#not friends or anything like that. like... they could act normal.

[042502]

Sex Scene // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: You and Chris are the protagonists of a movie inspired by a fanfiction.

WARNINGS: Sexual relations, sexual performances, sex, female masturbation, blowjobs, kisses, actors, dirty talk, spanish-english.

WORDS: 5.4K

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) MASTERLIST!!

"I am very excited that we can work together, Your scene partner is a new guy at acting. I hope you do well together.

Those were the words they told you when you started working on this new project.

What was it about? Well, as an actress with a good track record, you have acted in different extremely important films, Your beauty made you get various interesting roles.

You have been wanting to star in a literary novel for a long time.

I guess the law of attraction granted you your wish.

You were excited about the role, It could be a little complicated because your scene partner was new. At first they didn't tell you much about who he was, but as the days went by, They informed you about him.

"Christopher Sturniolo, a young man in his twenties, he dedicates himself to making videos on YouTube."

That worried you a little, This was someone who is not familiar with acting at all, He was a simple YouTuber. You were very upset about your partner.

"The boy was requested by the writer of the novel, She told us that the novel was inspired by him physically, so if we get him to accept the job I would be more than satisfied."

That didn't help you feel better, he only got the role because he had a pretty face.

On the day of recording you finally met him. He was drinking a bottle of water while chatting with Roxana the director.

He was wearing baggy pants with a dark sweatshirt.

His profile was attractive, straight nose, pink lips, bright eyes and messy hair.

You could not continue with your analysis since the director invited you to join the conversation.

"Good morning."

You said hello and they both said good morning to you. The director began to explain how they handled themselves during the course of the recording. You hope everything turns out well because you will work together for several years.

In part that was true, Normally the recording would last from six months to a year and then they would have to share press and publicize the film. Later they would have the premiere and if the film is good it will probably be in various awards.

The recordings started and it was not a big problem, Christopher managed to adapt quickly, It even seemed like he had been doing this for a long time.

You've even asked him, but he just shook his head and explains that he has never done anything like this.

They connected very well, The scenes came out impeccable. They didn't have very complicated scenes yet, just some dialogue and some discussions between the characters.

"Attention kids" The director approached the scene.

You had the wardrobe girls fixing the last details of your outfit, while your partner had his face makeup touched up.

"Today we have a kiss scene, You probably already read it in the script. Give your best, There will be two recordings from two angles, let's get to work!"

I shout walking away to go behind the cameras. I had developed a good relationship with your scene partner, They were not close friends, but they were already colleagues.

You had to admit that you've been uncomfortable reading the script, It was the first "romantic" scene in the story and that meant that the following scenes would be more of the same.

You felt like you still needed many more scenes to be able to feel free with your partner, but you had to show professionalism.

The scene began, The cameras filmed the empty room, the door opens and you enter the scene, you slam the door behind you, but your partner stops her and enters the scene behind you, now slamming the door.

"I told you to go away!" You shout towards your scene partner.

"I'm not fucking leaving! What the fuck is happening to you?! We were supposed to be fine, out of nowhere you come out and make a fucking scene. How old are you?"

"How old are you?! You played with me and Rachel at the same time, you're unhappy, get out of my house" With both hands you put pressure on Chris's chest, pushing him towards the exit.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" your pushing continues. "I have exchanged nothing but words with her" more and more pushes. "Can you stop pushing me?!" He held your hands tightly.

"Let me go!"

"Listen, listen."

You continue to scream about Christopher's words and struggling with his grip.

"Let me go Lion because otherwise...!"

"Otherwise?!"

He stretched out his grip on your hands and moved closer to his chest, a tense atmosphere had been created, that was probably because of the scene or perhaps also because of the discomfort of kissing him.

"Let me go..."

"Do you really want that?"

Their gazes connect and you can feel him slowly approaching you, the grip in your hands becomes more present, you close your eyes and instantly feel the pressure on your lips.

But the kiss was not a simple touch of lips, Their mouths began to move over each other, with intensity and desire.

Your hands were still held by his, on Christopher's chest.

The scene comes to a cut and they separate, The director congratulated them both on how well the scene turned out, Have them take a break and then record the kiss from another angle.

During the break you have not exchanged words, No glances with your scene partner. You didn't want it to be uncomfortable for him, but it seems that it was not. He approached where you were.

"Do you think we did it right? It's strange to me that they are recording me while I kiss someone, you already know, I'm used to having a camera in front of me, but in intimate moments."

They nod their heads and smile, he really does it well, He would have a future in this if he wanted to dedicate himself to acting.

"You did it well, You should consider dedicating yourself to this."

"I like, I wasn't going to accept the job because I don't do this for a living. But the writer was so insistent that she would like me to take it that I considered it. I do not regret, but mine is recording videos on YouTube with my brothers.

"I haven't watched a video of yours yet."

"Please don't do it, it's embarrassing."

"Whats? But if we just filmed a kiss scene, Are you embarrassed that I watch your videos?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I would like you to see me as your scene partner and not as the YouTube guy."

He wanted to separate his life as a YouTuber from his now actor version. It was confusing, because they were both about him.

"I'll still watch those videos."

So it was, Later that day you were in bed with your computer, You quickly type your partner's channel in the search engine and select a random video.

You are surprised to quickly identify your partner, You think it's because you see it every day.

They had already been filming for several months, You had never sat down to investigate Christopher's life.

This is new, as if you knew him a little more. He is having fun with his brothers, chatting about various things, Sometimes they cause arguments and other times he is hit by one of his brothers.

You put aside your computer and take your cell phone, You look up your partner's number and type a quick message.

You close the chat and as if it were black magic, different videos of Christopher begin to appear on your tiktok, they were all very cute videos of him, as if it were a small child. 

"He is so cute..."

Your finger slides nimbly across the screen and suddenly the videos become darker, They are stronger editions, focused on Chris's muscles, in their facial expressions. Most of them were clips taken out of context, but they looked so... 

The notification of Christopher's message brought you out of those dark thoughts that you were able to think after a short clip.

The following months the scenes were more of the same, with drama, kisses and couple moments.

"I do not like history" Chris shrugs.

"Whats?!"

"I have read the book, so I can do it better" He explains and you nod. "But it's shit, Lion treats her like his girlfriend and even fucks her when he hasn't even asked her out."

"Do you need to go out with someone to fuck?"

"I wouldn't fuck someone who isn't my girlfriend."

"You're weird. You know you would, you're just trying to look good."

"Maybe or maybe not."

They both laugh at the answer and then you ask:

"How long until Lion and Eider fuck?"

"Don't know, soon I guess. Haven't you read the book?"

"I did, I thought it was stupid that they would fuck during an argument."

"Their first kiss was during an argument."

"Yes fuck. They are so stupid."

"What is it like to film a sex scene?"

"Don't worry, you shouldn't fuck me."

"Oh of course not, I know it's not like that."

Chris was embarrassed.

"It's pretty funny, you have to pretend absolutely everything, not even our bodies will have contact."

"How boring. That's why it looks so fake in the movies."

"What are you saying?"

"Whenever I see one of those scenes on television. You can see how false it is."

"Have you seen any of my movies?" you ask and Chris looks away.

"Just a few, but I haven't seen your sex scenes."

"Because?"

"I don't know, I just haven't done it.".

"you should see them. Maybe then you can see how we could make the scene more real."

"We are not filming either 365 DNI" chatters.

Later, that day, Christopher came home and decided to watch one of his scene partner's movies. Got some fritos and a Pepsi, ready to go to his room when one of his brothers interrupts him.

"Are you leaving already, Chris?"

It was about Nick. Christopher nods and points to his room.

"I'm going to see a movie."

"Ohh I want to see a good movie" Matt adds. "They recently released a good action movie."

"Since you are filming this movie you are watching a lot of movies" Nick scoffs.

"I have to study, I'm not going to see just any movie."

"Shit, I really wanted to see the new release. What will we see?" Matt asks.

"I will watch the movie, I don't know what you'll see in your room."

"Come on Chris, let's watch the movie together."

And that's how Chris is now in the living room with his brothers watching his partner's movie.

In this film she did not have a leading role, her scenes were few, but Chris knew that of those few scenes she would have a sex one.

"I just realized that girl with glasses is your partner! Se is beautiful!" Nick shouts at the screen.

"Is that why you wanted to see this movie?" Matt scoffs.

"They told me that I should study with this film..."

The movie was boring, ok, Chris found it boring only because he didn't appreciate it enough for his taste.

That's when you appear on stage with your acting partner.

The scene was the following, You were a university student who had a hot relationship with her foreign language teacher.

You provoke your teacher with your words.

"Teacher... I've been studying a lot lately" Your fingers caress the shiny wooden desk that divided the bodies of both actors. "But I would really like to practice my new knowledge with you... Could you help me?"

You sit on the desk making your tight skirt press so hard on your thighs.

"Of course I will help you miss West" The teacher stands up, walking around the wooden desk, and stands in front of his student. His hands are placed on the sides of the delicate female body.

Their faces were extremely close, They moved their lips talking and could collide at the slightest.

"I would like to know... The meaning of Méteme tus dedos... (Put your fingers in me) I have read it a lot, It feels so good on my lips to say it... But I really want to know its meaning, teacher.

"I should give you some examples, but you should improve your pronunciation... Please repeat."

"Méteme..." (Put me in)

The teacher's hands make their way between his student's open legs and remove his female underwear.

"Tus dedos" (Your fingers) The girl arches her body when her teacher's fingers sink inside her. "Please teacher, I need you to explain..."

The professor's fingers moved slowly inside her.

"Quiero tus dedos dentro de mí..." (I want your fingers inside me).

"Do you want my fingers inside you? Thus? You want it?"

"Alright, this is raw." Nick pauses the scene and starts fast forwarding.

On the other hand, Chris couldn't believe how real that scene felt, the bad words that came out of his partner's mouth, the expressions on his face and his movements.

"What were you supposed to study?" Matt's question brings Chris out of his dark thoughts.

He licks his lips and thinks about her words before speaking.

"I have a sex scene soon, so since I am an amateur actor they recommended that I study my partner's scenes. Maybe to be able to attach myself to her" explains Chris looking at the frozen image of his partner, She had such a lascivious expression as if she were asking him to use her as she pleased.

"It honestly can't be that difficult to film these scenes." this time Nick speaks. "It's not like you really have to have sex with her you know?"

The tone Nick used was one of sarcasm, like he usually used.

"Nick is right, sex in movies is very false. But I have to admit, that scene looked so..."

"Real" Chris finishes his brother Matt's sentence and the three of them nod.

Matt took his cell phone and moved his fingers quickly over the screen, then his expression changes, his eyes widen and he looked at Nick in shock.

"This scene was real... It's not a performance" Nick opened his mouth and let out a "oh my god" when he heard his brother's words.

"It looked so raw..."

"Did she really do that scene?" Chris walks over to his brother and looks at the screen.

