momo grew lonely as she pined for you from afar, but she still knew that she couldn’t confess to you in person. She still found herself a flustered mess every time the two of you talked despite now being good friends, so there was no way she could get any kind of smooth confession out when facing you directly

- But, she realized after some thought, she could use the silly trope she’d read about so many times as a way to flatter you and make you smile. And that’s exactly what she chose to do to help her finally express her feelings rather than keeping them bottled up

- Of course, Momo’s very smart, so she’s amazing at not getting caught.

- Ever since she wrote the first note, one where she simply told you how she thought you were gorgeous inside and out and how she admired more than words could convey, she’d been extra careful, sneaking into the classroom before even Iida could make it there each morning to leave her note on your desk before running back to her dorm so as to not seem suspicious by always being the first one there

- Sometimes, if she can see you struggling with some homework or the material you’re learning at the time, she’ll take a break from the compliments and gushing about you to help you out, still anonymously of course. In times like those she’ll leave a small note explaining the material you’re struggling with so simply that you always manage to understand, along with some little treat/candy she knows you like to help restore your confidence

- Eventually, though, Momo manages to buck up the courage to confess to you, albeit through a letter. All of the other girls convinced her to after she finally cracked and shared her woes of admiring you from afar to them while seeking advice one evening, and with enough pushing, they managed to convince her to finally shoot her shot with you

- Which is why one morning, you enter class to find not just a short, sweet note like you usually do, but a heartfelt letter explaining Momo’s feelings for you, finally signed with your admirer’s real name and paired with a single red rose

- By the time Momo makes her way to class that morning, heart pounding in her ears as she tries to calm her shaky breathing, you’re already waiting at her desk, beaming with joy as you ask her if she’d like to go out with you for dinner over the weekend with the most lovestruck grin she’s ever seen <3

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[cherrypie5]

Sometimes rules are meant to be broken, not today tho

Pairing: colin zabel x fem!reader

Warning: sexual content(18+ minors dni), spanking, sex toys, overstimulation, Dom!colin, slight praise, slight degradation (you kinda gotta squint to see this), squirting, slight aftercare

Word count: 1,4K

A/N: this is my first time writing on here so I'm sorry if it's bad but colin zabel needs more recognition. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes made

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There was just one simple rule.

You wou were just supposed to follow that rule. Or just not get caught. But there he stood with a box in his hands. Your box in which you keep your secret stash of sex toys.

"Y/n? What is this supposed to be?" Colin looked at you with an anger in his eyes. You couldn't stare at them any longer knowing the trouble you were in. You looked down at your fidgeting hands.

"No y/n look at me and explain what it is that I found." he growled. Your eyes went back to his dark ones.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about them but sometimes you're just so busy with work that I-"

"No excuses y/n. You know the rule don't you?" he cut you off.

Colin has never looked at you like this and you didn't like it at all. Panic filled your chest as he kept looking at you expecting an answer to his question.

"One simple rule for you to follow. For you to obey. You remember the rule right?" He repeated the question. The fidgeting of your fingers against your thumbs cuticle caused it to lightly bleed.

"Yes." was all you managed to get out of your throat. Colin scoffed at you from the other side of the bedroom.

"Say it then. I want to hear you repeat the rule out loud." his patience was running thin so you didn't want to make your punishment even worse.

"No touching myself without your help or permission." his eyes darkened at your response. People would expect Colin to be vanilla in the bedroom, but nothing could be more untrue. He needed to let himself go to fully relax from his stressful job and you are always happy to be of service.

You followed the rule for a long time but he was working so much lately and you couldn't help yourself anymore.

He laughed a bit in disbelieve. "So you do know the rule. You can also guess what's going to happen now right baby?" He walked over to where you sat on the bed and took place next to you.

"Lay across my lap baby." Quickly crawling over him and displaying your ass perfectly in front of him to not make him more mad. You only wore an oversized shirt with panties on underneath so Colin had easy access to punish you quickly.

