#but sometimes i need reassurances that I'm not screwing this all up

[mar-im-o]

#passive influence #idk why talking in tags feels safer than talking in the caption #but anyways #idk #wren was in cocon for a while #and ig like #we made this? #idk ive got a lot going on atm and it's #confusing #but sometimes i need reassurances that I'm not screwing this all up #so i figured maybe other ppl need that too? #maybe ill make more like this #was like #a good way to finally face my fear and try comics #but also i hate making content about DID bc i dont want it to seem like attention seeking #maybe ill show this to my therapist :D #yeah #actually DID #DID #OSDD #systemblr #didblr

[skiller0dani]

Touch | Kaz Brekker

M A S T E R L I S T Other Masterlist Shadow and Bone Masterlist

smut | mutual masturbation requests info w.c | 4.4k summary | Kaz is convinced you're angry with him, angry enough to leave him. Despite Jesper's reassurance, Kaz is utterly convinced you're about to leave him. He sends Inej to spy on you, he needs to understand what he did wrong...so he can win you back.

I've only read half of Six of Crows and have seen Season 1 of the show (rewatching it before I watch Season 2). So I apologize if I get things wrong Lore-wise. If I do get something wrong, please feel free to help correct me so I don't get it wrong again. I don't know much about Ketterdam or about the correct terminology about how to describe Ketterdam, please be patient and bear with me while I'm learning.

Possible part 2? ;)

Song

You were angry with him, Kaz was sure of it.

He didn't know what he said or what he did, but he knew he did something. You had been avoiding him, tucking yourself away in the back corners of the Crow Club, or running off with Jesper. You usually spent most of the day wherever Kaz was, in his office, or lounging in your shared bedroom until Kaz needed you. The two of you had been together for about a year now, and he knew you better than you knew yourself. That's how he knew you were angry with him, and by the lack of attention you were giving him you must be really angry with him. It made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Jesper, who happened to be your closest friend, tried to reassure Kaz that you weren't upset with him but Kaz didn't believe him. Surely if you weren't angry, you'd tell him that yourself. Yet you sent Jesper to talk to Kaz on your behalf, had he really screwed up to the point of receiving the silent treatment? What on Earth had he done? Was he spending too much time away from you? There was a rather complex job he had been swept up in recently, along with someone with sticky fingers skimming from the pot. Or worse, were you finally becoming impatient with his touch aversion? Despite being together for as long as you two have been, he has yet to touch you at all. Not even a light kiss, nothing.

Kaz has briefly opened up to you about Jordie, about the firepox, and of course about Pekka Rollins. You knew why Kaz couldn't bear the feel of skin, but maybe you finally had enough. He knew you had sexual needs not being met, knew you were quite promiscuous before you had begun dating him. He felt insecure about that sometimes, about how it felt like you were sacrificing something to be with him. What if the sacrifice wasn't worth it anymore? Were you cheating on him? No, you wouldn't do that. You were many things but cruel wasn't one of them, Kaz has never known you to do a single cruel thing to anybody.

Still the fear kept clawing at the inside of his head, is that why you were spending so much time away from him? Why you kept sneaking off with Jesper? Did Jesper know about this? Was he covering for you? Kaz knows that Jesper is quite promiscuous himself, in fact that's how you met Jesper. A exciting night on the town before you had joined the Crows, which led you to Jesper's bed. Of course, the two of you realized you had no romantic or sexual chemistry and opted instead to see what trouble you could get up to in Ketterdam. That's how you ended up meeting Kaz, Jesper had brought you to him when you were in need of work. You joined the Crows, and the rest is history.

Despite how hard he tried not to, Kaz fell in love with you. He didn't show it, or say it really other than the one time he did say it. But he thought you knew, that's how you two worked. Neither of you required words or actions to know how you felt, but maybe Kaz had been wrong. Was he neglecting your needs? Did you feel satisfied and loved by Kaz? Were you seeking companionship and affection elsewhere? He couldn't stop his mind from spiraling, it was beginning to impact his ability to run the Crow Club. He often found himself distracted when his eyes landed on the empty spot you usually occupied next to him. It's what led him to seek out Inej, and ask her to do something he wasn't particularly proud of.

"You want me to what?" Her voice was incredulous, you were also a close friend of Inej's. She didn't feel right spying on you, and the seriousness in Kaz's gaze unnerved her.

"I need to know if...if she's seeing somebody else." Kaz explained, his head hung low and his gloved palms pressed flat against his desk.

"She isn't." Inej states firmly, she knows you're head over heels for Kaz. You've been utterly enamored by Kaz since you first laid eyes on him.

"She's been distant. Is asleep before I come to bed and is gone before I wake up. Spends more time with Jesper than she used to, hardly looks me in the eye. Something is wrong. I've done something. I've driven her away somehow, I need you to tell me who she's been seeing." Kaz says, his teeth gritting at the thought of someone else touching you, seeing your bare skin. Kaz needs to know who he is... so they can talk. Inej can't help but admit that your behavior has been odd lately, though she still doesn't think you're cheating on Kaz.

"Kaz-"

"She's going to leave me. It's a matter of time. Can I count on you to do this for me?" Kaz interrupts, this isn't a discussion. It's not something he's keen on discussing in depth either. He just needs to know. Kaz knows he's being unfair, he can see the way Inej has always looked at him. He feels guilty for taking advantage of her affections for him to ensure she spies on you, but he can't last another second without knowing.

"Yes, of course. I'll report back to you once I've learned who he is." She's out the window before Kaz even hears her move. He sucks in a shaky breath, he loves you. More than he's comfortable with if he's being honest, and the thought of you leaving him for someone who's comfortable touching you makes him angry enough to kill whomever the man is on sight. Angry enough to beat him until he's bloody and damn near unrecognizable. Kaz is a bastard of the barrel after all, they don't call him Dirtyhands for no reason.

Inej has been shadowing you for most of the day. You spent most of the day with Jesper, gambling, having drinks, searching for trouble. You had spent a bit of time quietly talking with Jesper, but the two of you know better than to talk loudly. You know spies like Inej exist, Kaz made sure to teach you how to keep your voice hushed. There was a pained look on your face as you sat with Jesper outside a pub. He had one of his classic warm expressions on his face, the one he uses to coax the truth out of you. He'd been victim to Kaz's anxious pestering and had decided to confront you about it. Inej hugged one of the nearby roofs, and tried to get close enough to listen.

"You can't tell anybody this Jes, I'm not joking." You say seriously and he nods instantly, scooting closer to you as your voice drops. You'd been having a problem lately, one you desperately wanted Kaz to fix but knew he couldn't.

"C'mon you know I wouldn't blab your secrets." He says with a playful smile, doing his best to ease your nerves. Jesper has also noticed you were spending more time with him than usual, but never questioned it because you were practically his sister. He loved spending time with you, but had begun to wonder if your relationship with Kaz was struggling. His concerns only heightened once he noticed how wound up Kaz seems to be about it.

"Is...everything okay with Kaz?" Jesper asks carefully, watching the look of disdain cross onto your face. Inej strains her ears, only catching Kaz's name.

"Yes. No. I don't know. It's all my fault." You push your head into your hands, feeling your entire body flush. The reason you'd been spending so much time with Jesper wasn't because you're angry with Kaz, it's because you feel no sexual attraction to Jesper. You could finally relax around him, being with Kaz all day has slowly gotten more and more difficult. You find yourself following the lines of his body with your eyes, the space between your legs dampening when you see Kaz's jaw tense or his fingers curl around his cane. He was driving you mad, you needed him so badly it was hard to think about anything else. You craved Kaz but you know you can't ask him to help with this particular problem...he isn't ready yet. That's fine, you'll wait forever if that's what it takes, but you don't want him to feel like he's neglecting you. Which is why you'd been avoiding him.

"Talk. What's bugging you? You're really starting to freak Kaz out." Jesper says softly, tilting his bottle back to swallow the alcohol inside it. Your heart sinks.

"I am? Shit." You didn't think he noticed with how busy he's been lately. Clearly he paid more attention to you than you originally thought. "Nothing is wrong, really. I'm just...frustrated."

"Why? What has he done?"

"No Jes, I'm frusrtated." You say, cheeks heating once the look of realization crosses onto his face. He chuckles.

"Oh. A year of unexpected celibacy hasn't done you any good has it?" Jesper teases, and you reach over to shove him. Inej is only catching pieces of the conversation, but the word 'celibacy' stands out like it's been outlined in neon lights. Okay, so if Jesper is teasing you about being celibate, you're clearly not cheating on Kaz.

"The first thing you need to do is be honest with Kaz. He's starting to spiral, I think." Jesper says and you feel guilt surge through you like you'd been dumped in cold water. You didn't want to worry Kaz, you just didn't want him to feel guilty for something that isn't his fault.

"Second thing you need to do is figure out a way Kaz can help you get off without having to touch you." Jesper says, as if that's the easiest thing in the world. Your cheeks color red, and you take the bottle out of Jesper's hand to take a drink. Inej definitely heard that, the more drunk you two get the less careful you are. She slinks back over the roof, knowing that she no longer needs to follow you.

"How on Earth can Kaz make me cum without touching me?" You know you should probably feel more bashful talking to Jesper about this than you do, but the first time you met him you nearly had sex with him. He's seen your entire body bare and it was halfway through the evening that the two of you came to the conclusion that it just wasn't working for either of you. Thus is the reason why you're probably more comfortable with Jesper than you should be.

"Two words my naïve friend, mutual masturbation. That way both of you can get your rocks on without having to touch each other." Jesper says, sly smile making its way onto his face once he sees the gears turning in your head.

"I am not naïve." You complain, drawing a laugh from Jesper.

"You know if Kaz ever finds out we spoke about this, he'll kill you." You mention and Jesper rolls his eyes.

"I'd like to see him try, gonna go talk to him now?" Jesper asks and you stand with a sigh.

"Yeah, I can't make him worry any longer."

Kaz was pacing back and forth in his office the entire time Inej was gone. He barely heard her re-enter through the open window, and when he laid eyes on her the first thing he noticed was her flushed complexion.

"Well? Who is he?" He asked expectantly, his heart already sinking in his stomach. She caught you sleeping with another man, that's why she looks so bashful. Why she has a hard time meeting his eye. She caught you cheating on him.

"Kaz...she isn't cheating on you." Inej says finally, and Kaz feels his eyebrows pull together.

"No, that's the only logical explanation. She has to be. What did she do today?" He demands, not at all believing Inej.

"Went drinking with Jesper, and I overheard their conversation." She begins, and Kaz stays silent, urging her to continue. There's tension in his shoulders and on his face, though Inej doesn't really know how to explain what she heard.

