Heeeyyyyy🎀
I have an idea👀
Matt x reader where she’s really scared of dogs and they go over to a mutual friends house and they have a dog (That reader somehow didn’t know about🤷🏽♀️😭) and Matt eases her into not being afraid anymore.
Puppy Love
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*
Summary: Above!!
Pairing: Matt x feminine reader (with surprise guests Jake and Johnnie :3)
Warnings: Fear of dogs, Jake being an oblivious little shit
Word Count: 872
A/N: Thank you for the request! Let me know if you guys would ever want more crossover type fics like this! Especially after this past weekend (if you know, you know) :)
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*
If there was one thing that you feared more than anything else, it was dogs. You knew it was irrational, but you’d had the fear since you were a small child, having been pushed over by a large dog at the park. For this reason, you and Matt had a little gray tabby kitten that you both considered your “child”.
That didn’t mean other people didn’t have dogs, though. You usually tried to nonchalantly ask about people’s pets, terrified of either a) being judged or b) being shocked by a large animal you were unaware of. Matt knew about your fear, and thus, usually made sure the friends you hung out with were dog free or the pets were out of the house before you went over.
Everyone was bound to make mistakes, though, and this was what happened on this particular day. You and Matt had agreed to go over to Jake and Johnnie’s house to film a teams video, in which you and your boyfriend would go against Jake and Johnnie in a gingerbread house building contest. You were quite excited for the day as Matt turned the car into the driveway of their LA house, humming along softly to a Dominic Fike song on the radio.
“I’m excited,” You giggled as you both exited the car, walking towards the front door. The excitement didn’t last long, however, because you soon heard a bark from inside the house that caused you to stop in your tracks. You dropped Matt’s hand, looking up at him as your face paled. “Do they…have a dog?”
Matt’s face dropped as he looked at you, worry creasing his eyes. “Shit, baby. I forgot. I’m so sorry, honey. Let me text Jake and ask him if he can maybe put him in the backyard.”
But before Matt could send the message, Jake opened the door, smiling widely. “Hey guys!”
Behind him, was a large, white and black pitbull. The dog didn’t move, opting to sit by Jake’s feet, but he continued to bark like there was no tomorrow. You practically clung to Matt’s side, fear coursing through your body. He didn’t look aggressive, but his bark sure sounded like it. Johnnie appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Jake and the dog, surveying the situation.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
Jake had been oblivious to your and Matt’s silence, but Johnnie was much more observant. He took one look at your fearful face and the way your nails were digging into Matt’s bicep while he gently rubbed your back. You looked up as Matt shifted, an anxious look on his face.
“Y/N isn’t…crazy about dogs.” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to embarrass you.
“Shredder’s chill, dude.” Jake chuckled, opening the door wider so you two could step in.
“The dog’s name is Shredder?”
If you weren’t anxious before, you definitely were now. The dog was huge and muscular, with a name that made him sound even more malicious. Even though he hadn’t moved, simply wagging his tail against the floor as Johnnie pet him, you were still frozen with fear. Matt gently rubbed your side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before holding his hand out for the dog to sniff.
“Hey, sweet boy.” Matt smiled, ever the animal lover.
The dog whined happily, straining against Johnnie’s hold on his spiked collar.
“He’s not aggressive,” Johnnie smiled at you kindly. “He doesn’t jump either. He mostly just likes to be pet.”
“Dude’s a lazy ass bitch.” Jake snorted as you and Matt finally stepped inside the house, closing the door behind you.
Johnnie rolled his eyes, but allowed Matt to continue petting the dog. “Says you.”
Matt ignored the boy’s banter, keeping a watchful eye on you. He didn’t want you to be scared, so he was hoping maybe him showing you how sweet the pup was would ease your fear. “Do you wanna pet him?” he asked you softly.
You nodded timidly, eyes wide with fear. “I’ll, um, try…I guess.” You whispered.
You softly put your hand out, allowing Shredder to sniff you and all your scents. To your surprise, he didn’t try to lunge for you the way he had Matt. He just butted his head against your hand, a happy grunt escaping his mouth as his tongue flopped out to the other side. You smiled, looking to Matt for confirmation.
Your boyfriend smiled, happy to see you conquering fears. “I think he likes you.”
Johnnie eased his hold on the dog’s collar, nodding to Jake as Shredder trotted over to your side. rather than be overly wild, the pup simply rubbed against your legs, panting happily. Matt smiled, holding your hand, just to make sure you weren’t any more anxious than you had to be.
“I love him.” You giggled after a moment.
Sure, you had been scared at first, but Matt never failed to calm your fears. You knew he would never allow you to get hurt and that he would always protect you, and for that, you were forever grateful.
tags ♡: @aemrsy @jake-and-johnnies-slut @mattsfavwh3re @suyqa @chrissturnswife @mimi-luvzyu @mayhem-72 @faygo-frog @oobleoob @idek3000hi @runasvengence @sunsetsturniolos @strnlvr @stingerayyy2
note ♡: if you'd like to be added to my taglist, click here <3
366 notes
·
View notes
HI! Can I request Vox, husk or anyone else with a s/o who has an addiction problem?
Yes I know my Grammar and punctuation is out of line 🙏🏽
Hazbin Hotel x Addict!Reader
(Vox, Husk, and Angel Dust)
Viewer Discretion is Advised!
Warning: Drug/Alcohol Abuse, Gn!Reader, Reader being defensive, happy-ish endings.
Request Box: Open
Word count: 1170
A/n: Hi! Thank you for the request! This is my first time writing both Vox and Husk so I had to do some research (and by research, I mean reading 2+ hours of how other write them) to get an idea of their main characterization.
I really enjoyed writing this as I personally have my own experiences with addicts and how it’s affected me as a person. So this was also a little bit of a vent post if anything. I also added Angel cause I think it fits the theme but also he’s one of my comfort characters and writing for him made me happy.
Hope you enjoy <3
Proofread like once so sorry for any mistakes!

Vox
He’s used to being friends/knowing addicts. I mean one of his closest allies (And TOTES not previous hook-up buddy) Valentino, is also an addict who also employs many as well. So he’s not a stranger to it.
So mostly he’s indifferent to it, almsot desensitized to it. He doesn’t really see a danger to it, I mean we’re in hell and you can’t exactly OD and die
But of course, death isn’t the only thing that can happen when you're an addict. The breakdown of you as a person often happens, as well as you being reckless with money. And this is where Vox starts to have a problem.
If you’re in a relationship with Vox, then clearly you mean a lot to him, he may not be the most expressive about it but he does. So to see the partner that he has opened up to and grown attached to deteriorate slowly in front of him is something he refuses to accept.
So one day he cancels a meeting with his staff and calls you to his office so you two will be alone. When you get there he gives you a cup of coffee and you catch up a bit. How was your day? Have you ate yet? Those kinds of things.
Until finally he decides to just break open the floodgates with one simple statement.
“Darling… I think you should get clean”
You were caught off guard at first
“It’s fine, What’s the problem? we’re in hell”
He then comes out with his honest opinion
“*Sigh* I know it’s hell and you can’t die… but surely you can see how it would make me a bit… worried for you.”
He paused
“I mean even last week you spent all the allowance I gave you on it and you would have starved if I didn’t buy you food, surely you can see why it’s a fucking problem!”
Eventually after talking and depending on how it goes you either agree to go clean or it ends with an argument and he’ll just try again later.
If you agree, he’ll make sure he’s with you ever step of your sobriety. Considering he’s one of the top rising Overlords and owns VoxTech he’s got money so He’ll higher the best people to help you go clean(Do therapist exist in hell?)
“Thank you dear, you have no idea how much this means to me”
Husk
Similar to Vox in a lot of ways but also really different. He himself is an addict with alcohol so he clearly understands the struggles of it.
He has lots of walls up but for someone who “lost the ability to love” he sure does care a lot for you. I don’t think he would try a get you to go clean, at least not right away (or even at the beginning of the relationship) simply cause he thinks he doesn’t have a right to judge. So in all honesty he might just let you be.
That is until he realizes that you do it to forget things and ignore your problems/past. He knew first hand that drowning your sorrows away with your choice of addictive vice did nothing but harm you.
Then when you two are alone at his bar he’ll talk to you about it in a similar way he did with Angel. Perhaps a bit more softer than he did with Angel but even then “softer” is a bit of an overstatement.
“Look, I know you got a lot of shit that you don’t want to think about… but doing this *sigh* it’s not going to work, at least not in the long term.”
“That’s rich coming from you.”
He laughs. I mean, you were right. He was single handedly the worst person to be judging you. But surely you can understand his point of view, right?
Either way though, he leaves it alone again. Occasionally bringing it up when you’re both alone. He expresses the same sentiment about it each time hoping that eventually, hopefully…you’ll come to see from his perspective.
When you do finally see that he’s worried for you and understand why, you agree to go clean. Which, for once in a long while, made his supposedly cold dead heart melt.
“Glad you finally came to your senses… Seriously, I’m glad…”
Angel
He is THE addict of the show, so obviously he knows what you are going through and THEN some. Now,. Here’s the thing, how he handles it depends HEAVILY on when exactly you got with him/when you started having you addiction problem.
If you started dating him when you already were an addict he most definitely wouldn’t question anything about it. Hell, chances are you both might have taken part in it together. And it’s only when he starts making progress in the hotel (post EP4) is when he starts realizing how bad of an influence you both were on each other.
If you started sometime AFTER you both started dating then this boy would honestly feel terrible about it, ESPECIALLY after EP4 when he actually started being sober more often. He’d feel like he was a bad influence on you and that it was his fault you turned to your addiction.
Either way though, he will eventually realize that he doesn’t want you to be/continue to be on the same path he was. He’d talk to Charlie about arranging you to stay in the hotel, either in your own room or you guys could share one (he would honestly prefer the latter) and then after the preparations are made he would finally ask you too
Angel wasn’t expecting it to be easy, he gets what it’s like to suddenly be asked to go clean. And he knows how addicts act when they don’t get there vices, how he acts. So he mentally prepared himself for the worst first before asking you to come over and talk.
“Uh… Y/n can I talk to you about somethin’?”
You nod your head
“I’ve been thinking and… I think you should crash here at the hotel with me… and’ go clean.”
You only laugh “Angie I’m glad this hotel thing is workin’ for ya but that’s not really my style. No- I mean, I’m fine!”
Angel knows he put you on the spot, so he lightens off a bit but continues pressing on. He explains how he feels and how he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you, to end up where he is. The poor boy starts crying honestly with how much he’s worried. He rarely opens up to people so this was a big step for him.
Seeing how much he cared and worried about you really put into perspective how important this was to him. So you agreed after some thinking.
“*sniff* thank you Baby, I’ll be there with you every step of the way… I love ya’ you know.”
406 notes
·
View notes
I’ve seen various different posts on the website formerly known as Twitter and this one right here, discussing Gale’s behavior in romance as obsessive, possessive, and possibly codependent. And while I support everyone having their own interpretations and opinions, I do disagree, so I want to talk about it!
First— it’s so important to acknowledge that Gale is strictly monogamous. He is not someone who is comfortable with a partner having other partners. This is fine, and not inherently indicative of any unhealthy attachment styles. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’Zel are also monogamous in a relationship.
Gale does struggle with some insecurity that at times bleeds it’s way into his romantic relationship, but isn’t a product of the relationship itself. His biggest insecurity is feeling like he isn’t enough (in general, not just for a romantic partner). Mystra had a way of making him feel like nothing he did was ever enough, he always needed to do more, to be more, and when he tried, when he made mistakes, she abandoned him.
Those are wounds that do not heal quickly, and so he needs quite a bit of reassurance from both friend and lover PCs that he’s fine just the way he is and that he doesn’t have to try so hard or pretend to be fine when he’s not.
He’s lonely. Due to his condition, Gale, who is an incredibly social person, had to hermit himself away from his friends and colleagues for over a year. Mystra was no longer interacting with him, and he was afraid to be around his mother because he didn’t want her to worry. His only company was Tara, and as much as he loves her, shes not a replacement for human or humanoid connection. Usually with folks who struggle with codependency and insecure attachment, there are long patterns of each of those things in all of their other relationships, but Gale seems to have had pretty healthy relationships, the Mystra situation being the exception, not the rule.
It excites him when he gets to travel with a group, have friends. It’s even more exciting to him when he finds someone who makes him forget the hurt Mystra has caused. Yet he still has to withdraw from even that because he does not want to put their life in danger. It is not until act 2 after Elminster has cast the incantation to calm the orb that Gale feels comfortable enough to give in to his feelings. And yeah! He comes in strong because he’s been holding it in. He’s been pining away, sad that he can’t let himself so much as kiss Tav or else he quite literally explode.
When you talk to Gale after his romance scene in act 2, you’re able to confront him about his feelings for Mystra, and he is very direct, stating that he does still have complicated feelings for her. Which makes SENSE. The game and Gale himself try to minimize Mystra as just his ex, but she is more than that. She is his groomer and abuser. Gale is traumatized, and it will likely take him the rest of his life to get over that. It’s not something that more time alone is going to heal. He needs a support system to help him. He needs his mom, his friends, and maybe even his new partner.
You can also ask him if he meant it when he said he loved you, and his answer is “I am many things to many people, but I am never one to throw the l-word around lightly.” He didn’t just say it on a whim. He thought about it, probably extensively. Judging from the dialogue we get, he’s aware that he is rushing to say it, and admits that it’s because he’s scared that he’s going to literally die tomorrow. It’s not a love bomb. It’s an “I need you to know this, just in case something happens to me.”
