#knuckles is insecure ok

[gaymaramada]

Now I’m Hopeless

Summary: Sonic tapped his foot incessantly, wracking his brain for any logical reasoning behind what had just happened that morning. It wasn’t his fault, right? No, it couldn’t have been. He was in the right. He had to be.

(Or: Sonic and Knuckles make it official - Knuckles is ecstatic and isn't afraid to show it, but Sonic begins to feel like he's biting off more than he can chew.)

Pairing: Boom! Sonic X Knuckles

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Language and a lil snippet of spiciness

Word Count: 5,481

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43370349

Sonic tapped his foot incessantly, wracking his brain for any logical reasoning behind what had just happened that morning. It wasn’t his fault, right? No, it couldn’t have been. He was in the right. He had to be.

A couple of weeks ago, he and Knuckles had been playing video games together, when out of nowhere, the echidna had paused the game and asked, “Hey, you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Sonic’s reaction was extremely graceful if he did say so himself, and he certainly hadn’t sputtered around his straw and snorted soda through his nose, leaving him coughing violently for the next three minutes. A very awkward conversation followed, consisting of Knuckles listing off every single moment where they’ve behaved like more than just casual bros, Sonic’s face burning hotter and hotter (and not from the soda in his sinuses), and an uncharacteristically sincere confession from the both of them, eventually leading to the two of them tying the knot.

Knuckles was absolutely delighted, immediately wanting to climb to the tallest mountain on the island and scream out into the horizon that he had a boyfriend, but Sonic was quick to stop him.

“We’ll just…take baby steps, okay?” He’d told him, “Y’know, keep things subtle before telling everybody that we’re dating.”

Knuckles had been a bit pouty about it but ultimately agreed, stating that he was down with “whatever makes my boyfriend more comfortable”, sending more blood to Sonic’s cheeks.

Several days had passed, and Sonic felt content. No, really, he did. By day, he was still smashing robots, enjoying lunch with his team, and playing soccer at the rec center. By evening, he and Knuckles would spend time together; hanging out at the beach, challenging each other to see who could throw the rock the farthest, and relaxing at his shack as the sun set. Things were good.

But then Knuckles had handed him a little blue flower he’d picked from the edge of the forest, his grin ecstatic as he told him “It looks like you!” before placing it behind the hedgehog’s ear without a care in the world.

And Sonic felt…weird. He’d felt something in his chest lurch, and his stomach was getting all tingly. His face was getting hot again, and he wanted to splash some ice water on it. He’d never felt like this before, and all the echidna had done was give him a flower. A flower! Who freaks out over a flower?!

Things got stranger as the days went on, and Knuckles was getting more and more comfortable with showing his affection: he often gave Sonic little trinkets — a random stone he’d found, a colorful leaf he’d picked up, even a scrap of metal from one of Eggman’s destroyed robots that kind of looked like a face — and had been getting very comfortable with running his mouth. Every other sentence he’d said to him was so insanely sincere : “Your laugh is really cute,” or “You okay? I can carry you if you want,” or “You’re super cool to be with, you know that?”

Contact had also been a growing habit. Every second he could, Knuckles had a hand on his back, his shoulder, his waist, even his face if he was able. It all seemed to be effortless, almost automatic to the echidna, as he didn’t seem to give it a second thought. Sonic, meanwhile, felt overloaded with the fluttering in his stomach starting to make him nauseous and his heart beating way too fast — which shouldn’t even be possible for him! Worst of all, he was beginning to feel eyes on him as people began to notice their intimate behavior. Whispers met the hedgehog’s ears, giggles echoed from across the block, and Sonic felt himself growing more and more anxious with every passing second.

So he confronted Knuckles, bringing him aside so they could discuss their agreement to be more discreet about their relationship. He told the other teen that he’d been getting a bit too handsy, and was starting to break his boundaries. Knuckles had given him a sheepish look, awkwardly apologizing for getting carried away but promising to tone it down a bit while in public, but Sonic wasn’t done. He didn’t want it to stop while in public, he wanted it to stop entirely.

That had made Knuckles’ face drop, and the tone of the conversation took a sudden turn, “Wait, what?”

“It’s just…too much, okay?” Sonic reasoned, “All the…the touching and the compliments and the gifts…it’s not necessary.”

“But…” Knuckles visibly deflated, “but I’m your boyfriend…right?”

Sonic’s stomach turned but he did his best to ignore it, “You are, but that doesn’t mean you need to be all lovey-dovey about it! We can just act the same way we always have, it’s just now we’re dating, you know? Keep it casual.”

“But I don’t want it to be the way it was!” Knuckles exclaimed, his shoulders rising again, now from frustration, “If I wanted that, I wouldn’t have asked you out! What’s the point of dating if we’re not gonna act like it?”

“Knux, I’m not a romantic person, okay?” Sonic pinched the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to ignore the heaviness in his chest, “We can still be together, I just don’t want it to be this obvious thing. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Knuckles scoffed, actually scoffed like Sonic had said something blasphemous, “Your reputation? Dude, no one’s gonna care that you have a boyfriend! If anything, it makes you look cooler! Why wouldn’t you want to—”

And then he’d stopped, and Sonic felt something in his chest halt, too. The echidna’s brows furrowed, and his lips curled down into a frown, his jaw dropping just a bit lower. He huffed, blinking at the hedgehog as he stood up straight, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“You don’t want to be seen with me.”

It wasn’t a question. Knuckles’ voice had dropped significantly, his tone uncharacteristically flat. Sonic thought his heart would explode out of his chest, “…What?”

“You’re ashamed of me,” Knuckles reiterated, his face curling into a sneer, “That’s why you’ve been so weird about this. I mean, Gods forbid the whole town found out that you were in a relationship with the biggest meathead on the island, huh?”

Sonic’s heart dropped into his stomach, “H-hey, Knux, come on—”

“No! That’s it, isn’t it?” He raised his voice despite the waver that was forming within it, “You think I’m just some dumb trophy boy that you can brag about when people try to ask you out like ‘Oh, sorry, I have a boyfriend!’ but you won’t bother to tell them that it’s me, right?!”

Sonic felt guilt begin to pile up in his core. He panicked, “Knuckles, you’re blowing this way out of proportion—”

“Aha! Now you’re trying to gaslight me!” The echidna pointed, “You really do think I’m clueless!”

“Dude, I never said that—!”

“Yes, you have!” His voice cracked as his eyes went glassy, “Every time I make a mistake or do something stupid, you give me that look! That look like I don’t know anything! Like I’m only good for punching stuff! I may not be the sharpest hammer in the box, but I do have feelings, you know!”

Sonic felt cornered, both by Knuckles and the overwhelming emotions that were flooding his chest. Knuckles’ words felt like a stab to the heart, but he didn’t want to go into the complications of why. He was in a fight, and he had to win. The familiar taste of spite washed over his tongue, and he spoke without thinking, “Okay, well maybe you are an idiot! No one with more than two brain cells would ever jump to conclusions the way you’re doing! And by the way, it’s ‘sharpest knife in the drawer’! If you’re gonna argue with me, at least get your idioms right!”

Knuckles gasped dramatically, his hand going to his chest, and Sonic braced himself for a pair of fists — if this was how things were gonna go down, he would be ready for it. But that wasn’t what he got.

No, what he got was much worse.

A tear. Then two, then several more dripped down the other’s cheeks as his lip quivered. Violet eyes darted away from him as the echidna shrunk into himself, suddenly looking very, very small. When he spoke again, his voice was shaky and watery.

“I really thought you liked me.”

Sonic wanted to sink into the floor and rot.

Knuckles had run off after that, his face in his hands as crocodile tears fell off his chin. Sonic just stood there, not even watching him go, but just staring ahead toward nothing in particular.

What…what just happened?

And now, here he was, sitting on his porch bouncing his leg and working at his bottom lip. He’d calm down eventually, right? He’d understand what Sonic meant, and they could go back to normal, right?

Normal. What did that entail exactly? Was it limited to sideways glances and friendly pats on the back? Or did it include those softer moments, where he’d sink under the weight of a larger hand over his shoulder, his eyes fluttering as a thumb gently pressed against that one tender spot by his neck, or that giddy feeling he’d get upon hearing him laugh, knowing he’d been the one to bring him that joy, or those gentle smiles directed his way, followed by sweet words in a tone that could only be described as pure adoration?

Sonic’s ears caught the sound of a soft whimper, and it took him a second to realize that he was the one that made it. He swallowed, crossing and uncrossing his ankles as he fought with his pride, desperate for something to solidify his reasoning, to prove himself right.

There was nothing. All he discovered were three very real truths:

One: He had real, genuine feelings for Knuckles.

Two: He liked those feelings, and he craved them more.

Three: He’d just ruined his chances of ever feeling them again.

Sonic fell onto his back and shoved his hands in his face, kicking his legs furiously as he all but screamed into his palms.

                                                             ~

Knuckles was nowhere to be found. Sonic asked all his friends, but apparently, none of them had seen him all day. He searched all around town, asking every person he saw if they’d passed by the red echidna. He zipped over to the nearby village and asked Earl if he’d seen him (he was also quick to shove him out of the way of an incoming horseshoe), but with no luck. He went to Gogoba village, hoping that maybe they’d seen him pass by (they hadn’t, but they said they’d be happy to help him look, it’s not like they had anything better to do like feed themselves or tend to the elderly or anything). Sonic even went so far as to bang on Eggman’s door to question the other’s whereabouts (Eggman had simply raised a brow and asked “Who the heck is Knuckles?”).

Hours later, the sun was beginning to set, and Sonic had no lead as to where the echidna could have gone. All his messages went unanswered. His nerves were shot, and it felt like there was a huge hole in the middle of his chest. He’d never messed up this bad before. He tried to wrack his brain for any other possible places Knuckles could be, but the nausea he was feeling was making it hard to think.

The hedgehog heaved a sigh. At this point, he may as well cut his losses and head back home. Maybe Knuckles would show back up in the morning. But then what? Would he still come by Meh Burger with the gang? Would he still fight alongside Sonic? Ugh, he could feel himself getting a headache.

Sonic turned back and prepared to dash back to his shack, his heart a heavy weight in his chest, when he heard something amongst the rustling leaves. A voice, gruff and grunting. A blue ear flicked curiously, and Sonic quietly made his way toward the source of the sound.

Not too far away, he found himself in a small clearing, one that he was sure he’d passed by on one of his runs before but had never given any second thought. Large boulders were scattered around the clearing in random places, and in the middle of them was none other than Knuckles, lifting each one and placing them back down again with a grunt.

On any other day, Sonic would have blinked in confusion, wondering just what the heck the echidna was up to. But right now, all judgment flew out the window as he ran up to the other excitedly, “Knux! There you are!”

The older boy turned at the voice, his expression curious, but it quickly dropped into a cold stare upon realizing who it belonged to before he turned back to the rocks. Sonic stopped in his tracks immediately, Knuckles’ expression feeling like a physical brunt against him. In all the time he’d spent searching for him, he’d almost forgotten why he’d run away in the first place. The young hero shifted on his feet, suddenly feeling alone in the clearing despite Knuckles’ presence.

He swallowed, then clicked his tongue, then buzzed his lips, then cleared his throat before eventually mustering the courage to speak, “So, uh…what’re you doing?”

For a long couple of seconds, the echidna didn’t answer him, and Sonic was ready to accept his fate of suffering the silent treatment. But then, the other finally responded in a low voice, “What’s it look like?”

“Uh,” Sonic scratched his cheek, “like you’re moving rocks around, I guess?”

Knuckles dropped another boulder, “Hmph. Congrats. You don’t need glasses.”

His voice was too low, Sonic noted. Too dry, almost monotone. Heck, Knuckles was giving Shadow a run for his money with how he was talking to him, and that was saying something. And the way he still refused to look over at him, to speak to him at all unless he’d been spoken to first?

Yeah. Sonic didn’t like this one bit.

He sucked in through his teeth, “So, hey, uh…you, um…y’know that feeling you get when you’re playing soccer, and you aim for the goal but then you miss it completely?”

No response. Roll with it, Sonic, roll with it, “And then, uh, like everyone on the team gets mad at you, and you try to tell them that you didn’t mean to miss, but it just kind of happened—”

“Sonic, if this is about this morning, I’d rather you didn’t try to talk about it through soccer metaphors,” Knuckles chided, lifting another boulder and tossing it over to his left. It was far away from where Sonic was standing, but he felt as if he’d just been violently crushed by it.

“Ah- yeah, uh,” The hedgehog felt stuck. He’d never seen Knuckles like this before; he’d seen him angry, sure, so angry that he’d considered working with Eggman a few times if it meant getting back at the person who’d wronged him. But this? This silent, cold apathy? He didn’t even know Knuckles was capable of that kind of anger.

“Knuckles, I…” He faltered, “Ugh, just…can you at least look at me?”

Knuckles tensed — and for a moment Sonic almost thought he saw guilt in his posture — before he sighed deeply and turned to face the other. He hardly looked any better than Sonic did, his eyes slightly pink and visibly exhausted. His expression was unreadable as he studied the hedgehog, looking him up and down a bit before meeting his eyes, “You, uh…been running?”

Sonic huffed out what was supposed to be a chuckle, but came out as more of an uncomfortable cough, “I mean…’s not much else I usually do.”

“Yeah,” Knuckles crossed his arms, his eyes darting elsewhere, “I guess.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sonic shifted from one foot to the other, silently hoping — begging — for Knuckles to say something else. He didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. He didn’t want to mess up again.