"I think it would be better to let Y/N explain. Trust me when I say she isn't cheating, and she should be on her way here now." Inej says and as if on cue there's a knock on his office door. He turns to face Inej again, but she's already gone. Kaz turns to open the door, and is unsurprised when he sees you standing in the hallway with a guilty look on your face. He opens the door wider to let you in, and you enter his office quickly pacing in front of his desk. Kaz closes the door behind you, watching you with nervous eyes.

"My love, please talk to me." He hates pleading, hates how weak he sounds but he can't help it. He can see the distress on your face, can see the tension being held in your body. He wants to fix it, and for a second he goes to pull you against his chest. He wants to hold you, but he feels panic crawling up his neck at the thought of touching you. Curse Pekka Rollins for damaging him the way he has, for causing this rift in his relationship.

"Kaz I promise I didn't mean to make you worry. I still love you." You rush out, needing him to know that first. Some of the worry eases then, but the concern is still there.

"I love you too darling, what's wrong? Talk to me." Kaz pushes again, taking a step closer to you. His eyes study your face, your cheeks are flushed, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you nibble anxiously.

"I'm well...I just feel uh frustrated." You say, putting it the same way you described it to Jesper hoping that Kaz catches on as Jesper did.

"Are you angry with me, love?" Kaz asks and you want to kiss him all over his face when you notice the adorably confused look on his face.

"No, not that kind of frustrated." You try again, and Kaz's eyebrows pinch together. Finally you see a look of understanding dawn his features and your cheeks turn even darker. So he was partially right, your sexual needs are not being met and you've finally begun to feel wound up. Kaz knew this would happen eventually, he's been hoping you don't leave him because of it.

"B-But I have an idea... if you're up for it." You start carefully, and Kaz swallows thickly. He's not sure he's ready to touch you, he wants to, can feel the urge bubbling beneath his skin. But he isn't there yet.

"Sweetheart I'm not sure I can touch you just yet," Kaz begins gently, guilt on his face as his eyes soften.

"You don't have to, just hear me out...please?" You beg, and the needy look in your eyes nearly makes his knees buckle. You feel like you could combust at any moment, the heat coursing through you is suffocating. Kaz has seen you naked by now, but neither of you have ever done anything like this.

"You could make me feel good, b-but I'll be your hands. Your voice alone could make me cum Kaz." You say shyly, watching his eyebrows shoot up at your words.

"You could make yourself feel good too, w-we could do it together." You explain, watching warmth crawl up Kaz's neck. A look you don't recognize crosses onto Kaz's face, it makes your entire body feel boneless at the intensity in his eyes.

"My pretty girl wants me to help her masturbate? Is that it?" His voice is low, a near purr and it sends heat straight between your thighs. Kaz knows you need more from him, and if his voice is how he can help meet your sexual needs then he'll do it. He'll do damn near anything if you ask him to. You nod instantly, already feeling tingles going south.

"Sit on the couch." He says, his voice rough as he pulls his office chair out to sit down in front of his desk. Before he sits, he turns for his office door.

"Undress." His voice is commanding, as is his presence in the room. You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage as your shaky palms shed your clothing layer by layer. Kaz also closes and locks the window before he sits back in his office chair. His eyes drink up every inch of bare skin that is slowly being revealed to him. You sit back against the couch once your undergarments fall to the floor and you're naked before him. You feel nervous, but the heat in his gaze is enough to make arousal pool between your legs.

"Spread your legs for me my love, I want to see you." He says, his voice still holding its commanding tone. It was obvious that despite the fact that he isn't touching you he's still very much in charge here- totally in control of your pleasure. You do as he asks, shyly spreading your legs and revealing your glistening folds to him. Kaz feels his pants tighten at the sight of you, you're practically dripping onto his couch.

"My poor girl, look at you. Must have been in desperate need of release for days. You should have came to me sooner, love." Kaz says softly, his voice making your body heat up. You nod fervently, your skin buzzing and you haven't even begun touching yourself yet. Subconsciously you seem to have submit to him already, accepting that he's the one in control. That you can't do anything without his say so, you should have known that he would be domineering in bed.

"Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not around." Kaz instructs and you send him a bashful look. You've never had such a direct audience to such an intimate moment before, but there's nobody else you could imagine doing this for. You lean back comfortably against the couch, your eyes landing on Kaz and you seriously have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of him. He's lounging back in his office chair like a King sat upon his throne. His legs are spread, and there's an obvious bulge in his pants. His eyes are dark and lust blown, his gaze glued between your legs.

You snake a palm down your stomach, your fingers lightly teasing your clit causing you to throw your head back.

"Keep your eyes on me." Kaz demands and you can't help but obey. You lift your head to keep your eyes on him as your fingers swirl circles on your clit.

"Tell me what to do Kaz, please." You whine, and the desperation in your voice makes his dick twitch. You see him subtly adjust himself as your fingers continue to play with your clit and run down along your slit. Kaz swallows harshly, his mind feeling unfocused and all he can do is watch the way you play with yourself.

"Push one finger inside yourself love, just one." He says breathlessly, and you obey and push one lithe finger in. You moan softly, pumping your finger but it's not enough. Your hips wriggle against the couch and Kaz can see that you need more.

"Play with your clit darling, and keep pumping that finger." Kaz instructs and the smooth undertone of his voice is making shivers run down your spine. Your other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit, and you feel like the temperature in the room has risen at least 10 degrees.

"You are breathtaking my love, an absolute vision." Kaz praises softly, he can't take his eyes away from your beautiful cunt. Your finger is wet with your slick every time it leaves your heat, and your lips are parted as soft moans escape you. He learned a long time ago that you like to be praised, that you crave those words of affection. He isn't big on being affectionate in public, but he usually compliments you every so often. If only to watch your cheeks darken and the goosebumps raise along your skin. He watches a shiver run down your spine at his words.

"You're doing so good my love, add another finger for me." Kaz says, and you push 2 fingers into your soaked cunt. Kaz palms himself through his pants, he's beginning to strain painfully against his pants.

"Kaz touch yourself, please I want to watch." You beg and Kaz swears in that moment he's died and gone to heaven. How could someone as beautiful and perfect as you be spread out naked on his couch? And yet he's still too afraid to touch you. He swallows thickly as he continues to watch you thrust your fingers into your cunt, and he's scrambling to open his pants enough to pull himself free. As soon as his cock is freed he's releasing a sigh of relief.

"Go faster my love, I want to watch you ruin that tiny little cunt." Kaz nearly pleads and you instantly pick up the pace, slamming your fingers into yourself. You moan again once you feel that coil winding in your stomach and heat sears through your entire body when you watch Kaz wrap a gloved hand around himself. You watch with lidded eyes as he begins to pump his shaft slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips. This is by far the most erotic thing you've ever done, and you've had your fair share of lovers before you begun dating Kaz.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum Kaz, can I? Please?" You ask, needing his permission before you let yourself release. Kaz growls softly, his own hand speeding up and jerking himself faster. He can see how fucked out you looked, he could hardly fathom how you'd look once he actually works up the courage to touch you.

"Yes sweetheart, cum for me. Look me in the eyes darling." Kaz says, and your eyes lock onto his as you feel your orgasm wash over you. You cry out softly, your body convulsing as you gush all over your fingers. Kaz feels his own orgasm creeping up on him as he watches you cum, you've never looked more beautiful. You suddenly get an idea and pull yourself onto your knees before him, making sure to keep your hands to yourself. You sit between his spread legs and look up into his eyes, blinking your doe eyes up at him makes him groan softly.

"Cum on my face." You say it so casually Kaz almost doesn't hear you. He feels heat sear through him once he registers what you've said, and he keeps quickly pumping himself. His head tosses back as the pleasure builds, but he can't help but pull his gaze back to you. You're waiting with your mouth open, eyes fixed on his.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful on your knees before me. Don't move my love, let me cum on your face." Kaz gasps, feeling his orgasm hit him suddenly. His chest heaves as white ropes of cum land on your face, mostly in your mouth. You hum happily as you swallow it down, wiping it off your cheeks and licking it off your fingers. Kaz watches with hooded eyes as you smile up at him, and then he does something you don't expect.

He leans forward and briefly presses his lips against yours to give you a quick kiss. It's quick, but its the first skin to skin contact with Kaz you've ever had. You beam up at him, and he's never seen you look happier than you did in that moment. He feels guilt seeping into his mind, has he really deprived you so much that a simple kiss brings you so much joy? Do you feel satisfied with him or is he damning you to a lifetime of longing for more? Kaz feels his skin prickling uncomfortably, but he leans down and presses a more firm kiss to your lips. He wants you to feel fulfilled. His lips move softly against yours until he feels nausea turn in his stomach and he pulls away. His heart is racing and he has to repeat to himself that it's just you, just you sitting naked in his office. He's safe, everything is fine. He has to repeat this to himself to keep the oncoming panic attack away.

All because of a simple kiss.

"Don't push yourself my love." You remind him softly as you lift yourself from the floor. He wants to reach out and take you in his arms, wants to press his face against the soft skin of your tummy. But he can't and he hates himself for it. Hates that you have to baby him and deprive yourself of the intimacy he knows you crave.

"Was this good my love, was it enough?" Kaz asks softly, hating how vulnerable he sounds. You turn, surprise on your face as you look at him.

"It was perfect Kaz, what's wrong?" You ask softly, reaching down to start pulling your clothes on.

"Are you happy with me? Am I fulfilling your needs?" Kaz tucks himself back into his pants and watches as you put your clothes back on. You look like a Goddess as you do.

"Kaz being with you has made me the happiest I've ever been in my life. You always make sure I want for nothing, where is this coming from?" You ask sadly, and your heart is breaking. How could he ever think he isn't enough for you as he is?

"You were sexually frustrated but didn't feel comfortable telling me because...because I can't touch you. Doesn't that bother you?" Kaz asks, hesitantly meeting your eye when you move to stand in front of him.

"Kaz...I just didn't want to make you feel bad. I don't mind that you can't touch me, I love you as you are." You reassure him but he still holds so much tension in his shoulders.

"You say that now. But can you handle not being touched...forever? I don't think you'll feel the same way 10 years from now." Kaz says, already having made his mind up on the matter.

"Kaz-"

"I want to take that step with you Y/N, I will overcome my...aversion...to ensure I meet all of your needs. Especially your sexual needs. Just be patient with me, please." Kaz says softly and you feel your heart swell at his promise. You nod with a soft smile, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent.

"I love you Kaz, always." You promise and you finally see the tension ebbing away from his shoulders.

"I love you darling."

#shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone #shadow and bone smut #kaz brekker #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows

[toxicanonymity]

Can I request a fic where Reader’s parents were recently killed and she has to look after her younger siblings. She needs to find a way to earn money so she is forced to become a prostitute/sex worker. Only thing is she is a virgin. And guess who takes her virginity as part of the job? (Joel!). Not sure how you can make it dark, but that’s up to you!

virgin sex worker

<1k words | joel x f!reader | masterlist

18+ virginity loss, unsafe PIV sex, bj, Joel talks you through the whole thing. Post-outbreak.