"He says that they interviewed both of them and confirmed that they recorded the sex scene many times, she quoted "We did not feel satisfied with the results, everything looked so false that we did not like the viewer to have that feeling" his partner also explained "It was our proposal with the director, If I agreed that the scene was real, At first he doesn't like it because it could be considered porn. But after a long talk they accepted, "It wasn't difficult for us because we are in a relationship." Matt finishes reading the interview.

"Well, they're a couple, it's not that bad..." Nick adds.

"When was that interview?"

Chris asks his brother, He had his heart beating at high speeds.

"Two years ago, She was about 18 and he was 29. They met while filming the movie, or that's what it says here" Matt continues to slide his finger across the screen. "Ooh, they just broke up, just a few months ago."

"Haven't they given reasons?" Nick asks, intrigued. "I bet because he's an old man."

"Please Nick, he's only about 32," Chris says and Nick gives him the middle finger.

"They did not give details about why, but the media speculate that he has been unfaithful with his ex-wife."

"Who is the ex-wife?" Chris hit Nick for being so curious. "Ouch! I just want to know the whole story!"

"A certain Roxana Poglo."

"She is our director..."

"That's really uncomfortable, I bet her ex picked her up and they saw each other." Nick hits Matt's arm causing his cell phone to fall from his hands. "It's quite a drama! I'll become an actor too! "

"That's not funny, she must be extremely uncomfortable..."

"I doubt it, I would have quit," Matt says.

The movie night ended and the following days of recording Chris has not had scenes with his partner, so they haven't spoken. To her surprise she has seen the director talking on the phone so she assumes that Chris is her ex-husband.

He ignored the talk and returned home, He was exhausted, he couldn't stop thinking about his partner.

He remembered the talk he had with the screenwriters...

"Chris next week your schedules return to the normal routine, by the way, The scene we are going to record is a sex scene, don't forget it. Give the best of you.

Chris was lying on his bed when he reached for the remote control to turn on the television, He put back the movie he had seen with his brothers and looked for his partner's scene.

"Quiero tus dedos dentro de mí..." (I want your fingers inside me)

"Do you want my fingers inside you? Like this? Do you want it?"

The teacher's hands move, penetrating the girl, She throws her head back, with his mouth open releasing delicious moans.

The professor's lips attack the female neck, and the girl's hands cling to her teacher's clothes.

"I need it teacher... I seriously need it."

The words coming out of the red painted lips felt so exciting. Chris had his hand on his abdomen, but he could still feel his member throbbing for his partner.

"Get on all fours."

The male actor ordered and the girl obeyed, The teacher lowered his pants and placed his member at his partner's entrance, beginning to penetrate her mercilessly against her desk.

"Can you say 'fóllame profe'?" (fuck me teacher) he asks his student as he penetrates her.

The female body moved frantically thanks to the pushes it received, He had his hands gripping the desk tightly and his eyes closed while his teeth bit down hard on his lower lip.

Chris's hand goes down his abdomen finding his erection, He puts aside his boxers and his hand takes hold of his cock, he began to pump it.

"Say it!" he spanked her, which slowly left the hit area red.

"¡Follame profe! ¡Follame!" (Fuck me teacher! Fuck me!) shouts the girl between moans of excitement.

The teacher increased his speed and Chris did the same with his hand, He had a perfect shot of his half-naked partner asking to be fucked, while her facial expression was that of a whore.

"You know what it means?" The teacher asks between grunts near his student's ear canal.

She doesn't respond, she just lets out little murmurs, then the teacher holds his cheeks with one hand and spits in his mouth.

"I asked you a question, you damn bitch."

"Yes I know..." The girl responds and her teacher lets her go to slap her, she moans excitedly.

"Such a slut, you only know those dirty meanings, right?"

"I'm sorry professor... I want to cum, please..."

Chris could feel his orgasm coming just by hearing her speak, I really wanted her to cum.

"Words!" the teacher asks.

"Please Daddy."

That was enough for jets of cum to shoot out of Chris' cock, his hand was completely dirty with his semen.

It would be a completely crazy week...

"Good morning partner" You approach Chris with a wide smile.

"Hello, long time I have not see you" not exactly, you saw her last night in her movie... Chris thought and smilednot exactly, you saw her last night in her movie... to avoid thinking about it and being embarrassed.

"I know, my scenes without you have been extremely boring" you comment as you walked to the set together.

"And those clothes?" Chris couldn't help but notice the childish clothing his partner was wearing.

"Before I have a scene with dad" Explain. "Are you looking forward to the scene?"

"No, I just hope I do well."

"I've already told you that it's all a matter of perspective, They will place the cameras so that it looks like we are fucking."

"Yes I know" sighs. "But you already did this."

"Oh yeah, Don't worry, just humor me. Well see you in bed" She says goodbye and goes to record her scene.

Chris goes to his dressing room to get ready for the scene, They gave him his change of clothes and for the first time in his change of clothes they gave him underwear.

"Can't I use mine?" He asks and the locker room girls deny.

Once it is ready I wait for them to call it to record, read his lines. It didn't seem to be difficult, both would be influenced by the magic of a joint, They kissed as they have done in other scenes and gradually undressed.

The scene called for oral sex by his partner and masturbating his partner with his fingers. Not literally, it would be a simulation, obviously.

"Chris is all ready" They called him and he nods to leave seconds later.

To her surprise, the director was talking to her ex-husband or her now husband again, it's confusing.

Would he be present during the scene?

"Hey" Chris approached his partner.

"Hey, Ready to fuck?” you joke.

"I waited for this all my life" Chris also jokes.

They all positioned themselves to start, quickly explained how it would be recorded and gave the indication to start the scene.

They were both in bed smoking a joint together, looking at the ceiling while talking stupid things.

"Since I broke up with Roy I haven't done anything sexual.”

"Do you want me to tell you when the last time I fucked was?" Chris asks, laughing.

"No, I just wanted to say it."

"Anyway…” there is a brief silence. “The last sexual thing I had was a blowjob at a stupid party, I don't think I could even finish,” he confesses.

His partner next to him settles down, leaving his body on his side and his arm supporting his head. He looked at Chris smiling.

"I'm too good at giving blowjobs.”

"Chatty.”

"I really am!"

"I think the joint is making you hallucinate," he puts the cigarette away and sits in front of her.

"Do you want to bet?" She challenges him by raising her outlined eyebrows and Chris laughs in denial.

"My huge cock wouldn't fit in that little mouth of yours." He quoted those words passing his thumb over the small feminine lips.

"If you believe it."

You move towards Christopher your hands are placed on his clothed member, giving small squeezes and stimulating massages to the area.

"Apostate you don't? Then you'll lose." Your face was so close to Chris's.

"¡Cut! Perfect guys, we change the cameras and continue" they order.

"Your hand" Chris speaks and you notice that your hand is still on his member.

"You should stay there."

"What?"

"To pick up where we left off, does it bother you?" At that moment his hand feels a push and Chris moves your hand away from his member.

"I'm sorry."

"It's normal Chris, don't worry" you pat Chris's thigh.

Once the cameras were positioned, they gave the action signal and resumed the scene.

"you will lose” You say and join your lips with Chris's, your hand takes his member again, you could feel it hard under your touch.

Chris's hands hold your face, deepening the kiss. You break the kiss and go down to lower his pants, your hips move sexily and you fearlessly lower his pants.

"Do you still think I'm bad?"

"You haven't proven anything." Chris replies.

And this is where they simulate the oral sex situation, Chris couldn't help but wish it was real.

The scene is cut and the instructions for the next shot are given, where the hands would be under the sheets to simulate female masturbation.

You and Chris were in bed already tucked in, you give him instructions to cling to each other more.

"I think it would be better if he is behind me" You explain and they give you approval.

They change positions, Chris sits with his legs spread, you would be between his legs and take Chris's hand to move it over you.

"It's a very good position, don't you think?" you ask him and he hums in response.

They give the signal for action, and as if by magic you enter your role, your head falls back, resting on the shoulder of your partner Chris.

Chris's free hand moves awkwardly and they cut to the scene. They give new directions to Chris, so he whispers to him.

"Touch my breasts."

Before Chris could object to anything about it, they give the signal for action and you repeat your previous action again, this time Chris's hand goes towards your neck and his other hand simulates penetrations.

Your moans were annoying to Chris, he couldn't stand them being so fake, he wanted them to be real.

"Please... Give me more”

His hand leaves your neck and makes its way under your clothes as he cups one of your breasts.

"Jesus... Lion” moans at the sudden touch. “I love it."

Your body moves and you feel your partner's erection hitting your ass, with a sudden movement you make your partner's hand touch your clothed womanhood.

"Touch me, please touch me” you ask, hoping he would understand that you weren't acting and that you really wanted to feel his fingers on you.

Chris hesitated a little, but relented and rubbed his fingers over the fabric of your underwear.

"Just like that!"

For the cameras it was the simulation of an erotic scene, but under the sheets the simulation disappears.

Your legs were spread wide open, giving way to Chris's hand, his fingers circling your clit. Your hand went around Chris's neck, holding him by the nape of his neck, tangling some of his hair between your fingers.

Your head rests on Chris's bare chest and you stretch your neck when you feel his fingers go lower, bury themselves inside you, go in and out, penetrating mercilessly.

Chris lowers his head making your mouth meet his. They kiss carelessly and obscenely.

"Jesus!"

You scream in ecstasy reaching your climax, the scene comes to an end and Chris removes his fingers from inside you. You release the strands of hair that were trapped between your fingers and quickly adjust your underwear.

"Great kids! The scene turned out wonderfully!" The director approaches, excited by the results. "The expressions on their faces have been so satisfying."

Chris smiled with his ego high and touched your shoulder, pressing your body against his.

"We are an excellent duo."

You look at your partner and you catch that flirtatious smile that was plastered on his face.

They gave them a robe to cover their bodies and invited them to rest until the next scene. Chris saw his partner in the distance talking to the director's husband.

He seemed to be upset, had a wrinkled expression and moved his hands exaggeratedly.

"Lion is looking for his cute Eider!" Chris sings the prayer like a melody as he stands next to you.

"Hey!” You greet your partner. "Does Lion still want to keep sticking his quick fingers inside Eider?"

Funny jokes talking about the characters.

"Oh you don't know how much I want it" Chris wasn't kidding, but you didn't need to know that.

Chris finally looks at the man you were talking to, showing his perfect teeth.

"Hello, I'm Christopher played Lion, but of course you already know that.”

He extends his hand and the man shakes it in a formal greeting.

"A pleasure Christopher, I do know very well what your character is. I'm Javier Harper."

"If I know him, I saw his role in the movie "Prejudices."

You immediately looked at Chris in surprise, since that's where you act too.

"Really? What did you think?"

"I don't think I'm in the right place to judge his work, I'm just an amateur actor."

They both laugh, but you could feel a tension in the air.

"It was a pleasure for me that his wife Roxana will work with me, she really does her job well."