“You know,” Knuckles started, and Sonic tried not to sigh with relief, “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About keeping things casual. And…I think I figured out the problem.”

Sonic swallowed, “…Really?”

“Maybe you were right: maybe I’ve been too overbearing,” He continued, “Too forward. I mean, I asked you out completely out of the blue. That had to have been awkward.”

Sonic’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t like where this was going.

“And since then, I’ve been so focused on my feelings that I didn’t even consider yours,” Knuckles said, his posture slouching just a bit, revealing the hurt he was feeling despite his cold tone, “I should have known that you wouldn’t want to be all…’lovey-dovey’ about us being together.”

He looked back up at Sonic, his expression somber yet definite, “But I do; sometimes, I want things to be stupid and cheesy and over-the-top because…because those feelings are good! I like them! I mean, yeah, it felt kind of silly to give you flowers or whatever, but it was worth it to see the look on your face! I…I want to be proud of us being together!”

His shoulders slumped, his frown deepening, “But you don’t. And I was dumb to have not noticed until now.”

Every word out of the echidna’s mouth was driving Sonic up the wall. He felt like screaming, like ripping his quills out of his head and going on a long, violent tangent to the other about how none of this was his fault. This was all Sonic: Sonic and his weird, stupid, aggravating need to not show anything to the world other than confidence and dry wit. Sonic didn’t do relationships, he didn’t do dating, he didn’t do anything that could risk his walls coming down even the slightest bit. It scared him. Loving scared him.

(Gods, and he thought Shadow was emo.)

Sonic’s mouth opened and closed like he was a fish, wanting desperately to say something but not being able to use his voice. Seeing his struggle made Knuckles sigh, “It’s okay, man, you don’t have to say anything. You weren’t wrong; I’m not that smart. So, you don’t have to feel bad about anything.”

“…’m not…” Sonic mumbled, feeling like absolute slime right now.

The moment was being drawn out into the awkward stage, and Knuckles awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Look, uh…let’s just go home, okay? We can just put this behind us. No need to make things all weird or anything—”

“I’m a fucking asshole.”

That stopped him in his tracks, his eyes widening at the blunt comment from Sonic. Sonic hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, but now that he’d started, his lips moved faster than his head could keep up, “I’m…I’m not good at this, I-I never have been. I act like I’m a huge flirt with people but it’s always over the most shallow things. I’ve never actually had real feelings for anyone. I mean, yeah, there’s been the occasional crush, but it’s never been more than that. I’ve never felt as… weird as I do with you, like- like I’m about to throw up but in a good way? Or like I’ve been spindashing for way too long and suddenly I can’t stand up straight. I’m not used to it, and it freaked me out so I tried to fix it but I just made things worse and I panicked, I took it out on you, and then you ran away, and my chest really hurts now and it’s been hurting since this morning and I hate it and now I can’t stop talking tell me to stop—”

“Whoa whoa whoa, take it easy, dude,” Suddenly Knuckles was right in front of him, his hands (big, strong, grounding, safe) resting on his shoulders, “Take a breath. You’re good.”

Sonic breathed shakily, unable to look the other in the eyes and instead staring down at their feet. Already, he felt his nerves begin to calm down, just from having Knuckles there and holding him. He shut his eyes, his mind telling him to back away while his body was tempted to just fall into the other and let those safe arms cradle him as if he were a small child.

“Look,” Knuckles said, his voice careful and steady, “I…I’m not really good at this, either, so…if we’re gonna do this, you’re gonna have to give me a clear answer. No stalling, no dodging the question, just…be honest.”

Sonic sighed softly through his nose, finally mustering the courage to lift his head and look the other in the eye. Knuckles’ expression was neutral, his mouth pressed into a straight line, but there was something behind his eyes that seemed to be itching to come forward. He asked slowly, “Do…do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

There it was again: that same lurch in his chest. But this time, Sonic breathed with it, waiting it out, and soon he found that the feeling wasn’t as unpleasant as he’d made it out to be. It was still weird, but…it was good. Great, actually. He felt a smile tug at his lips that he hadn’t expected, and he immediately felt the urge to hide his face and brush it off. He chuckled awkwardly, averting his eyes, “I, …” Spit it out, hedgehog, “Yeah…I do.”

He looked up again, absolutely hating how awkward he knew his dopey grin probably looked right now. He couldn’t bring himself to care too much though as Knuckles’ face began to light up, “A lot, actually. I wanna be with you.”

Knuckles bit his lip, his face scrunching up a bit ( Cute, Sonic thought suddenly) as he tried to avoid breaking into the obvious grin he was holding back, “For real? Like, you really do? You’re not just messing with me?”

Sonic resisted the urge to roll his eyes, even if it would have been out of fondness, and sighed, “Dude, I— ugh, I just told you yes twice, what more do you need?”

Knuckles brow creased a bit, and he lifted his hands from Sonic’s shoulders (Sonic already missed their warmth) to poke his index fingers together timidly, the gesture looking so foreign on the buffed-out echidna, “Well…maybe we could…kiss?”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Honestly, Sonic should have expected that. Knuckles literally just poured his heart out to him about his desire for affection. Still, the offer had caught him off guard and he swallowed, “Uh,”

“We don’t have to!” The taller boy assured him hastily, waving his hands back and forth, “I mean, if you don’t want, that’s totally fine! I’d like to. At some point. Not now, though. If you don’t want. But maybe soon. Or later. Or never, but I don’t really wanna wait that long, so—”

He yelped as Sonic pulled him down by his dreads. Knuckles couldn’t blame him, Sonic reasoned with himself, it wasn’t his fault the echidna was so damn tall. But even with him being forcefully bent down, the hedgehog still had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the other’s face. The kiss was quick, just a brief peck, and Sonic wasn’t even sure if he’d actually kissed his lips or just the corner of his chin, but he wasn’t about to try again; not until this weird dizziness passed, at least.

Knuckles stood, still slightly bent over, his eyes wide and mouth open in a small ‘O’ shape as he blinked down at the hedgehog. Sonic bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged, “There. How’s that?”

There was a brief moment of stillness — one that Sonic heavily disliked despite its short stay — before he suddenly felt himself being crushed to the echidna’s chest and lifted off the ground, the vibrations of Knuckles’ laughter thrumming against his ear as he was spun around, “Wha- WHOA KNUX! ”

“Yes! I have a boyfriend!” Knuckles whooped, “I have a boyfriend!”

He lifted him to pepper his face with kisses, each one accompanied by an obnoxiously loud ‘mwah!’ Sonic protested just as loudly, going on about how he was getting his quills all messed up, but his chastising was drowned out by his own laughter. He didn’t realize he’d wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders until Knuckles finally pulled back. His expression was bright and excited, and it made the shorter boy’s heart flutter.

He must have been making a face, because Knuckles’ expression turned sheepish, “Ah, sorry. Got excited. Baby steps, right?”

Sonic just blinked back at him, his brow furrowing in slight incredulity before he tsked and rolled his eyes, taking the other’s face into his hands and pulling him in for a real, genuine kiss. The tenderness took Knuckles off guard, but he eventually let himself relax into the gesture, humming happily. He couldn’t stop the way his lips curved up into a smile, making it a little difficult to return the kiss, but Sonic didn’t seem to mind, more than happy to take the lead.

The hedgehog was surprisingly gentle, maybe even a little apologetic in how he kissed him, and Sonic realized he’d never actually kissed anyone like this before — hell, he’d never even touched anyone like this before. He’d had his fair share of kisses, whether it be from fleeting past partners or overexcited civilians he’d managed to rescue from one of Eggman’s attacks, but none were quite as tender as this; none made him feel like he was lighter than air (though, that was probably because Knuckles was still holding him up).

Suddenly, the echidna shifted his hold so that one hand supported him from below while the other took hold of his lower back as he pulled Sonic impossibly closer. Sonic’s legs dangled awkwardly for a moment before he settled for wrapping them around the other’s waist. Knuckles chuckled against him, and Sonic wanted to retort how smug he was acting, but the deep rumble within the other’s chest mixed with the way his hand was gripping his thigh sent something electric up his spine. He shuddered.

It was then that the kiss began to transition from sweet to passionate as Sonic suddenly felt his back hit a nearby tree. Knuckles’ hand had shifted from his back to cup his jaw, idly running down his neck before tracing back up to pull him in deeper. Sonic whimpered — fucking whimpered — as his hands went up to curl into long red dreads. He pulled slightly, drawing out a low groan that teetered on the edge of a growl from the other, and holy shit did that do something to him. His stomach fluttered in that wild way that he was not only getting used to but perhaps becoming addicted to. His heart stuttered in his chest, his head getting light and making him dizzy-

Oh, shit, wait, he needed to breathe.

Sonic pulled away — reluctantly, as oxygen wasn’t as high on his list of priorities as it should have been — and took a moment to gather air into his lungs; yet as he opened his eyes, he felt the same air he’d just reclaimed get stolen away again. Knuckles looked back at him with nothing short of pure desire: His eyes were lidded and unfocused, his heavy breaths growing softer as they passed through his kiss-swollen parted lips. His face was nearly as red as the rest of him, and his dread-like quills were sticking out in random directions thanks to Sonic’s fervent hands.

He looked irrefutably lovestruck, and Sonic wondered if he looked any different.

After a few moments, Sonic slowly began his descent from cloud nine, and he became more aware of the uncomfortable scratching of the tree bark behind him. His ear twitched awkwardly as he spoke, his voice uncharacteristically breathless, “Hey, uh…as nice as this is, I’d kinda prefer to have my feet on the ground.”

Knuckles blinked back at him slowly, eyes still dreamy and distracted, “…Hmm? Oh! Yeah, yeah, ‘course, my bad!”

With the utmost care, Knuckles set Sonic down, brushing off his back from where his quills had caught hold of a few pieces of bark. The gesture that Sonic would have shied away from earlier was now welcomed with open arms, that same warmth blooming in his chest as the echidna carefully picked his quills clean before brushing his fingers through them in an attempt to smooth them out. It wasn’t anything special — just a simple act of sincerity and kindness — but it brought a smile to Sonic’s face all the same.

“Ah, there we go,” Knuckles announced, plucking one final chip of bark from behind the hedgehog’s ear, “Sorry about that, dude. Guess I got a bit carried away.”

“Knux, I don’t ever want you to stop getting carried away,” Sonic chuckled, the honesty of his statement making him feel all giddy inside. Huh, maybe Amy was onto something about the whole ‘talk-about-your-feelings’ thing.

Knuckles blinked down at him, then his face split into a grin as he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “Heh, if you say so…”

“Would you two get OFF MY LAWN?!”

The sharp voice snapped the boys’ eyes away from each other as their heads jerked over to meet its owner. Sonic blinked several times in stunned confusion before a spark of recognition lit in his head, “…guacamole guy?”

The ‘guacamole guy’ in question — a short black monkey holding a hamper of laundry — just scowled at the two, “It’s Monkey-Boy! Yeesh, ya think you’d remember the guy who saved your sorry butts from a curse that one time.”

“Wait, the moose one?” Knuckles chimed in, “Wasn’t that, like…seven years ago?”

“No, it was seven weeks ago,” Monkey-Boy corrected, “Time doesn’t pass in canon like it does in real life. Anyways, like I was sayin’: GET OFF MY PROPERTY! How’s a guy supposed to do his laundry while two hormonal teenagers are making out on his front lawn?!”

“Wuh- we weren’t making out!” Sonic sputtered, “We were having a very emotionally mature and enlightening moment!”

“Yeah! And then we made out!” Knuckles concurred, paying no mind to Sonic’s hushed “No no, Knux-”.

The monkey rolled his eyes, “I don’t care if you guys were rehearsing your wedding vows. If you’re gonna be shoving ya tongues down each other’s throats, do it somewhere else!”

Suddenly, the monkey’s eyes widened with horror, “And what have you done to my great-grandmama’s cemetery?!”

“Your what now?” Sonic glanced behind him at the boulders Knuckles had been messing with earlier, and his stomach dropped as he whipped his head to face the other, “ Knux! I thought you said they were just rocks!”

“Aren’t they? I mean, look at them,” Knuckles shrugged — completely unbothered — before turning back to the now-fuming monkey, “Hey, why’s your name Monkey-Boy? Aren’t you, like, thirty?”

Sonic was quick to grab Knuckles’ hand and speed off toward home before they were left to the mercy of a hamper of dirty laundry.

                                                            ~

To an outside viewer, things didn’t change that much: Team Sonic was as tight as ever, often seen hanging out at Meh Burger, goofing off on the beach, or swooping in to save the day from one of Eggman’s painfully predictable schemes. However, if one were to look closer, they might notice the way Sonic and Knuckles would glance at one another, how they casually held hands whenever they could, or see how easily the hedgehog’s face would flush at the smallest little things the echidna did.

Of course, Knuckles did stand on the edge of the well in the square with a megaphone to loudly announce “CITIZENS OF HEDGEHOG VILLAGE! I AM OFFICIALLY DATING SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH!” before he was hastily ushered off by a thoroughly embarrassed Sonic, so it wasn’t like their relationship was a secret.

Sonic still struggled with the whole “feelings” thing, but Knuckles was patient. He often asked him before doing certain things like hugging or kissing, but sometimes Sonic wondered if he’d preferred the surprise with the way his chest swelled every time Knuckles would do so, eyes bright and tail wagging back and forth behind him as he desperately tried to hold back.