"Good girl. Now will you stay a good girl and count for me?" he praised. Eagerly nodding your head from hearing the nickname you love so much. A loud smack echoed through the room. You butt cheek already bright red from a singular slap.

"Words baby. You have got to use your words." He soothingly rubbed your sore spot as you whimpered a small yes.

"Such a good girl. Now that was number one so I want to hear you loud and clear from now on okay?" Colin lifted his hand again and smacked down hard.

"Two." you knew that he was proud of you for saying it because of the tender strokes he was giving your ass after the word came out of your mouth.

You love to be spanked during sex but this was not pleasurable.

"Three." you choked back your tears from the pain. "Just two more baby, you are doing so good." Colin tried to encourage.

Your whole body moved from the hard smacks that followed. You couldn't stop a tear falling down your face as colin soothingly tried to massage the pain away. You could feel his buldge pressing against your hip.

"You took that so well baby, I am so proud of you." he brushed his hand through your hair to help calm you down.

"Such a good girl. Now lay down for me please darling so that I can make you feel good." You slowly got of his lap and laid back on the bed. Your ass felt sore againt the sheets but coolness helped soothe the ache a bit.

You watched with eager eyes as Colin reached down for your box on the floor. His veins hands rumbling through the box to pull out two vibrators.

"Pull your panties down." his deep voice made you move quickly as you couldn't wait to see what he would do. Legs spread wide open as soon as your panties hit the ground.

The cool air hit your slick and made goosebumps appear on your entire body. One of Colin's hands slid up your thigh.

"Already this wet from the punishment huh? You're such a slut for me that you get wet so easily, aren't you?" his fingers slid between your folds to gather some of your slick. A slight moan escaped your lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

"Such a sweet girl." he moaned. He took his fingers out his mouth with a pop as he looked you right in your big eyes.

He brought one of the vibrators to your cunt and began to cover it in your juices. The soft graces of the black vibrator against your clit made you moan softly already.

"I'm gonna put this in now, okay? Remember if it's ever to much you can always use your safe word baby." you nodded your head as an answer as he went to laid a soft kiss against your forehead.

He slowly pushed the vibrator inside of you until he had filled you up completely with it. A soft click on the machine made it purr with vibrations inside of you. The curved design made to hit your gspot perfectly.

"Fuck Colin, harder please." you pleaded as you were a moaning mess under him. Another soft click could be heard as it went faster. Your hands reached for his back as your fingers dug into his shirt.

You were so distracted by the pleasure that you didn't see Colin grab your second vibrator.

You gasped as it made contact with your clit. The only things you could hear was the humming of the two machines and your loud moans falling of your lips.

Colin went to kiss your lips passionately as he started to thrust the one inside of you slowly as he felt you tightening around it.

"Cum for me baby. Show me how good I can make you feel." That was all the encouragement you needed to let the coil break and let the pleasure wash over you.

You moaned loudly against Colin's lips as you rode out your high. Your fingernails scratching the back of Colin's shirt harder.

You were expecting for the vibrations to stop by now but they were still going strong against your sensitive spots.

"Colin it's too much. I can't take this much." It was becoming too painfull to bare. A slight layer of sweat coating your body from the strain it was put in.

"Just a little longer baby. You gotta know that you shouldn't break the rule." He pressed soft kisses all over your body as you took the overstimulation. Your clit was feeling white hot as you felt something building in your stomach again.

A loud scream came from your chest as you squirted all over Colin's hands and clothes.

"Fuck y/n that was so hot." He turned of the vibrators and slowly pulled the one out of your sore hole.

You fell limp on the bed and your eyes fluttered closed. Exhaustion washing over you.

All you heard was Colin muttering sweet words of praise to you as he pressed more soft kisses against your head.

Slowly opening your eyes again to look up to your boyfriends loving face.

"It's okay y/n, go rest and I'll get you cleaned up" he placed a last kiss on your lips as he stood and walked to grab a towel.

"I love you Colin." was all you were able to whimper out from exhaustion.

"I love you more y/n." Was the last you heard as you slipped into blissful rest.

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