Javier looks in the direction of his wife, who was still making some arrangements at the scene.

"Yes, she knows what she's doing," he looks back at the two young men in front of him. "She has told me a lot about your work as an actor, you are very charismatic. Lion's personality is so annoying, it must be difficult to cope with."

"It's not difficult, the role of Lion is actually based on me."

"Oh really?"

Javier seemed surprised, you nod nervously.

"It's a fanfiction, they thought about Chris when it was written and well the girl asked that if he could star it would be an honor."

"Brilliant, now it's all thanks to fanfiction."

The awkward conversation ended and the recordings continued, the rest of the film was recorded without difficulty. The tension between both co-workers was intense.

You had to admit that you had fucked several times in the dressing room with his partner Chris, or the thousands of times that you had gone to a nearby hotel to spend the night.

Right now they were doing the typical promotional interviews for the film.

They were both sitting next to each other.

"It is an honor to have Lion and Eider with us, for our channel."

The interviewer greets, you and your partner also greet excitedly.

"What expectations do you think the story will leave for our protagonists?"

"I think Lion and Eider start out as cliché, but they develop into a different relationship."

"I would call it something more natural, a normal relationship” Chris adds to your words. "Honestly, I think that Lion is a guy who refuses relationships because of something that went wrong in his past and he only intended to fuck Eider, this is something problematic for him…”

"Because both generate a sexual bond, it is something constantly tense."

"If from one moment they hate each other they go on to love each other and so on."

"What do you think of Lion?" The question is directed to you.

"Lion is a boy with a very strong ego, I think he knows very well that he is a handsome boy and that he could have everyone at his feet. But it's more than that, he has feelings that he represses to protect himself.”

"What do you think of Eider?"

"I thought Eider was a fool, you know she is always there for Lion and I was desperate that she wouldn't stay away from him, when she knows it's terrible for her. But he is quite intelligent and is always thinking about others and how to help them.”

"Favorite movie couple?"

"I hope it's the same" you look at Chris and he nods. “My favorite is Braian and Taylor, I love that they are a gay couple outside of stereotypes.”

"Yes, I like it but my favorite is Lion and Eider."

"How does it feel to know that you just played yourself? Because this is based on a fanfiction of yours."

"Well I didn't like that they wrote these kinds of things about me, it's not that I wouldn't like it, it was just something crazy that seemed impossible to me. But it's something that the fans like and beyond that it doesn't hurt me on a big level, I thought the story was cheesy, but I was interested in doing something new like acting.”

"How did you feel when it was confirmed that you would be working with Christopher Sturniolo?"

"I found out on the first day of recording, I didn't know who he was," you laugh nervously. "I wasn't very familiar with this YouTuber thing, but now I'm definitely a bigger fan."

Your work is finished, you will no longer see each other except in awards problems.

"What's happening?"

"I'm going to miss you," he responds to Chris as you hug him.

"What makes you think this is a farewell? You have my contact, a ring and I'll come to see you."

"Chris…”

"Unless you want it to be a goodbye."

"No, I don't want it."

"We are fine then."

He joins his lips with yours and you laugh between kisses. A few months later, the romance between both protagonists appeared on all Internet portals, all social networks exploded and even more so with the rumors that the sexual scenes recorded were.

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[pelova4president]

Why so shy?

Jessie Fleming x Reader

summary~ Crushing on someone was a whole lot to deal with, especially when your crush is your teammate and your other teammates are all on it.

You grew up supporting the red side of London. Your father and his father had supporter Arsenal so it was logical for you to be a gooner at heart too. That was until you got scouted by Chelsea.

You didn’t really have to hide that you were an Arsenal fan, you just didn’t bring it up, ever. Your dad and grandpa had already found a solution, supporting Arsenal’s mens team and Chelsea’s women’s. It wasn’t ideal, you knew that but they’ll support you everywhere you’d go.

And even though they did support you in a blue kit, they’d never wear a blue shirt themselves. Whenever they would go and watch your Chelsea games they were dressed in a neutral shirt, your England shirt.

When you got into the blue academy you were a bit shy. You weren’t scared or anything, it was just all new, you didn’t know anyone and well, kids are scary.

But there was Aggie. A blue through and through. She was extroverted, funny and outgoing. Aggie helped you get into the Chelsea spirits and loved to tease you.

Aggie was meant to be Chelsea’s stargirl, you weren’t but somehow you became one alongside your best friend. You were the young blues, the future lays in your hands.

A few months in Beever-Jones found out you were a die hard Arsenal fan and couldn’t stop pestering you about it. You begged her to keep it under wraps, nobody needed to know you pleaded. She wasn’t really about to let it go until you threatened to call her by her real name, Agnes.

So the both of you kept your mouths shut. A good deal for the both of you.

Aggie made her debut when she was just eighteen years old. You were sat in the stands but you might’ve been more nervous and excited for her than she was herself. Aggie kept her cool, she always did but you were stressing away. Your nails had been bitten away by the moment she got subbed in.

After the final whistle had been blown you ran towards her, a bright smile appearing on her face. “You did it Beever!” you cheered jumping into her open arms.

“You’re acting like i scored the winning goal in the Champions League mousey.” Aggie laughed.

“Well, i feel like you just did.” you reacted offended.

Jessie had been part of the senior squad before Aggie and you even got to train with the first team. You were a fan of the midfielder, even thought you would never confess it. You weren’t only a fan of her game but also her beauty. She is very pretty.

Aggie fit right in. She walked into the training ground with you behind her and made some small talk. Erin, Niamh and Aggie seemed like the best of friends. You were used to be by her side at all times and especially now it didn’t help she wasn’t.

Jessie walked over towards you and introduced herself. “Hi i’m Jessie.” she smiled. Jessie Fleming was talking to you and you might melt away.

“Hey- hi i’m mouse, well you know, it’s not my real name but they call me mousey- well you can call me whatever..” you mumbled the last part. God you made a fool of yourself.

Jessie laughed at your rambling and placed her hand on your shoulder. “I know your name mousey.” she smiled.

Jessie Fleming knew your name, your year was made.

“I know who you are too.” you said. Okay that sounded creepy, like stalker creepy. “I- i didn’t mean it like that, not in a weird creepy way. I just know who you are, ‘cus we both play for Chelsea you know?” you tried to recover.

The Canadian only laughed harder at that. “I know what you mean mousey.” she grinned.

And before you could make an even bigger fool of yourself you were stolen away by Aggie. “What were you just doing mouse?” she asked with fake curiosity.

“I was talking to Jessie and i don’t know, it went wrong i think?” you sighed, disappointment shown on your face. You had one job, act normal.

“Yeah well i definitely saw that. Maybe someone’s got a little crush huh?” Aggie winked.

“Ag- Aggie, i don’t have a fucking crush on my teammate.” your brows furrowed.

Your bestfriend backed off. “Okay okay whatever you say mousey.” she shrugged.

Two months in it only got worse. Aggie had forced you to go out with the girls, ‘‘cus that’s what winning teams do’. You never really were a party animal and still aren’t but you’d try your best.

Millie Bright had taken it upon herself to get you a little looser and by that she meant drunk. You were drunk after only a few drinks. You might’ve been embarrassed at how fast you got drunk if you weren’t wasted already.

Getting up from your seat at the bar you made your way to the dance floor, where most of your teammates were located. Aggie was cheering you on as you walked towards her with an excessive swing in your hips.

“Look out everyone, drunk mousey is on the dance floor!” she warned the girls.

Jessie looked up from where she was sat to take a look herself. You were doing all kinds of dances and somehow your very stiff robot was your best.

“What is she doing?” the Canadian asked her Swedish goalkeeper.

Zećira shrugged. “I don’t know, i think she’s trying to dance?” she laughed.

Jessie hummed to herself. She hadn’t seen you like this, ever. The midfielder hadn’t expected you to be such a party animal. You were really shy whenever you talked to her and she never really saw you as an extroverted type.

Jessie had her eyes fixated on you and when an unknown girl came walking towards you her eyebrows furrowed. The girl slipped behind you and began to dance with you. It disturbed her. Why was that girl touching you and why weren’t you telling her off.

“Didn’t know she was such a party girl..” Jessie scoffed.

The goalkeeper looked up from her phone and took a look at you on the dance floor and back at a slightly angry Jessie. “You jealous Fleming?” Zećira asked with a smug grin on her face.

“I’m not jealous, that girl just shouldn’t be touching her. Plus we’ve got training tomorrow.” Jessie answered, her eyes still on you.

The girl behind you was getting more handsy by the second and Jessie wasn’t having it. “And so what if i am?” the older girl grumbled under her breath.

“Then you should do something about it don’t you think grumpy?” Zećira told her.

Jessie took her advice and speed walked towards the heated dance floor. She was pushing through some of her teammates and finally made it towards you.. and that girl.

“She’s not really interested.” Jessie deadpanned.

The girl looked towards you but you just stood still, your cheeks getting even redder than they were before. Jessie was staring her down and she eventually left.

“I think you’re done for tonight mousey. I’ll get you home.” the brunette told you.

It wasn’t like you could argue with her, especially not in your state. You were way too scared to let any words out, in fear that you would say something embarrassing. Nodding your head she escorted you through the crowd and into her car.

“You’re gonna sit there while i’ll say goodbye to everyone.” she ordered you, pointing to her passenger seat. You looked at her with glossy eyes.

“Got it? Don’t do anything stupid please.” you nodded your head and she walked back to the bar.

You weren’t planning on doing anything stupid. It was just that her car horn looked so cool. You couldn’t just sit there and wait until she was back without pushing that button. So you got into her car seat and pushed the button.

You just didn’t expect her to be back so soon. Jessie opened the car door and looked at you. “What did i say mousey!” she grumbled.

“I’m sorry Jessie, i didn’t mean to it just looked so fun.” you pouted at her. She couldn’t be that mad at you right?

Jessie started the car and drove to her apartment. “Where are you taking me to Jessie?” you asked, your eyelids getting heavy.

“I’m driving us to my apartment so i can look after you. Hopefully you won’t do anything stupid this time.” she whispered the last part.

“Jessie jessie you are just like a little bear sometimes. You’re very sweet and soft an- I really like teddy bears so i really like you.” you rambled.

Jessie was intrigued. “Oh yeah? Tell me more, why do you like me mousey?” she asked curiously.

“You’re so nice to me and when you came up to me you were so sexy. You’re so beautiful and stunning and fit.” Jessie was enjoying this way too much. A smirk was appearing on her freckled face.

Jessie parked her black Mercedes. “Hmm, you’re cute.” she hummed.

“You really think so Jessiebear?” you mumbled.

“I really think so mousey.” Jessie said softly before carrying you inside.

#woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #engwnt #chelsea women #chelsea wfc #aggie beever jones x reader #aggie beever jones #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming

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absolutely fascinated by young dee who is criminally under-discussed so here is my dissertation on what happened in her college years (ft. dr. gainer, setting her roommate on fire, being institutionalized)/my idea for a fic that I will almost certainly never write/my way too serious take on a few throwaway dee lore lines

timeline background: we know that dee majored in psychology ('charlie got molested') and got "three fourths" of the way in (meanwhile dennis finished his psych minor.) assuming this was a four year program, I'm gonna guess that in her third year she got institutionalized and most likely had to drop out ('gun fever too: still hot'.) we also know that she had her back brace until she was twenty ('underage drinking'), so I'm guessing that means she got her back brace off in her third year.

we know that dennis fancied himself a psychologist since he was young, but I think dee did too. in particular I think she was wary and interested in her brother's psychology; she seems very aware of his psychopathy and bpd in 'making dennis reynolds a murderer' and 'psycho pete returns.' in my head she's been interested in dennis' psychology since they were kids and she saw him snapping crows necks. so instead of forcing her way into acting school, she studied psychology to better understand her brother (and also deep down, herself, who is very much the other side of the same fucked up coin.) it also meant she could tell herself she could study her characters even better when she became an actress.

i think she put in (her version of) genuine academic effort to get in, fuelled kind of by spite (remember the way she studied that thick medical book in 'hero or hate crime' or her very quick math in 'boggs: ladies reboot'). she studies books and gets cricket to quiz her and she still fails to get into penn. but frank always pitied her (i think she was his favorite of the twins-remember "let your sister into the gang", "that's my girl!", "i'm sorry the grift didn't work out, sweetie") so he shells out cash to get her in, but also to get her away from home so he has to deal with her even less.

dennis wants to do anything dee does but better and he wants to keep her close by (to watch her crash and burn, and also because he's weirdly possessive-see 'the gang broke dee' "i'm your select!"). and obviously he's barbara's favorite. so barbara gives him money to get in too. she also gets him into a frat and pays for his classes and his rent and everything he needs. dee has to live in a dumpy dorm with a female roommate.

but college presents dee a chance to moult her previous place in life where she was known as a monster (remember how insistent she was that "people can change!" in 'franks pretty woman'. I think dees always wanted to believe she can shed that feeling she's inferior, but she never has). in my head her female roommate is basically normal-has real friends of her own, mentally stable, attractive-which is exactly what dee craves. dee wants to be popular and well liked and she wants to infiltrate her roommates life, imitate her, be in the Cool group. and she places all her hopes on a friendship with the roommate but dee has never navigated real female friendships before, not with someone like her. deep down she also wishes she found what dennis found in mac, whatever it was, because ever since dennis met mac he's never been as close to her. and i do think dee is some flavor of queer. and the roommate is well liked in the way that dee admires and envies. so there is that blurriness between wanting to be her and wanting to be with her. in my head her roommate looks like the woman from dee's fantasy in 'the gang saves the day' (and they both represent that promise of escape from dee's shitty life).

dee is so desperate for the roommates approval and her love and her life that she goes insane, copying and flattering and competing with her. ever the shitty actress, she tries to emulate her, but comes off as manic and creepy. and maybe her roommate is nice enough to not completely shun her, recognizing that she's struggling. maybe in dees mind they actually are becoming friends when her roommate asks things like "are you okay?"

and dee has to talk about her plan with dennis because he's the only person who would Get It. and she makes it sound like it's almost working. dennis feels jealous and worried and threatened that maybe dee might actually be seen as normal, especially when she gets her back brace off in the third year. so dennis fucks her roommate, more of a show that he owns and controls each and every pathetic part of dee’s life than anything else. and so that dee knows she'll never be as good as him, she'll never as easily charm people as dennis does. (or at least he tells her he does).

to prove that To Someone dee is Good Enough, and so desperate for attention, dee (who's been groomed all this time) enters a sexual relationship with her professor dr. gainer. she tells herself she has the power in it, that she seduced him ("he didn't molest me. i had sex with him 'cause i wanted to.") and she has a mental break, because the thing she told herself held her back from being loved (her back brace) is finally gone by now and yet she still feels like a monster, and the only scrap of "love" she can get is from her professor.

and then she can't take the fact that she can steal her roommates clothes, can emulate her sexual prowess (in dee's own fucked up, delusional way), and still neither be well liked like her nor be loved by her. so maybe dee will always be a monster. so dee tried to burn her roommate in her bed, because she represented the promise of change and popularity, and that promise was a lie and dee's effort was for nothing. and she's institutionalized.

and i think there was kind of a falling out between the twins and their parents, because barbara wants to abandon dee but dennis can't help but visit her. and frank doesn't even step foot in a place that reminds him of his traumatic childhood, and avoids dee even more than he used to because she is his childhood mirror image. so the family becomes even more fractured and estranged.

and maybe dee becomes medicated and slowly crawls her way halfway to normal by the first season (her acting classes are so well-adjusted, taking part in healthy hobbies of her!). until her father comes back into her life and everything falls apart <3

side note, even though dee is crushingly lonely-"I just got a cat 'cause I wanted something to hang out with. I don't have, you know, a roommate or anything, and I don't really have anyone to talk to..."-AND she struggles to pay rent whenever frank cuts her off, i hc that she refused to ever get a roommate in particular female roommate again after this because both her internalized misogyny got worse and she was afraid of what would happen (what she would do) again.

#THIS IS FOR THOSE WITH THE DEE BRAIN ROT WHO SEES HER AS A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGIC HEROINE WHO JUST WANTS TO BE THE BELOVED COMEDIC RELIEF #also no way in HELL dee was genuinely ever like nice roller rink ep dee. in my head that was the guys absolving themselves for turning dee #even more traumatized and isolated and jaded thru their treatment of her. bc it was obviously a freak accident shes Like That right #(in the sense of like unreliable narrator/faulty memory/lack of any care or attention given to dees life) #dee reynolds #iasip #iasip headcanons #nina.rambles #posts with an audience of me myself and i #tw grooming #tw mental illness #not sure how to tag this! #to me she is the main character. #dennis reynolds #bc there is heavy mention of him too #trash twins #frank reynolds #barbara reynolds

[appleblueberry-pie]

Lately I was thinking about what a story would be like where a yandere Satoru believes he is in control of the relationship, but the reader ends up destroying him both mentally and physically when she finds out about his plans.

Maybe he was a little more stronger than you. No matter how much you trained or practiced to become stronger. Stronger, more resilient, less caring of the damage you done to the people you fought, even if you stopped holding back, he'd always be stronger. You might've created a humongous gap between the people you used to be on the same level as, but even with how far you came, Satoru Gojo would always be at least 5 steps ahead of you. In every way.

But for some reason, it feels like he's just letting you do this to him. You can't tell if he's acting like he can't get out of those special cursed-energy infused binds you tightly tied him with, or if he's really stuck. He wouldn't just....let you have him that easily, right? He can't be that dumb.

Either way, it's his fault he's like this now. You don't know why he decided it would be good to do something as stupid as 'wiping out all possible competition' behind your back. Especially with the competition being your friends, loved ones, people you used to know that you know don't deserve that treatment, and etcetera. It's unacceptable.

"This is ridiculous." You mutter to yourself. Satoru grumbles underneath his gag and stares up at you tiredly. He looked like shit. Which is what you wanted. Bounded, damn near naked, extremely sweaty, useless, and under your control.

"Why can't you just...be normal?" It was funny to say out loud, but then you really started getting upset. "I just wanted a regular shmegular boyfriend. Someone who can take care of me when I want him to, someone who's unpredictable and fun, who likes to talk, someone strong and handsome, someone who can fuck me well, you know? But when I said unpredictable, I didn't mean a fucking killer."

You walked up to him and smoothed his wet strands of hair that stuck to his hot and sweaty forehead back. He rested his head on your leg, dampening your dress. You wanted to go out tonight, but you saw him coming up to the steps of your shared house with blood splatter on him. And here he is now.

"Ugh, now I have to find someone else." You joked. That made him sit up and begin raising his voice, still muffled. You scoffed and yanked down the gag. "You wouldn't fucking dare leave-" Hot white pain overtook his left cheek as his head snapped to the side. You had backhanded him, effortlessly taking the words out of his mouth. Before he could even recover, you grabbed his hair by the scalp, pulling his head up with anger seeping into your fingertips, making him scrunch his eyebrows in pain. "Say it." ".........."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you have something important to tell me?? No?? Don't ever fucking raise your voice at me, boy. Do you hear me?" You shove him off of you and cursed under your breath as you made your way to the basement door. "You better be right there when I come back. No dinner tonight. You already pissed me off enough." And with that, you slam the door and left him in the dark and cold basement floor. Tied and alone with his own thoughts.

When you opened the door, he was laying pathetically on the ground. No longer sweating, but you could see the ropes digging into his skin in the prettiest way possible. He looked so good when he was in pain. Those red marks surrounding his skin, the irritation seeming to please your eyes. He was asleep when you came in. And when you suddenly cut the ropes off, he woke up painfully. His joints were stiff, the dull pain and sharp burn from the ropes along with the overall relief of the tension had him groaning. He slowly moved his limbs freely for the first time in about 12 hours.

He looked up at you, who was comfortably in pajamas and watched you smile down at him. "Good morning." Satoru didn't know whether to answer or not, but still grumbled one back, which turned into him coughing due to dehydration. You turned back around and left him sitting there once more, but left the door open this time. "Go shower. And brush your teeth. I don't know if I want to give you breakfast or not, but that entirely depends on your behavior. So if you are good, I might give you what I made. If you keep it up, we could probably do something fun afterwards...?" You shrug and try to ignore the sounds of scrambling behind you. "You ruined my night yesterday, so I was just frustrated the whole time was out. But I don't think you're patient enough to be able to have a normal breakfast with normal conversation."

More croaking from attempts of speaking come from him behind you and you roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, just go do what I told you." And for the first time ever, he thoughtlessly did what you said, in hopes of meeting up to your expectations.

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere jjk x reader #jjk x reader #yandere gojo x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #yandere jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | may 3 rush | words: 1365

hiii! the idea for this one comes from @bey0nd-1he-stars and i really hope she likes it <3 anyway, enjoy;3

tw: implied child abuse in the past

“James, we’re already late, c’mon,” Regulus managed to say between heated kisses. In response, his boyfriend mumbled something he assumed was ‘just one more’.

It started innocently enough—when Regulus and Sirius ran from Grimmauld and came to live with the Potters, James spent most of the nights sleeping in one bed with the two of them. And since sleep always came easier to Sirius than to Regulus, at least half of those nights James and the younger brother spent talking—sometimes about what they were doing that day, sometimes planning a night out with their friends, and sometimes, on worse days, about how Regulus wishes he could still live with his parents, because no matter how badly they hurt him and his brother, they still were their parents, and he still loved them.

On those bad days, James always held the other boy close to his chest, letting him cry and spit out all the pain he had in himself, all while stroking his back in a soothing gesture.