He’d be lying, though, if he said he didn’t like the way Knuckles would shower him when he said yes, squeezing him just tight enough to not hurt and peppering his face and neck with kisses, relishing in the way Sonic would giggle uncontrollably.

But you didn’t hear that from him.

#boom!sonknux go brrrrrr #they are so neurodivergent coded #adhd sonic x autistic knuckles real #touch starved + touch repulsed boom!sonic #knuckles is insecure ok #he's not smart but he's not stupid either #sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #sonknux #sonuckles #sonic x knuckles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #romance #hurt/comfort #teen romance #humor #touch starved #ao3 #writing #my writing

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。09:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.

contents. manga spoilers, satoru keeps the scars bc that’s character development ok, post canon, insecure! gojo / reverse comfort, you sit on his lap, ig angst to fluff, embarrassingly cheesy look away pls :,)

satoru, since he’s come home with those scars, has always evaded your hand. you’ve tried a few times, have reached out to cup those cheeks you miss holding—but he’s managed to grab your hand and kiss it every time.

it’s smooth—like everything else he does, satoru dodges your touch smoothly. with an easy grin. with a teasing glint. it’s slick and all too natural, and almost undetectable. but you know him better. you know him better than anyone has had the pleasure of knowing him, you like to think. and you know that satoru doesn’t let your hand meet his cheek, not even the edge of his jaw, on purpose.

“good morning,” you smile, reaching forward to lay a hand over his face. satoru, with his eyes still closed (as expected), grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss to the back as he hums.

you’re almost certain he can sense the way your lips tug into a frown.

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says lowly, “watching me sleep? that’s a bit creepy,” he teases.

“i can’t help it,” you hum, “you’re too handsome.”

this is rare—giving satoru compliments easily is rare. usually, you make him work for them, keep him waiting on the tips of toes before finally giving him that praise you know will go straight to his inflated ego. but sometimes, like now, you think he deserves to hear it—unfiltered and raw and filled with truth.

satoru is handsome. always has been. always will be.

“aw,” he cracks an eye open, “maybe i should let myself get scratched up a bit more. maybe you’ll talk nice to me more often.”

“i mean it, toru,” you frown, insisting, “you’re handsome. so handsome.”

your hand reaches for his face again. he turns his head this time, feigning a yawn as he stretches before sitting up. there’s a slight bit of tension in the air now, his lips tighter in his smile as he hums before turning to you and poking your nose.

“well, aren’t you sweet,” he smiles almost bitterly.

you haven’t seen his smile reach his eyes for a while. he doesn’t meet your gaze through the mirror in the mornings as you brush your teeth together anymore, doesn’t wink at your reflection and make you roll your eyes. he doesn’t spam your camera roll with pictures of himself anymore when you’re in the bathroom, doesn’t leave you with those silly faces and smug grins that make good wallpapers. he doesn’t even crack those annoying jokes anymore, doesn’t whine for you to admit he’s the most handsome guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting as his face digs into your neck.

instead, satoru dodges your touch. he kisses you briefer these days, avoids looking in the mirror, smiles like he has to—not like he finds a reason to.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask gently, furrowing your brows, “you know i’d never lie to you.”

“i didn’t say that, did i?” he asks, waving a hand casually. “c’mon let’s go brush our teeth. you don’t wanna kill me with that morning breath do you—”

“satoru, you’re still handsome, you know,” you say gently. you decide to rip the bandaid off as you add, “even with these.”

for the first time, your hand manages to reach for his face without him pulling away. you think it’s more out of surprise than anything, that it’s because he wasn’t expecting you to be so straightforward instead of trying to be subtle like usual. for a second, you think he might just put his infinity up—but he doesn’t ever. not around you.

but you can see it, the way his knuckles twitch a little like he’s clenching them. the way he’s so still, it’s almost like he’s willing himself not to tense. the way he doesn’t even lean into your touch like he always does.

he doesn’t want your hand on his face, but you stroke a thumb over a scar anyway, cupping his cheek as you study his face up close.

it’s still him—still satoru with that sharp nose and those rosy cheeks, still satoru with those long lashes and perfect jawline. there’s rough, marred bits of skin that meet soft, supple ones. you feel over the dips of where each scar starts slowly, committing each one to memory.

they’re newer parts of him, ones you don’t know very well yet, ones that remind you of the ugliest parts of the world—but they’re a part of satoru now, and anything that’s a part of satoru can never be ugly. no matter where they come from, no matter what they’re a reminder of.

not if it’s him.

“you think so?” he asks with a tight grin, “is my money maker still money making?”

“don’t be greedy,” you quip, “you have plenty of money.” and then, softly, you add, “but i’d pay a good fortune or two to wake up to this every day.”

“good thing i give it to you for free,” he hums, “i’m generous, you know?”

“what a catch,” you grin, “generous, strong, rich,” you list, making an amused grin stretch across his lips, “handsome,” you add. his smile falters a bit at that. “satoru, i’m serious.”

“oh, i love when you get all serious,” he whistles. he’s deflecting—you expect him to, but you’re not backing down. one leg swings over his hips, and then you’re climbing onto his lap, right there where he can’t avoid you. but he finds his attention to your lips, still smooth as ever as he avoids meeting your eyes.

“satoru—”

“oh? you want to do this already? it’s barely—” he makes a show of glancing at the clock before turning back to you with a suggestive grin, “—nine am. but i guess we can have a little fun before—”

“i don’t care about these, you know,” you murmur, pulling your head back when he leans in for a kiss. your finger lightly traces the scar by his left cheekbone, making him frown.

“see? you’re basically admitting you have to look past them,” he groans frustratedly—it’s the first time satoru’s acknowledges his scars. it’s the first time he’s finally let himself look upset without trying to hide it behind a forced grin and a dry chuckle.

“i don’t,” you frown, “sure, they’re new,” you admit softly, “and i don’t like being reminded you got hurt. but they’re not ugly—you’re always pretty.”

“there’s so many,” he mumbles, “they’re everywhere.”

“i think they’re cool,” you shrug, “they make you look tougher. less like a spoiled princess.”

“hey,” he pouts, “i’m not spoiled.”

“you’re a bit spoiled,” you chuckle, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck—his lips quirk up, and you can’t help but notice how real it looks for once. “but i suppose you deserve it. not because you’re handsome though. because you deserve good things—just for being you,” you insist.

his lips are quivering a bit, and he’s blinking faster now. you ignore it, though, taking your sweet time as you lean down and kiss along the edges of every scar on his face, tracing your lips along where the old skin meets new.

“that’s cheesy,” he mutters, “now you sound like a therapist.”

“i mean it,” you say firmly, “and i meant it when i said you’re handsome too.“

“handsomest guy you’ve ever met, right?” he bats his lashes—they’re a bit hopeful, though, and you smile as you gently kiss the corner of his mouth before nodding.

“definitely,” you nod, “you’re the prettiest.”

“am i?” he grins, “now i’m more spoiled. who’s fault is that really?”

“i’ll allow it for today,” you snort, “today you can be spoiled. i’ll humble you tomorrow.”

“we’ll see,” he hums.

your hands cup his cheeks as you lean down for a kiss, and satoru’s hands clasp over them gently, holding them in place—and when you kiss him delicately, like the sun meets the moon as your lips touch, like your world revolves around him as you pull him closer, you think satoru is unfairly handsome.

and you’ll have to remind him that a bit more often.

he’s my liddol sourpatch :(

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: cursing, thigh riding, soft!dom! ethan, inexperienced!sub! reader, fem!reader, possessive ethan, slight corruption kink, dirty talk, lots of praise, hints of subspace

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT

slightly experienced!ethan with an inexperienced!reader.

You were in his lap, hand tangled in his hair, lips interlocked, his hands on your hips, slowly migrating towards your ass. When they finally land and grips your ass you gasp slightly in his mouth.

His hips buck up, making you whimper.

“Are you ok with this? I really like where this is going but I want to make sure you're ok with it too.” He looks up at you breathless with need in his eyes.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you look into his eyes. You nod softly. “I'm ok... I just...”

“Sweetheart, if you're not alright we don't have to do anything, I promise. I want you to be sure before we do anything.” He grabs your hand and runs his thumb over your knuckle comfortingly.

“I've never done this...” You look down at his hands stroking yours.

“You've never been touched by someone else?” He asks, joining your eyes on both of your guys' hands.

“No, Ethan... I've never done anything. Not even by myself...” You speak even softer than before. He hooks his thumb and finger around your chin, lifting your head up so your eyes meet his.

“Baby, are you saying you've never came before?” His question is less condescending than you expected. Everyone else you've revealed the fact to has lost their minds over it. You nod your head softly. “And you want to?” He asks for reassurance, and you respond again with the same head movement.

His lips go back to yours with a new found fervor. It was like the idea of him being the first person to ever make you cum drove him wild.

“If I do something too far just tell me and I'll stop ok?” You nod again. “I need words sweetheart.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Yes.” You know you're turned on, you've felt it before, especially around Ethan, but you don't know how to act on it. “What do I do?” You question quietly.

“Just relax and do what feels right baby. Here, move your hips a little.” His hands fall and grips the meat of your hips, dragging them up and down his thigh slowly. You sigh and your head moves to lay on his shoulder. The friction of your clothing up against your clit makes your body heat up and your breath gets shallower. “Feel good?” He asks, checking in.

You whine an ‘mhm’ into his ear. With the confirmation he speeds his hands up, making you gasp. “Oh god, E...” You moan, muffling yourself into his neck.

He leans back, stopping the motion of your hips. “Nuh uh beautiful, wanna hear you.”

“‘M sorry, was scared I sounded bad...” You whisper. You've never done this before and the insecurity was coming out.

“Oh no baby, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make alright?”

“Yes sir.” His hips buck up. Holy shit. While Ethan was more experienced than you, he had still never been called sir. He might explode.

“Fuck baby, like it when you call me that. Can't wait to feel you one day, gonna feel so good wrapped around me.” His grip on you gets tighter and the pace of your hips speed up. You can feel your stomach starting to get tighter and your head falls backwards, exposing your neck to Ethan. He jumps on the opportunity to mark the area. “Gonna mark you up, love. You'll have to show everyone you're mine. Show everyone who makes you feel good. Who is it huh?” He says in between kisses to your neck, and after asking the final question he sucks on the expanse of your neck.

“You!” You moan, “Fuck, you Ethan. You're making me feel good. So good. I- feels weird.” Your hips stutter, unsure of if this is the feeling everyone talks about.

Ethan pulls back, looking into your eyes “No baby, don't stop, it's ok. Keep going, you're gonna cum.” He speeds your hips up again. Your head falls forward onto his chest. There's nothing in your brain, you feel like you can't speak anymore, all you can feel is Ethan and the friction between your legs. It's all too much but not enough.

Your thighs squeeze together unintentionally, but it adds the cherry on top for what you need to cum. Ethan catches on and tenses his thigh muscle. “Gon... Gonna- E- f-fuck-”

“It's ok baby, let go, cum for me.”

#hoe writes #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #x reader smut #x reader #imagine #jack champion x reader #jack champion #jack champion head cannon #hoe thinks

[ravenelyx]

Hello! Do you take requests? If so I have oke for you :)

It’s similar to the recent one about Sebastian hugging the reader. Could it be with Omi this time?

I love your writings, btw.

I absolutely can !!! And thank you so much ♡♡

Let me in. - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Ominis is touch-starved, Ominis is insecure, neck kissing, fuck the Gaunt family all my homies hate the Gaunt family, we all know Omi's past, cuddling and snuggling, House is not specified, (implied) established relationship

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I followed a different tangent than Sebastian's.

Masterlist

you can find the whole fic here on ao3 as well

Sebastian's version

He wishes love were easy.

But nothing had ever been easy in Ominis Gaunt's life.

When he opened his heart to her, he opened something deep. A Pandora box of sorrow and grief and everything he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten about it.

Unfortunately, his body never forgets. It shows when she takes his hand. It unleashes when she brushes his hair. That gnawing, scorching flame burning where her touch remains.

She asks him how he's doing, he doesn't answer, words trapped behind his teeth like in a prison of jelly and guilt. He thinks she doesn't really want to be bothered by his problems.

She takes his hand while walking, he moves it away, clutching it to his chest in an attempt to build back that armor she threatens to break every time.

"Ominis," she speaks quietly in the night, when he keeps her always at an arm's distance. "Please, come here."

He wants to cry.

"I don't know how."

The smell of her hair lingers on the pillow when she leaves, and he quietly brings it to him, burying his face in the softness of her girly perfume. Even then, he feels too much freedom; taking up a space that isn't his own. He turns his back to it.

She seems tired today.

"Ominis." Her voice is weary, sad. She's near the fireplace, brooding. He feels like he's done something wrong.

"What is it?"

He balks before approaching her, his voice coming out in a sycophantic squeak that makes his blood run cold. He is afraid: afraid she'll find him some day. That she'll offer her hand and he'll take it with no qualms, allowing her to pull him up, away from those doubts cramming his mind when she gets too close.

"Why do you never let me in?"

He's drowning.

Why? Why? The answer is immediate, pulled right from his brain by that tight awareness that has always been more of a curse than a blessing. Because Ominis Gaunt feels that he is phrogging in other people's existence until they get tired and throw him into the nearest garbage. Because he has never found a place where he could sit down, wind his legs and feel at peace. Because if one day someone finds him with his defenses down, when he hits the bottom of the bin headfirst, he will never forgive himself.