Once he doesn’t die in act 2, he simmers down. He becomes more concerned with curing his condition, he faces Mystra, he accepts that he doesn’t need to have godly power to be worthy of love and respect.
At the end of the game, he asks you if you’ll come back to Waterdeep with him, which is his way of proposing more or less, but its more that he wants to be home and he wants the person who has become so important to him to come with him, to meet his mom, to see his hometown. He wants them to want that too.
He’s a grown man, mid to late 30s, not a naive young person. He knows what he wants. He’s thought about it, extensively.
In my opinion, there’s nothing possessive, obsessive, codependent, or unhealthy about any of that.
532 notes
·
View notes
Allspice (c.b oneshot)
♡ O.S Inspo: Forever & Always - Fearless (TV) ; "Was I out of line, did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide like a scared little boy?"
♡ Pairing : CarmyxAFAB Reader as little physical description possible | She/Her pronouns used, NO use of Y/N :)
♡ Summary: You have a very successful Culinary Review blog, the social media manager of one of your new hometown restaurants 'The Bear' has been dying to get you out to try their food. But since the EC is a bit of an overzealous competitor, you end up having to go back for round 2- you end up having a delicious dinner, and a free show.
♡ W/C: 4,381
♡ Posted Date: 03/18/24
♡ A/N: FIRST THING: I am HORRIDDDD at writing Claire- I'm much better at writing Carmy cause were alot more similar- so this Claire isn't gonna be CRAZY canon, but I think she got the job done. Anyway- EEEEEP!!! Here is my VERY FIRST ONE SHOT EVER!! Inspired by my amazing, wonderful, PRECIOUS FLOWER @daysofyellowroses that can be found here :) AAAAA!!! My precious Rose I hope you enjoy this, It could ABSOLUTELY have a part 2 if y'all like it. I ended it here cause I'm sooo wordy and I didn't want it to turn in to a multi-chap. fic by mistake...but ofc if y'all want more just tell me and ill get RIGHT TO WORK!!! I really hope this comes off how I saw it in my head. There's no smut/sexy stuff, just mutual pining and flirty teasing, I hope thats ok!! aaa here we goooo!!! Enjoy <3
♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Drinking alcohol (Literally it LOL)
➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡
Being a Food Critic wasn’t an easy gig, as much as people wanted to believe it’s simply going to famous restaurants, trying their most popular dishes- and giving your opinion, it was much more then that.
Each and every aspect of the restaurant was under your review, from the second you walked in the door, you were judging everything. From the atmosphere, to the music, to the decor, to the comfortability of the furniture all of it, was to meet your expectations if the owner of the establishment wanted a good review.
Today was finally the day you'd review one of the restaurants that had sent 3 requests for you to feature a review of them on your blog.
The Bear. Interesting name, you thought.
With the rugged name- you’d assumed a more millennial hipster-New American vibe. But when you’d arrived- you were quite…impressed? That instead of leaning into that all too common aesthetic, it was more of a classy, comfortable vibe.
They’d not even had bear art, anything of the sort. It was pure comfort, mixed with subtle class. The kind that spoke to the cost of the dishes- but wasn’t in your face obnoxious. The only ‘Bear’ was the little golden bear embossed into the leather menu you’d been handed when seated at the table.
The way you did your reviews was…a tad unusual - some chefs in the industry called it ‘unfair’ but you called it…the fairest things could be. Instead of telling them when you’d be swinging by for a review since where’s the fun in that you’d call, make a reservation under some random name, and they’d know you’d accepted their offer when the review had been posted on your blog.
It felt most honest and fair because you were one of the most renowned food critics in the country right now. If they knew you were coming- any EC with a brain would spend the night before your arrival, prepping the entire restaurant and staff - assuring they’d be on their best behavior to try and squeeze a higher grade out of you.
But you were just a reader once upon a time, years ago- when you realized in culinary school that the making of the art didn’t interest you, it was the observing. Food wasn’t just about taste, but rather the whole experience. And if every famous food critic you’d taken interest in back in the day- never got a true experience due to their notability? You’d never have gotten into this field. So, you were most keen on keeping things fair.
A woman with mousey brown hair comes up to your table, dressed in the typical waitress slacks and black button up shirt. “Hello! Welcome to The Bear. My name is Sam, have you dined with us before?” she asks.
You sit up in your chair, peeling your eyes from the menu. You give her a small kind smile “I haven’t” you replied, urging her to continue her script.
“Well welcome in, we're so happy you chose to spend your evening with us. So for our menu” she opens it in front of you. “Here” she points “are our wine options, fabulous selection this month. Then we have draft beers right next to it. On the following page” she points “all of our craft cocktails, then this,” she points in the bottom corner.
“Our house cocktail - Just called The Bear. It’s wonderful, if you like old fashions you’ll love this - made with Bearface Triple Oak Whiskey.” She said and you nod.
“That please. That’s what I’ll start with” you said and she nodded.
“I’ll get that right in. But quickly, just so you’re aware” she flipped the page and pointed.
“These - are the dishes of the month. Each crafted by one of our two head chefs, they change monthly so if something calls to you I recommend you try- because it won’t be back” she said. You raised your eyebrows a bit in surprise and nod.
“Thank you” you said and she gives a nod before heading off to the bar to put in your drink order before heading off to tend to other tables in your section.
Having an alternating menu intrigued you, for such a high end establishment- one with a Michelin star at that- implementing such a menu would consistently have their star at risk. One dish, one app, one drink- that was not up to par and it would be revoked. You guessed the owners of this place liked living on the edge, as if being in this industry wasn’t already being constantly on edge.
You gaze over the menu, the Chilean Seabass sounded like a fair assessment. Seafood was quite difficult to get right, especially in the springtime before peak season, and you’d be able to judge the consistency of the chopping and such because there was a fresh tomato corn salad that came with it. That was your rule when you came to judge restaurants, one main course, and one dessert.
You’d felt like the main courses were the true stars of the show anyhow, and it would be unfair to muck up your palate with an app that was usually something easy to get right (since they were usually fried, covered in cheese, or some kind of carb). And the dessert usually showed the restaurant's creativity, which you loved to see, so 2 dishes was your max.
The waitress returns with the cocktail, setting it down with a napkin under it. “Here you are, now- have you decided on a starter?” She questioned and you shook your head.
“Straight to the good stuff, I’d like the Chilean Sea Bass please. And for dessert,” you flick the page and your eyes settle on the words savory cannoli - hmm, imaginative indeed. “And uh- The Michael Cannoli?” You said, shutting the menu and handing it to her.
She nods with a smile, jotting down the order into her notepad before taking the menu and holding it to her chest. “That will be out soon as possible. Enjoy your drink” she said and headed back to the kitchen.
You sit back sipping the cocktail and humming. She was right, much like an old fashioned, but floral notes. Almost…chamomile? Yes! That was it. Very interesting.
You slipped your iPad out of your bag, opening up your journaling app and grabbing the pencil out of the little sleeve. You quickly snapped a picture with your phone of the drink, airdropping it to yourself and adding it into the entry and writing;
‘To start; ‘The Bear’ house cocktail- initial thoughts ; not too sweet, strong (but not overpowering), chamomile? Some kind of herbal tea flower’
You take another sip, letting the flavors sit on your tongue a moment before swallowing. “Mmm!” You hum to yourself, finally realizing where the herby taste beneath the chamomile was coming from that gave it that oaky piney taste.
‘Angostura bitters- will confirm!!’ You wrote just as someone approaches your table. You look up to see a man, short brown hair, stubble. He was smiling, holding a plate.
“Hello! Here we have Arancini with our house-made pesto, courtesy of Executive Chef Carmen” he placed the dish in front of you next to your iPad. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking up at him, scarcel confused.
“Wrong table” you murmured, thumbing the dish back in his direction lightly. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Nope- ah, he- he said this table.” He replied. It did smell fantastic, and any other day you’d never deny delicious, deep fried balls of risotto dipped in smooth, decedent pesto- but you’re working right now and it’s not fair.
“Well, you can tell him” you lifted the dish, offering it back. “I have a system. And I’m unsure how he realized that I’m coming here, tonight, but I dislike cheaters. And he should know if he’s read my blog- I don’t muck up my palate with grease before I try the main course.” The plate was so close to him now it was nearly digging into his chest.
He nodded quickly, taking the plate without another word and briskly walking back to the kitchen. You sat back in your seat with a slight scoff.
He thinks he can win you over just like that? How did he even know you would be here?
You picked up your pencil once again, adding a note.
For the chef; Arancini smelt delicious. Didn’t order it, so I didn’t taste it . Presentation wise; 7/10. Pesto looked like it was spooned in the dish a tad bit messy to me.
You smiled to yourself, you knew he’d read the final review once it was posted. And since he wanted to be a little cheater and get a overall higher score since he was trying to weasel you into trying extra dishes- you’d kick his ego down a few extra pegs for fun.
You sat, nursing your drink, adding extra little notes here and there, as well as editing a blog post about Ghost Kitchens you’d been working on and how they were ruining the mobile order industry on the side. You were so engrossed in the work, that you hadn’t even realized someone had approached your table until they cleared their throat awkwardly.
Your gaze slowly travels up, seeing a blue apron covering a white shirt, tattooed hands holding- your meal? Your eyes flicker up to his piercing blue ones. “Chilean Sea Bass” he sets it in front of you. You snort a laugh.
“Hm.” You look around before back at him “These people” you motion to the restaurant. “Other patrons. Which meals of theirs did you bring out- Chef?” You accentuate the last word, it was all too uncommon for a chef to personally bring a meal out to a table.
You swore even in the ambient lighting, his cheeks flushed slightly. “You- uh- you declined, my Arancini. Why?” He asked, holding his hands behind his back, the position making his already toned and tattooed arms appear more muscular. It makes him all the more impressive he has all these tattoos and still made it in this industry. I can only imagine the shit he got for them.
You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his boldness. “Because that’s Cheating. Mr.Berzatto. I’d assume you know my work well. Considering you know what I look like, so- why try to cheat? You know how I feel about appetizers. It’s a scapegoat.” You shrugged, locking your iPad when you realized he’d been peeking at the notes.
“Messy” his eyes narrow. He scoffs a bit, alluding to the note you’d written a short while prior “Messy?” He asks again, you laugh a bit.
“Mmhmm! Oh, was it you chef? Wow…I mean- now that I think about it” you shook your head, now just messing with him since you see how much he was dying to impress you. “I could’ve sworn- the pesto it just..was too loose. Overblended maybe? That’s why it was impossible to plate without making a mess.” You shrugged, cutting up your fish carefully and spreading the vegetables with your knife to observe the cohesivity of the cuts.
He scoffs, “too- too loose?! W-y’know what. No. No. It- you’re gonna try it.” He demands and you look up at him, nearly laughing at the seriousness of his tone.
“That depends. Bring me a pesto worth trying and I’ll think about it. Now” you wave him off casually “I can’t work with the chef over my shoulder. So- Shoo chef don’t bother me” you teased and he shook his head.
“Game on.” He muttered, heading back to the kitchen.
You smiled to yourself, the Arancini absolutely isn’t going into the review. But you’ll humor his ego by trying it.
You cut the fish thoroughly, checking the texture and the evenness of the seasonings slathered on the skin, writing little notes as you go along. The cuts of the vegetables were pristine. Nearly perfect. The only misshapen pieces were clearly cosmetic defects of the vegetable. The chef that cut these was immaculate with a knife.
When you took your first bite, you nearly moaned. The fish was buttery, the skin was crispy, slightly spicy, tangy, the flesh melted in your mouth. The risotto was so cheesy and buttery and wonderful. You could eat this meal every night for the rest of your life and never get sick of it. It was the best Sea bass you’d ever tasted.
You opened your iPad again, jotting down notes about the flavors, the mouth feel, all the usual points you hit in your review.
This meal is a 9.2 out of 10.
You write at the bottom. Very fair score, you never had rated something as a 10. Something being a 10 would be- you don’t even know what it would be. But it would be what the score says, perfection. And while this dish was wonderful, and very very good- it was not perfect. At least to your heavily trained palate.
You finished what you wanted out of the meal, pushing the plate to the side and not soon after, Carmen was back at your table. He placed the plate in front of you, 3 perfectly circular Arancini discs were placed equal distance on the plate, and truly beautiful pesto, sat in the dish alongside it. It frankly was immaculately plated.
“Unbroken pesto. Sorry again, about the last one.” He said, watching you carefully. You hum as you grab your fork, splitting one of the discs and digging out some of the risotto.
“Could be firmer.” You said, eyes flicking to his. He nods, clearing his throat a bit.
“It’s not- uh- it’s”
“Fresh” you finished for him, raising your brows and he nods. “So- since you’re frying it. You cook it for about..a minute- maybe forty seconds less than you usually would.” You said, daintily taking the bite off your fork.
“Heard..” he nodded, waiting for your reaction. You hummed a bit.
“Great balance of parm and butter though. I’ll give you that. Neither overpowers the other, that’s hard to do considering the notes” you added, cutting up the crust and tasting it.
“Mm-“ you scrunch your nose and his face visibly drops. “Mm-mm…no- not peanut oil…why would you do that? It totally overpowers the breadcrumb with this like…cheapy taste. I’d say it would be way better if you fried it in sunflower oil” you added, digging out more of the risotto and dipping it in the pesto before having a bite and humming.
“This though” you point at the little dish of green sauce with your fork. ���This is great.” You add and he nods.
“Ok-yeah…ok…” he nods, rubbing his hand over his chin. “Thank y’for trying it.” He said and you nod.