As the time passed and the brothers started attending therapy, James stopped sleeping with them. Instead, every night Regulus sneaked out of his room, going straight to James’ bed. The talks about their friends turned into ones about their feelings. Sleepless nights filled with guilt and fear turned into nights filled with tenderness and small, sweet gestures. And with the end of August, those small, sweet gestures turned into dancing tongues and hands all over each other.

Not much has changed since then—they were still sneaking around to meet at night, coming up with excuses to their friends and professors when asked about why they were so tired or where they were in between classes. There was one new thing, though: before every Quidditch game, they left earlier than the rest of their teams, saying they had to discuss something with Madame Hooch. In fact, the one who had a match that day went to the equipment shed and waited for the other one to show up to give him a kiss for good luck.

Today, even though they both played, was no exception. They met 20 minutes before the teams were scheduled to arrive on the field, locked themselves in a shed, and kissed senselessly.

From behind the closed door, Regulus could hear voices getting closer and closer to them.

“James, I can hear Sirius,” the younger boy gasped, tugging at the other’s hair to pull him away. It worked, if James’ terrified face was anything to go by.

“Shit, we’ve got to go,” James mumbled, putting Regulus back down.

“You don’t say,” replied Regulus, arching one of his brows.

They left the shed together, carrying the big chest with balls inside it as a disguise. After putting it in the middle of the pitch, both of them went to their respective locker rooms, wishing each other luck teasingly.

“Where have you been?” Dorcas asked Regulus as soon as he entered the room. Giving her a questioning look, he went to his locker, taking out his gloves, the rest of his uniform already on him. “I went to Hooch looking for you—she said she hasn’t seen you today, so where have you been?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled in response.

“Oh, so you were with—“

“Shut up.” He practically ran to her, putting his hands over her mouth. “I don’t know how you know, but act as if you don’t know, okay?”

“What will I get in exchange?” She mumbled from behind his hands.

“If you don’t tell about mine, I won’t tell about yours, deal?” Now Dorcas’ eyes went wide, but she nodded in agreement.

***

An hour and a half after the match started, Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, and normally Regulus would be livid because of that, but seeing James smile every time he or one of his teammates scored was enough to soothe him.

The game wasn’t really violent—the buldgers were flying around as always trying to get to one of the players before beaters from their team sent the ball frying to the opposite team’s players, but nothing more dangerous than any other time.

Regulus was lingering over the pitch, looking for the snitch. Gryffindor’s seeker, a third-year girl named Abby Baker, was following his every move, so every now and then he took off, trying to lead her in the wrong direction.

He teased her like this for most of the game until he finally noticed a small golden ball flying just above the girl's head. He took a wide turn in her direction, lying almost flat on his broom and speeding as much as it allowed him. Abby didn’t get what was happening until Regulus passed her by. She was fast, at his tail at all times, yet still too slow to reach the snitch before him.

Regulus was so close to it that he could practically feel the ball’s little wings in his hand when his brother’s voice came to his ears.

“Prongs, watch out!” and then there was a loud thud and terrified screams from the stands. And if Regulus didn't know who 'Prongs' was, he probably wouldn't even bother checking what’s going on.

But it was James.

His James.

As soon as he turned his head to take a look at what was happening, he could feel all the blood rush out of his face. The familiar silhouette of the boy who showed him what a real family looks like and what love really is—the boy who saved him—was falling down at lightning speed, his broom nowhere to be seen.

Regulus didn’t think even for a second that his team would lose or that the whole school would find out about them—he just took another turn, going as fast as he could to not let his boyfriend crush into the dirt below them. It felt like chasing the snitch, only this one was much bigger and still harder to put your hands on.

“James, give me your hand!” He yelled, flying a bit lower and reaching his own hand out for the other boy to catch.

Regulus almost had him, but their palms were too sweaty, and James slipped out, flying down at breakneck speed again.

“Fuck!” the younger boy exclaimed, making a risky decision and flying straight down. This time he caught James hand; he held on to it, but they were too close to the ground to come out of this situation in one piece.

Until they weren’t.

Regulus doesn’t know what happened, but one second he was in the air, hoping for the best, and the next he stood steady on the pitch’s grass.

“What the fuck, guys?!” Regulus could hear Sirius shouting from behind him, but he didn’t care about his brother right now—all he cared about was James.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? What even happened?” he was asking, checking every part of his boyfriend’s body to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. “Who sent the buldger? I swear I’m going to—“

“Reg, I’m fine. Look,” James said, shaking each one of his limbs and turning his head in different directions. “See? Nothing happened; I just need a new broom.”

“Nothing happened? Nothing happened?! James, you could’ve broken every bone in your body; hell, you could’ve died! Imagine it was you and not your broom, your parents—Sirius—and me! We would all die just from—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” suddenly James’ hands were on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. When have I even started to cry? “I know you were scared; I was scared, too. But you caught me; nothing really bad happened; we’re both okay.” He pulled Regulus closer, putting him in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, love; we’re okay.”

They stood there, hugging for Merlin knows how long before Regulus realized what they were doing. He didn’t pull away when he said, “You know we’re in the middle of the pitch and everyone can see us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” James whispered into his hair, still caressing his back gently.

And so they stood there, not caring about the world around them or Sirius screaming about incest—they just hugged, glad they were both okay.

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #the marauders #dead gay wizards #jegulus microfic #quidditch #gryffindor x slytherin #1k words or more #by: allyeardepression #hogwarts au #harry potter fandom #harry potter

[valsdelulucorner]

Can you please do Barbatos Head cannons? That would be brilliant.

of course! I dont normally do stuff for barbatos so i hope everything turns out the way you like

Barbatos head cannons<3

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He really appreciates you if you ask if you could help clean or bake, he may be a all powerful demon but even then sometimes things can get to much for one person. If your having a feast at the demon lords castle and decide to help clean up, he will insist that you are a guest and don't need to help but he really does appreciate the extra hands

Ok hear me out, Barbatos doesn't mind physical touch but he also has boundaries. If you hold onto his arm, shoulder or hand, he wont mind much if you be respectful about it. To be completely honest with you I dont really see Barbs as the physically affectionate type. He is more into words of affirmation and acts of service. He doesn't mind kisses with a lover he truly trusts but other then that, I dont really see him as a man of touch

I feel like he likes to take you on cafe dates if you guys ever do start dating. Even if your just friends, he likes to take you on Cafe trips and Coffee runs. He likes more calm Cafes over those loud, always busy cafes. He loves bringing you to these places to just talk over a warm drink for a hour or two, he just likes to wind down with you for a hour before bringing a coffee back up for Diavolo. If he runs into you during a coffee run for the brothers, he will gladly chat with you in line and wait with you for your coffees.

He likes inviting you over for tea, weather it is only him or if its with Diavolo. He will make afew little cakes and nibble bits for you to enjoy while you both sip on tea and talk about the day. He feels happy and calm during this time, its his little time to unwind and speak his frustrations and his feelings to you. Its always a pleasure having you over for tea, the gardens always seems to look a little nicer with you

I love the head cannon that he will randomly call you in the middle of the night if there is a massive rat in the castle. While you sleepily head into the Castle kitchen, you see him pushing is body into the corner of the ceiling with that small smile he always wears as a rat eats some fruit on the counter. ".....Barbatos honey....." "Good evening Mc, sorry to wake you but i seem to be in abit of a predicament" "......You want me to get rid of the rat?" ""Burn it with fire if you must Mc". He will make you some tea afterwards as payment of putting the rat outside, though he would of thought it would of been more practical for you to kill it but putting it outside works too

He would call you "MC" "My dear" and "My sweet"

If Barbatos gets to busy with work or falls behind abit, he will shift into his demon form and use his tail as a extra hand. Hes arranging some meeting for the young master? His tail will be sorting and arranging paperwork for him to do. Hes folding and putting away clothes? His tail will be holding onto a feather duster or a broom so he can clean around him while he does the laundry. He's baking goods for the young master? His tail is stirring the mixture while he prepares the oven and a baking tray. He uses his tail as a extra arm whenever things get to busy

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Im so sorry its so short, I actually haven't done much on barbatos and I dont really know alot about his character so if i get anything wrong, please tell me

Who should i do next?

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Where Were You? Where Were You?

🩻 - Synopsis. Aaron realizes how badly he messed up, but doesn’t know if he has the strength to mend the wounds he gave himself and you.

🩻 - Warnings. Angst. No happy ending. Self isolating!Aaron. Boo hoo we’re all pitiful clowns here. Part one HERE! NOT EDITED!

🩻 - Author’s note. Part one got so much love!!! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I hop you enjoy the second part, but I’m bringing in the big guns for part three! :)

You stayed to get your psych evaluation. It took two tries. The first time around took a toll on you: reliving everything that happened, talking about it in explicit detail, and acting like everything was fine. But you knew you failed before it even began.

You took it again a couple weeks after. Even though you were officially benched from any cases, you didn’t complain.

All the time the team spent away gave you the opportunity to job surf. In reality, quitting the BAU was much harder than you initially imagined. Of course you would still be able to see them and talk to the team, it just… wouldn’t be the same. You would miss J.J.’s round of ‘good mornings’ as she swept by you all, eyes locked on the coffee pot a few feet away. You would miss Derek perched on Emily’s desk, teasing you, Spencer, and Emily like he was getting paid for it. You would miss Spencer looking over at you every couple of minutes to see of you were paying attention or not; making faces at you or mouthing words if you weren’t. You would also miss Emily spinning stories about her past, telling you the good and the bad, letting you closer into her heart. You would obviously miss Penelope’s hugs whenever she could tell if something was off, trying to cheer you up. And Rossi. Rossi buying the coffee at expensive places after begging him too, Rossi giving you advice during a case, Rossi being the father of the team he was meant to be. But… most of all you would miss Aaron.

Aaron speeding to his desk in the morning, desperate for something to wake him up. Aaron walking into casual Friday in a pair of tight-fitting jeans you didn’t know he had. Aaron stepping out of a hotel room in a quarter-zip, unaware of you ogling him. Aaron letting Jack go straight to you whenever the little guy swung by. Aaron’s smell when he hugged you. Aaron. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.

No. You physically shook your head. Get rid of him, you thought, he’s just going to make it harder for you to leave. The computer screen was giving you a headache now. You finally decided to get up and stretch your legs.

As you moseyed over to Penelope’s cave, you noticed the time: 11:49.

“Hey Pen,” you greeted. “You eat anything? I’ll go grab lunch for us,” you offered.

“Hey mamas!” Derek greeted. You saw his face of the screen, smiling.

“Hey, you. How’s the case?” You asked, immediately happy to talk to the man.

Derek shrugged and looked at someone behind the camera. “Reid! C’mere. It’s y/n/n.”

You heard a couple gasps over the quiet chatter in the precinct and suddenly Emily and Spencer’s face showed up on the screen.

“Hi y/n!” Spencer greeted excitedly. You came to stand behind Penelope, poking her in the cheek as you greeted the both of them.