"Call me Joel," the john says.

"It's my first time," you tell him.

"No different from doin' it with a boyfriend," he reassures you as he unzips his pants.

"No, I've never. . . It's my first time, ever."

He looks stunned but not put off. "Why ya doin' this?"

"It's really none of your business, I'm not gonna justify myself to you."

"Why me then? Lotta men would pay top dollar for a virgin."

"You're a regular, right? The other girls said you'd be good for my first time. Nice and gentle?"

"Whew, that ain't me, baby," he laughs. "Must be their sick idea of hazing the new girl. . . Must want me to break ya in reeeal good."

Your face goes cold and your eyes prickle with tears.

"Don't worry baby, I can try my best . . . c’mere, let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He pats the bed. “Bend over for me.” He takes off his jeans.

You bend over with your ass in the air. He lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties. "Mmm now that's a nice lookin' pussy."

He strokes it but you aren’t wet. He puts his hands on your waist then asks “ok if I move ya'round and shit?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer.

He somewhat roughly throws you on your back. “Was that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“I’m gonna make it so it feels better for ya, k?” He takes your panties all the way off then puts his head between your legs. His tongue on your clit turns you on right away. He kisses, licks, and sucks at your pussy, always returning to your clit. You moan in pleasure, then he sticks a finger in.

“Good girl, now we’re in business.” He slowly pumps that one finger as he keeps pleasuring you with his mouth. Then he sticks another finger in. He grunts in satisfaction as he pulls his mouth away, and looks up at you from between your thighs. “Nobody ever been in here?”

“No, only toys.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Well good, that means you prolly won’t bleed too much.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, then curls them. It’s quite a stretch, but still pleasant. After awhile, Joel sits up and gives you a little smile, thumbing your clit one last time as his fingers slide out.

“Alright, we’re warmed up, ready to go,” Joel says while palming himself over his boxers. “You wanna give it a kiss first, get to know it?”

You sit up, then bend over again so your head is at dick-level with him standing next to the old, dirty bed. His hard cock intimidates you but also sends a pang of arousal between your legs. You wrap your hand around it and he sighs. You put your lips around the head and he says “Yeah, attagirl.” When you begin to suck, he gives a low whistle. “Damn, you suck a good cock.”

You’ve done your research.

“Alright now.” You take your head off his cock and wait for his instructions. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. “How bout ya just come on up here.” He pats his lap. “Take it how you want it, and I’ll try not to interfere.”

You slowly straddle him and hover over his cock. He holds it for you in one hand and watches you hungrily. He fingers you again with his free hand, then urges you closer, pulling you by your ass. He aligns his tip at your entrance, then you slowly sink onto it. In a way, it feels amazing, but It’s a major stretch and also hurts. You wince. He breathes heavily, trying to control himself.

“Ok if I help?” he asks and you nod. His hands come to your hips and gently press down. You gasp and your face screws up.

“Sometimes ya gotta rip the bandaid off. want me to do that for ya, baby?”

You’re nervous but you don’t think you can go any further without more help.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Attagirl,” he says. His large hands pull you down hard on his cock and he grunts loudly. You gasp at the intrusion. It feels like he’s inhabiting most of your body. He thrusts up into you and you gasp again. It hurts, but not in a very bad way.

Then, he sits more upright and puts you on your back. He pulls out most of the way, then slams his cock into you and you both grunt as the force pushes you down the bed. He begins to really fuck you. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says and you nod. His face darkens, then he pounds into you repeatedly. It hurts, but not bad enough to say it. The feeling of being filled by him outweighs the pain.

After a few minutes, he says he’s about to come. “Wanna see how it tastes?”

“Yeah,” you say as he pulls out. He straddles you and walks on his knees up to your armpits, leans forward, and you lift your neck to accept him into your mouth. Then he groans and pulses into your mouth.

It's salty and a little tart.

"Good girl," Joel whispers as you take the last of his load. He gets dressed while you freshen up. He's sitting on the bed in his jeans when you come out.

"You're still here?" You ask.

"Yeah, you good?"

You nod.

"Can I give ya'a hug?"

You hug goodbye and the taste lingers in your mouth all day.

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This was a quick one from the ask cellar. Ty for reading!

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#dark!joel #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #toxicanonymity ☠️

[willownwisp]

starry skies, blue eyes

ii. loving you and the little things you do. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: no proofread i work and die alone. i write and called it a day,,, hehe,,, hurrah for second entry of leon valentine's advent !!!! this is actually two parts bc the fic on the third day follows the events after this fic. <3

cw: SFW, SILLY IDIOTS IN LOVE !!!!! part 2 of ree's leon valentine's day advent.

The baby blues melt into pink hues against the watercolor bloom skies as the sun slowly sets.

Leon presses a kiss to your temple as you both hike side by side to the camp site.

"Stay close, baby. It's getting dark soon. It's my bad, we should have gotten here earlier."

You blush and shake your head, it's not like he was at fault. Leon is a man of action, ask him what needs to be done and it is done. Perhaps it's drilled into him to obey and follow orders, or that after a turbulent run as a DSO agent, he just wanted to get away. Desperately so that the minute you impulsively chatter how romantic it would be to have a camping trip, he's on his ass getting ready that same day.

"No, lovey. It was spontaneous anyway. It's kinda more romantic, yeah?"

You giggle at him, linking your arms around his thick ones as it flexes underneath your touch as he guides you to the spot.

This playfulness earns you a sigh from him. Not one out of frustration, you know him. Know how his trauma operates in the way that there is a small cork in his heart that needed a bit loosening up before he shows his tenderness, it was a sigh of fondness from him as he pulls you close.

"Of course, baby."

He'd reply with a half-smile because you're adorable. The light to his life that seeps warmth in the cold crevices of his being. There was something in your spontaneous nature. Your laidback demeanor, and playfulness that had lured him in. A breath of fresh air.

It was almost night after that small hike, and you're currently faced with your mortal enemy.

Forgetfulness and a knot. A freaking knot.

You wanted to impress Leon by offering to be the one to set up the tent as he leaves you for a little while to gather wood for the fire.

How hard could it be to set up a small two-person tent?

You ask yourself, and this was your downfall.

Upon Leon's arrival, bringing in wood for the fire, he sets the wood down to roll his neck before removing his jacket. His muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his muscle fit turtleneck and you gawk at him like a horny teenager while pretending to be busy "reading" the manual for the tent.

Leon turns to you, oblivious to the fact that you were eyeing him.

"Do you need any help, baby?"

He asks, blue eyes and the softest gaze and fuck if he isn't the prettiest man on earth.

"Psh. Who? Me? Nah, I can do it lovey. People used to ask me for help with these you know. I'm like an expert."

A bald-faced lie, and you even had the audacity to throw a boast. In your defense, you do have the experience. The faint memory of your childhood suggests you do.

"I used to be a Scout, you know."

You give him a wink as a reassurance and he chuckles, an amused smile graces his lips as he pets your head.

"Wow, I didn't know I was in the presence of a camping veteran. I'm in your care, baby."

He replies with a playful wink, matching your energy before he turns to start the fire, busying himself with lighting up the wood and setting up the camp site.

Meanwhile you stew in the fact that you're screwed, and yet instead of helping yourself, your gaze wanders to that of your boyfriend.

You've always known that Leon is dependable. He's brilliant like that even if he doesn't see it. That seriousness in his sapphire eyes, the way he moves around to check for any hazards and dangers around the camp site. He was walking all over, completely engrossed with his tasks. Setting up the portable mini gas stove on the ground. You were just… staring.

You've always known you love him, but sometimes there are moments when you look at a person and that feeling of love washes over your being, because that's him. That's your boyfriend. The only Leon in the world, there with you. In this space, breathing the same air.

Your reverie is cute short when he calls out to you.

"Baby."

"Huh?"

You respond quite taken aback and Leon quirks his eyebrows at you.

"Are you okay? I've been calling you. Is there something on my face? You seem occupied."

He asks and you clear your throat before shaking your head to try and find your voice.

"Oh no, just… nothing."

You clear your throat again, but Leon's eyes narrow at you.

"You don't know how to set up the tent, don't you?"

He asks with a playful smirk on his lips and you respond with an over-the-top gasp of horror.

"Why I never!"

You huff and turn to tug on the little poles on the tent.

"I swear I still remember how to tie my knots!"

You exclaim before Leon looks at you and just… laughs.

A laughing Leon Kennedy is a treat, because you get to see him throw his head back in laughter, his dirty blonde hair delicately framing his pretty face and from up close you could see the mole on his neck. He was always so majestic.

You blush in embarrassment, but mainly at the fact that you were absolutely whipped for your boyfriend you can't help but admire him a like a living artistic sculpture.

"Baby."

He continues after he laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you from behind.

"You don't even need knots for that, all you have to do is put the poles in those holes."

He grins, looking down at your pouting face before snickering and kissing your cheeks.

"Aww, is my baby upset?"

He asks, tilting his head to get a clear view of your sheepish face, now blushing and huffing at him.

"Come on my Scout, let's put this up together yeah?"

He pulls away from you to give you a boyish grin, the look in his blue eyes is enough to get you to soften as you pick up the poles, with present pout.

Leon looks at you and he melts at how adorable you are.

Perhaps this is what makes life a little more light and a little more bright. The small things like the way you pout and the way you're already red-faced at light teasing. He doesn't say a word but only grabs your chin to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

Short and sweet as he smiles.

"I love you. Let's go on camping trips more often."

You smile at that and nod. For Leon, this is what makes life bearable. Silly moments like this and the love that you two share.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff #ree valentine's day advent

[probablyhuntersmom]

(Idek how it took me this long to really think about this but anyway)

This is the only time Hunter has directly spoken to Flapjack, after he says "Time to go home, Flap" right before entering the portal door to return to the Isles, after Flapjack faded away:

But I feel something vital is missing, and I really hope it is brought up in the final episode. It's arguably an even more painful place to experience emotionally, than the basic facts like "Flapjack is gone" or "Belos hurt Flapjack".

I wonder if they'll show Hunter taking the courage to go to that emotional space, to say:

"I hurt him." (or similar. Technically I don't think "I killed him" is as accurate? Though he might be really feeling inside that he did kill Flapjack T__T)

And have maybe Luz or someone else, or multiple people say a very important, "It wasn't your fault." He might know this in theory, in terms of head knowledge, but I really think he still needs to hear that from another person. He needs that reassurance and affirmation.

Because while Hunter may know in his head that it wasn't his fault:

..he's still going to be heckin' feeling in his heart that he could still have done something to prevent it.

There's the trauma of being possessed..

an allegory of being severely violated by an abuser, to process.

Being abused and suffering its aftermath can lead you to do things that "aren't you".