“I’ll be back for a fair assessment. I think I’ll pass on the cannoli tonight, and just get the bill. Thank you” you slipped your pencil in the case before putting your iPad in your bag and holding your hands on the table in front of you.
“Y-y’re coming back” he said, sounding slightly surprised.
You shrugged “well- you clearly want a full review based on your behavior tonight, Chef. So I’ll humor you. I won’t tell you when of course, so just pray that it’s a day like today-“ you paused, looking around. “Where things seem to be running…alright.” You sat back in your chair casually with a small smile.
“I look forward to your review.” He gave a nod and headed back to the kitchen.
It was 3 weeks before you’d decided to return back to The Bear spring had quickly turned to early summer, and you thought you’d given enough time for your little conversation with the head chef to slip his mind.
It was 9:20, 40 minutes before closing. You did promise to come back at a random time, and no time is more random then a Friday night less than an hour before the kitchen closed.
You pulled open the door, stepped in and headed up to the host stand where the same man that originally offered you the Arancini stood. “The picky critic returns.” He said, tapping his pen against the reservation book absentmindedly.
“She does” you smiled a bit.
“Well lucky f’you cousin said you get a table any time, right this way” he leads you to a booth near the back, where you had a perfect view of the restaurant. Much cozier then before, right next to the doors of the kitchen where you could hear the back of house crew buzzing about.
“Same cocktail as last time?” He asked and you raised your brows in slight surprise as you sit.
“No waitress?” You asked, getting comfortable and setting your iPad down next to the empty plate.
“She’ll be over, just figured a friendly offer couldn’t hurt” he said with a small smirk.
You roll your eyes playfully. “House cocktail please, and thank you. But don’t count on kindness boosting your hospitality score-“ you stop, realizing he never gave you his name.
“Richie” he said, sticking his hand out to shake.
“Richie.” You repeat, giving him your firm professional shake.
“House cocktail comin’ up” he said and headed back to the bar. You mulled over the menu, lemon chicken picatta, that sounded like a perfect dish to judge this time around.
A few minutes later, Richie returns, setting the glass down in front of you. “Waitress should be by momentarily, enjoy your meal” he said, heading back to the host stand.
A bit after the waitress came to take your order, the restaurant had begun to die down. You were going to be the last person served tonight it looked like, since in 5 minutes they would stop seating people.
You added additional notes to your section about the cocktail, getting a better photo of it for your blog when you hear a bit of commotion up front.
You look up, to see a woman with curled brown hair in navy blue scrubs, her hands on her hips, talking with Richie with a frustrated look. There were tears in her eyes, you couldn’t help but tune in to their conversation.
“Richie, please let me see him- he- he hasn’t said anything and I…I just need to hear him say it to my face. Please!” She begs, tears were streaming down her face now.
Richie looks around nervously, tugging her to the side so they weren’t standing right in front of the host stand. You lean over just a bit- not so much it would be noticeable, but enough your nosy ears could continue to pick up what was being said.
“Claire. You shouldn’t be here…I’m sorry- he told me-he said that..that you can’t come here anymore. It’s too much and he will apologize when he can find the words. But he can’t. So please before he sees you. Leave” he said softly, attempting to soothingly rub her arm and she jerks away like his touch burned her skin.
“Fuck you, Richie. Get him. Now. I’m not working on his time anymore. This is my time now. I’ve waited around enough for him. I’m done waiting. Either get him yourself? Or I swear to god I’ll go in that kitchen and embarrass the fucking shit out of him” she hissed.
Your eyebrows raised, shit. Whoever fucked her over should at least be warned.
He snorts, clearly amused before stepping back and raising his arms in defeat. “Have at it ClaireBear.” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think he’s gonna take kindly to you startin’ w’him in his house? Be my guest.” He shrugged, going back over to the host stand.
And then it clicked. She’s here for Carmen.
She laughed dryly, sarcastically, like a woman who’d had it. “You think I’m scared? Richie? You think I’m scared of little Carmy who couldn’t even check out a library book by himself? mm?” She goads him, arms crossed, chest heaving with rage.
His head snaps back to look at her, brows raised in shock. “Kid- I really think you should go calm the fuck down, because Y’re not gonna like the way that this conversation ends w’him- at all.”
And with that, she shoves open the kitchen door. You couldn’t just sit there and not watch- this was the juiciest drama you’d ever been privy to in person, and this means he’s single. You slightly curse yourself for being so giddy that this means the sexy chef would likely be on the market.
Your foot catches the door before it closes, leaning against the frame. She storms in, eyes frantically darting over the kitchen.
“Carmen.” She barks, the entire kitchen stops moving and looks at her, as if they were in shock and awe someone would ever raise their voice to him in such a way.
He rounds the corner, holding a pan of focaccia dough that he nearly drops at the sight of her. He blinks a few times, squeezing his eyes shut as if she’d disappear when he opened them again.
“The fuck are you-“ his eyes meet yours, his face going pale quickly, he looked white as a sheet. “Leave.” He orders her, slamming the dough down on the counter.
“Leave?!” She laughs coldly, “you’re gonna tell me to leave?! You’re a fucking pussy Carmen. A pussy. Y’know- it was charity giving you a chance. Pity work.” She spits and you blink a few times, taken aback by such harsh words.
Is she serious? She thinks anyone could believe dating a super hot, ripped, talented, chef prodigy - that was charity work in any sense of the word?
He scoffs, “Charity?” He chuckled dryly. “Claire- you begged me to fuckin’ be with you! You-you-y’re a fuckin gnat! Claire! You- all you do is-is fuckin’-” he runs his hand through his hair, his chest heaving in anger, “You dont know me, Claire! Alright? There- And I-I-I don’t want you i’m-i’m sorry-”
She laughed, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “You-” she whispered, her chest shaking with a sob. “You- fucker- I- I gave you a chance…” she whispered and gripped her wrist sadly. “I- I was there for you, Carmen- when no one else could fucking stand you.” she croaked.
“And I never asked for you too- please- just…leave me alone-” he shook his head. “Leave. Please…just-pretend we never happened, it was a mistake, Claire.” he breathed, clearly utterly defeated, and It sounded like he’d told this girl these same words multiple times.
“M-Mikey would be sick- Carmy, he’d- he’d hate who you’ve become…” she said meekly, and with that- something behind his eyes snapped.
“Claire I’m not DOING THIS I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKIN’ RESTAURANT. WERE OVER. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! YOU MEAN NOTHING CLAIRE!” He roars, the veins in his neck popping out, angrily and aggressively pointing to the door. “OUT. get the fuck out. G-get out, b-before I-I-I fuckin- holy fuck” he finds his composure once more, even though his breath was still ragged from his outburst, flicking his hand next to him his entire body trembling with panic.
She looks to her left and right, she’s not that-
Your thoughts were quickly proven wrong, when you see she was stupid enough to grab a pan off the stove to whip at him.
“Aht!” the spanish woman standing a few paces to the right said, quickly grabbing the arm with the pan and twisting it behind her back. “Drop it.” she hissed.
Carmen looks between the two of them, utterly in shock. “Y-y’were gonna hit me?” He asked her, face twisting in rage. “Fuck you. Fuck you Claire.” He seethed, taking the pan from his employees grasp and tossing it in the sink with a loud clatter.
“Get the fuck out” you told her, grabbing her from the handle of the woman who’d stopped the assault, shoving her towards the kitchen door and into the front of the restaurant. “Y’re a fuckin crazy bitch.” You laughed dryly, giving her a hard shove for good measure.
“Oh and who are you” she straightened herself out, pushing her bag up on her shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. Glad to see that Carmy still needs someone to protect him. I’ll gladly give up that spot.” she said, causing you to laugh.
“Oh my god- you are pathetic. He just spelt it clear as day sweetheart- you are over. O-v-e-r. He doesn’t want you babe! And no, he doesn’t need my protection- I was enjoying dinner and apparently a show until you went batshit bitch.” You snip, plopping back down at your booth.
She scoffed “he doesn’t want anyone. The only thing he wants - is to remain miserable. Good fucking luck, whoever you are.” She said before stomping out.
“Yo she was really gonna throw somethin?” Richie asked as he walked over. Thankfully, it was just you, him, and the bartender in the front of the restaurant.
You nod “thankfully she didn’t realize I was there- Carmen would have had a nasty burn, and a concussion.” You said, taking a large sip of your drink.
Carmen comes out, eyes meeting yours immediately. “Fuck- I- don’t worry y’re meal is comped and don’t…don’t worry about a review, i’m sorry- I-I guess it wasn't in the cards f’r us to be featured on y’r blog... I’m really so sorry… Shes- ah..” he rubs his arm nervously, trying to find the words.
“A woman scorned” You teased, and he snorts a laugh, nodding a bit.
“Hell hath no fury, right?” He joked, sighing a bit. “It’s uh…it’s my fault I guess…I uh- I should’ve dealt with that…I've been putting it off” he said and you nod a bit.
“You off the clock?” you looked at your phone for the time, 10:07.
“Shit- fuck- sorry- I’m so sorry- give me like- I was making y’r food…and then-” you shook your head, stopping him.
“No- No…I was uh-Asking to see if you maybe wanted to..have a drink with me? Not-not like…professionally…” you shrugged, stirring your half full cocktail with the bar straw that floated in it.
“Sure- uh…sure- I’d like that lemme..lemme go change, i’ll be right out” he nodded, heading back into the kitchen.
150 notes
·
View notes
You can totally delete this if it makes you uncomfortable or you just don't want to answer or anything
trigger warning : period (?)
I know you didn't describe Pup's body (and that's so great)
But i was wondering, in a world where they are afab (assigned female at birth), how would they react if they have periods?
Would their old base had shamed Pup of them? Or would Pup have something, like a treatment, to not have them?
How would Pup react if they got their period and it got a stain on their bed sheets or uniform?
(Not me again projecting myself because I have my period at the moment lmao)
✨️ anon
Yes, I like to keep most stuff for Pup gender free so that people are able to picture them being a guy/gal/non-binary wolf-person if they like! However I will happily write a lil something for if they were AFAB and had periods ☺️
You sighed and thunked your head back into the pillows, cursing softly as you felt a dreaded wetness pooling between your legs and an aching burn work itself through your tummy. Your period had started. With a small whimper you sat up and reached out for the lamp, standing away from the bed and sighing with relief when you realised that by some miracle you hadn't stained the bed yet.
However your pyjamas were another story.
There was nothing else for it, you had to raid your drawers and steal yourself to the bathroom so that you could shed them and get something to quell the bleeding. Luckily the house was quiet and dark, Ghost was asleep. At least that was something - you wouldn't have to face him seeing your dirty clothes and questioning why you were up past lights out.
After getting changed you headed to the kitchen and stuck your pyjamas into the washing machine, not thinking of anything else but hiding all evidence that you'd made a mess. Once all was clean, you breathed a little sigh of relief and sat cross legged in front of the washing machine, watching as the dark compartment filled with sloshing water and began to spin.
You were glad for being able to just deal with it right away, not having to worry about anyone else see you or judge you. The cramping, still blazing on low in your belly, reminded you of the training sessions you’d have at Branhaven, sometimes performing so badly in your dizzied and weakened state that you’d be sent to the kennels as punishment. Sometimes of course they’d catch you out from the blood on your clothes and send you off just for knowing you were on your cycle, ‘predicting’ that you’d just be a nuisance. The rest of the day would be spent clutching yourself like a feeble child, feeling dirty and sweaty the whole time until you were able to leave and change. It worse if you were actively on a mission, any little mistake would be blamed on your ‘condition’, and you’d be constantly threatened with abandonment.
“What’re you doin’ up then, ay?”
You jumped, not expecting Ghost to walk in on your late night contemplating. He shone a torch low at your feet, but from his shadowy position you could see that he was only in his boxers and t-shirt, his unmasked face was squinting out at you in the dark.
“Sorry, Ghost,” you murmured sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I had some- I had to wash my pyjamas.”
“Alright…and why’s that?” He asked, rubbing his bleary eyes with the back of his free hand.
“My um- my period came,” you sighed.
Ghost’s head lifted in understanding. He flicked the light on at that wall, causing you both to blink furiously. In the cold harsh light, you found your cheeks warming, now embarrassed that he was having to deal with you. You just hoped he wasn’t going to be annoyed about your upcoming performance the next day…
“You need anything?” He asked, crossing the room to the cupboard he usually kept the first aid kit in. “I got some paracetamol here if you’re feelin’ sore. Can get you a hot water bottle if you’d like?”
You blinked, not quite prepared for his pragmatism until you reminded yourself of exactly who you were dealing with. Of course Ghost would be understanding. It was obvious now, you smiled and nodded and then gratefully took the pills and glass of water he’d prepared for you.
“Go get yourself comfy n’ lie down, Pup. I’ll get your hot water bottle to you once it’s ready.”
You were about to tell him he didn’t need to go to the trouble but he shot you a hard look that wasn’t easy to disagree with. Easier to just go along with it, you decided.
“Thanks, Ghost,” you said softly, smiling when he grunted his acknowledgement.
After you were settled in bed, Ghost soon joined you again and tucked the fluffy hot water bottle under the covers for you. Even after that though, he remained when you expected him to leave. He settled by your side and ran a hand over the top of your head, softly fussing at your ears until you let out a content purr like sound.
“Poor thing,” he cooed, cupping his hand over your cheek. “We’ll need to go easier tomorrow, huh?”
“We don’t have to,” you yawned, blinking back the sleep that darkened the corners of your vision. “I’ll still be putting in the effort for you Ghost.”