"I don't know how." His inveterate answer comes, drawing a sigh from her. She always drops the subject after, and he feels safe.

This time, she breaches the armor again, and he has got no time to glue it back.

"Come here."

His hands tremble when he follows, sitting down next to her. She opens her palm to him and he feels it on his leg.

"Take it."

Her fingers feel soft to the touch, slipping between his as if filling up a space in his heart he had missed, pushing back his doubts and making a home for itself. He holds her hand and runs his thumb on her knuckles.

"What does this mean?" He asks feebly.

"That you can do much more."

He feels the corner of his lips push down in a grimace. "I don't know h—"

"I'll show you."

Her movements are languid and elegant like a snake, and he feels like she might strangle him and cut his breath and leave him for dead. But he wants to keep holding her hand.

"What do I do?"

"Come here."

This time, he listens.

She lets him move first, wrap his arms around her, as if testing her shape. He runs his hands over her delicate ribs, then down to the soft curve of her waist, then around her; feels the weight in his arms, like she could crush him at any moment. But she doesn't.

She lets him pull her on him, giving him her body. His hands are shaking and he feels inadequate to hold her; to keep her safe and not let her fall.

"Just do what feels right," she whispers.

None of this feels right. But it feels comfortable, and it feels different, and it feels like his heart is slowing down and his weight is meeting the ground and pushing against it like he will never need to get up anymore.

And there are her lips. He feels them with his fingertips; the curve at the top, the soft flesh, the sticky texture of her lipstick. He brings his trembling mouth to hers for the first time and pulls away just as quickly.

"I'm sorry…" he almost cries again.

"Do it again."

He swallows and pushes his lips against hers. He doesn't have the courage to move and breathes against her mouth.

She giggles and his heart breaks, because of course he was doing it wrong. "I'm sorr—"

Her mouth moves against his, takes his bottom lip in a quick suckle and then frees it again. He holds his breath until he can't stay still anymore.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"More…"

Something inside him cracks open at her taste, pushes and pulls and crushes him, and he holds on to her. It's all too much and it's all not enough. He licks his lips and tastes her lipstick and he wishes he could see her.

When she cups his cheek, he flinches.

"This feels…"

Horrible. Good. Terrifying. Perfect. Different.

"We can go slow," she says, and it's more than he could ask for. "But I'm here, and I'm yours."

He nods and attempts to find her, and he presses his forehead against her collarbone. She's warm there.

"Thank you," He's crying against her skin, and she skims her hand against his back.

He feels naked, a brush of cold hair against his chest where his defenses have cracked. She's pulling his armor down with a gentle touch, and he lets her until he hears it hit the ground loudly.

"You can relax now." He thinks he hears her say. Perhaps it was a dream. And when he hesitantly brushes his lips against her skin, he allows her in.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fic #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x you #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt fluff #harry potter #wizarding world #harry potter fandom #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #ominis #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy angst #my writing #fanfic writing #writing

[star-suh]

Blackmail

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: top mingyu, rough sex, blackmailing, mingyu is a father as if he has a kid and a wife and an asshole too, toxic masculinity(?) is just a comment mingyu says),cheating, y/n is a closeted gay, car sex, feminization, unprotected sex, tummy bulge.

an: so i finally could finish this but my perfectionism is telling that could've been better lol.

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y/n is a teacher at the local high school and one of his students is a pain in the ass, not paying attention, throwing paper balls, bothering his classmates. one day fed up with this, y/n scolds him "hey you brat, what are you doing?. you think just because your parents have money you can do whatever you want?", "hell yeah" the bastard replied cockily. y/n just laughed and rolled his eyes "you're a typical daddy and mommy's boy hiding insecurities behind all that money… so i ask you to leave the classroom and go to the principal. oh and you can't come back to class until your parents come do you hear me?" yelling that last one part. the boy told that to his parents overexaggerating things so they can 'punish' the teacher. mingyu, the dad, decided to investigate about him and use that information as a way to blackmail him, he found out that y/n frequents a gay bar and after that he always leaves with a man to a motel.

"hello mr. kim" welcomed the teacher "i told you to come here to talk about your son's behavior. he's very disrespectful towards me and his classmates and that's not ok" mingyu was just listening to everything with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed "that's all?" he laughs "here mr. y/n" mingyu handles an envelope to y/n he opens it and it's full of pics of him with men and there's even a flash drive "your blowing skills are good mr. y/n how much do you think this would cost?" he asks tapping the object.

"please don't spread these pics anywhere.. i beg" said the teacher scared "i won't say something to your son ever again.. or… or if you want i can leave the school ye-yeah that's it i'm quitting the job here just… just destroy this pics please" y/n grabbed the man by the hands "why you're so worried about this? you could be a good star in the porn world". "no one knows about it" y/n lowered his head "please… no one needs to know this…" his hands were shaking trying to convince mingyu. "so you'll do everything i want right?" mingyu tapped his chin with his fingers "listen i will talk to my son and tell him to behave a little more but in exchange you have to met me tomorrow night, give me your number i'll send you the address later" mingyu winks and leaves…

y/n was now sitting besides mingyu in his car, "so what do you want me to do?" asked a sad y/n, mingyu passed his phone to y/n in where his video was playing "watching that video got me so fucking hard" he palmed the growing bulge on his pants he then unzipped it and pull his cock out "i want to feel that pretty mouth of yours around my cock too. suck it" he whispered guiding y/n towards his cock, "fuck so wet and warm" grunted mingyu, y/n started to feel dizzy smelling mingyu's musky cock. "such a perfect cock" muttered y/n worshiping every vein, the thick shaft, the size of it, "look at you, I thought you would put on a fight but you already gave in to me. pathetic bitch" laughed the rich man who started to mouthfuck y/n at a harsh pace.

some minutes have passed and mingyu's cock was dripping with y/n's thick saliva, mingyu stopped y/n from sucking his balls "c'mon let's go to the back seats" there mingyu discarded his pants and leaned on his back "let me taste that used pussy" y/n obeyed an accommodate himself in a 69 position so he can keep sucking mingyu while he eat his ass out. mingyu started with doing circles with his fingers on y/n's rim, then spat on it and introduced the first finger "mmh is indeed warm" then he introduces a second finger.. the third and lasty a fourth one all of them knuckles deep going in and out "i'm started to get why everyone on that bar wants this pussy is so fucking tight. more than my wife's" mentioned mingyu, "hngh" moaned y/n with his mouth full of cock. grabbing him by the waist mingyu lifted y/n and started to eat his ass enjoying how it clenchez every time he introduces his tongue "such a tasty manpussy"...

mingyu groped y/n's chest and started playing with his nipples, tweaking and pinching them to get those pretty moans out of y/n's mouth then used his mouth to lick and bite them 'he's moaning a lot… i guess this is a sensitive part for him… kinda like it' thought mingyu.

now tapping his cock's head on y/n's clenching hole mingyu was getting ready to pound him "please wait… use a condom i've never done it without one" pleaded y/n, "fuck off you're not the one in charge here i'm gonna breed your manpussy you like it or not" mingyu grunted putting the cock's tip already inside "that also means that i'm gonna mark this pussy as mine" an in one thrust he put it all at once forming a bulge on y/n's lower tummy "woah look at that" he laughed "you're took it balls deep not like my wife she can barely take half of it" he whispered that last part licking a stripe from y/n's nipple to his ear. both stayed like that for a moment until mingyu started to move every thrust being harsher than the last one "please be more gentle" squirmed y/n pressing his hand against mingyu's stomach trying to stop him but he quit it "don't be boring dude, you're a man just endure it and let me enjoy your pussy" he then pulls out and spat on his shaft and sucked y/n's hole introducing his cock right after repeating the action during some minutes.

"tell me how it feels" demanded mingyu putting his hand around y/n's neck, applying some pressure and moving his hips quite gently to make y/n feel good "it's sooo big… it feels so good how it stretches me… i like.. i like how it is throbbing inside me… can't wait to feel your cum" that's when mingyu realized y/n was already his. "so you want my cum inside you that bad huh?. what a whore. then be my side pussy and i'm gonna pump you up every day with my warm sperm" a dizzy y/n just kissed mingyu as a way to said yes, he was desperate, mingyu is making him feel things no one ever has. y/n knew what he was doing was wrong but the pleasure was immense… he just wanted more and more.

mingyu was now fucking y/n in a quite uncomfortable doggy style position pressing the bottom's head against the window with his hand, traces of saliva and sweat being smeared in the glass everytime mingyu thrusted harshly. with a loud grunt and a last hard thrust mingyu came inside y/n “don't you dare to waste any drop you whore. keep it all inside your pussy” the top rode his high with a couple of last thrusts.

he pulls out and start using his fingers to scoop the cum and put it back inside the gaping hole, savouring the delicious wet sounds “you have a taste pussy professor. glad it's all mine now… right?” mingyu licked his ear waiting for his response, “yeah” it's the only thing that comes out of y/n's mouth, his tired self just enjoying mingyu's breath ghosting over his neck. “good boy” mi gyu added kissing his forehead and then driving towards a hotel.

the next day y/n woke up in a hotel room, his lower back in so much pain with a note on his side that reads a number that y/n calls “hello?”, “good morning slut” mingyu's sexy voice answers “i have some news for you… i won't spread these pictures of you but in exchange i want to keep fucking your pussy, my wife's it's not as thight as yours and also i can breed you as much as i want. so… deal?” y/n hesitates but eventually responds “...deal” hanging up the call while gathering his things to go home. on the other side of the call mingyu just laughs and lick his lips while driving towards his job.

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[heartsfourdazai]

hey how are you? I'm sorry to make this personal request but it's my current situation and I wanted to console myself with this in the arms of chuuya x reader

I would like to make a chuuya request with a s/o who went on a trip with her family to the beach, but her family is toxic and usually does things to humiliate her, talk about her body, etc. She pretends she doesn't care about it but it causes her several crises.

when your family is toxic, but you don't show that you care to him

chuuya :3

warnings: mention of a toxic relationships, reader uses she/her, insecurities, mention of body shame, mention of nudity, overall border-line fluff

a/n: hmmm, did i write away from the topic a little bit? maybe, and for that, i'm sorry!!! I did try to get all the components you have asked for anon; also, i'm sorry you're going through all of that! im here to talk if needed.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL-

this man is not having you lying to his face.

no. no. no. NO!

he's sees right through you, anything you say that you may think is believing-

*CHUCK IT OUT THE DAMN WINDOW!!*

but not in a mean way :3

erm anyways.

he never really cared that you rarely mentioned your family, until he asked if he could ever meet your parents.

you know, because since you two are dating- he just thought it would be respectful. on his part, at least.

you tried your best to change subjects, but he would catch on quickly and ask if anything wrong between you and your parents.

"hmm, ohno- we just argue sometimes- but that's just life; people argue and people fight- it's normal!"

now, your not wrong? but you seemed to be hiding something about your family to him.

he's literally in the mafia; if you tell him that they're fucking murders on the run and you don't want anyone to know about it- who the hell is chuuya going to tell, mori?? 💀💀

thats not the case, but that's all what chuuya thinks.

you told him a couple of days later you and your family are going on vacation, and he was happy for you.

you needed the break.

you work too hard at your job, and you deserve a vacation.

he would help you pack because none of your relatives helped? that's okay, he'll get you everything you need.

with a kiss on your lips he watched as you entered your parents car and off to your vacation...what he didn't expect was you coming home two days earlier then you said you would be.

"sweetheart, your back?" he would hug you, but you wouldn't hug back they way you usually do.

you dropped your bags on the floor of his doorstep with the door wide open..the time was currently 1:06am and chuuya was in PJ bottoms and a black t-shirt..his hair was tied in a small ponytail.

you hid your face in his neck as he hugged your8 tightly, expecting you to hug back.

you just stood there, arms draped by your sides and your suitcase on the ground.

he couldn't help but smell your hair, then kissed it as he rubs your back as he spoke; "babe, have you showered?"

you shake your head, still not responsive verbally.

he takes you inside his home, taking your bags in with you as he sat you down on the stairs steps; combing his fingers through your greasy hair.

he looked at your face; it was dry and your eyes were dark and your eyelids were purple.

he took your hand and kissed each of your knuckles as he saw tears fall from your eyes, however your face stayed the same.

"could i bathe you?" he would ask, and as he waited for your response, you nod.

gently, he would lift you from the steps and carry you to the bathroom.

he sat you down on the sink and started to run the water to a warm temperature for you to bathe in.

once he filled the tub with water and added a bath bomb of his own, he slowly turns to you and softly smiles; now standing in front of you.

"i'm going to undress you now, is that ok-"

before he could move you grabbed his wrist and looked at him. you seemed scared to show him your body as you tried to close your body together.

he gave you a sad frown, kissing your arm, up yo your shoulder.

"sweetheart, i have seen your naked multiple times, and i've had no problem with what i see; it's almost as if i have a gift from heaven itself.."

you stared into his blue eyes, thinking about what to do in the heat of the moment.

you guided his hand to the collar of your shirt, and nod slowly...allowing him to undress you.

in a way to make you comfortable, he would kiss your bare skin each time he would remove a piece of clothing from your body...

once your body was bare,, he would lift you up and gently play you in the tub and rub your shoulders.

couple of minutes went by, and chuuya had just dumped a handful of shampoo in his hand and started to message your skull with it.