For a character that very easily apologizes when he screws up (and in fact, over-apologizes even for things he feels false guilt for, sometimes for things he doesn't need to take responsibility for):

..he hasn't uttered "I'm so sorry, Flapjack". But perhaps that is just too painful to process and to say right now, if the writers have indeed written a line like this for him in an upcoming scene.

And Luz would have all this to process too, carrying a heavy burden in her own heart, on top of all the things that she'd still feel she caused:

If she had listened promptly to Hunter sooner, right after the hayride, or even as early as the scene where Hunter first brought up that he saw Belos...maybe Flapjack would be still alive.

They need to process this, in the presence of one or more caregiver figures, who would be there to hold the space for them and provide warmth and security, so that they don't break apart.

I've been reflecting on this because they could pace out say, Eda's arc so well, building things up until we heard her say to her father "Have you even been able to carve any palismen since I attacked you?" (another version of "I hurt you")

Not gonna lie, I'll def feel some disappointment if this isn't addressed but fingers crossed.

#like..that rumour that Watching and Dreaming's runtime will be 55 and not 45 mins..pls be true #toh hunter #possessed hunter #luz noceda #toh flapjack #the owl house #toh analysis #hunter's abuse #loz writes a meta

[pandenewie]

37 - It's Giving Grease

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Y/n looks at their friends confused as they get into the backseat of Bahiyyih’s (brother’s) car. “Good morning to you guys too?” Y/n asks, eying the group suspiciously. “Are you sad again?” Eunchae asks, giving Y/n a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Um… not any more than usual?” Y/n is beyond confused. 

“You’re dressed like a normal person.” Hikaru points out. “It’s gross.” Y/n screws their face up at her words, mildly offended at the comment. “Did you forget today's dress code protest?” Bahiyyih asks, causing Y/n to shrug. “No, I’m just not gonna do it.” 

The three friends gasp at this. Y/n not participating in a protest? Something must be truly wrong. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? I know Jungwon’s probably gonna be super stressed out because everyone’s protesting and I don’t want to add to that.” Y/n mumbles, the end of their sentence trailing off.

“And what if Jungwon participates in the protest?” Hikaru asks. Y/n deadpans at this, a gentle roll of the eyes showing they are not taking their friend seriously. “This is Jungwon we’re talking about. He follows rules and does what he’s told - protesting doesn’t fit into either of those things.” Y/n states. “I don’t know… maybe he’ll surprise you.” Eunchae smiles.

The school halls are filled with students from all walks of life - banning together to protest the dress code. Some keep it more simple, with extra jewellery or mildly-graphic shirts whilst others show up in jaw-dropping outfits, breaking the dress code in more ways than imaginable.

Y/n gets a few stares as they make their way down the hallway - most likely due to their lack of protest. Given the spectacles Y/n has put on throughout the year so far - not seeing them participate is certainly a shock. Although Y/n is technically still breaking the dress code (they can’t give up their ripped jeans) it’s not the outfit people were expecting.

“This is what you get for being a simp.” Hikaru whispers, earning an eye roll and jab to the side from Y/n. “You’re acting like I don’t love the attention.” Y/n whispers back snidely. Hikaru goes to reply with another sarcastic comment but gets distracted by the sound of Bahiyyih calling out to Wonyoung and Ricky.

“You guys all look so cute! Wait, you aren’t protesting Y/n?” Wonyoung asks, her attention turning to Y/n and their outfit. “Y/n’s trying to be a goody-two-shoes to impress Jungwon.” Eunchae says, nudging her friend playfully. “I’m not doing it to impress him.”  Y/n rolls their eyes. “I just don’t want to stress him out more than he already is, and participating in the protest would do that… no offence.”

“Wait, but Jungwon’s the one who-” Ricky is immediately cut off as Wonyoung slams her hand over his mouth. “Jungwon is probably stressing his poor little heart out. Maybe you could go talk to him, Y/n?” Wonyoung says, a stark contrast between her harsh glare at Ricky and her gentle smile at Y/n. “Uh… yeah, okay? Let me know how the protest goes.” Y/n says, waving goodbye to their friends before taking off down the hallway.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Wonyoung immediately scolds as soon as Y/n is out of sight. “I’m sorry, I forgot they don’t know Jungwon planned this.” Ricky states, defensively. “You just need to stop talking in general.” Hikaru rolls her eyes. “Sorry, it’s not my fault I'm so talkative and charming.” Ricky smirks - letting out a yelp as Hikaru slaps his chest.

Y/n thought they knew exactly where Jungwon would be - but as they look around the library confused they see no sight of him. “Um… excuse me ma’am but have you seen Jungwon at all?” Y/n asks the librarian, who immediately lets out a sigh as their eyes scan Y/n up and down.

“Nice to see you’re finally cleaning up your act… but I better not see you two skipping class in here again.” She warns. Y/n nods obediently and the librarian points towards the far tables, where Y/n and Jungwon commonly sit. Y/n’s brows furrow - didn’t they check there?

Y/n thanks the librarian before making their way towards the back of the library. Only one student is sitting there, with their back to Y/n. The bright red hair throws them off for a second but as their eyes land on the schoolbag next to their feet - they immediately recognise a familiar cat keychain.

“Jungwon?” Y/n asks, unsure. The student turns around at the sudden voice - and Y/n immediately recognises him. After all, no one has ever looked at them the way Jungwon does. “...hi.” Jungwon says, biting his lip nervously. Y/n continues to look at him with wide eyes, their gaze locked on his fluorescent strawberry locks.

“...do you like it?”

Like it? He has the audacity to sit there, smiling innocently as if he doesn't look like the hottest new anime character and then ask if Y/n likes it?

“Are you serious right now? Won, you look amazing.” Y/n exclaims in disbelief, pouting slightly as someone a few tables down shushes them. They don’t look to see who the person is - their eyes are busy fixating on Jungwon’s hair. How badly they want to reach out and touch the fiery strands. 

As Jungwon suddenly stands, Y/n’s gaze flickers to the rest of his outfit. He’s wearing baggy distressed jeans - covered in rips and pins and cute little doodles. They hang slightly low on his hips, exposing the band of his boxers. The pants are paired with a loose graphic tank top which, as Jungwon stretches his arms slightly, Y/n immediately notices is mildly cropped. All things that the dress code certainly does not allow.

Y/n is rendered speechless, which doesn’t happen very often. Jungwon almost laughs at the shocked, slightly dazed expression on their face. He takes a few steps forward until he and Y/n are standing face to face.

“I’ll take amazing.” Jungwon smiles. Y/n’s face is screwed up with confusion, as their eyes dart between Jungwon’s hair and his outfit. “I’m... so confused… you’re doing the protest?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to chuckle slightly. “Y/n… I started the protest.”

Now Y/n has officially short-circuited. Jungwon - the guy who messaged them all those months ago, asking them to follow the dress code; the guy who watched them get detention over and over again for breaking said dress code is standing in front of them with bright red hair and an outfit that doesn’t follow a single dress code rule. Is it some kind of alternate universe?

Meanwhile, Jungwon is eating this up. He expected some sort of reaction (a small part of him was hoping Y/n would immediately leap into his arms but that’s just the delusions talking) and this is certainly a reaction.

“I see you’re not participating.” Jungwon points out, gesturing to Y/n’s outfit. His gaze is playful and Y/n bashfully moves to wrap their (Jungwon’s) jacket tighter around their body. “I didn’t know you were the one who planned all this and… thought it was gonna stress you out… so I didn’t do it.” Y/n mumbles, their voice trailing off. “Cute.” Jungwon smiles, taking note of the subtle blush that spreads across Y/n’s cheeks.

“Why are you protesting? I thought you were okay with the dress code?” Y/n asks, changing the topic. “Well, yeah but you aren’t… you’ve done so much for me Y/n and I wanted to do something for you in return. Something to show that I care about you.” Jungwon says, causing Y/n’s heart to flutter slightly. “You did it… for me?” Y/n asks, an unfamiliar tone in their voice. Jungwon nods wordlessly, his eyes widening as Y/n’s fill up with tears.

“But I was so bad to you. I basically used you and now you’re just giving me what I wanted. What about you? What do you get from this?” Y/n asks, sniffing in an attempt to stop the tears from rolling down their cheeks. Jungwon’s heart clenches at the sight and he immediately reaches forwards to pull Y/n into his arms. 

“You weren’t bad to me. You made a mistake, yeah. And it hurt but it also taught us both a lot. I can see, even from your reaction right now, how guilty you are and that shows me you’re different now. I forgive you, Y/n.” Jungwon whispers against Y/n’s head, having to physically hold himself back from pressing gentle pecks to follow his words. “And I’m not just doing this for you, it’s for everyone. There’s nothing wrong with breaking some of the rules, I learnt that from a certain someone.” Jungwon smiles, causing Y/n to giggle slightly against his chest.

Y/n pulls back slightly to look at Jungwon’s face, glancing at his hair and outfit once more in the process. “So… bad boy Jungwon is here to stay?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to laugh. “I’d hardly call this bad boy… more like slightly less uptight Jungwon.” Y/n playfully scoffs at this, finally bringing their hands up to brush through Jungwon’s hair. “I don’t know… dyed hair, ripped jeans… what will the teachers think?” Y/n asks sarcastically, squealing slightly as Jungwon pinches their waist. “I don’t care what they think.” He mumbles, pulling Y/n even closer so their faces are only inches apart.

The two fall silent as they stare into each other's eyes. It’s similar to how they were a few nights ago, at Jungwon’s house. Although this time the atmosphere isn’t stiff or awkward. It’s comfortable - like this is exactly where they’re supposed to be.

“I really miss you, Y/n.” Jungwon whispers, his breath gently blowing against Y/n’s skin. His eyes flicker between their eyes and their lips, completely unsure of where to look. “I miss you too.” Y/n whispers back, lowering their hands from his hair to rest securely around the nape of Jungwon’s neck. Y/n can practically see the sense of relief fill Jungwon’s eyes, as his body completely relaxes against theirs. Jungwon leans forward to press his forehead against Y/n’s, his eyes closing for a few moments of bliss before opening again.

“Do you… think we could date for real this time?” Jungwon asks, his eyes full of hope as they stare directly into Y/n’s. It’s almost overwhelming, their closeness. Every sense, every thought, every feeling solely focused on each other - as if nothing and no one else exists in this moment. Y/n takes a second to process Jungwon’s words, their heart and brain working rapidly rushing around to form some kind of response. As the words get stuck in their throat, Y/n resorts to an enthusiastic nod of the head, a quiet whispered “please” following soon after.