“I know you will, Pup,” he chuckled. “I know. We’ll see how you get on. Just do me a favour and get a good nights sleep, darlin’”
You rolled your eyes at him, but nodded. He was too nice sometimes you thought, he’d be such a pushover if you ever tried to take advantage. Not that you wanted to.
“Night Ghost,” you yawned. “Thank you…”
155 notes
·
View notes
I have something to say - If you aren’t going to read the whole thing, then skip it. But I really hope you do. My intention is not to cause drama. I just felt this was important to say because I love this community and I want it to be the best it can be.
A few days ago, a very unfortunate thing happened on a certain post about Talanah and Seyka. I called someone out on what was a case of weaponizing a racist incident. Instead of having a meaningful discussion, my comments were deleted and called “inappropriate accusations.”
Long story short - several reblogged and commented on this post about how Talanah was constantly being tagged as Seyka. To be clear, this is not a good thing and I believe every single one of those post to be valid in their frustration. But I have also seen it happen the other way around to my own work (Seyka tagged as Talanah). None of this is okay but while it is exhausting, remember that mistakes do happen.
So I made a comment about my experience and my comment was dismissed because apparently it “hadn’t been seen.” I responded to this with an honest truth of how dismissals of experience affects people like me.
The thing about racism is that it doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You don’t get to pick and choose who it happens to just to fit your narrative. Dismissing it because you didn’t personally see it is harmful, especially to fans from marginalized groups who may not feel comfortable sharing their experiences in the future.
My comment was deleted and later referred to as an “inappropriate accusation” and “harassment.” Was it an accusation? Yes. Was it inappropriate? No. Was it harassment? Absolutely not - I took time to respond so it wouldn’t be seen that way. However, the comments involving Talanah mistags were kept. The comments defending a fictional character. To be clear, I am not saying these comments are not justified. It is incredibly frustrating to work so hard on a piece only for it to be tagged as another character. However, the fact other comments (including my personal experience), that challenged the narrative that these mistaggings were only happening to Talanah, were being deleted is problematic and a form of silencing. Intentional or not - this is a racist microaggression - and yes, I do deal with stuff like this in real life.
It became immediately clear to me that the goal here wasn’t to raise awareness or do anything about the racist misnaming but instead use it to put down a group in this community. And judging a whole group by the actions of a few bad apples is literally where prejudice begins. All of this pettiness stemming from - let’s face it - an unnecessary shipping war in a FICTIONAL STORY. I was incredibly disappointed and saddened because I know we are better than this.
I am not speaking out because I want to cause drama. Undoing systemic racism is something I am deeply passionate about because it affects so many people in my life. If someone calls you out on a problematic take, please take a moment to listen and reflect, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Do not follow the impulse to block or delete. This work is extremely exhausting for everyone, but it is SO important. We all carry prejudices and biases. We are human. But we can also learn because we are all human. I have been called out many times in life by my friends. I have made so many ignorant comments and mistakes. And I will still make them. Hearing I have is not easy at all but it is all part of growing.
Speaking out like this isn’t really my thing but I felt the need to make a comment that can’t be deleted by anyone. I love the Horizon community and I want it to be a safe and inclusive space for everyone no matter where you are from. That is what these games are about. Understanding people from different backgrounds, opinions and traditions in order to work together.
You don’t have to be fans of the same characters. You can love or be disappointed with the canon. You can respectfully give and listen to critiques of these characters. And you can celebrate representation even if it’s not the direction you wanted Horizon to go in.
Whatever these games have given you is yours to keep.
Just don’t be an asshole about it (at least in public, what you do in private is none of anyone’s business so…) -> that goes to all fans in all groups. It is never okay to harass or hurt anyone - and especially over fictional characters.
(Also please respect the devs - we are lucky they are able to pour their hearts into this game for all of us to enjoy and frankly the direction is their creative choice)
This vibrant community is full of so much talent and love for this amazing series. I have made some truly incredible friends, worked on some hilarious and delightful collaborations and have seen wicked talent come together to make something special. Just look on the horizon, and you’ll see a certain 100% fan-made game coming soon, which has a little something for everyone!
Keep creating. Ignore the bad apples. Don’t be an asshole. I’m going back to drawing silly things.
- from the hart
103 notes
·
View notes
All this newly restored discourse on the show is making me realize something. Some people just see ATLA as a show. A good show they once watched.
Look, I’ve been watching the show since I was 12, I guess. I’ve watched it more times than I can count and it has gotten me through a lot of tough times. It could be considered silly that a tv show had gotten me through a lot, it’s a just a tv show after all. But for me, it’s so much more than that. When I feel like I’m losing it in life and I can’t see the light I just watch the show, with characters I know and love so much and it just makes me feel better, so much weight is lifted off my shoulders. Seeing Zuko make mistakes over and over to eventually find himself, seeing Aang accept his destiny while also shaping it in a way that suits him, seeing Katara and Sokka get stronger and smarter and changing the world for the better. And so much more. It all just helps me, it’s like therapy.
Recently I’ve been through the hardest time ever in my life, and again, this show made me sane again. It just reminds me that “sometimes you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel but if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place”.
So when I see people talking about who’s the best Avatar, or who’s made more mistakes or that Katara should’ve killed Yon Rah or Aang should’ve killed Ozai or Zuko should’ve joined the gaang sooner, or weather Iroh deserves a redemption arc. It just makes me realize that people must have watched the show and thought, huh, great fights scenes, cool characters and that’s it. And that’s great, nothing wrong with that. It’s just that I see so much more than that. Everything is not black and white, that’s the whole point of the show.
It’s just opening my eyes that some messages went over some people’s heads, or they didn’t think about much after it was over. Huh, maybe I’m the only one who has this deep attachment to this show. Maybe it’s getting to the point of unhealthy lol
Anyway, I love watching the fandom come back to life but I’m also kinda stunned that - from this amazing show, that talks about serious real life issues, philosophy and balance, all some people took out of it was - “who’s more powerful” or “this character is terrible cause they did so many things wrong”. These characters are human, that’s what makes them interesting. That’s what makes me, personally, connect with them on so many levels. You can’t just reduce them to one character flaw or judge them by one decision they once made. This show is about growth, it’s about making mistakes and learning from them and becoming a better version of yourself. It sucks that some people don’t see it.
Just some thoughts I wanted to share.
77 notes
·
View notes
˚ ♫ ⋆。˚𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻˚ ♫ ⋆。˚
(Kit Walker x fem!reader)
tags: fluff!
warnings: mentions of torture, swearing, use of Y/N.
summary: this fic is based on this request!
character count: 6k.
full fic under the cut ↓
₊˚⊹♡————— ♡ —————♡⊹˚₊
When you first heard about him, the mere thought of the things he was capable of doing sounded repulsive to you. He hadn't even walked into Briarcliff, yet everyone already despised him. Most of the people in that hellhole weren't pure or without sin, although they judged like they were the divine Lord himself. You had to admit, it was horribly wrong and fucked up to kill 3 women, including your wife, decapitating them and using their skin as a mask. You even knew that the devil could be hiding under the most beautiful facade, but still, something inside of you when you first saw him, told you that Kit Walker couldn't have possibly been the tremendous Bloody Face. Maybe it was Briarcliff that with its influence was able to turn sane people completely mad, but you swore that when Kit Walker's eyes met yours for the first time, the world's colors lit up and a lovely R&B melody started ringing in your ears.
♫ Hold me… ♫
Wondrous brown eyes, as sweet as chocolate and as tough as Mahogany wood, piercing into yours, communicating something for which words weren’t enough.
♫ Kiss me… ♫
Furrowed brows showing a glimpse of the frustrating confusion, due to the previous merciless treatment, and the feeling of repulsion for the load of inhuman madness confined in those walls.
♫ Whisper sweetly… ♫
For a second you were brought by your imagination to a different reality, you fantasized about what life would be like if you were in your cushy house, vacuuming your beige carpet, as your beloved husband Kit just came home from work. You would wrap your arms around him, welcoming him in an intimate embrace, as he reciprocated and maybe pecked your lips softl-
But no. That was far from reality. This thought and the vexatious notes of the song “Dominique” made you snap back from your thoughts. You observed as he made its way towards you. That caused an almost instant blush to burn on your cheeks, as he was now standing in front of you.
“Can ya move?” He spoke with a deep raspy voice.
You realized you were blocking the access for him to sit on one of the chairs. Before you could mutter out a response, a random guy started provoking Kit, causing his rude response that led to a fight between the two.
₊˚⊹♡————— ♡ —————♡⊹˚₊
You quietly made your way towards the cell where they kept him after the conflict. Creating a mediocre distraction, you managed to steal the keys from Sister Mary Eunice’s grip. Discreetly opening the door, you sneaked in. The first thing you saw was Kit Walker’s perplexed expression as he inspected you while squirming inside the straitjacket.
“Shhh…It’s okay…I’m not one of them.” You hushed him softly.
“Whaddaya want?” He spoke in a brusque manner.
“I just wanna talk…I’m Y/N.” You cooed.
He looked at you up and down, keeping on alert.
“Kit, Kit Walka’...I think ya already know that, dontcha?”
“Yes…Everyone talks about you, most in a bad way, uhm…But I don’t believe the things they say…” You said looking down.
“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean…I heard your story just…not from you. And I-I know for a fact that most of the backstories of the souls that live here are, well, made up… fake. There’s more innocent people than you think.” You shrugged, sitting down next to him.
“I’m listening. What’s yer story, suga’?” He nodded.
You felt your cheeks burn and started speaking.
₊˚⊹♡————— ♡ —————♡⊹˚₊
Time had passed in the asylum, and surprisingly, you didn’t feel so miserable anymore. He made everything fall back into place. When you two shared your stories, it was clear that you were both victims of a giant mistake, your pasts being more pure than the ones of the people who locked you two there. You and Kit kept spending more and more time together, you had grown to be inseparable, always together. You felt suffocated when he wasn’t around, only the blues playing in your ears. Who knew you could find love inside such a cruel building?
It almost felt like life in Briarcliff could be normal, thanks to him. But, of course, that was only imaginary.
You sneaked in his cell, again. Your cheeks burning, not out of embarrassment this time, but because of the salty tears that kept rolling on them. His generosity was both a blessing and a flaw, something that you loved and despised, because it led to dishonesties like these. When you both tried to escape and got caught, he took all the blame on himself, gaining 40 lashes.
You hurried towards his bed, sinking onto your knees and breaking down into sobs.
“I-I’m so sorry!” You kept repeating, your voice cracking.
He smiled softly and caressed your hair.
“Ya got nothin’ to apologize for, suga’. It wasn’t yer fault.” He grunted as he sat up, his body still hurting. He reached to cup your face, and aligned his eyes with yours, so that he could look into them with his lovely gaze.
“Hey now…don’t cry, darlin’. I’m here, we’ll get through this togetha’, yes?” He spoke sweetly. Your arms weakly wrapped around his neck.
“I-I can’t do this anymore, Kit…I hate this place-” You cried.
“Shhh…” He wiped your tears away with his thumb and pecked your nose gently.
“I know, I know it’s hard and ya wanna leave…and I promise we will. We’re gonna leave this shithole soon…then we’ll be finally free.” His words melted your heart.
“...Will we live together?” You looked up at him with teary eyes.
“Yea, of course we will, darlin’.” He smiled.
“Like a normal couple?” Your words seeked his comfort.
“Yes, suga’. We will be a normal couple with a normal life. Whaddaya say?” He asked, to which you nodded.
“You know I’m gonna marry ya as soon as we get out of here, suga’?” His words made a faint blush rise on your face.
“Really?” You batted your lashes at him.
“Yea. I wanna marry ya. I wanna have babies with ya. I wanna do everything with ya by my side. And ya wanna know why? Because I love ya, darlin’.” He wrapped his strong arms around you, while connecting your lips in a soft gentle kiss. You kissed back, mumbling a quiet “Love you too” against his lips that moved in sync with yours.
So you stayed there, his comforting and strong arms wrapped around you and his hand running in your hair as your bodies were pressed up in a tight intimate embrace. Your eyelids started to feel heavy, as you fighted the urge to fall asleep.
“It’s only me and ya, togetha’.” He whispered soothingly in your ear.
“Foreva’.” He added, his lips pressing against your temple sweetly.
You smiled tiredly, as you heard his words and the soft melody playing again.
♫ Hold me, kiss me,
Whisper sweetly
That you love me
Forever. ♫
₊˚⊹♡————— ♡ —————♡⊹˚₊
taglist: @cxndiedvi0lets @angeldollw @dangeroustaintedflawed @marchsfreakshow @yandereunsolved @happy74827 @evpeters87
a/n: aaahhhh I'm sorry this is so short😭 I'm so busy lately!! but anyways, i hope you like it.🧡
all rights reserved!!
59 notes
·
View notes
could you write older beefy g!p nat x reader (legal age gap of course) who are in a relationship but they get into a fight where nat says something about readers age and it makes reader insecure and hurts her so she goes on a mission without telling nat and she either gets like injured or kidnapped or something but then she’s okay/gets found and they apologize and make up happy ending that ends with smut if you want or not up to you
Forgive Me?
Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader, Maria Hill x reader (flirting)
Summary: Nat made a mistake and you’re trying to prove she’s wrong. Although it goes terribly and reader barely lives, will they be able to forgive Nat after this?
Warnings: Natasha is g!p (she has a penis), angst, arguing, mentions of reader being tortured, smut, unprotected sex, insecurities, age gap (Nat is 34 reader is 21), break ups, angst with happy ending
Word count: 3,866
No one is permitted to copying my work, reblogging it as their own, or stealing it!!