"i take your vacation wasn't so...memorable?.."

he would ask softly, his eyes widening when he heats your soft sniffles.

"i'm'so sorry, my'love..." he would lean down and kiss your shoulders as you hide your face in your knees and sob.

chuuya would just rinse your hair after conditioner and held your body in his arms as you sobbed and sobbed for possibly 20 minutes.

as your crying settled, he would ask you what happened and if you would want to talk about it he would drain the water and help you change, of course leaving you if you would prefer to do it on your own.

sit on the bed, cuddled close together and talking about your family.

you would say how much they take you for granted, and talk about behind your back. your mother would body shame you, saying you eat either too much or too little.

your father would always make fun of your clothing choses and when your out, he would say your too fat for that bathing suit, or you could never fit in that dress unless you start caring about yourself.

both of them would also mention how much chuuya deserved better then to be with a sad, disappointed girl like you-

chuuya would cut your ranting off by kissing you on the lips for about a couple of minutes, a break for breathing if course, and would tell you no matter what your parents tell you, they're just jealous from what an amazing, beautiful women you have become ❤️

#DAMN #I LOVE CHUUYA SO MUCH #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd chuuya nakahara #chuuya bsd #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #my writing #๋࣭ ⭑ rue writes 🖋

[snoopyana]

boys cry too.

“boys cry too, you called me & told me you never felt so low.”

he loves you so much. you’re always in the forefront of his mind, hoping you’re ok when he can’t be there to see for himself. but he was the least of your worries. what a shame.

park wonbin. toxic reader. angst. smut.

staring at his phone, disappointment was painted all over his face. knuckles growing white as he gripped the device. you had told him you’d be outside in ten minutes — so he drove over ten minutes earlier. but by now, forty had passed and there was a growing pain in his chest. heart heavy, wonbin looked at his ‘i’m here!’ message that sat on delivered. praying for it to switch to read in the blink of an eye. but it never did, at least not yet.

the streetlight that he decided to park under, purely for your convenience, started to flicker. body leaning into the leather seat of his car, the rumble of his engine filled the vechile. wonbin contemplated on leaving. even though he was originally over the moon to finally hangout with you, that excitement was slowly fading. being replaced with a sense of insecurity.

did you forget?

but he had all night to wait for you. so even if you remembered hours later, he would be quick to agree to another outing. you play with his heart, and he just waits until you’re done. there was times when he tried to tell himself that he was done being your last priority. lost in his thoughts, contemplating the what ifs. throwing his head back against the seat, his waterline started to sting. an obvious sign of the tears fighting to roll down his face. using the palms of his hands, wonbin aggressively rubbed his eyelids in an attempt to push back the tears.

but he failed.

he always failed. he always ended up crying by himself when you left him on delivered. when you forgot about the plans that you made. when you ignored him because you didn’t want to talk. it crushed his soul every single time. the tears leaving his face hot and his body shaken every time. but he knew you didn’t mean it, he knew that you were just busy. right? you were just busy because you would always contact him and apologize. promising that you wouldn’t forget next time.

a tapping on his passenger side window snapped him out of his thoughts, causing a halt to the mini pity party he was having. swiping away tears, wonbin unlocked his doors — allowing you to situate yourself into his car. there was a silence with his occasional sniffle. your eyes glued on the phone that illuminated your face. a few minutes would pass before you finally looked at him. but only for a second and no longer than a second.

“hey binnie.” the way you spoke in such a sweet tone nearly gave him whiplash. not seeing how you could so casually greet him as if you weren’t a whole hour behind schedule. greeting him without knowing that you were the reason he was so distraught a few moments ago. “sorry i took so long, i-“ but you were stopped.

“you forgot.”

his words caught you off guard. a scuff almost leaving your mouth when he cut you off, but thank god it got stuck in your throat. glancing over to the man, your eyes scanned his face. the way his cheeks were flushed, eyes puffy and bottom lip quivering, but he still managed to smile so softly at you. it almost made your heart ache. just almost. your eyes were trained on his trembling pupils — the way he looked so sad yet so happy to see you.

“you forgot, but it’s ok. i have all day for you to make time for me.” his voice cracking with every syllable that slipped past his lips. you did forget, but your pride wouldn’t let you say that. you couldn’t say that. so instead, you tripped to flip it. “what? of course i didn’t forget, of course i have time for you.” your snappy tone making his smile falter for just a split second. facing forward, his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. so what now? the air was thick, and he was hurt.

putting the vehicle into drive, wonbin tried to get ahold of his emotions as he drove. all while you shifted your attention back to the screen in your hands. connecting your phone to the cars bluetooth. boys cry too filled the empty space. as he drove around, the music was slowly drowned out by the ringing in his ears. becoming lost in his own mind while his body was on autopilot. pulling into a secluded park near the park.a place you two used to frequent, back when you cared.the music had long since been turned off as he turned off the car. leaning back into his seat, wonbins’ eyes found their way to your face.

they always did.

“did you really want to hang out with me today?” he still had that saddened expression on his face as he looked at you. picking at the skin around his fingers, waiting for an answer. waiting for anything. shifting in the seat, you managed to turn completely towards wonbin — shoving your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. “yeah, sure i lost track of time, but that doesn’t mean i didn’t wanna see you.” reaching over, you used the pads of your fingers to swipe away lingering tears on his face. he looked adorable, all worked up.

but he couldn’t seem to believe you, yet allowing your fingers to wipe and caress his face. “i hate your excuses, they hurt so much more than when you ignore me.” he tried so hard to keep a steady tone, cheeks heating up as he kept eye contact.

“do you want me to show you how much i love being around you?” before he could even answer, you were sliding yourself into his lap. reaching down to adjust his seat — making enough room for you both to sit comfortably in the small space. cupping his cheeks in both hands, your thumbs working circles on the skin that you couldn’t quite cover with your palms. leaning forward to plant small kisses on his forehead. humming into his skin when his hands found sanctuary on your thighs.

but don’t get it twisted, you were only doing this so he wouldn’t leave. so he felt loved, and wanted.

your kisses eventually found his lips, nipping at his bottom for entry — entry that he gladly gave to you. while your tongue roamed his mouth, one of your hands started its own adventure to his pants. single handedly unbuttoning the fabric. speaking against his lips, you instructed him to slip down his jeans. he was quick to follow, a whine leaving his throat when the cold air of his car hit the exposed flesh. you didn’t plan on fucking him in his car, just a quick handjob to keep him satisfied.

it’s truly a shame how pretty he was, letting all that beauty go to waste by being such a cling. that’s truly the only reason you never perused him. but you were so lucky that he loved you and adored you as much as he did — letting you do anything you wanted in exchange for the smallest sliver of your attention.

your lips attached themselves to his neck, one hand gripping onto his nape while the other slowly pumped his dick. gripping onto the sides of your hoodie, wonbin let his head fall back into the seat. but this time he wasn’t crying. strings of his moans and whines floating in the air while your hand set a painfully slow pace. gripping at his base before slowly sliding back up to his twitching tip. your thumb spreading around the precum that leaked from his slit.

he would make attempts to buck up into your enclosed fist. only to be forced back down by the weight of your body on his own. his head spinning at the damn-near torturous speed of your hand and your teeth bruising the pale skin of his neck. it was all too much as once, too much in general. broken pleas and cries for you to speed up.

so you finally did, he wanted it right?

the switch of pace had his body squirming underneath you, causing the vehicle to slightly rock side to side. thighs tightening, wonbin held onto you for dear life. if he wasn’t lightheaded before, he definitely was now. parted lips allowing for any and every sound to come from him. you could tell he was close, you knew him all too well. whispering praises just below his ear to push him to the edge. and it worked. it didn’t take much for more until he was releasing all over your hand and onto himself. repeating your name as if he would forget it later. resting your head onto his shoulder, you allowed for him to catch his breath.

but you didn’t stay long, wiping your hand onto his now cum-stained shirt. you opened the car door and stepped out, as your apartment was only a few blocks away from where you two were seated. leaving him without even a goodbye.

“it’s always me left to clean up all the mess.”

note- ok first, 3 fics in week? let me calm down before i get burnt out 😭😭 but i really wanted to write a subish wonbin and i was in the mean mood?? so my apologies for those who wanted a good end. heh. also i linked the song that this is loosely based off of, you just gotta find it! (it’s so easy to find but still)

note 2.0- quick tmi, when i was writing this, specifically the sex scene, i asked my roommate to help me see if that position was possible. so we were in his car, adjusting the seat to see if it was possible and comfortable. to this day, he doesn’t know what it was for but he never questions me. literally my best friend dude

#luvyujun #wonbin #riize #riize imagines #riize smut #riize wonbin #wonbin x reader #wonbin smut #park wonbin #riize angst #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize reading #riize park wonbin #riize suggestive #riize fanfic #riize hard thoughts #sub wonbin #badend??

[scholastic-dragon]

Happy birthday! Ok so correct me if I'm wrong but you write for hellboy right? If so, could you please do 2008 hellboy smut. Like maybe some jealous rooftop sex with a plus size s/o? (If not you can totally ignore this!)

Yes yes yes

Just watched the first movie last night cause it's on Netflix and I am ready for this

Jealous Fuck

Hellboy x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: fingering, jealously, jealous fuck, dirty talk, praise, p in v, no condom (please wrap before you tap), semi public sex, spelling mistakes,

"Who was he?" Hellboy shrugs, trying and failing to hide his annoyance and jealously.

"Hb..." You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around your form.

"You guys seemed pretty close," He continued, a hand on his hip.

"He was a new agent, HB, I was just showing him around town, it wasn't anything to be jealous of," your hair blows widely in the late October wind.

He sighs, looking at the gravel floor on the buildings roof. "You promise?"

You walk up to him, taking both his hands in yours, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I promise. It was just friendly. I only have eyes for you, baby,"

You could tell he wanted to believe you, but some insecure part of his gut wouldn't let it go.

"It's friendly 'Cause you're all mine right?"

Letting go of his stone hand, you cup his cheek, turning him to meet your eyes.

"I'm all yours, Red,"

Something flashes in his eyes, you've seen it before and it makes your face flush. He lunges, pressing his lips to yours. Slanting his lips he steals the breath from your lungs and makes you moan against his lips.

His stone hand reaches around to grope your thick ass, his human one tangling in your hair.

You squeeze his biceps, feeling heat pool between your thighs. "Let's go back to HQ, baby," You whisper against his lips.

"No time," He pulls away, tugging your hair back, making you tip your head up, exposing your throat. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now,"

You moan, his mouth sucking deep dark bruises onto your neck, a clear marking as his.

He pushes you to the roof ledge, spinning you around and bending you over the wall.

"Red..." You whisper, becoming bashful.

Hb tugs at your leggings, ripping them down your legs and pooling them at your boots. The cold spread goosebumps across your skin.

Your eyes flicker all around the empty streets and alleyways around you. You thank God it was the middle of the night and not day.

He dips his fingers into your folds, and you buck and moan, rolling your hips.

"So wet, baby," He parts them, moving his fingers around and coating them in your wetness.

He bends down, kissing at your ass cheek, he sucks a hickey into you skin then bites. Hard.

You yelp, but it turns into a moan as he plunges a finger into your sopping depths. You bite your jacket sleeve to keep quiet, only allowing harsh breaths and grunts.

His slips a second finger in, moving them fast, the sound of your slick filling the silent air.

"Red baby, I need you," You moan, looking at him over your shoulder.

"We gotta wait, hot stuff," He pulls his hand from your pussy and smacks your ass, making you yelp loudly. "You're not stretched enough for my big dick,"

"I am," You moan, face bright red.

"You think?" He slips three fingers inside you, stretching and pulling at your tight entrance. "You can barely take three fingers baby,"

"I can take it," reaching down, you rub and circle your clit, knowing it drives him wild to see you doing it.

Your pussy relaxes, allowing his three thick fingers to move easily in and out of you.

"Huh, you were right, baby," He removes his hand, licking them clean. "Let's see if my cock can fit too,"

You hear his zipper and belt, it sends an entirely unholy shiver down your spine. His hands grab your waist, his cock poking your folds.

"You ready?"

"Please," He slowly pushes himself in, not wanting to hurt you. But he didn't have to worry about that, because of how wet you were, he slipped in halfway without any trouble.

"Look at that, baby," He cooed. "Halfway without any trouble. That's my good girl,"

Your toes curled in your boots, you set your forehead on your arm, trying with all your might to not move.

With slow movements he slips inside to the hilt, moaning with you. He pulls out them slams forward.

You can't contain your moans, mouth hanging out and the sounds echoing across the quiet neighborhood.

"That's it baby," hb groans behind you.

"Fuck, you're so big," You moan, pushing your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Yeah, big and thick but you take it like a fucking champ, don't you baby? Yeah, cause that's what good girls do,"

You moan louder, reaching your hand back to play with your clit. The band in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.

"Say you're mine," He growls, thrusting harder.

"I'm yours! I'm all yours baby!" You shout, cumming around his thick cock, bucking and moaning against him. You're thankful the brick wall was there to hold you up.

"Say. It. Again." He spanks and thrusts his words, making you skin bloom red.

"I'm yours, Hellboy! I'm all yours!"

"That's it, good fucking girl," He pants, thrusting harder and more erratically, nearing his end.

With a roar he fills your pussy with his hot cum, there's too much and it spills from your sore hole.