That one word was all it took for Jungwon’s eyes to flutter shut, a staggered breath escaping his lips as they stretch out into a dimpled smile. He moves to gently nuzzle his nose against Y/n’s, their lips ghosting over each other’s ever so slightly. They both know what is about to happen but there’s no rush, allowing themselves time to experience being together again. Finally, a few simple words escape Jungwon’s lips before they are fully engulfed by Y/n’s.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

And he does. And it’s electric. Their mouths move together perfectly in sync, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle - as cheesy as it sounds. No amount of proximity is close enough as they pull each other closer and closer as if they won’t be happy until every inch of skin isn’t being touched.

It’s only when their cheesy grins get far too wide to hold back, that the kissing stops. Jungwon switches to pressing gentle pecks against every part of Y/n’s face. Their moment of bliss is quickly interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, causing Jungwon to pull away slightly.

“Skip class to makeout?” Y/n asks, smirking. “When I said it’s okay to break some rules, that’s not what I meant.” Jungwon fake scolds. “I was just kidding. You’re not the only one who’s changing, I haven’t skipped class in weeks.” Y/n smiles. “Well… let’s not fall back into old habits then.” Jungwon says, leaning down to press one final kiss against Y/n’s lips before grabbing their hand and going to walk them to their class.

“Did you see Mr Jeon is wearing ripped jeans?”

“Wait, what? Like for the protest?”

“I guess so… kind of cool for a teacher to back us up.”

The intense conversation at the lunch table is cut short as Jungwon and Y/n approach, hand in hand. Bahiyyih spots them first, her eyes widening as she notices their intertwining fingers and she immediately points towards the two.

“You’re holding hands!” She exclaims, causing the rest of the group to turn and look at the couple. All hell breaks loose when their eyes land on the couple - you’d think the pair were celebrities with the way their friends are acting.

“I always knew you two would work things out.” Niki smiles innocently, earning a few confused looks from the group. “You put vomit emojis every time we mentioned Y/n for like, weeks.” Jongseob points out, causing Niki to wave him off nonchalantly. “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“Wait, so are you two like… dating, dating?” Eunchae asks, her eyes filled with hope. Y/n and Jungwon look at each other for a moment before nodding, causing the group to erupt into a fit of cheers.

“I think they’re more excited than we are.” Y/n mumbles, quiet enough that only Jungwon can hear. “Perks of being the only relationship in the group.” Jungwon replies, his voice purposefully louder to gain the attention of his friends.

“Hey! I could get a girlfriend if I wanted one!”

“As if anyone would want to date you.”

Sighing, Jungwon turns his attention fully to Y/n. “I don’t know if I can deal with this right now… wanna hang out in the library?” He asks “God, yes.” Y/n sighs, reaching to grab a fry off Bahiyyih’s plate. “We’re gonna go, I’ll see you in calc.” They say. “So, it’s back to you ditching us for your boyfriend?” Hikaru teases. “Only sometimes.” Y/n replies before walking out of the cafeteria with Jungwon.

“People are staring at us.” Jungwon comments, as the two walk through the halls. “Probably because your hair looks like a firetruck.” Y/n jokes, causing Jungwon to look at them with a deadpan expression. “I thought you liked my hair…” He mumbles. “I do! But you can’t deny that it sticks out.” Y/n reasons.

As the two turn around the corner towards the library, they are stopped by Mr Jeon walking down the hallway. “I was wondering when I would run into you two.” He says, his eyes subtly flickering to their intertwined hands. “We need to discuss some things… could you meet me in my classroom? I just have to drop off this printing to Mr Kim.”

“Of course, we’ll head there right now.” Jungwon smiles, bowing goodbye to Mr Jeon before dragging Y/n down the hall. “Are we in trouble?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to shrug. “I’ve never gotten in trouble with Mr Jeon before. But he is the teacher in charge of the student council so… it’s probably something to do with the dress code.” He says. He notices the nervous look on Y/n’s face and squeezes their hand reassuringly. “It’s gonna be fine… you’re not even really breaking the dress code so if anything, you’ll just watch me get yelled at.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

Jungwon and Y/n visibly relax at his words, causing Mr Jeon to chuckle slightly. “We do need to talk about the dress code, though… more specifically, the protest.” Mr Jeon continues. “Since Jungwon was kind enough to email me about this in advance, I wasn’t blindsided by today’s events. And Y/n, I understand that you had nothing to do with this but, given your past involvement I hope you can see the importance of your inclusion in this discussion.”

Mr Jeon is certainly a teacher - even his speaking mannerisms show that. Y/n can’t tell if he’s practised this statement or if this is just the way his brain forms sentences. In all honesty, half of the words went in one ear and out the other, so they just nod along silently and hope that they didn’t just agree to something insane.

“Good. Now, Jungwon. You know I have great trust in you as our student council president and I know you wouldn’t do something to this extreme if you didn’t believe it would benefit the students at our school. With that being said, if you are not clear about what it is you want changed, the change will not happen.” Jungwon nods at Mr Jeon’s words. “I know that completely getting rid of the dress code is unrealistic but there are a handful of the rules that the students believe are unfair - those are the ones we would like changed.” Jungwon says. “I sent an online form to those who are participating in the protest to ask what rules they disagree with, then I was planning on making a presentation and taking it to the school board.”

Mr Jeon’s eyes light up at Jungwon’s preparation and planning. “We have a school board meeting this Friday after school, I would be more than happy to support you with this.” Mr Jeon smiles. Jungwon turns to look at Y/n, who just looks back with a slightly confused expression. They’re still not 100% sure why they’re here. “Okay… I guess I’ll start preparing then.” Jungwon says, smiling slightly as he feels Y/n squeeze his hand reassuringly. He’s got this.

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[pyromegalomaniac]

I have a request... Wally Darling x abused reader... like the reader was abused in their past before they moved to the neighborhood... if my request upset you, I don't mind if you don't do it!

Oh, megacandy420, I'd love to do this one!! (Nice name by the way, ha.) I do believe I have some experience with verbal and maybe even physical abuse myself so I think I could do these pretty well!! Okay here goes the headcanons!! Enjoy!!

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Wally x abused!reader headcanons🍎🩹

(Obviously a warning ahead for heavy mention of verbal and physical abuse and its after-effects.)

Saying sorry a lot

Saying sorry for saying sorry too much

Wally always just laughs, looks at you gently and says "there's no need to apologize, dear."

Tending to ignore when you feel uncomfortable, which Wally has learned to recognize

He does his best to keep you feeling happy safe and comfy

Dropping a dish and thinking "I'm so stupid", being on the verge of tears as you clean it up

Wally coming over to help and reassuring you that everyone makes mistakes

When you call yourself a screw-up or something like that he'll tell you "no, and I love you" over and over again until you don't say bad things about yourself anymore

Stiffening up whenever you hear someone using an angry tone, even if it's not directed at you

Wally is always there to comfort you

You used to flinch when you just started dating Wally and he'd try to touch your face, but now you relish the gentleness he holds your cheek with

Not making any decisions purely for your own happiness (ex: getting yourself something nice or choosing what to eat for dinner)

Wally likes to get you little gifts so you know you matter to him

He tries to get you to do things purely because you want to do them, not to make anyone else happy

If you're ever standing around or whatever in a tense pose, he'll gently come in from behind and hug you

He'll ask you if you want anything from the store and insist it's no problem when you ask if he's sure

Laying in bed or on the couch and suddenly feeling like crying for no particular reason at all

He'll lay by you (either facing you or big spooning) and whisper to you and stroke your hair

He often wonders to himself why someone would ever treat you that way

If he ever met them he'd steal their kneecaps

Venting to him about your abuser or stuff that's going on right now

He just stares at you with a smile and nods while he listens

When you're done he pulls you close and makes sure you know that he loves you and that you deserve the world

Sometimes you'll fall asleep that way, laying with him as his arms are wrapped around you, stroking your hair and whispering to you...

These might've been influenced a but too much from my own personal experience, but I tried not to let it get too specific, heh. I actually think these helped me a bit with working through my own stuff, and I hope you liked them too!! Thanks so much for requesting these!! I look forward to writing more in the future!! Much love!!!

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[danyvhell-writes]

Ais headcanons pt 2 ! (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Ais, my beloved. My brain won't stop thinking about him, there's so much to say omg ! I need to draw him this is serious :')

+ Not really a headcanon but when I first saw Ais in the trailer I thought he would be a kinda pirate character :') don't make fun of me lmaouiadubgziu !! I really imagined our first encounter with him on the coast of the city/harbor and that his story would be based on pirate tales and marine legends. I'm still sticking to my idea that it would be fucking awesome to have Ais as a captain or something, traveling the seas and oceans with him and his crew. (let me dream) PIRATE AIS AU WHEN ????!!? (Helloooo sailor !!)

• Has really pretty hands for someone who fights so much ! Likes to be presentable in front of you.

• He's a simp in his own ways. Someone making a remark about how good looking you are, he's gonna brag "Damn right they are ! Look at them."

• If you're mixed or have unusual features for your ethnicity, he would try to guess your origins (and he's strangely good at it ?). And if you have a weird/rare mix it's even more fun to see him struggle a bit.

• Likes to share foods ! Please feed him, he loves it. He'll just watch your dish with insistance until you ask him "You want some ?" and lean opening his mouth. He'll gently make you taste his meal in return. You're his little sparrow after all, so of course he's gonna let you peck in his plate.

• If your gaze meets his, he'll wink casually. It's his way to say "Hi babe."

• Completely forgot to ad this in my last hc post but !! If you use ASL, he will learn just so he can talk with you. Teach him everything you know, he's a good student >:) And if you happen to know how to read lips, this man would be thrilled to learn how to do it ! I just know he'd love to spy on people's conversation and gossip with you hehehe

• When you guys go on a walk and see sparrows he's always saying stuff like "Look, your friends' saying hi !" "This one looks just like you, cute." or "Wonder who's the real little sparrow… Sure you're not an impostor hm ?"

• When he doesn't smoke, he smells like a mix of cloves, iodine, humid air & metal (you know what i mean ?)

• Ties up his hair in a little ponytail sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever !!!

• If you're sensitive to the smell of cigarette (I personally despise that shit), he'd be careful not to smoke near you or puff in your direction. Passive smoking is not an option ! When you tell him it's fine, he responds "I don't want to screw up your healthy lil lungs !" ↑ However if you take cigs too, he'll gladly share a smoke with you. Really likes to have a calm talk with you while you guys enjoy your stuff. (+ shotgun kiss grrr)

• If you trip on your feet or something while walking, no need to feel ashamed. He would simply do the same on purpose to reassure you and act like it's something casual. "Can't watch my feet either apparently :)" You can be clumsy around him, do not worry !

• We know he doesn't like easy fights and he's kinda into brats so… give him challenges. Dumb ones, hard ones whatever you want ! He needs adrenaline and what's better than a little dare. "Bet you can't climb that tree in less than twenty seconds !" "Oh yeah ? Don't be presumptuous, I'll show you." and there he goes, perching himself on a big branch.