“Hey Spence! Hey Em!” You were happy to see the pair. Though you had seen them only four days ago, you missed them. A pang of guilt stabbed at your heart: how were you supposed to quit your job if you couldn’t stand four days away from them?

“-ffee shop you’d love. I got that mocha stuff you normally get to try, and it was alright. I guess I see why you like ‘em,” Emily shrugged.

“I’ve been telling you! Anyway, how’s the case?” You asked.

“Close. I can feel it,” the black haired woman said plainly.

Spencer nodded and started talking about the case. The unsub’s main slaughter technique consisted of an electrical wire- of all things- and a Swiss army knife, a different knife each kill. You nodded along, listening to what your friend said. Eventually, you heard “Reid!” and Spencer said a quick goodbye and he was out of frame.

“That’s our cue, baby girl,” Derek said. “I’ll talk to you two ladies later.”

You heard Emily’s ‘bye!’ and the screen turned black.

“Sweetness, I would love some food,” Penelope groaned. “I’ll eat anything you get, but I need a pink lemonade! I need it, y/n, or I may perish.”

You laughed. “Yes ma’am.” With that, you poked her other cheek gently and left.

— 🔥

Aaron heard your conversation. He heard your sweet laugh, how easily you fell into conversation with Derek, Spencer, and Emily. He thought of the few months before you were taken. You were excited about a stray kitten you had found, claiming that the little creature followed you from your apartment to the bookstore you swung by regularly. You hadn’t even realized the calico until you sat down and felt his little paws tugging on your pants, tiny mews trying for your attention.

You were overjoyed to have been- in your words- ‘decided worthy enough for the system to choose you’. Penelope had been buzzing about it too, especially after showing her numerous different pictures of the little fella.

Spencer had asked what you did with him, knowing you didn’t have the time to take care lf a kitten when you were gone so much. You told the team that you had given it to a cousin’s daughter, who was immediately taken with the kitten.

The joy in your tone as you gushed about the kitten was palpable. Aaron loved- liked so many things about you, and how passionate you are was definitely one of those qualities. But he felt his own smile fade off of his face as his eyes fell back on crime scene photos: he had a job to do. And you were unimportant.

— 🔥

You picked up Chinese food, ordering inside the restaurant because the line wrapped around the whole building.

After ordering, you paid and gave the cashier a smile. You kept smiling until you turned away, still feeling her wandering gaze drag harshly down your cheek, eyebrows furrowing as she tore herself away from the scar as dipped below your shirt.

As you stood back and waited, you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. What an idiot, you thought: a government agent who doesn’t even have the confidence to buy some food. Your jaw tightened and you kept your eyes down, waiting until your last name was called. You saw a little girl look at you as you walked out. She held her hand up to wave and you smiled at her, the chubby cheeks of her face lifting into a bright smile. You looked away when her mother pulled her forward, sharp eyes glaring at you.

The little girl’s toothy smile filled your head as you drove back to the office. The ice in Penelope’s pink lemonade clinked around in the plastic cup as you drove. You drove in silence, thinking of the mother pulling her daughter away. Were you… really that bad? Ugly? Your heart sank into your stomach: a feeling you were starting to get used to. You saw your vision blur, but refused to cry. Maybe that’s why Aaron doesn’t want to see your face anymore. Because you were a monster. MacMillian had done his job- successfully.

— 🔥

Aaron stared at the text on his phone.

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: u need to talk to y/n. ASAP. i  don’t think she’s okay and i think it has to do with the macmillian case

It had been three weeks since the case and you still hadn’t spoken to Aaron since before you were kidnapped. Well, you had talked to him, but it was stiff and professional. He looked over at Rossi who was speaking with a few officers. Aaron felt like an idiot.

He wanted bothing more than to drag you into his office and sit you down to talk. Talk about what happened, what he did, how you felt, how you’re feeling now. Aaron just wanted to help you heal but he knew he can’t. He can’t jeapordize your relationship or his job. Aaron felt a lump grow in his throat. He didn’t even know what he wanted anymore- other than you.

To Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: How is she? What happened?

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: she went to get food for us and came back all upset. i think the poor girl was about to cry :(

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: and i think there’s something else i need to tell you

From Penelope Garcia 🖥️😄: but it has to be in person.

Aaron leaned back in his chair. “Damn it.”

— 🔥 

A day later the team came home. There was an arrest and the case was closed. There was a lighthearted conversation on the way home, Reid and Rossi playing a card game as Derek, Emily, and J.J. bickered over something (Aaron doesn’t know anything when they get together and scheme). But Hotch was looking out the window and thinking of Penelope’s texts. What had happened to make you shut down? What news did Penelope have for him? How were you doing mentally? How are you at home?

Hotch knew you had nightmares. Hell, everyone could tell. You had growing purple splotches under your eyes, a larger coffee cup every morning, and you zones out consistently during the day. You wore turtlenecks- that Hotch personally thought you looked amazing in- even in 85 degree weather. Not to mention how jumpy you are whenever someone touches you.

Reid had nudged you one day to get your attention; you were staring at nothing and it was time to leave. Derek watched you, a frown on his face after saying your name thrice. Spencer nudged your shoulder with a knuckle and you flew backwards, stumbling out of your chair, a hand coming to your cheek (where The Scar ran down your face). You played it off quickly after seeing Derek, Emily, Rossi, and even Hotch’s looks. But the fear in your eyes… Spencer knew you thought he would hurt you.

After landing, Hotch gave the team the day. As they all cheered and left to get their stuff, Hotch walked into the bullpen where he knew you were still working.

“Y/n.”

God, Aaron missed you. Missed seeing you, being in the same room as you- hell, breathing the same air as you.

You looked up from your computer, eyes falling on an exhausted looking SSA Aaron Hotchner. “Sir?”

“You may have the rest of the day off.” Aaron swallowed, holding your eye contact. Your eyes were one of his weaknesses. After a second of silence, you nodded.

“Thank you, sir.” 

Hotch turned on his heel and made his way to see Penelope. He felt his head spin: your blank stare and emotionless eyes felt like a knife to the gut. Aaron really fucked up, hadn’t he? Fucked up so bad you called him ‘sir’ and acted like you hadn’t bonded over your love for Phil Collins and old action movies. And how to looked away from him like you hadn’t slept in Aaron’s house clad in a pair of his sweatpants and an old sweatshirt, Jack lying on top of you after falling asleep to a cartoon. And especially the way your voice was monotone, completely different from the way you held up a quiet conversation after being sent home because you had a concussion.

“Garcia-“

Penelope stood up the second she heard Hotch’s voice. Tears welled in her eyes, shining brightly against the different colored lights in her cave. “Sir, it’s about y/n. I- I didn’t mean to snoop, but she’s just been so distant lately and ever since that case, she hasn’t gone out with me, Emily, J.J., or even Spencer! I’m really sorry-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Garcia. Slow down. What happened?” Aaron asked. He felt bile rise in his throat. He had a gut feeling that whatever the bubbly blonde woman had to say wouldn’t be good. He swallowed.

Penelope harshly wiped the tears off her face. She looked down and then back up, clearly distraught about the news. “Y/n applied to another job… and got accepted.”

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Sharing is Not Caring - N.R.

Word Count: 3145

Warnings: being tied up to a chair, degradation, aftercare, spanking, paddle use, restraints, sub!nat, dom!reader

Pairings: Natsha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: This has been rotting in my wattpad drafts fr. It's been I think a year since I wrote this, and I have posted it. I'm trying to clear our my drafts, so you should be expecting a lot of activity from me. Also this is pure smut so....

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A loud slap echoed in the spacious room where Natasha sat tied to a chair in nothing but her undergarments. The woman standing in front of Natasha at the moment is you.

Y/N Y/L/N. Her beloved.

"Y/N, don't you think you're overreacting a little here?"

"Oh, I'm not overreacting." You grinned at her, looking her right in the eye. "You see, this is what happens when you go around town with another woman and act like a fucking prostitute."

You gently reached forward and grabbed a tight hold of Natasha's hair in the back of her head. "You have anything to say for yourself, honey?"

"Y/N, please. This is all just a misunderstanding. Besides, I'm allowed to have fun with my friends and you doing all this stuff just because of it is making you look selfish."

Within the snap of a finger, you smacked Natasha across the face repeatedly, the force of it all strong enough to make you almost lose the grip you had on her hair. Her cheek was heating up rather quickly with the blood rushing to the spot you would repeatedly hit her which, in this case, was on both sides of her beautiful face. Natasha was panting when you stopped hitting her, so she rushed to speak before you got the chance to continue, but you just had to be a quick little shit and beat her to it.

"Don't call me selfish. I hate sharing, and you know that yet you proceeded to whore yourself out to Maria Hill in front of the world. So now, what we're going to do here is punish you. For all the horrible things you've done to my tattered heart."

You walked away from Natasha, moving to a drawer at the far end of the room. You reached inside the drawer and plucked out a variety of instruments you planned to use on your girlfriend. You could have sworn you heard Natasha whimper. You turned back to Natasha, a faint evil grin present on your face. Natasha was squirming in her seat at the vibrator in your hands.

You were now standing in front of her, a wide smirk settled on your face, thus scaring the shit out of Natasha a hell lot more, which caused her to begin her pleading. "Maria's just a friend, please, you don't have to do this."

"You're pathetic." You pulled her hips towards you and placed the vibrator on her wet core, moving up and down her cunt, the woman panting out heavily in surprise.

"Are you sorry, Natasha?" You turned the vibrator up a higher to a higher setting and stopped moving it, now keeping it still on her clit. Natasha could not speak, then you heard the loudest moan slip past her lips when you pressed the vibrator harder on her clit just right. It was always like this when the two of you had sex. Whatever kind of sex you were having, the infamous Black Widow would be dumbed down into nothing all because of you. Natasha can and would swear that you had godly powers with the way you always fucked her dumb.

"You realize this is all your fault, don't you? You could have avoided all of this if you had just acted normally and not the slut you're only allowed to be when you're with me."

When you harshly pulled her hair back to husk in her ear, Natasha's eyes were mid-rolling to the back of her head, thus making the woman gasp aloud. "You're such a stupid whore, Natasha." You knew your words were falling on deaf ears, but you still proceeded to talk just to be able to reprimand the redhead later. "This feels so good for you, doesn't it? Or are you just not as bright as you were earlier, and that's why you're not talking back now?"

All Natasha could do was breathily moan in your face, too high on pleasure to respond to you with even a single nod. Natasha could barely even catch her breath, so the fact that you were expecting so much of her right now was so unfair to her. I mean, how do you even expect her to respond when you know how your words alone affect her?

"You're being very disrespectful, Natasha. I've asked you three questions, yet you haven't answered at least one of them. You don't want me to prolong your punishment, do you?" That caused the woman you loved's eyes to widen, the fear of you going through with your threats shining through her blown-out green eyes.

"No, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Natasha rushed to speak, albiet sounding drunk, finally getting the least bit of control over her muddled mind.