You’ve always been a bit insecure when it comes to dating Nat. People often judge you both on the age gap and you hate to admit that it gets to you. Nat always reassured you that she loved you no matter how old you are but that feeling would still rise, especially seeing the online comments. Many people were jealous and wanted to share their opinions on the relationship as if it mattered. You’d try your best to ignore it but it hurt seeing how many people wanted you guys to fall apart.
It was nearing Christmas time and you were excited, you wanted to decorate and do all the things you dreamed of when you were young. You planned to make a gingerbread house, bake some cookies, and decorate the entire place. When you told Nat your idea she was more than willing to try all of the things you listed, she never got to have that as a kid so she was almost as excited as you are. You just returned home with some of the baking equipment and were headed into the kitchen when you saw Nat there.
“Oh hey Nat! I have all the stuff for the cookies and the gingerbread house so whenever you want to make them is fine.” When you got excited you often spoke in a ramble, it was something you always did. This was one of those times.
“God can you slow down, it’s annoying.” Nat said in an annoyed groan, still not facing you. You felt embarrassed, she never got mad at you for rambling, she said it was cute. So why does she all of the sudden hate it?
“I’m sorry Nat, you know me I guess I’m just excited,” you said in a nervous chuckle, trying to break the awkward aroma. “Well when would you want to build the gingerbread house? Or we could bake the cookies first if you want.” The thrill came back as you thought of all the fun you’d both have together. Making terrible designs on the gingerbread house that ended up falling over, causing a fit of laughs. Baking the cookies and the others trying to steal them, even watching a movie together while snacking on them. Your smile altered at Nat’s next words,
“Can you shut up about those stupid Christmas things! They’re for children, I’m 34 I don’t want to do that shit anymore!” Nat exclaimed as she finally turned to look at you. You were confused, one minute she was happy to try out the idea and the next she’s complaining about it?
“They’re not just for children Nat, I like to do it too.” You muttered, nervous for her reaction. No matter how tough you are Nat still had the control over you, making you often fear her more than one should.
“Exactly my point. You’re basically a fucking child Y/N, you’re 21. You’re barely able to even drink for Christ sakes.” She took a long breath before continuing, “you know maybe all those people were right, maybe you are too young for me.” She whispered but you still heard it.
“Nat, you don’t mean that.” You were hoping she didn’t, you couldn’t live without her.
“Yes I do. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” Your heart was breaking, it’s as if you could feel it. You stood there with tears in your eyes looking at her with desperation. She showed no emotion like usual.
“Fine if that’s what you want, then consider me gone. I won’t annoy you anymore, and you can be with someone your age, someone more mature. And I guess I should give you this,” you reached into the small bag looking for the item. “Here.” You said as you put the small box in her hand.
“What-what’s this?” She questioned, opening the box to find a small ring.
“It was a promise ring. A promise that no matter what I’ll always love you and that I’ll always care for you. It was supposed to be a Christmas present but that went down the drain” She looked at you with tears filling her eyes, it was the first time in weeks you saw actual emotions from her.
“Y/N-“ “Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. Goodbye Nat, I guess I’ll see you around.” You ignored her calls for you as you went towards your room. Even though you both were dating you had separate rooms, you didn’t go in yours often as you’re always in Nat’s. You sat on your bed letting out all your emotions, crying into your hands as the realization hit you, she’s gone. She broke up with you like you meant nothing to her. The rest of the night was spent crying into your pillow as you were left alone. Whenever you’d cry Nat was always there to hold you, but not this time. This time she wasn’t there at all. The next morning you got ready and went down to Fury. It was hard to get dressed and put on a happy face but you were determined to show Nat what she was truly missing out on. Going to the SHIELDS department you requested to see the older man, insisting it was urgent. The lady let you into his office and you sat down on the chair in-front of him.
“I hear there is urgent news miss Y/L/N but it sure doesn’t look urgent.” He says, sitting back in his chair ready to listen to whatever you had to say. You had a close bond with him, he was like a dad to Nat so he softened up to you over time.
“I would like a mission.” You stated with no hesitation in your voice. He looked at you for a moment until he sighed and looked at a folder.
“The only mission at the moment is one that Ms. Hill is going on. You can join her or wait for another.” You considered your options, going with Maria or having to see Nat longer. You chose the first, knowing you wouldn’t be able to look at Nat after yesterday.
Two hours later you both were getting situated on the quinjet getting ready to leave.
“So, you gonna tell me why you took this mission out of the blue or do I have to assume that you just love me so much.” Maria broke the silence, a sarcastic smile on her face. You scoffed jokingly and answered her question.
“Well me and Nat kind of broke up yesterday. She said I was too young for her and I guess I just can’t stand to look at her right now.” You tried your best to not let your voice crack but it did. Maria picked up on it and let out a sigh, pulling you into her to give you a hug.
“She’s probably just going through some things right now, she most likely didn’t mean it. And hey, if she doesn’t want you I’m always here.” She gave you a wink and you laughed at her actions.
“See I already got you laughing again, point 1 to Maria and 0 to Nat.” Smiling at her in appreciation you went over to the control pad and pressed the auto-fly button. You sat down in a seat next to her and she looked over at you with a little grin marking her face. You blushed and looked away from her gaze. Usually Nat would be pissed if she saw you with Maria knowing how the woman loved to flirt with you, but she wasn’t here right now. You didn’t have to worry about her anymore because as she said, it’s over.
Back at the compound Nat was failing to make breakfast for you. The toast was basically burnt and so was the eggs, the pancake wasn’t even fully cooked but she tried. She was walking to your room with everything in her hands, planning to apologize and explain everything. Her heart shattered when she saw the ring you were going to give her. She didn’t mean to take out her frustration on you but she did and she can’t go back now. Last night she spent staring at your empty side of the bed, a strand left on the pillow from the morning before. She remembers your happy face telling her all about the plans, you only wanted to do it because neither of you got much of a childhood. It broke her to think she took your biggest fear and used it against you, she took out her own insecurities onto you.
Knocking on the door she waited for a response, and then waited some more. Figuring you were asleep she opened the door herself. When seeing the empty bed she looked in the bathroom but it was also empty. Putting the plate of food down she went around the entire compound looking for you. She called Fury asking if he’s seen you only to hear that you went on a mission. She was glad you weren’t alone until Fury said you went with Agent Hill. She cursed and hung up the phone pacing around the room. She pictured the worst that could happen to you, what if you got hurt? What if Maria finally made a move on you knowing you’re single? God she was an idiot, how could she let you go?
Back with you and Maria the two of you were quietly entering a run down building. You both heard small chatter and made a plan, you go behind she goes in front. You snuck around the building without causing any noise while Maria stayed where she was. The both of you were about to move in until you saw someone sneaking behind your teammate. You yelled out to her only to realize your mistake, the guys all heard you and Maria turned around only to be hit with a needle to her neck. You tried everything you could to take them down but it was no use, there was thirteen of them against one of you. They held you down as the same man took a different needle and stuck it in your neck just like he did moments ago with the other.
You awoke only to find yourself locked up in some, cage? It looked like a cell with how large it was but it had the same features as a cage. You heard noises coming from the left of you, looking only to spot Maria in an identical box.
“Look who’s finally awake.” Said one of the buff men. He chuckled with his friends as they all stared at the two of you. You’ve never been stuck in a situation like this where you had no hope of leaving. You noticed your ear piece was missing only to find them messing with it. You could slightly hear voices coming from the communication source until they destroyed it right in front of you.
“Now, shall we have some fun?” The man grabbed you had no choice but to comply. Maria yelled through her gag as she watched you be taken away to be dealt with. She prayed she could get out of this and save you before anything happened. She analyzed the place to find something that could get her out but came up empty handed. She didn’t want to give up but there was no hope, she could already hear your screams from a distance and there was no way out, this was how you would die.
Twenty-two minutes passed and each second your screams got louder and louder. She didn’t want to cry in front of these guys but she couldn’t help it, her friend was most likely going to be dead in the next few minutes. The building slightly shook as everyone looked around to see what caused it, only for a red suit of armor to come flying through the roof. They all pulled out their guns as they started to shoot only to be attacked with a shield from behind. She saw a black suited figure running towards your voice, Nat. Gun shots rang throughout the building as did arms and fists, one by one the bad guys were dealt with. Maria felt someone taking off her gag and handcuffs only to see it was Steve doing so. She was helped onto the quinjet as you were passed out on a chair. When Nat found you she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not because of your beauty but this time because of what marked your body. Bruises and cuts were left all over and she could only imagine what happened to you. She saw the man fleeing and told the Wanda to go find him, she wanted him to pay for what he did to you. She untied you and carried you bridal style to the quinjet. When everyone was in and safe they took off, she laid you down and immediately went to Maria.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Letting Y/N go on this mission with you and then not even protecting her?” Nat yelled in the agents face, clear pain and regret written on her face. Maria felt terrible about what happened to you but she knew she wasn’t to blame.
“You’re blaming me? All mission I did my best to protect her from anything but she got hurt because she wanted me to live! She was unselfish, something you wouldn’t be able to understand.” Nat was going to speak but she didn’t let her.
“She wanted to go on this mission to get away from you, to prove that she wasn’t just a child. If anything it’s your fault for using their insecurities against them and breaking up with them! And guess what, if they’re dead, it’s on you. Not me, not anyone else but you.” Nat started at her as she spoke, realizing that she was in fact correct. If you died it’s on her, if you died you wouldn’t get to do all the fun stuff that she called childish. No matter how much she hated to cry in front of others she couldn’t stop it, she bursted into tears over your barely breathing body. She whispered apologize into you knowing you wouldn’t hear them. When the quinjet arrived she rushed you to the med bay and Cho immediately went to work, pushing everyone out of the room so she could operate. Nat sat in the waiting room panicking and wondering if you would make it. Hours and hours went by and she was the same, back hunched, leg bouncing, hands near her mouth and a worried face. Over time the others left until it was just her, she replayed everything in her mind. From the fight, to the ring, to the crying, and to now where you were on an operating table and she sat hoping you’d make it. Even if you didn’t forgive her she just wanted you to know how sorry she truly was, she wanted you to know that she didn’t mean it. Dr. Cho came out of the room and Nat stood up at the speed of light,
“Is she going to be okay doc?” Came Nat’s voice. She studied the ladies face for any sign that you may still be alive.
“She’s going to be alright Ms. Romanoff.” Nat let out a sigh of relief before the Doctor continued, “Although she’s lucky she made it, if you arrived any later I don’t think I’d be delivering good news. You may see her whenever but it may take a few hours until she wakes up.” Nat thanked the woman repeatedly and ran into the room seeing you asleep with wire hooked to you. She sat down on the chair next to you and held your hand.
“Im so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean any of it. I was just mad and angry and I took that out on you when I shouldn’t have. I promise you that once you wake up, we’ll build the best little gingerbread house and bake the most delicious cookies known to man kind. We can even listen to Christmas movies while we decorate the compound. And then we could watch those Christmas movies and go see the tree in the city. I’ll do anything to make this the best Christmas you ever had, I promise you that.” She kissed the back of your hand and enclosed her own with yours, holding your hand as she fell asleep next to you.
When you awoke you looked over to see Nat sleeping soundly against the chair, you could’ve laughed at her snoring. You whispered out her name and she quickly woke up to see you staring back at her. She smiled and gave you a big hug, only stopping when she heard you wince. She spewed out more apologies as you lightly chuckled at her concern. She stood up more straight and prepared to explain everything.
“Look Y/N,-“ she was cut off by your small pained voice,
“I know.” “You know what?” She asked, hoping you possibly heard her last night.
“I know now what you mean, I’m not mature enough. I tried proving myself with the mission but look where I ended up, with you saving me. I mean all those people were right, I’m too young to be dating someone like you, someone with experience. So I’m sorry for going on the mission and I’m sorry for suggesting those holiday things, it was stupid of me.” You ended with a sad smile looking down at your lap. Nat didn’t understand why you were apologizing, it was her fault that you ended up like this.
“Baby, you shouldn’t be apologizing. If anyone should be it’s me, I took out my anger on you that day when I shouldn’t have. All you wanted to do was make this year something to remember and I messed it up. I shouldn’t have used your insecurities against you and I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I was stupid and afraid, afraid because I was falling for you. My whole life I’ve been taught that love is for children but it’s not, you made me realize that it’s not just for children and it scared the hell out of me. When I found out you were captured and being tortured I thought that our last time seeing one another would be when I yelled at you and I didn’t want that to be your last memory of me. I swear that I will do everything I can to make it up to you, if you let me?” She sounded so vulnerable that it made you want to forgive her right on the spot, but you wanted her to work for it. You wanted to see how far she’d really do for you.
“I’m willing to give you another chance but this is the only second chance you’ll receive. If you mess up again I won’t forgive you.” “Of course! I’m not going to let you down this time.” She exclaimed, already thinking of the ways to prove how much she truly loved you.
Weeks went by and all Nat did was show how much she truly cared for you, tending to your wounds, baking together, decorating the compound, going to see the tree in NY, and watching all the Christmas movies you wanted. When Christmas arrived you both were like happy little kids opening up all your presents, Nat even buying you your own promise ring while she still wears the one you got her. Later that evening you both are sat in the bathtub soaking one another in. Nat plays with your finger as you wear the ring she gifted you.
“I love you so much.” It was out of the blue but Nat meant it, she meant every ‘I love you’ that she told you.
“I love you too Nat.” You said with your head rested on her large bicep. She loved flexing her muscles around you knowing how much you admired them. You turned your body around so you straddled her lap and put your head on her neck. You gave light kisses to her body as you ran your hands up and down her muscular form, going from her arms to her abs. You could feel her dick growing hard under you, making you slowly grind against her. The water moved with you as it got close to spilling onto the floor. Continuing with your kisses you sucked on her weak spot causing moans to leave her mouth.