• Related to that... You're a snarky little shit ? Good. He likes it. Be cocky with him, that's what he needs. Of course he loves your soft side but no bickering nor teasing would be boring. This man needs a challenge.

• Loves going on walks with you and his babies (soulless). He'd show you around, make you visit nice places you've never been to and you get to play with Princess + the rest of the pack ! Sometimes his destinations are a little perilous but it's worth the risk. Two whole hours walking in the mist to watch the sunset ? Okay let's go, handsome !

• You're a trans person ? Great. He is too. Now go makeout like the T4T couple you are. (My Ais is trans and I won't come back on this statement 🏃🏽‍♂️💨)

• Always rests his hand on your hip. Number one resting place, comfortable & perfect shape for it. Sometimes the touch feels almost ghosting against you, you wonder if you're imagining things. Please, do the same for him. His waist is literally snatched with that pretty belt of his, perfect place to put your hands on ! He would really appreciate.

• He's good with makeup. Let him put you some red eyeliner so you guys can match ;) Just imagine him holding your face gently while he's concentrated on making a cool pattern with the liner. "Don't move." "I'm trying sorry !" "Am I that distracting to you ?". He won't mind if you try some on him. Dark lipstick omg, he'll rock that shit !

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved ais #touchstarved #ais x reader #gn reader #ais touchstarved #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved demo #red spring studios #so obsessed with this guy it's insane ! #okay but guys imagine trans pirate Ais i- #promise i'll write about the other guys don't worry #my hcs

[midnghtprentiss]

fooling you - emily prentiss

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x peditrician!femreader

emily got insecure about an unsub and push reader away. based on fooling you by rachel platten

warnings: angust (not much), cursing, fluff!!!!

i am obsessed with this concept i'm sorry

comment if you want to be tagged in the emily stories!

Emily was pushing you away again. You didn't know what happend at the BAU and she wasn't talking… at least not with you. You got different jobs, you work in a hospital and she works catching bad people. Some days were amazing, some days weren't and that 's the deal. If you want to talk about things or only share what's wrong, it's alright. Pushing you away was everything but alright. 

The knock on the door of your shared apartment took you out of your transe. You smile when you see Hotch's figure. You called him because you know he's the only one she could talk to for now. 

"Sorry for making you come. She's pushing me away, Aaron." You took a deep breath and he smiled calmly. 

"It's alright. I'll talk to her." He made his way inside. 

"She's in her office." He nods to the room and knocks twice before going in. 

"Babe, I don't want to talk." She stops when notice Hotch is the one there. "Seriously?" 

"You're screwing up again, Emily." He sits in front of her. "Talk to me."

"I, I'm worried Hotch. When we caught the unsub today he told me something about protecting the people we cared for and I panicked. What if someone does something to her trying to get to me? That's my fiancé and I can't even protect her properly." Emily looked at her friend and shook her head. "Hotch, I can't lose her but I hate the idea of something happening and my efforts are useless." 

"Emily, she called me to talk to you because she knows you're worried about something she doesn't understand. She would never risk her safety knowing you could never see her again. Honestly, our job is hard. Everyday I wake up terrified something happened to Jack and I go to sleep terrified something happened when I'm sleeping in the other room. And when nothing it's real I got back to reality. You're afraid of something, everybody is, don't let this consume you and rip something you treasure." Emily nods, wiping her tears aways. "Talk to her and do me a favor, be honest."

Emily and Hotch talked for a little longer and he left when all was alright. Both of you didn't speak a word 'til bedtime. You took Sergio in your arms and tucked him under the blankets. Emily went to bed a couple minutes later, she was wearing her old FBI shirt and pajama pants that absolutely did not match. 

"Can we talk?" She sits in the bed next to you, getting under the covers too.

"Only if you want to." You answer, looking at her.

"You know I've done things I'm not proud of and sometimes I'm not sure if I really changed. You know all that and still you stayed." She holds your hand "Everyday I get paranoid if I'm deserving of the unconditionally love you gave me because you just love and accept me. Any reasonable person would be left by now. I have no idea why you decided to stay. You hold me when I got scared, you wiped my tears when I cry and you love me when I'm so fucked up." 

"Emily, I love you. I think that part of loving someone it's accepting, loving and caring. You feel like you don't deserve it? Bullshit. I saw your best and ugly days. I watched you break down so many times and I didn't want to leave. I know you know I mean everything I say, when I reassure you how much I am in love with you, you're strong and I have no idea how your job is but I understand it's too much. You don't need to speak to me when it's too much, pushing me away it's not okay." 

"I feel like I'm wasting your time, fooling you. Anyone would love to have you and here you are with me." 

"Emily, I love you. I chose to be with you because I love every single inch of you, I don't care about what you do in your past and how these people get inside your head. I want you to understand I love you for who you are. Bad days, good days, wild days and lazy days. You're not fooling me, God, don't say that ever again, not in front of our cat, not in front of me and absolutely not for yourself." You sit straight in bed, giving her a comprehensive look. "I wish you could see yourself like I see you. You spent hours in a line with me to buy concert tickets. You took Reid to a Russian movie festival. You help Morgan with his training every sunday. Don't make me remember the day you let Penelope dress you like a unicorn vomit in you. You are the most caring woman I know and honestly, I can't believe you don't believe. You should and I'm fine remembering you every day until we're gone." 

You cup her cheeks and give her a sweet kiss, hugging her tight. 

"In this house we don't give up 'cause we're afraid, we do things to make us stronger and cuddle at the end of the day." 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to push you away. I thought I was protecting you." You both get comfy in the blankets.

"I love you, alright? Till I'm gray and old." She laughs and it's the most beautiful sound you have ever heard.

"I love you. If you start that thing again I'll call Penelope and she'll come over." 

"You wouldn't dare!" She hustles at you, pinning you under her. 

"I'm crazy, woman."

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss one shot #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss blurb #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds #Spotify

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Warm Company

Halsin x F! Plus Sized Tav, Set between Part 2 and 3

18+, feelings of undeserving, pining, touch starved, tenderness, heavy petting, fingering (f!), rough sex, Halsin being so sweet

listening to: Movement - Hozier, Sand - Dove Cameron

-

"Would you like some company?"

Startled, Tav looked up. Embarrassingly wiping her eyes. Gods was there a place to be alone anymore.

Softened when she saw it was Halsin, the kindest mountain of a man.

"Sorry," She wiped her face with her sleeve. "Just having a moment.."

"Would you like me to go?"

Pulling her lower lip into her mouth, sitting back on her haunches. "No, no, it.."

Sighing in defeat. "It might actually be good to get it out. Talk about it."

He sat down next to her on the grass, a large hand against her back. Drawing reassured circles. "Tell me."

The touch drawing new tears to her. Gods she had been touched, been held, so little in her life. It still felt overwhelming sometimes.

"It's, ugh Gods... Its Astarion." Let out a mean laugh at herself. At her pining. At her crush. "I've been infatuated with him for a while, he only sees me as a friend. A traveling companion."

Screwed her eyes shut. "His friendship is so so precious to me. That he trusts me and feels safe, Gods finally feels kind of okay. I know so deeply how that feels, to be a scared animal in the dark... But I cant help wanting more. Wanting him. I'm selfish. I'm-"

It was a dam breaking, a torrent pouring out.

"Tav," Halsin said suddenly, tone stern. Stopping her tirade. "You are not selfish."

Wiped one of her tears, the callous of his fingers brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes, heart leaping.

"Astarion is.." Gathered his thoughts. "A deeply troubled person. As are you," She laughed wetly. "As are we all. Yet you have come a tremendous way, a great deal of understanding and processing your pain. Much farther along in your journey. Incredible truly, what you've unraveled. The love you still have in your heart for the world, for us." Hand to his chest. "I have faith that he'll get there, that he'll catch up to you. Then he can see you, see the beautiful light that you are."

She stared up at him, the warmth in his eyes. How he looked back at her, unguarded, nothing to hide.

"Kiss me." She breathed, shocking herself.

A warm hand slid to cup her cheek, the other encircling the outside of her thigh.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," She whispered to him. Heart hammering. "I need to be touched right now. Be loved."

"I'd be honored." He murmured against her temple.

Holding back more threatening tears she slid her mouth against his.

Tav was not a small Drow, usually towering over people. Seeing the tops of heads as she walked. Her body was thick, full, tall.

But Halsin dwarfed her. The hand on her thigh with a wide reach, thumb reaching the sensitive skin on the inside. It made her chest flutter.

Feeling her need rising, she pushed her hand into his long hair. The tip of his ear sharp against her knuckle.

Still cupping her face so tenderly, he kissed her deeply. Slow. Setting her aflame.

Her free hand wandered to his chest, the muscles an expanse. Gods there was just so much of him. She finally didn't feel like she was going to break her lover. Fingers along his clavicle, savoring.

Hand in his hair laguidly scratching.

He groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer. Large hand running up the small of her back.

She naturally slid onto his lap, straddling him. It felt so instinctual, always did with her if she was honest, but especially here. Especially with him. Like he was designed to be loved.

She pulled at the hem of his tunic, lifting. He followed her, pulling it over his head, dropping into the grass.

"How do you look like that," She admonished, out loud she realized.

He chuckled, "The compliments are welcome, but you..."

Trailing his fingers down the curve of her neck, eyes full of wonder. "You are the one to be marveled at here."

She bit her lip. "You're going to make me cry again." Barely a joke. Stop being so sweet. She thought.

Another chuckle, low in his throat. "Apologies."

Stop being so good to me.

She pushed both hands into his hair, mouth hungry, demanding. Hips sliding into him.

"Take my top off."

His hands dutifully pulled the blouse free, dropping it near his in the grass.

"Touch me, please."

His hands on her waist, her hips, her chest. One finger tracing along her hardened peaks. She moaned lightly into his sweet mouth.

"More," A whine this time.

He broke away, mouth moving to her neck. Suckling and licking. She shivered against him as he moved to her ear, nibbling. Could feel his hardness against her. Straddled closer into him.

Took his hand, led it down the front of her. Positioning it right above her entrance. Urging.

He nodded into her neck, fingers working to open her ties. Other arm wrapping around her ass, lifting her. Pulling them off in one smooth motion.

The lifting made her ache, like she weighed nothing. Her need an inferno.

Now bare against him, his hands found her. Sliding two fingers down her slit, so warm.

She bucked into him, already so wet. His fingers swirling into her clit.

"Yes," She breathed, eyes fluttering closed.

Perfect hard circles. His mouth trailing down her chest, pushing his body forward. Hand bracing her fall as he led her down onto her back.

Hand still working he straddled between her, his body a shadow over her in the moonlight. Her hands ran up his wide shoulders, legs spread to accommodate him.

Mouth finding her nipple, swirling, nipping.

She groaned, undignified.

Two fingers sliding inside her. Hooking into her, pulsing.