You grinned, "That's what I thought, little girl, but if you really are sorry, you would answer all my questions." As you spoke, you were very rudely interrupted by the woman of your dreams warning you of the coil in her stomach nearly snapping.

"I'm so close."

"No." You pulled the vibrator away from Natasha's core and listened to her loudly whimper out a 'No'  at the loss of pleasure. "If I were to let you cum, who would you be cumming for? Are you cumming for Maria Hill," You pressed the vibrator back onto Natasha's cunt only to pull it away again upon continuing, "Or me?"

Natasha was whining, panting, and moaning like a bitch in her seat whilst you repeated the action of putting the vibrator directly on her clit and then taking it all away. Your eyes focused on her face, watching as it went through shock, pleasure, then frustration. In your focus and intense eye contact with Natasha, the woman was not able to form a single thought in her head, her mind being clouded by all three of the results your actions gave her.

You would watch her face contort for the 10 seconds where you held the vibrator against her, then listen to her huff angrily at you and your ministrations - but mostly you. You were mesmerized by the beauty of your lover, so much so that you rewarded her beauty by pressing the vibrator on her clit once more, this time not intending to take it all away at the last second. You watched as she gasped, her eyes fluttering close but fighting herself to keep them open, although somewhat futile. "God, you're so pretty, Natty."

Your soft gaze made her melt, and your faint smirk at it told her you were enjoying her little reactions. "Answer my last question, baby. Would you be cumming for me or your beloved Maria Hill?"

"Only you, Y/N. Only you- Oh, please let me cum, Daddy!" Natasha continued to babble out her pleas, not noticing how you had let go of her hair and was now kneeling in between her smooth thighs. Natasha jerked back and moaned, throwing her head back in the process when you started licking at her tasty cunt all whilst still holding the vibrator against her. 

Natasha stuttered in her moans, her fists bleeding white from being clenched so hard behind her back. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her teeth were firmly pressed together, trying her hardest to spit out a warning before she exploded on your face. But through all her hard work, she still could not get a single word out of her mouth, only breathy stuttered moans, gasps, and pathetic whimpered pleas. 

Natasha could hardly breathe, and when your tongue wiggled around that rough spot within her, her tether broke, her juices spilling all over your mouth and your nose, and even the vibrator that was still firmly pressed against her sensitive core. Natasha was breathing heavily, trying to regain control of her senses, only for you to take her breath away again with a bruising kiss. 

Everything was going well during the kiss, excluding the burning feeling Natasha felt in her chest at the lack of much-needed oxygen. It was only when the redhead felt a harsh slap come in contact with her face, thus breaking the kiss, did she suddenly yelped out. "I haven't allowed you to cum yet, have I?"

Natasha was near sobbing when you started undoing her restraints, already preparing to lose her dignity just to beg for your forgiveness, but then you pulled her up suddenly, carrying her nearly limp form over your shoulder, and guided her to lay down on the perfectly made bed you shared with her. Again, Natasha was going to speak up, but just like the last time, you'd interrupted her again with a ball gag in her mouth, and that was the moment she deemed you to be her worst enemy.

"Oh, Natasha. You really should know better." You walked around the bed just for dramatic purposes and collected a few more items to use on your gorgeous lover. "I thought you would be brighter than this, being a trained super spy and all." You were fastening the harness of your large strap around your hips, keeping your eyes locked onto Natasha, watching as she whimpered around her ball gag with tears cascading down her pretty face. 

You truly were in awe of her. The beauty she possessed was, in your opinion, unmatched by every single person you'd ever come across. You collected a variety of restraints and tightly tied her to the bed like the letter 'A'. You secured a lengthy leg spreader around Natasha's ankles and grabbed both of her hands to tie them above her head on the velvety headboard.

Natasha's eyes watched you move around the room, watching on as you thought over what you planned to do to her. The possibilities were endless, and so she feared she would not make it out of this alive. I mean her pussy sure isn't. What Natasha feared the most about you doing to her was edging her. She loved it when you edged her, but only to an extent. The thought of you building her up to where she was about to bust only for you to take it all away terrified her even more than your harsh slaps ever had. 

To say Natasha was shocked at your statement would be a huge understatement. Your soft tone threw her off even more, and when you smiled at her gently, her brows couldn't help but come together and form a crease as they met. "I'm allowing you to cum, Natasha. You can cum whenever you feel like it just remember your safe word."

That couldn't be just it, there had to be a catch, but all her thoughts went back to being mush when you ran the tip of your silicone cock through her slit, collecting the juices that had pooled there. Then when you pushed yourself into her soaking cunt, her mind was further melted into a puddle sloshing around in her skull. Your pace was tough, causing her legs to tighten around you- well, as much as the leg spreader allowed. 

Natasha was moaning wildly beneath you, writhing and nearly trembling at the speed of your hard thrusts. Her hands were sore, but not sore enough for her attention to be on it. Natasha tried speaking, but all that was heard were the jumbled pronunciation of her words

Good thing you were equipped with the skill to translate her muffled words. "You gonna cum, baby? You gonna give me all that this slutty pussy can?"

Natasha nodded furiously, her hips rising from the bed with much restraint. She could barely move, but the high she was chasing was enough of an inspiration for her to try gyrating her hips up to yours.

"Cum whenever you like, my whore. If it gets too much, you can always use your safe words."

If your dirty words were any indication that you were planning something epic, Natasha wouldn't have known thanks to the blinding white light that flooded her field of vision when she came. By god, you could swear that her face when she came was that of goddesses'.

"Oh, my darling, you're so beautiful." Your soft words were very stark contrasts to the continuation of your harsh pounding. Natasha didn't even have a minute to come down from her previous high before you were pushing her over another edge.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" You don't understand how that sounded very clear, but you were not complaining whatsoever. You could even say that you were impressed.

You stared into Natasha's shining eyes while you plowed her into the mattress. "You're such a fucking whore, Natasha. No wonder Hill was all over you when you decided to go out with her. You're disgusting. I mean, Look at you, the infamous Black Widow dumbed down to nothing by her meager partner."

Your words were enough to tip her over the edge of sweet release. Her legs shook around you while her moans sounded more stuttered and broken, nearing the kind of moans that sounded like sobbing. You stilled your hips, much to Natasha's relief, and pulled the ball gag out of her mouth.

Natasha gasped and heaved in the air. The woman barely even noticed when you pulled out of her, her brain being a little too fogged up to register anything.

Picking up the discarded vibrator from earlier, you pressed it firmly on Natasha's pussy, sliding it up and down her slit. The sound of her sticky arousal echoed around the room along with the incessant vibrator unleashing hell upon your precious woman's sweet cunt.

"Oh, god, Y/N, that feels so good!" Natasha had her eyes tightly shut with her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Her next words were whispered pleas before she exploded all over the vibrator you held along with your forearm.

"You're doing so good, my princess." You coo'ed climbing off of Natasha just enough to reach the leg spreader attached to her ankles. You freed her feet, grabbing your woman by the back of her thighs only to flip her over onto her stomach.

"We aren't done yet?" You could've cackled at her question if not for the way her gaping cunt was distracting you. Instead of rudely mocking Natasha, you lightly chuckled through your nose, caressing her plump ass whilst also licking and biting at it.

"No, my darling, I'm not done with you yet." You smirked as you pulled away, moving to grab two paddles of the same size, placing them on top of Natasha's ass, using them to caress her skin. "You ready, baby?"

Natasha was panting into the pillow, writhing against the paddles on her bottom as she furrowed her eyebrows, "For what?"

You lifted one of the paddles and brought it back down harshly, making your lover yelp in surprise, watching how Natasha's ass rippled at the impact. "Oh, Daddy!"

You wanted her to be loud in any way possible. If you weren't known to get everything you wanted before, now you are. You brought the other paddle up and then down again much harder than the last. Then you lifted both paddles, bringing them back down with a force that made Natasha scream louder than she ever had before.

Your onslaught upon Natasha's ass was unrelenting, hitting her ass to sadistically watch her skin ripple at the force you were dealing with. You relished in the screams and moans she released, each one bringing waves of arousal to pool in your underwear.  the woman is now full-on sobbing, the pain and the pleasure blending in with each other deliciously within her. She was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. She loved it when you got all sadistic about her. It made her feel like she was living on the edge, and she was enjoying the breeze there. 

At the last strike you gave to Natasha's plump ass, her orgasm embarrassingly tore through her, getting past her holds and slipping through her sex. You could have laughed if you didn't have any self-control, but alas, the goodness in your tattered heart pounded through, causing you to feel the need to protect her. 

Now, with the heat of the moment subsiding, your goal shifted from punishing Natasha by making her feel what you felt when you saw her with Maria to shower her with the softest kisses known to man. You hushed your wailing lover, careful with your hands as you pulled the restraint from her reddened wrists.

"Hush, my darling. It's all over now." You planted a small kiss on the top of her head before moving off of your shared bed. "Let me grab a soothing cream for your butt, baby, don't move."

As you gathered what you needed from the bathroom, Natasha used that small bit of alone time to actually think of what she'd done. She reprimanded herself for completely leaving you alone at the party you came to together and ditching you for some other girl.

Truly, her interaction with Maria was nothing more than friendly. They shared talks of their respective life partners and what they've been up to recently, nothing scandalous at all. But now that she'd been punished, she could see how that may have looked from a non-participant-of-the-conversation's point of view. Now that she'd been punished, she felt bad for what she may have made you feel.

Safe to say, she learned her lesson.

A gasp tore through her throat at the cold sensation that rippled across the bruised skin of her bum. "It's okay, hun, it's just a bit of cream." And as you continued to work on her, wiping her down and all that, you spoke, "You took your punishment so well, baby. Have you learned your lesson? Do you understand why you were punished?"

"Yes, Daddy." Natasha responded.

"Tell me why I punished you." It was a soft command, but natasha shivered at it either way, and she shamed herself for it.

"Because I hurt you at the party. I wasn't paying attention to you." You hummed as she listed what she thought could be part of the reason you punished her, then she followed up with, "I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay, honey. It's a lesson learned." With a kiss to her now exposed collarbone, you finished up with cleaning and getting Natasha ready for bed. "You're all done now. Get some rest, Natty, we can talk about this more in the morning over some breakfast."

With a content smile and a warm feeling spreading through her chest, Natasha laid her head on your shoulder right as you settled in next to her. She seemed your warmth just as you did hers, wrapping each other up in comfortable embraces and even stealing a few kisses here and there.

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[penkura]

knowing [2/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: uhhhh chapter two hype I guess lol.

Nami noticed something weird after you all left Skypiea. You and Sanji being weirder than normal. She was constantly trying to push you two together, she wanted to see a romance on the Going Merry, and the two of you were her best bet, if anything ever happened

Which she thought never would because you acted so shyly and Sanji acted like he didn't know what he was doing anymore around you. It was painful to watch, and she tried to get Robin in on it, but the older woman just smiled and said she should let potential love take its time. Nami hated that she was right, but every time you all approached a new island, she would do her best to pair you and Sanji up as buddies. Whenever it worked, you'd come back for a girl's night and be swooning over what a gentleman Sanji was, how he wouldn't let you carry a single bag or buy anything yourself, he did everything. You swore up and down he must've done that or would do that for any girl, but it didn't make you feel any less special.