“You like that Nat?” Her answer was a small whimper, you stilled slightly at the noise. She’s always been one to top so it was the first time you ever heard a noise like that come from her. You quickly recovered from your small trance and continued what you were doing moments ago, only this time slightly faster. You rubbed your core all up against her eight inch cock feeling it throb against you. Your mouth connected with hers, swallowing both of you guys’ moans. Her tongue licked at your lips asking for entrance, opening your mouth you let her explore. She held your face with one hand as the other went to your ass pushing you back and forth, causing you to grind faster. You both left each others mouths as the need for air hit, you pulled yourself off of her only to line her up with your entrance. Nat threw her head back as your warm walls enclosed around her tip while you let out a groan. You slowly lowered yourself to take more of her until you were at the base. Both of you put your heads together as you started to ride her, going at a moderate pace to get used to her size. No matter how many time you guys have had sex it still surprised you with how big she really was. Water splashed onto the ground as you sped up, trying to feel as much pleasure as possible.
“Fuck, feel so good around me. Wanna be in you forever, wanna feel your tight walls wrap around me forever.” Her words only turned you on more, feeling your release approaching you tried to warn Nat but failed. She used one hand to rub your clit and her mouth to suck on your nipples. Everything was just too much, without warning you came around her cock. It triggered Nat into her own orgasm as spurts of cum filled you up. After a few moments your moans calmed down and you both sat there in a comfortable silence. Nat wrapped her large arms around you, engulfing you into a hug as she rested her head on the tops of yours. Neither of you wanted to let go, wanting to stay in one another’s embrace forever. But sadly you couldn’t stay in the bath forever, Nat picked you both up and dried you off. You both wore matching pajamas and cuddled as you drifted off to sleep. Even if you two had your ups and downs you were always able to find one another again.
610 notes
·
View notes
“When I’m not with you, think of you always”
Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: You wind up talking to Crowley about the unexpected reason you bought your new sunglasses.
Warnings: Mentions of crying and being overwhelmed
If there are any content warnings I left out, or I made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.
(Credit for the beautiful dividers used in this post goes to each of the creators here on tumblr. The images were found on google, and credit for each of them goes to the owners. The title is a lyric from, of course, “Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy” by Queen <3).
“Hey, love?”
You looked up from your laptop, towards the sound of Crowley’s voice, and saw him standing in the living room doorway.
“Hm?”
“Where’d you get these?”
Dangling from his fingers was a pair of sunglasses that somewhat resembled his own.
“Oh,” you responded, a bit reluctantly, “I bought them a few days ago. They’re for uh, going out”.
He turned the sunglasses over in his hands, observing them more closely. “We went to lunch yesterday and you didn’t wear them”.
You nodded, “Yeah, they’re only for when I’m not with you”.
“Well,” he scoffed, caught off guard by your response, “I suppose if we walked around wearing the same thing it’d get old soon enough”.
You smiled amusedly, and before you could stop yourself, you replied: “True, but that’s not the reason”.
“Then what’s the reason?”
“Damnit” you mentally cursed yourself for letting that slip.
Your eyes zeroed in on your sunglasses in his hands, and then started bouncing back and forth from yours to his, which were hanging from the neckline of his shirt.
“It’s not important.” you answered hesitantly.
“Honey-”
“You don’t believe me, right?”
“Not for a second”.
He walked over to the couch you were sitting on, and knelt behind it, as you turned around in your seat to fully face him.
“What’s going on?”
“It might sound kind of strange”.
“That’s alright,” he reassured you. “you know you can talk to me”.
You nodded, and told him:
“I bought them for when I’m not with you, because I don’t need them then”.
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“Cause you help me through it when I’m overwhelmed, but when you’re not there, all I can do is cry”.
“and you bought the sunglasses because you don’t want anybody to see you?”
You nodded again. “People don’t usually react well when I cry, but it happens so much. Even when I don’t want to cry, it happens, and I hate it”.
“Tears are nothing to be ashamed of,” he reminded you, “especially when you’re overwhelmed, and you have to put yourself first when that happens. It doesn’t matter what anyone else might think about you crying”.
“I know that,” you agreed, “but still, you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like it’s okay to cry at all. When you’re not around, I go back to trying to hide it, cause it’s all I know how to do”.
“Sometimes I wish I could be there all the time.” He told you, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. “Makes me feel better to know I’m right there if you need me”.
“I know,” you replied, squeezing his hand, “but I won’t ask that of you. We both know I can handle myself, I’m just trying to figure out how to do that”.
“You’re not some problem to be “handled”, baby. You’re a person with feelings, and you already do a damn good job at handling those feelings every day, even when it’s difficult”.
A grateful smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and he continued:
“Even so, neither of us can control peoples’ reactions to what we do, and we both know I wouldn’t react well if anyone decided to judge you for crying”.
He nodded towards your sunglasses.
“If these help you when I’m not around, then good, but if ever they’re not enough, then you come to me, or just say the word and I’ll come to you, no matter where or when”.
“I promise I will”.
“Good”.
He smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead, and you smiled along with him, an idea suddenly entering your mind.
“Wanna see me try the sunglasses on?”
Crowley laughed, and gently ran his fingers through your hair. “Go for it, sweetheart”.
219 notes
·
View notes
Hello my love, do you do brienne of tarth fics? If so, could you do one where reader is a princess and brienne is her bodyguard? And reader is convinced that no one will ever truly love her because of past partners and only icky men are interested in her cause she's a royal and women never even look at her, or at least not past the fact that she's a princess; so she can kinda just throws herself at people in tries to love people into loving her until Brienne eventually confesses and they kiss and it's a littlw angsty and emotional?
I do, my lady
Bodyguard Brienne x princess!reader
Warnings: uhh none?
A/n: im am speed. This came to me actually pretty quickly which I’m happy about, I like it but I don’t love it so I sure hope it’s good enough! Also it’s kinda short, I’m running so low on ideas for writing Brienne so I’m very sorry!
“All the men are either pervs or assholes and the women don’t care about anything other than the fact I have a damn crown on my head sometimes- I mean it’s stupid! I thought girls were supposed to be better!” You were laying on the floor looking up at Brienne as you ranted while she made adjustments to her armor. She only hummed and continued working.
You sighed. “Do you know how many dates I’ve gone on and have had arranged-“ “Around 7 if I remember correctly.” She stated, turning her head and arching a brow at you. “Are you judging me?” You frowned. “No, not at all, my lady, you simply questioned it like I didn’t join you in every single one” she chuckled when you visibly came to the realization that, that was indeed true. “And none of them have worked out, everything feels so fake! What if I never find love!”
“I don’t want to be lonely forever.. isn’t it simply human to yearn for human connection? Affection and company? I just have horrible luck. I’m tired of seeing tons of happy couples all around while I’m just sought out for power or- you know.”
“I doubt that will be the case, and yes, it’s very human, something a lot of people want, princess, unfortunately a lot of people can be shallow, what’s important to you may not be important to them.” Brienne peaked your interest with that. “Why do you say that? are you implying some big strong man is gonna come around and give me everything I ever dreamed of?”
Shaking her head, amused, she looked down at you. “Are you comfortable there?” “Quite actually- hold on don’t change the subject.” Brienne smiled and turned back to working on her armor. “Some people seek power in life because they think it’s the way to happiness, you want human connection, love and care. It’s traits a lot of people look for, you just haven’t noticed.”
“Point me out a single person who thinks that way so I can throw myself at them.” Brienne sighed. “Maybe you’re going all wrong about it, find somebody you really like, not just anyone you might have a chance with, somebody with existing connection, a person you can and want to talk to and be around.” You whined. “I’m desperate.” “There lies your mistake. You can’t force a bond, with all due respect my lady, wanting somebody and wanting love are two very different things, I’m afraid you want the latter.”
“Is that so wrong?” Again, she shook her head. “No, I think it’s close minded though, no offense, you should focus on wanting a connection with somebody than a relationship with anybody. Surely you know you’re worth more than that.” Humming, you turned around to lay stomach down, sitting up on your elbows. “None taken. When’d you get so good at this love advice?”
You noticed how flustered she got, and then proceeded to ignore your question. “It’s getting late. Would you like me to escort you back to your room?” You stood. “Nu-uh answer the question is The Brienne of Tarth... falling for someone?!” “Frankly that’s none of your business.” Her cold reply made you flinch. “Right. Well goodnight then.” Sucking in a breath she turned around. “I’m sorry. That was cold and rather rude of me forgive me, my lady, stay I will walk with you when you truly wish to leave.”
“You’re lucky you’re you” you smiled sitting back down. “Oh do I get privileges? Or pity points.” You pouted. “None do the above.” you walked over to her. “You’re lucky I like you.” She didn’t think much of it after she said it, but you did. “You like me?” She nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, you’re talkative and energetic, you really do have a kind heart and pure intentions, and all you really want is to be loved, I think that makes you wonderful..”
Briennes eyes widened when she realized what she just did, then she refused to meet your own, opting to just stay quiet until you said something or left. “Brienne-“ she interrupted you. “I’m sorry. That was- I don’t know I just spoke and I didn’t register what I was saying until I was done. I apologize.” You tilted your head searching her eyes, only to find embarrassment and adoration in them, you cupped her face and made her look at you. “Don’t apologize for that. You made me realize something.” She nodded, quiet and confused. “Do you really mean it?” Again a nod. “I do, my lady.” And you kissed her.
314 notes
·
View notes
Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers
Title: Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers
Menu: Twisted Wonderland
Beverage: Rose Milk Tea
Main Dish(es): Macarons
Side Dish(es): Pie: Pumpkin Pie
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warning: None
Summary: How did you meet Riddle? First thoughts? How did he realize he likes you? How did he confess? First date? First kiss? How is he as a boyfriend?
Notes: Y/N as always Gender Neutral.
First Meeting/First Thought
Riddle may have met you at the orientation but he paid no attention to you.
But because of your involvement with Ace and Deuce Riddle thinks that you’re a troublemaker as well.
He also belittled you for your lack of magic and education.
He didn’t really think much of you and thought of you as useless or unimportant.
“Y/N is such a troublemaker,” Riddle sips his tea. “Maybe you shouldn’t judge them to harshly,” Trey said siting down next to Riddle. “They’ve probably had a rough week.” Riddle crossed his legs. Riddle sighed, “They were an accomplice why shouldn’t I see them as troublesome.” Trey looked at Riddle. “It’s surprising how much trouble a magic-less person can cause,” Riddle said sternly. “Riddle…” Trey sighed giving up cause once Riddle makes up his mind there’s no changing it.
Realizes He Likes You
After Riddle's overblot, he apologize you for his actions and you two become very good friends.
Ever since he always wants to impress you.
Riddle always invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties. He also always wants Trey to make treats just for you.
Riddle asks Trey why he wants you to have the best and the fluffy feeling he has around you.
“I think you have a crush on them,” Trey told Riddle. Riddle ponder, A crush? I don’t remember ever having one. Of course Mother never let me talk to others… “So I have on them? What do I do?” Riddle asked. He stepped a little closer to Trey waiting for an answer. “Well some people wait for them to pass or some tell them,” Trey wiped his hand with the towel. “I suggest to tell them.” Riddle freaked out a bit. Tell you how? He thanked Trey and went to his dorm brainstorming ideas of how to confess to you.
How Did He Confess
Today just was not his day. He was definitely hit by a bad luck spell. He planned out this whole speech, gifts, how you would react, he prepared himself for rejection.
He went to find you after class. He couldn’t find you! After an hour of searching he finally found you.
His carefully planned speech gone he couldn’t remember! He forgot the gifts! Ace messed up a spell it went flying to you! Everything was going wrong… You two left and it started rain!
He gave up. He just yelled that he loves you and wants to be with you. He kept yelling nonsense until you told him you liked him back.
“Y/N I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!” Riddle screams. It was pouring and the perfect day he planned went astray. Riddle started yelling nonsense. “Riddle Riddle RIDDLE!” You yelled. Riddle stopped he looked at you. “Riddle I love you too!” you said. “But don’t scream it terrifying!” You laughed and hugged Riddle. Maybe today was so bad.
First Date/First Kiss
Riddle learned from his mistakes he checked the weather made sure nothing would happen but mentally prepared himself if something went wrong.
He took you to a fancy restaurant outside of the school. He thought it be nice for you to get out (he also didn’t wanna see Floyd)
He paid everything and even took you shopping!
When he walked you to Ramshackle you gave him thank you kiss. You left him flustered and he walked back to Heartslabyul happily!
“Thanks for the amazing date!” You smiled. “Of course you need the best,” Riddle held you hand. You two walked towards Ramshackle. “Well thanks bye Riddle,” you gave Riddle a kiss. You waved bye and left Riddle flustered. “Yea bye…” He trailed off watching you close the door. He touched his lips and softly smiled. He walked back to Heartslabyul happily. He was a little less strict than usual.
General Boyfriend Headcannons
Any date you go on Riddle overthinks everything. Thinking it has to perfect which you always remind him it doesn’t matter.
He still invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties but wants you to sit next to him.
He always offers to tutor you in anything you don’t understand.
He tends to be more lenient with you when you break the rules but still expects you to follow them.
He doesn’t like PDA but likes it when you’re alone and you give him affection.
Ok so I’m gonna do this for every character in twisted wonderland and than other fandoms!