"Gods, yes." She whimpered. "Just like that."

Even just the two was filling her, what would three do? What would his cock do? She thought, shivering. Though she doubted she would make it that far, at this rate.

Already shaking against him, her hips telltale. The tightening in her pelvis. The sound of his fingers in and out of her drenched core.

"Three, three fingers.." She moaned, knowing she was drawing near.

He moaned into her chest in agreement, his ring finger pushing into her.

She groaned loudly, pushing her hips hard into his hand. An animal rutting. Grinding her clit into his palm when he would push into her.

"Harder," She urged. Meaner. Make it hurt.

He took a handful of her hair, pulled it taut. Hand rough, pushing and pulsing.

Her build almost to its peak, finally getting what she needed. What she craved. What she couldn't get from the one she desired.

"Let go," He said, his words tender, his hands violent. "I'll catch you."

Back arching, head thrown back she released against him. Drowning in her pleasure, gasping and writhing. A burning ache, a smothering wave, one after another after another. The onslaught of his hands not slowing she rode the tide, a cry escaping her throat. Begged for it to never stop.

She fell back, exhausted. His hand slowing, gently sliding against her core. Arm snaking under her, pulling her into his chest.

She fell into him, ashamed to have fresh tears already sprouting in her eyes. "Thank you."

He smiled, pushed her hair away from her face. "It was a pleasure."

~

#hes my sweetheart. my sweet boy! #also Tav at some point in the future going 'did you know I fucked halsin one time?' #to the sound of crashing dishes in the next room #she deserves to get her back blown out 😤 #halsin x tav #halsin x plus sized tav #astarion x plus sized tav

[satureja13]

Jeb and Saiwa rode to the river. Jeb needs to tell Saiwa about the Bond which is stirring Vlad up against them... Saiwa seems nervous. Why does Jeb want to talk to him alone? Is he going to tell him he can't stand the way he dresses sometimes? Saiwa knows that Jeb would never hurt him by telling him so. But Jeb is so different from him. Maybe he lied when he said he liked it? Is this the reason they haven't woohooed yet? His nervousness transferred to Tyalindo...

The stunning view calmed them.

But not for long. Saiwa: "If you don't like the way I dress sometimes, I'll change it." Jeb: "Vanië - I told you how much I like it. I'd even think you're hot if you wore a trash bag, hm? Please don't worry about this. And don't change it. It is so hot."

They watched the waterfall while sun set. A magic moment.

There are other things to worry about and Jeb needed to reassure Saiwa before he breaks the upsetting news to him.

Jeb told Saiwa about Vlad and the Bond... Poor Saiwa.

Saiwa: "What are we supposed to do now? We can't keep this a secret! And if we tell them, we're screwed! This is our - no... This is my last chance! My last chance to keep us together!"

Jeb: "No. This is not your's alone. I talked to the others. We are going to do things different from now on. Call Noxee and ask her for advice. She and Greg are doing their thing in Moonwoodd Mill too. There must be a way to handle this and stay together." And so Saiwa called Noxee and told her about their dilemma.

Noxee: "Oh my Baby! I'm so glad you called me! Look. It's not about reporting back to Francine or the others. Or them giving you orders. Or us monitoring you. We all have our own battles to fight..." Greg: "Aaaarggh! ...Aaargh!...Aaaargghh!" Saiwa: "Uhm what's going on? Are you...?" Noxee: "Haha no! We're in the gym! Greg is working out. And looks gorgeous btw... Uhm... where were we? Ah! Look, Baby. We can't watch every step of yours and we won't tell you what to do. You need to find a way to be a team. A functional, independent sub unit. That's all. You're still young and you already have more to carry than many of us. But that's how you grow, hm?"

Saiwa: "But what if I fail?" Noxee: "I'm sure if they all stand behind you and work together - and avoid such stupid secret single actions(!), you won't fail. You already mastered harder tasks. It's just essential that we can trust you - and you need to trust each other. Just be reliable. Don't worry and good luck! Bye!"

Saiwa: "Noxee?"

Noxee and Greg are having their own little fight now ;) It seems to turn them on watching each other work out ^^'

Jeb: "We will make it - together, hm?" Saiwa: "I love you."

(On their way back Saiwa is wondering who the leader of the Grexee sub unit might be...)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

#the expedition #simlit #ts4 story #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #ts4 #giga byte #saiwa #jeb harris #underwater love #selvadorada

[streaminn]

A few months pass, Enid has been released from her time in the JPD.

She gets confronted and her mind is messy, since I'm on phone Idk how to edit in the line break so beware for gore!

Or also known, wtf is up with Enid's head

Sharp claws caught Enid, grasping at her and pulling her into nothing… but Enid had to keep moving.

"I really am okay!" Enid laughs before shrugging. "I'm not saying I was okay but who wouldn't be if they went through what I did?"

The shock of Enid pulling her leg out of its socket was too much for Enid, and she kept moving.

"Shifting in such stressful conditions must’ve done something, especially since it would be considered your second time," Divina cautiously mentions. "I don’t want this to come off as me thinking you’re lying…"

Slumped onto Enid’s back, Enid dug onto Enid’s neck with her teeth, and she kept moving.

"-But even if you're okay, will that still continue?"

Enid brought the hilt back before slamming it into Enid's skull with a sickening crunch. Enid kept slamming and slamming until all that was left was a mashed pile. Then, she keeps moving.

"I feel like you’re trying to say something," Enid teased. "But I'm okay, a few screws loose but I'm sane!-" she hears sharp sardonic laughter, jeering and cold. She switches up her words immediately. "Clinically! Doc said so and everything."

With each pierce of a blade, Enid screams. Left to wheeze and bleed out on the floor, Enid dies and then she keeps moving.

Divina lets out a breath. "... I'm not really sure if that's reassuring, if I'm being honest."

Piece by piece, Enid tore Enid apart, laughing as the walls dripped with the remains of her soon to be dead body. When she was satisfied with her work, Enid left Enid on the ground to die, because she needed to keep moving.

"I have the occasional dream but what can you do?" calling them dreams feels wrong but it's the best description for people who couldn’t understand. "Sometimes it feels like they’re trying to give a sign," she hints and it is! It's not its fault that violence was the only way it knew how to talk and the only reply it knew how to give.

Enid hated it months before, but now?

She’s accepted it.

It's in the ground that Enid fought the best fight of her life. It wasn't enough, and so she left Enid’s corpse smeared across the floor as she kept moving.

It's in that cell, months left with practically all the time in word did they come with an understanding. It inched closer and closer until it practically curled up onto her as the days went by. How could she not experience kinship? 

It could be seen as twisted but Enid has long since accepted the warmth of a being similar. Sure she wasn't drowning in the stain of sin but she definitely dips her toes between the lines. 

It was nice to be hugged once again even if it wasn't from Wednesday. 

Enid strapped Enid in a silver cage of sins and grudges, but even that wasn't enough to keep her from moving.

"... Enid." 

The werewolf let out a breath. Looking at her like that wasn't fair.

Even when her blood, flesh, tendons and bones were as much a part of the walls as her captors were, Enid kept moving.

"They hurt me and my body still remembers it like it was yesterday sometimes but-" Enid shakes her head, her fingers curling into a fist. "but… pain fades."

The holy metal burned and blinded until there was nothing of Enid left, and even then, Enid kept moving.

"...okay, if you're sure. But don't forget that you can seek us out, Enid."

Suffering and suffocating in slick flesh and blood; Enid dragged along her broken body with her declawed fingers, back to the place she was meant to be. No matter how agonising it was, no matter how it threatened to drive her insane, Enid kept moving.

It was just pain. It wasn't anything new.

And when she reached her destination, then, and only then, did Enid stop moving.

If they were fine, then so was she.

-

It did not, could not understand.

Its goal was done.

They had risen from its slumber and done its duty. it had achieved its mission, and yet-

"There's more to life than this, outside of this empty walls. "

And yet they dreamed through her eyes.

It dreamed of a warm, vast sky of a colour it had never learned the name for, and of a peace that was not death.

It dreamed the strange dreams she shared and cherished every single one.

#streamer enid au #enid sinclair #Writing

[tree0frog]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Doctor Who matchup? (both classic and new are okay!)

I'm non-binary (born female) and pansexual, 5'7" with short, dyed black/blue hair. I'm covered in tattoos and have a lip ring, and my usual style is very much "nerdy goth grunge" (cuffed jogger jeans, slightly loose tank tops, plaid button-ups and baggy hoodies with choker necklaces).

I'm casually competitive in athletics and gaming, and very much into the arts- mostly singing, music, and writing. I've been told I'm very charming and intelligent and can be a bit intimidating but I'm honestly just a big dork with a heart of gold, despite my sometimes dark and dry sense of humor. I can be very snarky and witty but always try to be positive and give anyone a chance- provided they don't screw it up- if they wrong me, they're cut off for good. I can be a tad unpredictable with chaotic energy and am a bit of an adrenaline junkie who loves the thrill of adventure, but I also get bouts of anxiety and low self-esteem and need occasional reassurance to know that I'm not a burden and that I'm important or appreciated.

(Apologies if this is long, thank you so much!) ❤️

Hi sorry this took so long

I pair you with the 8th doctor

I think here is were the doctors gose from the old grumpy one to the one we all know and love today.

He would defo be the best person to help came down if you ever had a panic attack or you were felling low about yourself

He would have none of that !! You hear me not of it 👏👏👏

The doctor things your amazing and you better believe it

He also would get you new jewellery from all over the place as small gift for when he comes to visit.

Would defo be the type of person who is all.

“If I get it right you need to kiss me love” if you were trying to teach him how to play an instrument.

If you have any black and white tattoos be prepared cos he will full them with colour.

I can see the two of you writing sappy love letters to each other that the doctor is still finding years after you leave him.