You whimper and pant together, calming your breaths. "Fuck, Hb,"

He laughs softly, leaning down and kissing up your clothed spine, pressing his lips to your ear. "You're mine, and I'm yours. And nothing is ever going to change that,"

#BARK BARK BARK #hellboy #hellboy headcannons #hellboy imagine #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy x reader #hellboy x fem reader #birthday smut #thanks for the ask! #it is my work

[kaicubus]

Dating Wayne Headcanons

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warnings : violence, physical violence ((not towards reader)), protective wayne, blood, mentions of weapons like knives and guns, mentions of an abusive ex, cursing, sex mentions but nothing explicit.

pairing : fem!reader x wayne mccullough

authors note : STREAM WAYNE ON AMAZON PRIME PLEASE I LOVE THIS EMO BAD BOY WITH MY ENTIRE HEART!!!!!!!

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- It really wasn't supposed to go further than a few dates, but after he took you to multiple run down diners and nights spent in vacant parking lots on the curbs with strawberry and vanilla milkshakes, you started developing feelings towards him. Genuine ones.

♡ Before you met him, Wayne had never kissed anyone. You're his first girlfriend so he’s kinda lost when it comes to anything intimate. All he really knows is he wants to be around you constantly and wants to protect you, and that you tend to look cute 10/10 times without fail. Before you came along, no girl would ever think once about getting with Wayne, so he’s also kinda caught off guard when you awkwardly slide your hand into his.

“What are you doing?” He instinctively retracts his hand out of unfamiliarity.

“Holding your hand?” You say.

“What is this — a boyfriend girlfriend thing or a Y/n thing?”

“Both??”

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and really enjoys holding your hand to the point where he forgets that sometimes you're attached to him and will swing his arm inhumanly strong, causing you to practically fly into the air.

With kissing too, he quickly grows fond of the feeling. Once he’s hooked, he can never go back. Even if it’s when you two are hanging out doing nothing, Wayne sneaks a few kisses here and there but it always ends in a full blown make out session to fulfill his attention needs.

♡ Without fail, when Wayne gets in fights, you're there to clean his wounds. Since he doesn't care until you start to worry, you've become accustomed to bringing a few band-aids and alcohol wipes at least on you wherever you go.

“You don't have to do this shit, Y/n.”

You wrap his knuckles with bandages , “Just stay still, ok? I have to clean your face next.”

((He secretly likes it a lot, keep doing it.))

♡ When it comes to showing affection in private, he prefers kissing your lips more than anything; pressing soft kisses against the corners of your mouth, working his way to the middle of your lips like it’s a reward. He also really loves touching the back of your neck and feeling all the wispy baby hairs that hug your skin.

♡ Wayne’s big on physical touch, so much so that if you ever don't give him his daily dose of hugs he gets visibly sluggish, upset, and less tolerant of everybody’s bullshit. In fact if he sees you with someone else touching their arm or hugging them goodbye before you give him a big ol’ smoochie, he’ll walk over and get it himself.

♡ Speaking of jealousy, there’s no way this boy isn't a jealous person. Especially when it comes to you, his literal saving grace, his girlfriend, he sees everyone as a threat. Classmates at school, club members in your after school club, your guy friends, and random people on the street; no one escapes Wayne without getting a death stare or three. If they try anything though, that’s when all hell breaks loose, as well as someones arm.

♡ He’s not an outwardly jealous person though; he won’t throw tantrums and explode on you if he feels insecure about your relationship with a guy. Instead, If Wayne sees a guy flirting with you, he just automatically assumes he doesn't know his place in your life. So without of making a scene, he’ll walk up to you and smugly wrap an arm around your shoulder and stare bullets into the guy before you give him the time of day and pay attention to him.

“Yeah, Wayne?”

“Hm? Oh, nothin’. Who’s this?”

He tries to act intimidating in social settings, but he doesn't have to try hard at all. If anything he’s more of a silent jealous type where he just observes the person and analyzes them completely before knocking their teeth out.

♡ If you show ANY ounce of fear around someone, especially someone doing business with Wayne, his eyes harden and he changes into a human weapon complete with a totally non-lethal bat with nails hammered into it!! He has aimbot.

♡ Even if he is A Wayne, he’s still A guy and is pretty awkward with certain things. Dude will smash a guy’s head out any given time of day on command but gets nervous when he has to buy you pads or tampons because there's just so many of them. Occasionally, he subconsciously cracks a few dirty jokes in between his sentences in hopes he’ll impress you, basically saying ‘hey I  can be funny too, I’m not totally spooky.’ but regardless, you laugh at his jokes which makes him really happy.

♡ Wayne is also like, painfully sweet. He’s trying his best, since it’s all new to him, and you can see that.

“I got you these.” He holds up a small flower bouquet.

“Wayne, these are daisy weeds, fleabane, and white clovers wrapped in wrinkled caution tape. I think there’s a dead bee on this one here.” You stare at the mixture of weeds in his hands.

“Do you like them? I can get you more if you want.”

♡ There’s not a single moment of his day where thinking of you doesn't cross his mind. Wayne will smile, completely smitten with your eyes, your hair and your body. Remember when I said he’s a Wayne but he’s also a guy? Yeah. When he’s not deathly injured or when the two of you aren't running from someone with a gun, free time is spent in the back of a car or on your bed in a heated make out moment.

♡ During sex, his hands are ALL over your body. Mostly your hips and thighs, but he’d be lying if he said he didn't like touching your boobs too.

♡ He has a tendency to ‘accidentally’ leave articles of clothing in your possession in hopes of seeing you wear his shirt or his flannel or his denim jacket throughout the week. Sometimes you find half your closet just stuffed with random t-shirts that weren't there before only to find out they're all Wayne’s. 

♡ Wayne has this really cute habit of spinning you around like you're dancing even if there's no music playing and out of the blue. He thinks that the way your hair sways when you spin is just really pretty and he can’t help but say it too.

“Why do you always spin me around?” You chuckle and rest your arms over his shoulders.

“I just think you look really pretty today.” He grins ear to ear.

“How come you say that every day then?

He shrugs, “How can you be so pretty every day, Y/n?”

#wayne mccullough #wayne #dating wayne #wayne x reader #wayne series #wayne mccullough x reader #wayne headcanons #wayne amazon #wayne mccullough imagine #kaicubus

[transmasclittledestiny]

Can I get jealous Dethklok headcanons?

Reader x jealous Dethklok members!

Canon typical violence and substance use

Possibly ooc (I need to rewatch the series)

Gender neutral reader

Nathan:

He doesn't usually feel the need to be jealous, I mean he's the front of Dethklok, he shouldn't need to worry about anything interfering with the relationship right?

Yeah, no.

He's very protective of you.

He gives his bandmates a whole rundown about what not to do when you're around since they've gotten a little too close with some of his past relationships.

He didn't worry about Murderface too much though, for many reasons.

If you guys are out at a bar and someone starts flirting with you, there will probably be a bar fight, and Nathan will definitely win.

Nathan would probably have his hand around you the rest of the night.

He might not even wash the blood off his knuckles just to show anyone else not to fuck with him or his partner.

He's kinda like a big grizzly bear, don't touch his honey

(that was such a stupid fucking joke I'm sorry)

Pickles

Pickles doesn't really get jealous often, but it might just be the fact his off his ass usually.

But when he does notice someone getting a little too close to you in a way he doesn't like, he's loud about it.

He would probably call them a douchebag and punch them in the face.

If he got in a bar fight, I'm honestly not sure if he would win.

Not because he isn't strong, I think he can pack a punch.

I just think he might drink too much to really stay on his feet long enough, there's a 50/50 chance he'd win, depends how much he drank beforehand.

It's very sweet though, even if he doesn't win.

Toki

If Toki gets a reason to be jealous, he won't be as upfront as the previous two with it.

He would probably make a passive aggressive remark and pull you away or something.

"Heys, leaves that douchebags, I gots to shows yous something."

He knows you love him so he doesn't need to worry about you leaving him for someone, but he can still get jealous.

Skwisgaar

Best way I can explain it is like when your dog smells another dog on you if that makes sense.

If he gets pushed far enough though, there will be blood (for reference, the scene where he beats a guy probably to death in Snakes N' Barrels ||)

I might bomb this cuz I don't rlly know how to write Skwisgaar I'm sorry in advance.

He might not seem like it, but he can get quite jealous.

You might think he doesn't care since he prides himself in his great he is, especially since he's the lead guitarist of Dethklok and all the sex he's had with no real care in the world, but he does.

And that jealousy might get pushed deep down to keep up his whole front, but it might backfire in the end and cause a bit of a breakdown.

When that little line finally snaps, he'll start to pay extra attention to you and probably always have a hand on you (in public.)

You'll definitely realize what's going and sit down with him to talk about it but he'll pretend he doesn't know what you're talking about.

You have to reassure him that you'll stay with him which might cause some emotions and he'll get mad at himself for cracking, but you'll again reassure him it's ok.

It's like dating a Cactus (joking, maybe)

Murderface

Murderface would probably be the easiest to get jealous and is already pretty insecure about his love life.

So when he sees someone flirting with you, he might make a small scene.

He makes it (very) loud and clear to anyone around that you're taken, and that he's the one you're taken by.

It's a little embarrassing...

He doesn't do it to embarrass you though, he dies it purely because he thinks someone else might genuinely steal you away.

I mean, he's the bassist, they aren't exactly the most popular as shown multiple times in the show.

And he knows he's not exactly the best looking guy out there, at least not compared to his bandmates.

But you love him, and you remember to tell him that after his little moments.

#metalocalypse x reader #dethklok x reader #nathan explosion x reader #pickles the drummer x reader #toki wartooth x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #william murderface x reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

💻

It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #study buddy #au #series #drabble

[delcakoo]

jay with a short gf ↷♡

requested <3 ! jake ver ! hoon ver ! riki ver !

PAIRING ! jay x f!reader

WC ! 1.4k

GENRE ! fluff, crack, slight suggestive

a/n: sobbing this was so cute and fun to write, ty for the req anonnie <3

if you told jay you were insecure about your height.. oh boy

he’d literally go straight from :D to >:[

ITS ONE OF HIS FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT YOU?

you’re just so !! cute !! he wants to shove you in his pocket and protect you from the world !!!

and you’re lucky jay is not one to tease often

he’s more just. blunt and completely honest with what he’s thinking at all times

exhibit A

due to your short height you can’t reach a lot of things in the kitchen :(

so when he sees you standing on top of the counter to grab something off the shelf he just goes, “aww”

you whip your head around and there he is. just 🧌 in the doorway

so being the gentle soul you are you give him the middle finger *eye twitch*

but the truth is he wasn’t even teasing you!!

he genuinely thought you looked adorable :c

you could pick a twig off the ground and he’d go ‘☺️ that’s my y/n’ like a literal dad

AND AND due to your height n’ size difference jay’s clothes just OVERFLOW on you

you’ll walk in like, “bub?”

he looks up from his phone all tired and— AHHHHSJHDND Y/N’S WEARING MY SHIRT look how cute she is!!!

he grows the most fond smile imaginable as he murmurs out a ‘yes angel’

but he won’t lie the shirt goes down to your knees so it looks like you have no pants on

he giggles a bit BUT AGAIN jay does not tease you much so he stays quiet <3

even if you were taller than him, this man would still find ways to baby you

but since you’re a great deal smaller than him, his instinct grows even stronger

when it’s cold out???? suddenly you’re a first grader who can’t even zip up their own coat

“ok y/n where’s your gloves? no not those cheap ones, i mean the big puffy grey ones with the velcro straps, your hands are so tiny we have to— OH, AND WE CAN’T FORGET YOUR HAT. seriously, i heard you can get sick from having your ears exposed to the cold for too long—“

you’re just like 🧍‍♀️”love, i don't think my ears temperature will affect my health”

he silences you by further tightening his giant black scarf around your neck and chin

this goes for warm weather too of course, not just cold 🙁

“hmm, i don’t trust this sunscreen brand, y/n. since you’re so small, it shouldn’t be too hard to find a hat that can cover your entire body, right?”

“hey! i’m not that small!”

it’s too late

instead of a hat though, your boyfriend’s brought you a whole umbrella to carry around, declaring that the sun will NOT be burning you today!!

secretly, you have to admit you love being taken care of by him :)

one reason you find yourself getting annoyed by your height though, is when you have to literally stand on your tippy toes just to give jay a kiss :c

yeah, instead of seeing his handsome face when you look in his direction, all you get is his shoulder 🙁

every time you want a kiss while he’s standing, you have to beg him to stay still and bend his neck down so he can meet you halfway

sometimes he can’t help but chuckle a little at your efforts just to reach him

which makes you pout of course, “it’s not my fault you’re as tall as the BFG!”