129 notes
·
View notes
Hi! I liked your work about Katsuki and I wanna make a request now). Imagine like fem reader has lava quirk, and in childhood, when she only got it, she wound herself and got big burn scar on her leg, like a little bit below the knee to just above the foot, I hope you understand me. She's really insecure about it and always wears pants or skirt with stockings. She's dating Katsuki about few months and still doesn't want to show it, but ofc he notices it. Reader in A class too btw. English is not my native language, sorry for mistakes. Thank you🥰
always
☆ summary ☆ bakugo helps his girlfriend realize how beautiful she actually is.
☆ warnings ☆ cursing, soft bakugo (run) , lava quirk ! fem reader
☆ word count ☆ 875
you started dating bakugo a couple months ago, the blonde actually asking you out after weeks of being close friends.
you loved bakugo.
how he would stay up late making you food because he didn’t want you “eating that junky shit from the vending machine.”
or how he would play with your hair—sometimes tugging teasingly to get on your nerves.
but with all the times you’ve slept over, or went to change—you always wore pants or hid in the bathroom.
sometimes the long shorts you were wearing would rise up, causing you to quickly yank them down and hope your boyfriend didn’t notice.
it’s not like you thought bakugo would judge you, but sometimes he came off harsher than he thought.
never towards you, but to others.
the names he would call izuku, or the punches he would give to eijiro whenever the red head made a remark.
“y/n?” bakugo’s voice called, waving his hand in front of your face making you snap out of it.
“hm?” you hummed, turning your head towards him and giving him a small smile.
your leg was itchy and on fire, not literally. but after the incident your scar would still throb and burn, causing you to lather it with lotion almost everyday.
“you aren’t paying attention,” he sighed, leaning back and running his hands over his face, an aggravated groan leaving his lips.
“i’m sorry,” you frowned, “these jeans are just…really itchy.”
katsuki got up abruptly and shoved his textbook into his bag, then going to take your hand and drag you away from the library table.
“kats wha-”
“we’re going back to my dorm.”
you let him drag you in silence, chewing on your bottom lip as your mind raced—your leg feeling like it was set on fire.
bakugo lead you into his room before sitting you on his bed, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest.
“what’s going on?” he asked, eyes narrowed onto yours as your brows furrowed together.
“what’re you talking about, kats?” you mumbled, your hands going down to scratch at your leg, a bad habit you’ve picked up throughout the years.
“stop that.”
“stop what?”
“stop scratching your leg,” he spat, going to grab your wrist and pull it away, he was gentle though.
he was always gentle with you.
“i know why you do that,” he added, his fingers not leaving your wrist as his other hand went to hover over your leg.
“i’ve seen it before.”
your eyes widened as your mouth went agap, bakugo hesitating to lay his hand over your leg.
“why do you hide it from me?”
you knew one day he’d ask, bring back memories that were shoved deep inside you. but you never expected it to be so soon.
“i j-just…” you trailed off before letting out a sigh, “think it’s ugly.”
katsuki’s eyebrows perked up as his mouth went agap, his fingers soon coming up to flick you in the head—causing you to whine and glare at him.
“don’t ever call yourself ugly, you understand?”
“b-but,” you tried defending yourself but he was quick to cut you off.
“i don’t date ugly people. and my girlfriend is sure as hell far from ugly—you’re the most beautiful goddamn woman i’ve seen in my life.”
although he was scowling and trying to act tough, you could tell he meant every word he said, softness laced in his voice as he ran his finger soothingly up and down your leg.
“what about my scar?” you whispered after a moment of silence, bakugo letting his eyes wander down to your jeans that covered your legs.
he let his fingers come up to play with the button, his eyes looking into yours as he waited for your consent.
you gave him a small nod, bakugo then carefully undoing the button before pulling them down your legs, your arms moving back onto the bed to help lift your butt up.
although some would see this as a sexual gesture—it was far from it. katsuki made sure to make you feel safe and comfortable with him, not overstepping any boundaries.
he finally revealed the scar that laid large on your leg, a wince leaving your lips out of habit.
“this scar is a reminder of how strong you are,” he said, leaning down to kiss the tender skin before looking up at you, “you should wear it with pride.”
“…besides, you look fucking hot with it.”
you slapped him playfully as a giggle escaped your lips, bakugo smiling as he reached up to peck your forehead.
“you really mean that, kats?”
“which part? because yes you look hot as hell-”
you shoved him with a smile before running your fingers through his hair, his hand still resting on your bare leg as you scratched his scalp.
“all of it,” you whispered, playfully taking a piece of hair and tugging softly, making him crack a smile.
“always.”
453 notes
·
View notes
…
Okay this is my first time venting abt this, so please forgive me. If you don’t want to read this, that’s fine just continue scrolling.
Oh? Still here? Alright
Okay, I’m gonna be honest with all of you, the “PSA” thing that happened months ago is still on my mind and I’m tired of pretending that I’ve moved on with it, bc I haven’t.
Now I know you all are possibly wondering “Floof that was months ago, why are you still holding on?”
If someone were to accuse you of such disgusting acts that caused some people to block you would you be bitter abt it too? And the answer varies but for me yes!
I have dedicated this blog to be as SFW as possible and for someone to say such a thing without doing the proper investigation themselves is disgusting to me.
They made me afraid of talking to others on the inbox without using anon in fear of being judged
Bc of them, my reputation to some is ruined, people blocked me bc of my interests, bc of the things I like. Bc of who I am….
But noo! They decided to make a post abt it and “warn” the others abt me whereas they could’ve talked to me abt it and get actual clarification
Then again, they also could’ve read my blog’s description. But they didn’t do that did they?
“Some blog looks weird to me but I don’t wanna talk abt it directly to them to get accurate answers? Post how nasty they are! A blog doesn’t come to my standards? Post abt it!” /sarcasm
But ofc I’d be the villain of the story if I speak out abt it (heck even harassed too!) but screw it I am.
I hate it when some people do that, this is immature behavior. And coming from a minor? That’s saying smth.
And the fact they literally had the audacity, to excuse agere and not tickling. (No hate/offense to those that are in the agere community)
the creator of said post had said “oh I think it was for comfort I excuse that” …excuse me?
Like as if tickling can’t be a comfort too?? As if agere can’t be a k!nk to some as well???? (Math ain’t mathing)
However, this could’ve been a mistake on my end with the tagging and filtering (I didn’t really know how it really worked back then). And if it’s the case I apologize.
But I just want to let off some steam on this situation, however, please do not attack or confront this person that made this assumption on my blog to those that know. I…honestly want an apology, something that won’t come ever in my life, and I’ve made my piece with that part.
I honestly try to be as nice and optimistic as I can on this blog but I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t bottle up my emotions anymore abt this. Call me toxic, a grudge holder, but honestly this hurt me so much (emotionally to why and how could someone do this).
But there are people out there in the world that do this for kicks and giggles. And all I can do is try to move on, but there is one thing that I’m grateful that God gave me. Being the mature one.
21 notes
·
View notes
Night Ties
Summary: You were a very famous hunter monsters, one day you decide to go after a famous vampier, but he was very aware of that and he change all your life.
Paring: Helmut Zemo Vampire x F!Reader Human
Words count: 3595 words
Warnings: +18 explicit, mention of blood, poor written smut, p in v, spanks, unprotected sex, bitting, ropes, bondage, desk sex, a little CNC, bondage. fingering, dominant/submissive.
Author’s note: Holas, I was writting this long ago, but I kinda forget when I get obsses with Ch.ai and all that, but here it is, I might be writting more of Zemo in the future. Please feel free to write me for any mistake I made or any suggestion.
You had begun to make a name for yourself within the small towns that were frightened by all those over-natural beings. It was many of those people that lived dominated by supernatural beings, whether they were werewolves, witches, vampires, etc. However, among the people they were more feared and dominated by vampires and werewolves.
It was for that reason that you began to gain popularity, you were known as part of the good cause dedicated to killing or hunting such beings. Not only were you doing that, but they were very few, not many survived them, and for that very reason it was that very few wanted to take their lives to kill a few of them. The few people who did so had a reason to simply want to get rid of them.
You did it for revenge, your mother had been killed by one of them, all the people you lived in had been attacked by werewolves, but it was not them who killed your mother, you had managed to flee before they saw them. Deep in the woods when they thought the werewolves could no longer find them, they stayed for a moment near a river to grab strength and find safety, yet their mother heard noises in the distance, afraid that something might happen to you, I took her to a small cave near the river, told her to rest there and come out until there was sunlight. With the ingenuity of a child, he was obvious and did what I ask, when the light came out he called his mother without any answer from her, came out of the small cave, I looked for her by the gunmen until he found her pale and lifeless body.
She wasn’t looking to find the killers who killed her mother, because she knew she’d never find him, she knew it wasn’t human, what killed her, she knew it was what killed her, but again she wasn’t looking for her killer to never happen to anyone else. He was aware that he could not kill each of them, but with his perseverance and courage he could perhaps make more people unite and decide to end the dominance of these beings.
You had come to a small town where it was dominated by vampires, especially a special one. You knew how to deal with vampires, you’d learned from your group, they’d taught you their weaknesses especially. You could say that you were a little popular not only among humans but also within these "monsters", they had divided to hunt these vampires, it was expected that the majority lived in mansions or even castles, were arrogant and presumed most of them, but they were also intelligent, manipulative and persuasive.
You had decided to go ahead, you already had experience you did not believe that something could go wrong, so you had made a plan to get into that castle, which was simple, it was not like vampires had bodyguards or anything. They didn’t watch the whole castle, so you looked for a room that nobody had set foot in many years ago.
That’s how you ended up like this now, kneeling, your hands tied on a short chain that was stuck on the floor. You heard a few steps and saw a man dressed elegantly, his hair well-groomed. —What a foolish, hunter— he sneered, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. —I’m surprised you made it this far. You must be very brave or very dumb— You only stare at him as if you look could kill him. —Don't look at me like that, darling. Who are you to judge me? You are the one trespassing on my home. I could kill you right now for your insolence, if I so desired. But I feel... merciful— He say getting closer to him, in your position you have to look up to him, feeling like so insignificant in that position. —I don't know if you are brave or foolish, or just a bit of both— He was now very close to you, you feel his hand touching your cheek —You intrigue me.—
That took you for surprised other vampires they have just taken all your blood of your body and leave you completely drain. —How can I intrigue you? — Your voice sounds almost sarcastic, but there was confusion there. —Oh, little one, you’re so much more than “just a human”— He leans down and run a finger along your face, gently stroking your chin and jawline. —You have hunted my kind… Even I don’t really care about those ones, is really fascinating to see someone like you murdered that kind of vampires— He takes your chin tilting up so you can his eyes, his crimson red eyes, you could not deny that I cause you to send a chill in your spine. —But that doesn’t take the fact you’re very foolish to come to my home and try to kill me… You’re here not just by coincidence, I bring you here you alone… Ever since I found out about your existence, which wasn’t a year ago, I’ve been watching every step you take, every decision you make, piqued my curiosity, my dear… Of course I had to bring you here with me.—You feel his fingers caressing your chin as he doesn’t let you go, the two of them staring. —M-my friends… They know I’ll come here, they’ll get worried and they’ll come here to help me— Your voice trying sound convinced that they will come to rescue you. —Yes, they certainly would come here and try to rescue you… But let me ask you a question... Do you know how many hunters have entered my domain? How many have existed?… Like I told you, you’re here because I want you to be here alone, I know where your friends are, and I know who are with them, I can make your friends get killed right now, but I will not do that yet…—He says in a threatening voice —B-but there are a lot of people that know me… Th-they will get worried… And they know I’m here— You say with a desperation tone —Hmmm... I'm sure there are many that know you, yes. But what will they do about it, hmm? Come to my domain? The place where hunters never return from? I admire your courage, my love, but I do not think your "friends" are going to come rescue you... And talking about your friends, I know you love them because you see a family in them.— Your eyes get worried and surprised —What if we make a deal… You have two options, you can stay here and we both wait for your friends and I killed them one by one, slowly and painfully in front of you… Or you can save them by submitting to me and save them, but you have to behave or there will be punishments for you for your bad behavior… You’ll have to write a letter to your friends saying that you retired from vampire hunting, that you found love and now you’ll dedicate yourself to staying with him and pleasing him in all his spades… Now take your decision, but we don’t have all day, darling so you better hurry up— You couldn’t believe that not only he have trapped you, now you have to submit to him to save your friends, he’s using them to get you, and he’s achieved it. You don’t have any option. You regret coming alone and not waiting for others to accompany you.
He kneels before you, his head moves to your neck as you can feel his breath, he lift a trail of kiss on the side of your neck —Frist I want a little bite, I want to taste your sweet blood— his teeth and fangs brush in your neck, you can feel the sharp of his fangs on your neck, then you feel how his fangs they break through your skin, you bite your lip trying to not make any noise, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the sound of your pain. He sucks your blood for a few minutes, you start looking dark circles as you feel more weak until you close your eyes and you remain unconscious.
When you wake up, you were laying on the ground, your hands remain tied, you tried to sit down but your body was so weak, you didn´t know how long you were there locked. You don’t have any other option, so you have to access his deal. He comes back after some time. —Did you take your decision?— He looks down at you, looking deep at your eyes, you only could nod —I’ll submit to you— Your eyes look down as you say that, he smiles at your choice, he kneels and take your chin looking at your eyes. —Good girl. I will untie you, I know you’re weak so you can’t attack me, even if you try you only have your hands to try it, darling.— He takes the handcuffs in your wrists, you don’t even try to do anything, he lifts you up in his shoulder, your tired eyes didn’t even look the way he is taking you, until you feel the soft mattress of the bed, after a few minutes you fall asleep.