#fanfic #x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #tardis #drwho #8th doctor x reader #8th doctor #eighth doctor #dr who x reader #match up

[toomanybandstocare]

{Bad Food Day}

Program: Sometimes your brain makes day to day life more difficult than it needs to be. Steve is more than willing to slow down when your head is in a haze and lend you a helping hand. So if you need a hug, words of encouragement, or someone to remind you that you are deserving of a meal, Steve has you covered.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Headcannon

Warnings: Struggle with food, Pet name (love, darling), Loving threat, Mention of therapy and med help (not detailed), Not proofed

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Note: I had a rough food day, and I feel like Steve would know what to do without me asking.

there are just days where your brain doesn't coordinate with your body, making it all the more strenuous. some days, intrusive thoughts convince you that you don't deserve a basic necessity. other days, food just doesn't sound appealing.

days like these just feel like walking through fog. you can vaguely get through it but there's a thick feeling lingering on you.

days like these, you hope align with a day off from work, so you can just focus on taking care of yourself.

regardless of the day's severity, you don't have to rely on just yourself anymore.

steve harrington supports your dreams and life achievements every art show, battle of the bands, sporting event, or debate competition. but he also reminds you of your worth and value when your brain clouds your reality.

when you first start dating, steve has an odd feeling to date nights.

don't get him wrong. steve is ecstatic you agreed to go out with him. but every time he calls to plan your next date, something stung the back of his mind after every phonecall.

it seemed like you were holding back your thoughts about date night choices and restaurant picks.

so on your fourth date, steve sets his mind on clearing the air of any concerns. he is so enamored by you, that he does not want to screw anything up and make you uncomfortable. so time to communicate.

after getting coffee at your favorite spot, steve takes you on a drive to enjoy the cool autumn day at the flower meadow. a flannel blanket covers the ground as the two of you lounge and chat. just enjoying the day with each other's company.

slight nerves make his voices soft, "so i wanted to ask you something. promise it's nothing bad, alright? i'm very happy with you and excited to be with you." steve reassures your slightly panicked expression. so when you slowly nod your head, eyebrows creased, he continues "i have loved each of our dates. i love spending time with you, but i wanted to check in with how you feel. whenever we call to plan our next date, it feels like you're not saying something, or the complete truth."

steve's wide brown eyes look at you in concern as you fiddle with your paper cup, but he waits patiently for your response. "i, uh, don't really feel comfortable sharing the whole story, but i struggle with food. like it just makes me anxious some days and especially when i go out to eat with people i don't really know," you peer over at him. the sight of steve's slightly wounded broken expression rushes you to continue, "i have so enjoyed each of our dates. it's nothing to do with you, steve. i promise. food is just complicated for me, so meals and snacks can be difficult for me."

steve takes your words to heart and looks at you in complete thought. he puts his cups on the ground and carefully pulls you into his arms and rubs your back. his voice very tender, "thank you for sharing even that much with me. please, let me know if i can help. but for the mean time, let's come up with new places to go out on dates. hm? how about the museum next?"

he doesn't quite understand just how much his understanding, even without the full details, means to you. steve doesn't quite understand what you're going through, but he's determined to love you every way you deserve.

through the course of your relationship, steve begins to be able to tune into your needs and can pick up when bad food days happen.

at first, steve doesn't know how to support you. so he watches how you handle the day and what you communicate you need.

steve keeps a small notebook on hand to write down foods he sees you not hesitate around on these days.

so he keeps a cabinet in his kitchen and a small bag in his trunk filled with your safety foods.

eventually he begins to coax and remind you eat meals or drink water through these days. but not overtly. "hey, i made a lil bowl of fruit. would you like some?" brings you a glass of water as well when he gets up to grab one for himself. "i made us buttered toast for breakfast, love. could you grab some glasses while i plate up?"

as your relationship progresses and you trust him more, you may share if anything caused you to feel this way, but if you don't steve respects that. he doesn't pry because he can't imagine how hard it is to manuever life with this.

later on though, oh my god. steve is fully capable of lovingly threaten you into eating if that's what it takes. "you're hurting the love of my life." "if you do not eat something with me, i will take away that book you're reading."

because from his time watching how you act on these days, steve is aware of how you distract yourself from eating.

he also treats you with the utmost care on these days. soft words. gentle touches. he just knows what you need.

puts his hand on your waist when you just stand in the kitchen with a confused look on your face. "what're the thoughts for today, darling" "not too sure. banana comes to mind" "how about we make banana bread?" "can i just watch?" "anything you want"

if you end up deciding therapy or medical help is the best course of support for you, steve will not hesitate to bring a book and snack pack for himself as he waits in the parking lot after driving you. "how was it? not too scary?" "i don't know if this doc is the right on for me" "how about we go to the front desk and see if there are other's accepting patients. in the mean time, keep your appointment in case you can't switch right away, alright?"

end of the day, steve knows just what you need to help you get through this and is willing to help you any way he can.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington headcannon #steve harrington headcannons #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington oneshots #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcannon #stranger things headcannons #stranger things oneshot #stranger things oneshots #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x male reader #camp halfwit bulletin post #counselor mythos post #reader insert

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i'm out there asking people the same question, so, here it is: which hedgehog (or any other main cast mobian) would slay on the karaoke? you can rank them if you want to~

I LOVE THIS QUESTION ACTUALLY

Okay, so, starting with Shadow, he used to sing with Maria back on the ark (headcanon)- Giving him a pretty good knowledge of a few old songs (from around the 50's), since that was one of the few things they could do on the ark. Whenever one of those comes on, although they practically never do, Shadow can recite the entire thing from memory alone- he's fantastic when it comes to singing those, although he doesn't usually want to sing; he'll only do it begrudgingly. Also, if we're going for what I find a few people hc as Shadow's favourite music, he might have an interest in metal/heavy metal after finding Omega listening to it? He's pretty great at singing metal in general, although it's kind of scary when he's singing it. Most of the 50's songs he remembers are pretty calming, and he's a great singer when it comes to them; he sings softly, and it's surprisingly calming, although everyone barely ever gets to hear him sing.

Then, Sonic; he's just there to have fun. He's confident, decent at singing- even though he's definitely not the best at it, he's atleast average, if not slightly above, he loves singing and enjoys karaoke with his friends; unlike Shadow, you don't need to convince him to sing. Sonic genuinely enjoys singing, and isn't afraid of screwing up.

Silver!!!! I love Silver so much you have no idea, he's nervous and kinda embarrassed to sing at first, maybe Blaze has to convince him and help boost his confidence before he starts singing, the Chaotix would probably cheer him on- Espio wouldn't be that loud when cheering, and might not even cheer at all, but he would help Silver gain confidence and reassure him that he's good at singing. Anyway, sorry for rambling abt Espilver lmao, moving back to Silver's singing skills, he's actually fantastic at it! He stutters sometimes, his voice might get too high now and then; but he's great at it! Once he's confident enough, he has genuine fun, even to the point of doing tricks with his psychokinesis (flying in the air w/the microphone, just flying around basically bc he's so happy lmao). He was just scared of messing up at first, but got over it with the help of some friends!

AMY!!!! Okay, Amy is definitely good at karaoke- She loves singing, and, like Sonic, isn't afraid to sing; she doesn't need convincing to do karaoke either, but what's surprising to most is that she is amazing at singing loud, usually violent songs- But yeah, she just enjoys karaoke and normally invites everyone to it.

thanks for the ask, this was super fun to answer!!!!!!!!!

#silver the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #amy rose the hedgehog #sth #sonic #silver sth #shadow sth #shth #ty for the ask!!!! :D #espio the chameleon #espilver #team chaotix

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Second Chances WIP

This is a bit of the new long-fic I'm working on for Cleon. Meet-cute fluff before shit gets weird and angsty. An AU without zombies, nothing goes wrong that night they both first go to Raccoon City, they meet and fall in love like regular people.

Rating/tags: General, fluff, first kiss

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“Why didn’t you bring your bike?” He asks, with clear disapproval on the word bike.

“It’s healthy to walk,” she laughs, “besides, gas is going up and I am just a college student. Sometimes I wait tables with my roommate at her job when they’re busy but it doesn’t pay all that great.” 

“In that case,” he hesitates, “Can I walk you home?”

“Sure, it’s the opposite way from your place though.”

“I don’t mind. It’s healthy to walk.” He shares her smile and it looks good on him.

With a speed that only southern summer rain can, the clouds gather and they have to accept that they’re about to get soaked. Debating on making a run for it, Claire laughs, opening up her arms, “well, regretting your offer now?”

Leon’s expression seems for all the world like a plane could drop down to the ground next to him and he wouldn’t notice, the way he’s looking at her, she could be the only person on the planet and it makes her breath catch in her chest. Then the first droplets of rain hit him and he blinks, shaking his head with a grin and Claire gleefully notes how red his face gets as he scratches the back of his neck. 

“No, I don’t mind a little rain.” 

A little turns into quite a lot actually and they’re both near soaked by the time Chris’ house is in sight. “Oh, Chris is home.” Claire notes curiously, “the search and rescue must have gone well.”

Leon walks her up the steps, making sure she gets in alright and he’s got such good manners it makes her smile, if her mom could have met him, yeesh- she’d be planning their wedding already. 

“How… how do you seem so familiar?” Leon asks suddenly, an easy smile giving way to something more intense, shaking his head. “It’s like every time I see you I feel like I’m remembering you more and more.”

Claire feels it too, like she’s been looking to get him to laugh a particular way, predicting his expressions seconds before they cross his face. 

He looks uncomfortable, “Sorry, that was such a corny thing to say.”

“No, me too.” She reassures, “like we used to be friends or something. But I’m pretty sure I’d remember you.” Leon cracks a smile when she winks at him again.

“I was going to do this earlier before you asked me out,” he turns bright red but she shushes him, “here. My number. I have a roommate, so if someone else answers don’t freak out.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly, stowing the napkin she’d stolen when he wasn’t looking safely into his wallet. He leans forward and she’s holding her breath, trying not to lean in as well to get closer-

He shakes his head once, light hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at her with the perfect delicious blend of sweet shyness and wanting. She wants to eat him alive. Losing his nerve he smiles ruefully and takes a step back down the narrow staircase.

“Goodnight, Claire.” And she can’t help but feel disappointment even though it doesn’t feel like he’s trying to run from her. She waves, watching him go, deciding whether or not to call out to him before he stops halfway down the steps, shoulders tense. She thinks she might hear him say something like “Screw it” as he turns and bounds up the steps back to her. 

Startled, she laughs- nervous, happy giggles bubbling up as he holds her face gently in his hands and looks at her so seriously, “Claire, can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.”

For all his shyness and how unsure he seemed- Hell. She doesn’t give a damn about the rain, or her brother just behind the door she’s now leaning on, needing something to hold her up; this boy is something else. She should feel trapped with her back pressed to the wooden frame, with his hands still cradling her face but his lips on hers are soft and gentle. His thin shirt is twisted into her fingers as she pulls him closer and he doesn’t resist, letting her crush them closer together. Unable to help herself, Claire smiles, laughing when he pulls away, resting his forehead on hers.

“What?” He whispers and Claire closes her eyes to try and cement the memory of his hand sliding through her hair and pulling free the elastic, the way whatever detergent he uses mixes with the smell of rain.

Opening her eyes she realizes Leon is hesitating, worried, “Nothing, just glad you did that.” Claire catches him by surprise before he can answer, rocking up onto her toes and he wraps his arms around her to pull her close, gasping into her mouth-

Warm air rushes suddenly against her back and she loses her balance, held up now only by Leon’s arms. He immediately sets her down and steps back, clearing his throat as Chris glares exasperated from the now open doorway. Chris shakes his head, mouth in a taut line,

“Jesus Christ, really?” 

#my writing #cleon #resident evil #claire/leon #claire redfield #leon s kennedy #claire redfield/leon s kennedy