“eh? i’m average height y/n”

“not for me you asshole”

bro laughs at you again

he thinks you look like one of those little demon chihuahuas when you’re mad

(but he’d never tell you that cuz he’s scared you’ll beat him up with those tiny knuckles of yours 🏃)

sometimes jay gets a little uncomfy looking down all the time and complains about his neck hurting

so, if an innocent kiss turns into something steamier he will instead scoop you up and bring you somewhere where you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes the whole time and his neck won’t feel like it’s about to fall off

either that, or he gets impatient and just lifts you by your thighs to hold you against a wall/kitchen counter

muscle pig

but you’re just like “babe why are we doing this against the wall, can we go to like. the couch or something”

suddenly he’s pouting with his swollen ass lips (proud to say that’s your doing <3) “but i wanted to show off my muscles..”

since you’re a softie for pouty jay you let him do what he wants with you

speaking of his muscles you think it’s fun to tag along on jay’s gym expeditions

sunghoon and niki are usually there too !! gym bros !!

it’s fun watching until they ask YOU to join

“absolutely not. i’m here to pass you your water bottles and that’s about it”

doesn’t matter

the youngest has already dragging you over to the pull up bar and jay’s just smirking his stupid jay smirk because he KNOWS you cannot reach that shit

“okay go, just try one,” niki encourages innocently

you swear if he wasn’t so buff you’d fight him right there

this kid knows damn well you cannot reach that bar

before you can say anything, your boyfriend luckily comes to the rescue

without a word, he grabs your waist lifting you with such ease that it makes you a bit flustered

IN THE BACKGROUND hoon is GIGGLING like A DUMBASS

“shortie”

you whip your head over to the silver haired boy in offense before looking back at jay

“ay, you’re my boyfriend, why aren’t you stopping this discrimination”

he goes 🧍‍

“but.. its true”

you flick his forehead in retaliation ☺️

anyway so with the help of jay you reach the pull up bar and surprise yourself by actually doing A WHOLE PULL UP 💪

jay’s jaw dropped and he starts clapping and smiling and JSJND HE WAS SO PROUD OF YOU !!

“that’s my strong girl. wah, can you do another one for me?”

you folded right there

it felt nice receiving such praise so..

YOU DID ANOTHER ONE WOOO

before flopping to the ground because damn pull ups are hard

jay made a delicious meal when you both got home that day because YOU DID TWO PULL UPS <3

there’s like a silent agreement between you and jay that when you’re standing up, he’s the one giving the affection

it goes from just reaching down to give you little pecks to resting his chin on your head with a warm backhug

god jay loves back hugs so much, especially since you’re so small, it’s easier to just wrap you up in his arms like a burrito n’ trap you there forever c:

sometimes it’s a bit too much though

“babe please i’m going to choke”

“sorry angel, you’re just so cute.”

you give him the side eye

BUT when you’re sitting or lying down.. it’s your time to shine!!

finally you can see his handsome face without having to crane your neck up

gotta use him lying down to your advantage !

y’know when jay wears his classic boyfriend outfit with the white muscle top UAHSJSH

you pull him onto your lap n’ he’s like .. 🤨

bro is a strong believer that you should be the one in his lap not the other way around

BUT once you get your fingers running through his hair n’ massaging his temples he just deflates

jay doesn’t get taken care of often so he’s just amazed because wait?? it feels so good???

then it leads to you giving him a full body massage because it’s what the man deserves

then as you’re massaging his stupid muscly arms he goes “your hands are so weak i can’t even feel anything love”

HE HAS TO TEASE YOU SOMETIMES OKAY it’s out of love

all in all. jay is your number one fan no matter how short you are (and secretly, he doesn’t want you to grow!! >:c)

hugs for my short readers out there 🫂

likes don’t tell me much, reblogs n’ comments are always very appreciated if you enjoyed <3

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[carmybears]

Stay

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: meeting Carmy's sister for the first time. tw for panic attacks.

word count: 2.9K

The sound of shattering ceramic in the other room makes your head snap up with a start. Across the couch from you, Sugar’s eyebrows knit together in concern — an expression you can only think of as “older sister face”—as she calls out to her brother.

“Everything ok in there, Carm?”

“Guess we know why he’s a chef and not a dish washer,” Pete chuckles, giving her a good natured pat on the knee in reassurance.

When you don’t hear a sound in the other room, you feel a lump begin to grow in your throat. 

“I should go check on-“ Sugar starts.

“No, no I got it,” you volunteer, recalling Carmy’s previous statements to you about this sister’s sixth sense for knowing when he’s in trouble (and scolding him for being a “soft shitty bitch” whenever he refuses her help).

“I was gonna refill my drink here in a minute anyway. Can I get you some more wine?” You ask, but don’t wait for an answer as you hurry to your feet and out of the room, leaving the wine glasses forgotten on the table.

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This was your first time meeting Carmy’s sister.

In the months since you started dating, you had already become well acquainted with his work family, but you knew that Carmy had some hesitations about introducing you to his real family. In the wake of Mikey’s death, he had been putting effort into mending his relationship with his sister, although progress didn’t necessarily come easy. Regardless, someone (probably Richie) let it slip to Sugar that “some girl” had been coming around the restaurant, “making Carmen all smiley.” Before you knew it, Carmy was begrudgingly extending his sister’s invitation to come around for dinner at her house.

The night of the dinner, Carmy drove you out to Sugar’s and you fretted the whole way there about how you looked, what small talk you would make, whether she’d like the bottle of wine you’d brought. But every time Carmy heard the insecurity creeping into your voice, he reached over and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, thumb running softly over your knuckles.

When you arrived, you were greeted by Sugar and Pete, already standing on the front doorstep, ready to pull you into a warm hug.

“It’s so good to meet you!” Sugar tells you with a squeeze. “God, look at you. You’re out of his league.”

She turns and says this with a wink to her brother before pulling him into an embrace as well.

Pete claps you on the shoulder warmly. “Good to have you here - it’s always nice to get another outsiders perspective on these two.”

Dinner itself is phenomenal—you learn that Sugar makes an eggplant parmesan that is to die for and you can’t help but wonder whether aptitude in the kitchen is genetic. Although, you do feel a bit like you’re on display for the first few hours of the evening because every time Carmy even so much as looks at you, Sugar’s eyes widen in delight like a kid on Christmas morning. Eventually Carmy nudges her arm and shakes his head at her, mumbling something about not wanting to scare you off.

At the end of the meal, you stand with your plate in hand, more than happy to help clean up after the amazing meal Sugar had prepared for you.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Sugar fusses, reaching out to take the plate.

“No, no I insist. Dinner was so great, it’s the least I can do.”

“How about I get the dishes,” Carmy offers, turning to his sister. “You can go tell embarrassing stories about me in the other room or something. I don’t need to be there when you pull out my sixth grade yearbook picture.”

Sugar looks like she wants to continue to debate the matter but decides against it, settling for topping off your wine glass and motioning to the living room around the corner.

You stack your dishes beside the sink and give Carmy’s arm a quick squeeze. "God, I bet you were such an awkward sixth grader.”

His lips pull into a brief smile and he lets out a knowing chuckle.

“Believe me, I was.” He plants a quick peck on your cheek. “I’ll be out there in a few.”

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When you enter the kitchen, Carmy’s back is to you as he stands at the sink and you see shards of ceramic – one of Sugar’s dinner plates—scattered on the floor surrounding his feet. Only when you step in closer do you notice the white knuckle grip that Carmy has on the countertop and the way he’s leaning against the granite for stability.

“Carmy?” your voice is panicked as you rush over to his side, sidestepping the worst of the broken dishware on the floor.

When you reach him, all of the color has drained from Carmy’s face and he’s got a fist pressed tightly to his chest as he sucks in frantic, shallow breaths. He blinks heavily, eyes squeezing together as if in pain, and you register something like fear in his eyes when he reopens them.

Your heart catches in your throat as you reach out to him, extending a shaking hand to cover his fist, now clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

“Carmy, Carm –“ You try to keep your voice a soothing tone as you press your fingertips lightly at his jaw. “Carmen.”

His gaze shifts and he starts, seemingly just now aware of your presence. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out.

“Carmy, honey, you’re having a panic attack,” you tell him. “Let’s sit you down, alright?”

At first, you start to steer him toward the kitchen table before he hesitates, keeping his feet planted firmly where he stands. When you look up, you realize why – the table is in full view of the living room, directly in the line of sight of Sugar and Pete.

“Ok, c’mere,” you coax him in the opposite direction, finding an open space away from the broken plate where Carmy can slide to the floor, back pressed up against the cabinets as you settle onto the ground in front of him, gripping his hand firmly in yours.

“If you breathe, you’re gonna feel a lot better. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

He gulps in a shaking breath, which he immediately exhales. Not great, but it’s a start.

“Ok, that’s good,” you nod, rubbing your hand in circles on his back. “This time, I want you to do that for two seconds. I’ll do it with you, ok.”

You breathe in audibly through your nose, counting out the seconds on your fingers as Carmy does the same.

“That’s better, let’s do it again.”

Again, Carmy breathes and you squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, baby. Now lemme see you hold that breath for two seconds and then exhale out real slow.”

You continue to guide him in his breathing, counting out loud as he gradually builds up to taking longer, deeper breaths. Some of the color seems to have come back into his face, and you can feel his pulse thumping in his wrist, still rapid, but not alarmingly so.

When you stop counting aloud, Carmy continues taking the long breaths on his own, tilting his head back to rest against the cabinet with his eyes closed. You readjust your position on the floor so that you’re sitting beside him, bodies pressed together hip to shoulder as you continue rubbing small circles on his back.

A shadow crosses the doorway, and you see Sugar enter the kitchen, a look of alarm crossing her face.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, willing her not to make a sound. It’s ok, you mouth to her.

The look of concern never leaves her face, but she nods trustingly and retreats back to the living room.

A few minutes later, you feel Carmy squeeze your hand tightly and you turn to look at him. His eyes are red and look more sullen than usual, but otherwise he looks fine.

“Thank you,” he rasps, not quite meeting your eye as he rakes a hand nervously through his hair and shifts his weight as he begins to stand. “I’m just gonna, uh, splash some water on my face. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” you promise.

Carmy disappears down the hall and you hear the click of a door and the faucet running a second later. In his absence, you find a broom and dustpan, cleaning up the broken plate the best you can before Carmy returns.

He says nothing when he comes back, just eyes the now clean floor and nods curtly. The pinched expression on his face tells you that he’s just barely holding something back, so you keep your questions to yourself and allow him to twine your fingers together before leading you back to the living room.

“Uh oh, there are the lovebirds,” Pete chimes when you return. “I was getting scared that you two might be up to trouble.”

Sugar’s face contorts from exasperation to defeat, but you see Carmy smile out of the corner of your eye, acting as if nothing had just happened in the kitchen as he addresses his brother in law.

“Not too much trouble, unless you’re asking the plates. Let me know how much I owe you for that, by the way.”

Pete shakes his head. “You don’t wanna know dude. That shit’s Crate & Barrel – costs an arm and a leg.”

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Thankfully, the rest of the evening passes without incident, and you almost forget about the scene in the kitchen. Almost.

You and Carmy had brought along a box of Marcus’s latest donut creations for dessert, which the four of you happily dive into, swiping crumbs from your plate when you’re done. Sugar and Carmy take turns telling stories about each other, and Pete even brings up a few stories from his childhood, prompting you to take mental bets with yourself about his upbringing (your money is on him being an only child from an upper middle class family in Nebraska; only a flyover state could produce such a degree of loud, overconfident politeness in a man like Pete).

It’s only when you catch Carmy yawning out of the corner of your eye that you all take note of the late hour and begin the process of saying goodbye. You shrug in to your coat and Sugar loads up your arms with leftovers from dinner, all the while begging Carmy to leave the final two donuts at the house for her and Pete.

In a whirlwind, you are pulled into a warm hug and a kiss is pressed into your cheek as you stand on the doorstep with Carmy. As the two of you start down the front steps toward the car, you hear Sugar’s voice behind you.

“Carmy? Can I see you a sec?”

You sense Carmy’s hesitation but he lingers back as you proceed to the car, depositing the leftover food safely in the backseat. When you turn back, the Berzattos are standing close together, voices low and heads tilted toward each other in conversation. The warm glow of the porchlight catches in a few strands of their hair, illuminating them both in an angelic glow as Sugar pulls Carmy into a final hug and says her goodbyes.

Carmy ambles over to the car, and in the dim moonlight, you notice how weary his face looks now that he’s no longer putting on a polite charade for his sister and brother-in-law.

“Baby, how about you let me drive,” you suggest, running a hand down the rough woolen sleeve of his plaid jacket. “No offense, but you look like you got hit by a bus.”

Carmy looks at you a moment and a wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That’s how I usually look.”

“Well, then it looks like you got hit by a bigger bus than usual.”

He lets out a dry laugh and hands the keys over to you.

You crank the heat in his car the moment you start the vehicle, needing a dry blast of heat to cut through the damp chill of early fall in Chicago. With mirrors and seats adjusted, you pull away from the curb and Carmy directs you out of Sugar’s neighborhood, the headlights of the vehicle cutting through the darkness of Sugar’s suburban streets.

“I think that went really well,” Carmy remarks after directing you to make a left turn onto a more familiar street. “Sugar loves you.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t love me,” you chuckle, bringing the car to a stop at a red light.

“She told me so,” he insists. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already requested to follow you on Instagram and is plotting to invite you to book club with her college friends.”

“Book club? Do they read anything interesting?”

The light turns green and you make the turn onto the highway, accelerating steadily as you merge with traffic. For a few miles, you and Carmy sit together in silence. You swallow the lump that has been gradually forming in your throat since dessert and your palms grow slick as you wonder how best to speak to Carmy about what happened tonight. You suppose you could just let it be for now, although you have a sneaking suspicion, knowing Carmy, that he won’t bring it up unprompted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the city lights sliding over Carmy’s features as you speed back toward home – red and green lights casting long shadows over his cheekbones, fanned out under his eyelashes.

Your chest constricts as you make the decision to dive in.

“So do you get panic attacks a lot?”

There is a beat of silence before he exhales heavily. “How do you define a lot?”