You couldn’t believe after years of hunting and killing vampires you end up cleaning the castle of a vampire. You were walking in a corridor and open one of the rooms, you look around and see there were black curtains on the wall, that’s when you notice it wasn’t a wall is a window, you open the curtain and you realize it wasn’t evening yet, you calculated around 4 or 5 pm, that means the sun was still up. You haven’t noticed the time until right now, and after Zemo wasn’t around, you could escape you have a few hours before the sun sets.
You didn’t take too much to find a door that leads to the yard, and for your luck it wasn’t locked. You open the door and go out, you see your surroundings and walk through the yard, it didn’t take you long to arrive in the forest that surrounded the castle, you walk with joy to the forest, without noticing there were two deep eyes looking you walk in the forest.
One of Zemo’s butler have notified about your “escape”. —My Lord, the lady has run away to the forest alone, I think she’s trying to escape, but I don’t think she might go too far after the sun sets… I know the forest is very tricky for someone doesn’t know it— Of course Zemo knows the forest like the palm of his hand.
Zemo looks up at the butler with a sharp look. —Very good, I'll take care of it.— He says, as he stands up from his desk. —Thank you for the information.— Once the butler leaves, Zemo smiles slightly to himself. —Run away, have you, my love? So eager for danger, eh?— He thinks for himself looking at the window of his room.
When the sun went down, Zemo went out to look for you soon enough to find you, you were lost and your solution was to climb a tree to the top and see from above, which clearly did not work and only served to stay trapped in one of the branches, you couldn’t get off and you probably stayed there for a few minutes until I found you —Do you know what a stubborn and foolish creature you truly are, my love? — He gets close to you, but he did nothing to help you. —Can you help me please, sir? — You didn’t have any other option but plead for his help. His cold, dark eyes look down at you. —Why should I help you? You were so eager to leave. To run away. To defy me. And yet now, when you are caught, you beg me for help?— You weren’t in a position to act up and try to get the worst out of him —Don't worry dear, I already have an idea of what to do with you…– You watch him walk away, he didn't come back after some minutes, you were scared and cold, you couldn't see anything in the darkness of the night.—
Of course, he leave you in the damn tree for a few hours and then one of his servants brings you back to your room. You wake up in your bed, one of the servants enters after some minutes to your room, he was very nice to you, he serves you food and make sure you weren’t hurt last night. Until he mention that Zemo wanted to see you in his room after you have eaten, your face goes pale you know the reason why he wanted to see you.
You finish your food and get dressed before to go to Zemo’s room, with a soft knock at the door you make your presence noticeable to him, you heard him talk in the inside of the room, you open the door and Zemo look up to you to meet your gaze. –Do you want to see me, sir? – You asked when you enter into the room –Yes come here, darling– You obey and stand closer to him, he stands up from his chair behind the desk –So, darling… You have a bad behaviour last night, and you know the consequences of your bad behaviour– He moves behind you while he talks, you softly nod when he finishes, feeling his hands on your hips caressing slowly you feel your cheeks getting hot, you couldn't help but bite your lip when you feel his lips brushing your neck, leaving light kisses, You bite your lip as he moves closer to that sensitive spot on your neck, his kisses getting more longer as he was close to that sensitive spot, you almost moan when you know he was about to kiss you there but instead he pats your hips lightly and pull away slightly. –This is a punishment, my dear. I know you're enjoying this and maybe you get a little more if you behave after your punishment… Now bend over the desk. – He says in a commanding tone, you didn't hesitate and do it, one of his hands move to tease your legs, his fingers brushing your thighs lifting slowly the hem of your dress, your face now red for the situation, he saw the way you press your thighs together, his fingers move to pull down your panties slowly until the small fabric falls on the floor.
—Such a pretty thing… See how obedient you can be— You bite your lip when his hand starts to caress your ass cheek, in the unexpected moment he slaps your ass a little to hard to make you moan, Zemo smirk when he gets a reaction from you. You heard one of the drawers open, you couldn’t see what is going on, you just wait impatiently. Then you feel his hands covered in the gloves of leather caressing your thighs –Oh darling we gonna have so much fun– he leans closer to you in a soft whisper, his hot breath against your ear, as you feel his grown erection inside your ass —I want you to count this one, I want you to count 20 and then I’ll stop, but if you don't say it loudly and right I’m gonna start again. — He pulls away and his hand caresses your ass cheek with the glove leather then again he slaps your ass, the leather makes your soft skin sting —O-one… — a soft moan come out of your mouth.
The slaps get even harder when the number gets higher, making you more difficult to count right —I didn't hear you right, sweetheart he has to start again… — You were for the 17 slap after start over 3 times, his slaps get harder every time you make him repeat.
After several times, you finally reach to 20, you couldn’t believe how much your ass sting and hurt, you didn't have to look to see how red it was, as you couldn't believe how wet your inner thighs and folds were, you don't want to admit how turn it on you have get when he spanks you. Zemo look at you with satisfaction, he leans closer to you, a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel the rough fabric of leather caressing your inner thighs —Such a good girl… Already so wet for me, that was supposed to be a punishment not for you to enjoy— He chuckled softly, his hands moving to your wet folds, a soft moan leaves your lips as you feel his finger teasing your folds to your clit making slow circles, making you squirm under him, with a warning he push two of his fingers deep inside of you the leather glove makes his finger more thick, he moves his hands in a slow pace, he was enjoying the way you squirm under him, your little whimpers and moans. —You're so responsive— he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive. —I can feel every pulse, every quiver. You belong to me now, don't you? — His voice possessive close to your ear in a whisper —Y-yes, I’m yours… — You whine, you were so close to your orgasm. —That's what I want to hear— he says, pushing another digit inside you. —You're mine and you'll do as I say. — His fingers thrust into you in a faster pace, filling you up completely.
—You’ll cum when I say you can— With that he continues to finger you, his other hand moves closer to your clit, his fingers start rubbing that sensitive nub. Your walls squeezing his fingers as you were trying to not cum in his hand, not until he tells you that you can. You squirm and beg for him to let you come.
—Cum for me, sweetheart… Cum around my fingers. — And you did, you cum around his fingers with a loud cry, he continue milking your organs moving his fingers in and out while he continues rubbing your clit. He stops when you finally finish your orgasm, he withdraw his fingers slowly, a soft whine comes out of your mouth.
You close your eyes for a few seconds trying to get your breath –Don’t fall asleep already, sweetheart… I'm not close to finish with you. – You try to turn to look at him when you feel the tip of his cock on your swollen folds, he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushed into you, filling you up with his length. You only could moan loudly and squirm under him. Your tightness around him felt incredible as he began to thrust slowly, taking his time to stretch you out. —So tight and warm for me… — His lips curled into a smile as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your moans and gasps of pleasure. You don't want to admit it, but he was making you feel the pleasure you never though you could get. Zemo moves to kiss your neck and shoulders as he continues thrusting in you in a rough pace, his grip on your hips was strong, that's gonna leave you bruises the next day. You cry louder when you feel his fangs break the skin in your shoulder, taking your blood. —So sweet and all mine— he whisper on your ear after take some blood of your body, his hand move to your clit, he moan when he feel your inner walls clenching around his cock, he pick more faster and rougher the pace, you can feel the tip of his cock hitting om your cervix, making you squirm under him, you didn't even think straight in that moment he was fucking you deep and senses that you only moan and whimper, you have lost the count of how many times he had make you cum.
Seeing you all ruin for the pleasure just arouse more Zemo, he grabs your face making you to face him and he takes you in a messy kiss, with a deep thrust his cum inside of you filling you up with his warm seed.
Zemo stays inside of you for a few seconds as he catches his breath, you were laying on his desk, blushing and panting, he pulls out of you, his seed come out of your swollen pussy, dripping on your thighs and floor, your red ass checks just give him the imagination of you that he wants —What a messy girl you are, What you're “fans” will think of you? Their little hunter here on my desk all marked by me, you don't want they find out the truth about you? That you enjoy being my little maid and warm my bed. Don't worry, my love that's not gonna happen, because you're mine and you will stay here by my side—
You try to run away a few more times, but the punishment gets even worse with the time that you start to get used to stay around him, you even start to crave for his touch and his sweet words, you fall in love with him, and now you were tied to him for the rest of your life.
22 notes
·
View notes
“hold still. this might sting a little” w vin cause i think that would be super cute and i’m curious what you’ll do with that hehehe
skateboard lesson || vinnie hacker x reader
dating vinnie meant spending a lot of your time at the skatepark, alongside eamon and the rest of the boys.
while your boyfriend was off on a half pipe somewhere and attempting a new trick, you would settle yourself onto a nearby bench where you would mostly read and stand guard of the group’s belongings.
when you weren’t reading, you would find yourself in a trance watching everyone skate by doing the most amazing move. you were in awe of the talent around you.
if you were being honest, you had always wanted to learn to skateboard, now more than ever since you’d befriended so many skaters, but you felt too intimidated to ask vinnie or one of the boys to teach you. you were scared you would embarrass yourself somehow, and the idea of that alone kept you away and off a board.
you were so entranced by the people passing by you every few seconds, you hadn’t noticed vinnie sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck.
caught off guard by his arrival, you jumped at the sudden touch. “jesus, vin, a warning would’ve been nice. where’d you even come from?” you let out a sigh.
“sorry, baby. didn’t mean to scare ya. what’s going on the pretty mind of yours that’s got you distracted? i could see you zoned out from across the park.”
vinnie sat beside you on the bench as you passed him a water bottle, noticing how out of breath he was. “oh, nothing really. i was just watching everyone skate. you were doing good out there,” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“why don’t you come join us?” vinnie asked excitedly. “i bet you would do even better than me, baby.” he praised, trying to convince you.
“that’s okay, i’m good right here on my nice bench. maybe another time.” you replied quickly, attempting to shut down the idea.
“baby, i see the way you watch everyone while we’re here. i know you want to try it, so c‘mom. for me, please.” he begged while looking down at you with the big puppy eyes that were hard to say no to.
“but i don’t wanna embarrass myself, vin.” you murmured while fidgeting with the rings wrapped around vinnie’s fingers. “everyone here is so good, i’ll look stupid.”
“my love,” he softly placed his hand on your cheek, moving you to face him. “you could never look stupid. and even if you made a mistake, that’s okay. no one would judge you, you’re learning baby.”
you looked down bashfully before agreeing. “fine, but nothing too crazy. i’m not going near the bowl or whatever you call it.”
“of course, baby. we’ll start with what you’re comfortable with.” he smiled in reassurance.
you always adored how sweet and gentle vinnie was, especially in times when you were feeling more anxious than normal, like then, for example.
he used his free hand, that wasn’t holding the skateboard, to grab yours and guide you over to the corner of the park where not too many people were.
he dropped the board onto the pavement once he found a spot he liked and began instructing you. “okay, you ready baby? we’re gonna start with first getting you on the board.”
you nodded, feeling slightly nervous.
“don’t worry, lovie, i’m not gonna let you fall. hold my hand.” he held it out for you to grab, pushing the board closer to you.
“okay so you’re going to put your left foot on the front right here.” he used his own foot to point to where he meant. “and then your right will go here.”
you stepped onto the board with ease, suprised with how simple it actually was.
“perfect, baby. you’re a natural,” vinnie said with a smile spreading across his face.
“now what?” you questioned.
“you want to try to move now?” he asked gently, not wanting to push you past what you felt comfortable with.
“yeah, why not. i’m already up here.” you giggled.
“that’s my girl!”
butterflies formed in your stomach at his words. you blushed as he continued to speak, “so you want to use this foot to kick off and push yourself. and then this one to keep yourself steady and steer.”
seemed simple enough, you thought to yourself.
you did exactly as vinnie instructed, and just like that you were moving. it was much easier to balance yourself on the board than you expected. and much to your surprise, you were actually doing it, and enjoying it too.
everything was going well until another skater came flying towards you and you panicked, unsure of what to do. vinnie forget to tell you how to stop.
you hastily tried to jump off the board and out of the way of the person coming at you, but it quickly backfired when you tripped over your own skateboard and landed straight on your ass.
vinnie rushed over to your side, checking to see if you were okay. he was scanning over your body for injuries when he noticed a large cut on your knee. “you okay, baby? does it hurt?” he asked, his eyes full of worry.
you only nodded in response as your lips began to quiver, you never did well with pain.
vinnie then remembered he kept a small emergency kit in his car for situations like this. “you’re gonna be okay, my love. i’m going to grab the first aid kid from the car and i’ll be right back, okay baby?”
as he started to jog towards the parking lot, he yelled over to eamon, “stay with my girl please.”
you smiled shyly as eamon began walking towards you concerned.
a minute later vinnie was back by your side, and clearly out of breath from running. he began rummaging through the small box of first aid supplies.
once he found what he was looking for, he grabbed the water bottle sitting next to him and poured some over your wound to clean it before using hydrogen peroxide.
he poured the liquid onto a gauze pad so it would be a little less harsh on your skin. “hold still. this might sting a little.”
you reached for his hand to squeeze as he began dabbing the pad around the cut. “you’re doing so good, baby. almost done, mkay. just a little bit left.” he whispered in your ear, trying to calm you.
a few moments later, you were all cleaned up and vinnie was just finishing up applying a bandaid to cover the area. “perfect. you’re good as new, sweetheart.” he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“thank you for taking care of me,” you cooed.
“of course, lovie. it’s my job. now why don’t we go get some ice cream? i think you’ve had enough of skateboarding for today.”
517 notes
·
View notes