You give him a stern look over the center console before fixing your eyes back on the road, his hands fidgeting in your peripheral vision.

“I started getting them a lot around the time I came back here,” He admitted slowly. “I suppose I probably used to have a version of them back in New York, y’know, with the whole vomit before work thing. But really, it’s been since Mikey.”

You nod silently, flicking the blinker with your left hand as you change lanes, knowing that your exit is coming up.

“This is the first time I’ve had one since meeting you, though. The last time, Syd had just started at The Beef and I just ran out on her, hauled ass to get to the Al Anon meeting across town. I dunno how to explain it, but I just had to get out of the Restaurant, away from Mikey. It had started to feel to real, y’know? Like he was alive again.”

He lets out a long breath, scratching at the crown of his head as he tended to do whenever he was getting stressed or uncomfortable.

“That’s how it felt tonight too –With you meeting Sugar and all. I was standin’ there doing the dishes and thinking God, this is going great and the thought occurred to me that I couldn’t wait for you to meet Mikey.”

Carmy’s still fidgeting, fingers drumming against his thigh, toying with a loose thread on his jacket. You reach out to him and lay your hand over his, squeezing lightly.

He squeezes back and whispers, so quietly that you almost don’t hear it. “He would’ve loved you.”

Your throat feels tight and you’re surprised to feel the prickle of tears stinging your eyes as you listen to his confession.

“I wish I could have met him, Carmy. I really do.”

You take your exit off the highway and zigzag your way down the surrounding streets until you come to Carmy’s apartment, fortunate enough to find parking on your first pass down the street. As soon as you open the car doors, the damp chill of the autumn air raises goosebumps up and down your arms with a shiver.

You’ve barely stepped onto the sidewalk when Carmy tugs you into a tight hug, arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he presses his lips to your forehead. You squeeze your arms around him as you bury your face into the curve of his shoulder and feel him let out a long breath. You stand there for nearly a full minute, wrapped up in each other, unmoving until Carmy finally steps away.

“Do you wanna stay here tonight?” he asks, motioning his head in the direction of his building.

“Do you want me to stay?” you ask, a bit surprised. Up to this point of your relationship, Carmy had always had a habit of retreating back after sharing such vulnerable pieces of himself – his relationship with his brother, his anxieties about the restaurant. You’d always respected his space, understanding that he’d come back around when he wasn’t feeling so raw. Honestly, you had already expected that tonight you’d be catching the L home and wouldn’t hear from him until tomorrow, so it came as a surprise when he nodded yes, blue eyes pleading with you in ways that words couldn’t.

“Of course I’ll stay,” you promised him. And as you walked arm in arm into the building, you hoped he knew that you would always stay if he needed you to.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto angst #mine

[gritees]

unlovable

a/n: not proofread. for all my girls out there who hate themselves 🫶! this lowkey just so i could make myself feel better 💀 beware of shitty grammar! wc: 618

angst, oikawa tooru x reader

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sometimes you wonder how you bagged a guy like oikawa. the star athlete with hundreds of fans. he's pretty, built like a god, kind, witty, and so many other things that you can't even list out.

sometimes you wonder how he could smile at you, how he could kiss your cheek and ask about your day so lovingly, or how he could go out of his way to stand in line for two hours to buy your favorite pastries.

you're not pretty. sure, you're definitely not ugly, but you'd consider yourself average. if someone saw you on the street, they'd walk right past you because you were just another girl. nothing worth doing a double take for or asking for your number. you're not not stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking, or whatever he calls you everyday. you know you're not and you've come to accept it. it's why you begin to think he's just saying things to make you happy.

you're not an incredibly kind or sweet person. you don't forgive and you definitely don't forget. sure, you hold the door for some or help your classmates with homework problems, but far from the kind of female protagonist shown in the mangas or animes. you're not willing to forgive people who have hurt you in the past nor are you willing to sacrifice yourself for them. you don't have the golden angel halo above your head and you're selfish sometimes. you're a bitter person and incredibly angry at the world.

you're not an ambitious woman working to build an empire. you study and work hard to live an average life with a comfortable salary. nothing lavish, nothing big. you don't keep going in the face of difficulties, you give up. the first time you failed to cook a dish, you gave up immediately. because no one has time to wait for the water to finish boiling, ‘why can't i just drop the damn pasta in already.’

you just don't see any part of yourself worth loving. you're unlovable. you're just so painfully ordinary. and it's why you don't understand why he chose you, out of all great and beautiful girls out there.

but tooru sees so many things about you worth loving. he sees the good in you and he thanks the heavens everyday for giving him the opportunity to be with you. after you fall asleep, he makes it a routine to kiss every knuckle and scar and whisper all the things he loves about you. when you turn away from him, he gazes at you with the most loving eyes that anyone who sees would throw up from the raw emotions he holds for you. when you're not around him, he looks up at the stars and prays that you're safe and happy.

and when he notices how you avoid looking at yourself in the mirror or begin shying away from speaking about yourself or look enviously at other girls, he's quick to remind you.

“i want to make you see that you are worth loving. you don't see it now, but i promise you will. stay with me and i'll show you all the great things about yourself. i'll kiss every inch of your body until you forget what it's like to hate every inch of it. i’ll show you if it's the last thing i do.”

you're no honda tooru or female protagonist in a manga. but that's ok because you don't need to be. you'll stay the bitter and fragile person you are. laughing when people fall, crying when someone yells at you, but being loved by oikawa tooru makes it all worth it. and slowly, you begin to see yourself in a different light.

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a/n: reality is that a man can't fix you. wish it was so simple that someone loving you can make all our insecurities go away but it is what it is. at least fanfiction me is happy 🤷🏻‍♀️

YOU GUYS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU!

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[wannaeatramyeon]

How would the boys (Jake, Samuel, Warren, anyone else) react if reader got hurt? Like stabbed or shot?

Also there are not enough Warren Chae x reader scenerios and headcanons so if you have time and/or energy please I beg of you😩😩

Thanks for the ask :) i'll try and incorporate more of Warren. I always find it hard to write scenarios and hc of people with canon love interest/partners because i feel like such a homewrecker!

Lookism reacting to S/O getting hurt

(Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Warren Chae, Gun Park, Goo Kim)

Jake Kim

So much guilt at seeing you getting hurt regardless of whether it was a direct consequence of being with him or not.

Starts doubting the relationship. Not because he doesn't love you, because he does. So so much. But your safety is his number one concern and he would rather lose you than put you in any more danger.

The guilt piles on when he realises that you are consoling and comforting him, when it should be the other way round. You talk to him and tell him that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by his side. The remorse lessens, ever so slightly.

While you're recovering, Jake clears his schedule to make sure he can spend all his time with you. Puts on an extra brave face to make you smile and laugh at his silliness. Laughter is meant to be the best medicine, after all.

In the meantime, there are strict orders to the rest of the crew to make sure that the person pays for what they have done to you.

Samuel Seo

After making sure you're ok and well on your way to recovery, the first thing he would do is find out exactly who injured you and where they are.

Doesn't care about exactly why you are injured, just that the person is punished for harming you. How dare they harm what is his. How dare they even touch you.

The second thing he does is grab his brass knuckles to rain hellfire. He doesn't involve anyone else. It's personal. Samuel does all the talking with his punches until they are left dead, or wishing they're dead.

Insecurities and doubts start to kick in after the dust has settled. Why isn't he strong enough to protect you in the first place? Your words of reassurance, as usual, always does wonders for his inferiority complex. He would be lost without you by his side.

Doesn't let you out of his sight when you are healing, and completes all his work from home. You're touched. You know how ambitious he is, so to put you above everything else shows how much he loves you.

Warren Chae

Completely shaken up by what has happened. No doubt he will exact his revenge but will be left traumatised by the incident.

He swore to protect you and he's failed to do so? How could he think of himself as your partner. What's the point in telling people about his wins/losses/draws? The stupid ratio doesn't matter if he loses you.

Struggles with omitting words even more after this, and trains harder than ever to get stronger. Absolutely dotes on you 24/7 until you are better and also beyond.

Similar to Jake and Samuel, you need to comfort and console him about his insecurities. How you can't plan for every eventuality, Warren can't be with you all the time even if he tries. Together, you build his confidence back up.

The first time he speaks to you in a full sentence again, you cry. He didn't think it was possible to love you anymore.

Gun Park

Immediately checks that it's not fatal. If it is, he will rush you to emergency care. If not, then he will be chasing after the attacker.

Either way, it all ends up the same way for the person who hurt you. There is no mercy, he will burn the place down to the ground to find out who it is and kill them. If they're affiliated with someone, then consequences be damned.

If by some stroke of luck they manage to evade Gun, then he will happily spend the rest of his life tracking them down.

Surprisingly caring when you are recovering, making sure your every need and whim is tended to. To be honest, gets extremely overbearing. You wouldn't be allowed to go to the bathroom on your own if you didn't insist.

This side of him doesn't come out often though so you try and take advantage. Gun knows this and lets you anyway.

Goo Kim

Absolute seek and destroy. Goo hates people touching things that are his. There is no way whoever harmed you is getting away, and especially not with a painless death.

The sadistic side of his character really comes out. He wants to see your attacker beg for death. For every moment left in their pitiful life to be hell on earth. To see the light finally go out in their eyes. And he wants to be responsible for all that.

A complete 180 from this is the way he is with you when you are recovering. Your every wish is his command.

Goo will stick to your side like the strongest superglue known to mankind. You are never getting a moment of peace for the foreseeable. It's annoying and cute in equal measures.

Underneath the clinginess is a whole lotta love and worry, so you take it in stride.

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[merowkittie]

short comfort Drabble from either mikes 42 or 1610 :) (r receiving)

Tw: body insecurities / a lil angsty / crying

Not proof read because I’m tired

“What’s the matter, beautiful?” He’d look at you, his brows are furrowed. He looks confused, like he’s contemplating something in his head.

The moon is up, the night lights are bright but dull at the same time, casting yellow hues across the room mixed with purples, blacks, reds, and blues. His arm is splayed across your stomach, you’re laying side by side but you’re looking up at the ceiling and he’s looking at you. Your hand is holding onto to his pinky and ringer finger tightly and he feels you tremble a little. The covers on the bed lightly move from the fan pointed directly at you two and your locs fall to the side of your lips as your head movements when you shake your head no at his question.

Miles elevates his head on his palm now, looking down at you as your eyes find another place to concentrate on.

“What you mean no? Talk to me, ma.” He huffs after his words and sighs when you don’t say anything still.

He’s now moving closer to you, taking his hand out from yours and holding your cheek. Your head is tilted to face his and he can see tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, miles.. I-I don’t mean to be a cry baby.. I’m just so, ugh. I don’t know how to d-describe it!” You stutter and hiccup and his heart just breaks.

He’s quick to fully sit up in his bed and sit you up with him. He’s taking your hands and pressing kissed all around your knuckles and palm. He doesn’t really know what to do to comfort you but he knows you melt when he kisses your hands.

“Don’t ever apologize for feeling some type of way, ok? I’m always here for you, no matter what. It’s me and you through anything, aight?” He’s looking at you sincerely, his voice stern.

You nod slowly but that doesn’t stop the tears from flowing still. You’re trying to hold them and he sees that but you just tremble even more and oh his own eyes well up a bit.

“What is wrong, pretty? I want to help you.” He emphasizes his words and leans over to put his forehead against yours.

You try to steady your breathing before you speak and you look down at your lap, “I don’t know, miles. I just feel weird. I feel disgusted and.. gross. I don’t like how i look. I d-don’t like my body..”

Miles didn’t know what to do. He loved you so so much, what would he do without his joy im his life? All of a sudden you’re crying in his hold and talking nonsense about your body. He loved every bit of you. Miles has always been a sweet, knowing boy but he didn’t expect this to be what was bothering you.

He’d never seen you cry before. Never seen you so shaken. You’ve been dating for a year maybe two soon, and not once has he seen you act like this. He felt terrible just looking at you sniffle and watching your lap get moist with tears. Has he been so neglectful to you to the point he just never saw the signs?

“I’m so sorry, cariño.” He squeezed your hand tightly. Your eyes were blurred but your breathing became more steady.

“I wish I could take those thoughts out of your head, really. What can I do to not.. make you feel like that?” He asked, tilting his head down to catch your eyes.

You looked up at him, your brown eyes puffy and red and your lips were chapped but bitten red. You looked down again and played with your long nails, taking note to cut them down later.

You sighed and looked up, running a hand through your locs and pushing them out of your face.

“Nothin’. I jus’ want you here with me tonight.. and some kisses. That’s all I want from you, Miles.” You played with the hem of your shirt as the silence filled the room again.

You wiped your face with your sleeves of your shirt and looked up at Miles who was concentrated on you.

He nodded his head and kissed your temple. His nose rubbing against your hairline. “I can do that, pretty,” he fixed the blanket on his body and propped your pillows up, dragging you down to lay with him, “Just close your eyes and let me take care of you a little bit, aight?”

Your head laid on his chest and you nodded your head without speaking. His hand came up to rub at your arm, his fingers drawing patterns.

He hummed a song which melodies carried out throughout the room, filling your ears and making you tired. So slowly, you went to sleep with miles comforting you as much as he could.

When you woke up, miles was gone but there was a bouquet of flowers in a vase on your dresser and a letter signed,

“To: my cariño

From: Miles

“I’ll be back soon, I love you Mami, look inside your fridge.””

You smiled to yourself. Miles always knew the answers to a problem.

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