In fact, once you arrived on Skypiea, Sanji had found flowers to give you three girls. Nami and Robin both received red ones, you were the lucky one to get a blue flower, which you later gushed to Nami that it matched his eyes. You were so gross with how head over heels you were for Sanji, but she really wanted to see you two together.

That's why Nami found it odd that you and Sanji seemed to spend more time apart after your return to solid ground, er…to the water anyway. You still would help him with cooking when Sanji let you, and he'd hang around you some evenings on the deck while everyone relaxed, but Nami didn't think anything much was happening outside of that.

Zoro, however, knew differently. He'd noticed real differences in how you and Sanji were around each other after leaving Alabasta. You had seemed slightly nervous when Robin ended up joining your crew, especially when Sanji was all too eager to welcome her, commenting briefly on how beautiful she was. Zoro watched you hover around while Usopp interrogated her, like you were just as suspicious of Robin, but for different reasons, and he thought you were being a bit ridiculous about it.

It's not like you and Sanji were together, right? He could do as he pleases and flirt all he wanted, you'd just have to suck it up and deal with it despite your feelings.

Well he thought so, until that evening when he heard you on the lower deck with Sanji after everyone else had gone to bed.

"Gosh, I felt stupid, I wanted to just hug you and tell Robin you're mine."

He heard Sanji laugh, Zoro thinking you were just messing around or possibly drunk. It really wasn't like you to say something like that when you were sober and in the right mind.

"You could have. I don't think anyone would have believed you."

"Nah, Zoro would have. You forget he's the one who's known me the longest."

"Hmm, that's true. You are the one who said to keep the flirting up though."

Hearing you sigh loudly and say that was true, Zoro could only assume you fell backwards on the deck or were leaning back to look at the stars. He heard Sanji offer to take you back to the girls bunks, but you mentioned you were next on night watch so you'd just stay, it wasn't long until you and Zoro had to swap anyway.

Not hearing anything more from either of you, Zoro leaned over the crow's nest just enough to see why you'd both become silent, catching you leaning into Sanji's shoulder with his arm around your waist.

So that's why she acted so jealous.

Zoro never said a word, having figured out you and Sanji were keeping your new relationship a secret for now, likely in case you decided it'd be better to stay friends.

Skypiea almost seemed like a test for the two of you. After landing and finding the beach where Sanji gifted you girls flowers, you ended up separated due to the laws of the place, Sanji with Luffy and Usopp while you were with everyone else. You weren't too worried, even as you stayed behind on the Merry with Chopper while Zoro, Robin, and Nami went exploring. The two of you were attacked of course, and until Chopper sounded the whistle for Ganfal to come help, you'd be able to keep your enemy back despite the damage Merry suffered. You ended up with a stab wound through the shoulder from Shura's Ordeal of String and burned your hand while trying to put out the fire on Merry, Chopper nearly in tears helping you with your injuries after he helped Ganfal too.

Sanji was just glad to see you were all right when he, Usopp, and Luffy finally reunited with the rest of you. He took note of the bandages on your shoulder and hand, pulling you aside while everyone was preoccupied with other things, asking you what happened if you were really all right. You told him what happened and reassured him you were perfectly fine, giving him a smile while he lightly hugged you and said he was glad, stealing a quick kiss and leaving you a blushing mess while he went to work on dinner again.

The next day you ended up following Zoro through the forest, Sanji demanding he watch you closely and Zoro just rolled his eyes before telling you to hurry up. He kept you safe while he fought the enemies he did, and once he and Robin had been injured by Eneru's attacks, you did your best to protect them while Nami went with the false god in her attempts to stop him.

You didn't know what happened with Sanji until Usopp jumped down from the giant gold ship with him, and you were shocked by how injured he was, he looked like he'd been electrocuted more than once and it terrified you.

Once you all were safe with the Skypieans and Shandians, once Sanji was awake and had Chopper replace his bandages, you did the same as he had before and pulled him away from everyone to make sure he was really okay. You asked him multiple times, your voice getting a bit more strained each time even when he said he was fine, you were trying so hard not to break down crying to him.

"I'm sure I'm fine, trust me. I'm standing aren't I?"

There was a soft smile on his face while Sanji watched you fight back tears. He'd not seen you cry before, and hated it would be his fault for having gotten injured, but he knew you were just worried about him.

"I…I know, I just…you're absolutely–"

"I'm sure, [Y/N]-chan, I promise."

Sanji pulled you into a hug, which you returned as you couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing into his bandages (you'd have to apologize to Chopper later). While you cried, Sanji quietly hushed you, saying everything was all right and he was definitely okay. He stroked your hair and apologized for worrying you, explaining he was protecting Nami and Usopp though you didn't need an explanation, you just somehow knew already that he'd been trying to protect your crewmates.

Zoro didn't mean to overhear your crying and Sanji quieting you, but he'd been sent by Nami to the exact spot she saw you drag the blond off to in order to bring you both back to prepare to leave soon. When he'd walked over, you'd just started sobbing and Zoro thought for a second Sanji did something to hurt you, he was ready to skewer the blond, until he heard him shushing you and explaining what had happened.

"It's okay, shh. I'm sorry I made you worry."

"I'm just…just g-glad you're all r-right!"

"Shh, I know. You need to calm down now, okay? Don't want anyone thinking I did something to make you cry."

Zoro heard you agree, and you started to breathe a little easier and your sobs went away soon after. He didn't have time to get far enough away before he heard Sanji say you two should rejoin everyone, so he stayed in place. Once you both stepped back out from behind your hiding place, the three of you stared at each other, you and Sanji holding hands while Zoro almost set a glare on him.

"A-ah um, Zoro what are…when did…why…"

"Nami sent me to get you two," he looked at your hands again before going back to glaring at Sanji, "We're leaving soon."

You nodded and now both boys were glaring at each other, it stayed like that a few minutes more before Sanji spoke up.

"Listen, moss head. If you tell anyone about us, I'll–"

"I'm not gonna say anything unless you hurt her. She's like my sister, so you better be good to her."

Turning to leave, Zoro didn't miss how shocked you and Sanji were, you'd half expected him to tell you that you needed to tell the rest of your crew sooner rather than later, but he didn't even do that. Just told Sanji not to hurt you or he'd basically be dead before he knew it. Sanji expected more of a fight, so he was even more shocked when Zoro just walked away, telling the two of you to hurry up or you'd become the newest residents of Skypiea.

Even after you left he kept his word, he didn't tell a single person, even as Zoro watched Nami try to pair you and Sanji up again and again.

He wondered how she was missing the obvious signs you two were together.

+!+

Robin was the next to find out about you and Sanji being an item. She didn't mean to, but it was after you all had saved her from the World Government, after you toppled Enies Lobby and brought your dear friend and archeologist back home to your little family. When you all had separated at Water 7, when Robin had been taken in by the government, Sanji took the lead on trying to get her back, eventually you all were together again at Enies Lobby, entering several battles to bring her home.

While Sanji and the others took on CP9 members, you again took to taking down lower members, this time Navy Men with the help of Galley-La and Franky's comrades. Those same groups helped you get back to your crewmates, to the Merry who had come to save you all, before you tearfully bid farewell to the ship that had been your home the last couple of months.

Once you made it back to Water 7, while you had to wait for a new ship to be built, you all took time recovering from your battle wounds and exploring the city a little more. Most of your time was spent with Zoro and Nami during the day, trying to help the former find a new sword and Nami taking you and Robin sometimes shopping for various items. You tried a few times to check in on Usopp, wanting him to return to you all, but every time you did so, he either had disappeared from the spot you saw him or you'd back down from talking to him. At least knowing he was alive was enough for you for the time being.

You absolutely would have spent more of your time with Sanji, but the two of you agreed to wait until a few days later, to keep suspicions off you from the rest of your crew. Eventually the two of you ventured out to the city on your own, you both left the rest of your crew for the day at separate times, meeting up elsewhere to throw them off.

Unfortunately for you, although it worked to start, Robin caught sight of you and Sanji when she was entering a shop with Nami. She didn't think too much of it until she noticed the two of you holding hands and the lovesick smiles you gave each other as you walked through the market.

Oh, I see then.

Robin decided she would keep what she saw to herself, at least that was her plan, until she heard Nami say "I knew it" when she saw you two herself.

Luckily you didn't hear her, and Nami suggested she and Robin quietly follow you to see what was going on. Robin wasn't going to agree to it, but Nami grabbed her by the arm too quickly.

She hoped you'd forgive them.

+!+

"Here, this is for you, mon cheri."

"You shouldn't spend your money on me, Sanji."

Giving you a smile, Sanji shook his head, telling you that he wanted to get this little gift for you, it wasn't a lot, but he thought you'd like it. While you were going through the marketplace, he ended up pulling you down an empty alley and giving you a small box. You really didn't want him to spend any of the money Nami gave him on you, you had your own, but it was still sweet of him to think of you!

You opened the box after a bit of back and forth with yourself about Sanji spending money on you already, but you let those thoughts go once you saw it was a simple little heart shaped charm on a silver chain. You smiled softly while Sanji blushed about it scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I just…I thought you'd like it so I bought it…you don't have to wear it or anything, it's no–"

You cut Sanji off by throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he returned with his around your waist, though he was a bit confused until you looked up at him with a smile still.

"You're the sweetest thing in the world, I don't deserve you."

That comment and your sweet smile got to Sanji in an instant; eyes turning to hearts, face bright red with a grin, while he snuggled his face up against yours.

"Don't say that!! I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!!"

Giggling, you pulled Sanji even closer to you and kissed him, only stopping when you heard a voice yell "We caught you!"

For a moment you thought it was Marines and they were going to chase you and Sanji through Water 7, until you realized you knew that voice all too well, and you both looked to see Nami and Robin at the other end of the alleyway.

"When did this start?!"

"Uh…"

"And why didn't you," Nami pointed a finger at you, while you hid your face in Sanji's shoulder, "tell me?!"

"Nami," Robin placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder with a smile, "Let's give them a moment and maybe they can explain things to us."

The two stepped away with Nami saying you had better not run because she wanted every detail possible about when and how this happened. You didn't move a muscle, still hiding your face in Sanji's shoulder while he kept you close and stroked your hair to keep you calm. Eventually, he laughed a bit and it made you look up at him.

"What?" "Guess our secret's out," Sanji gave you a smile while you pouted a bit, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear before kissing you, "Let's go talk to Nami and Robin then, all right?"

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[am-i-interrupting]

Imagine Vox with an anarchist or communist reader. Because I imagine he falls first, and the reader just hates his guts because he is quite literally the embodiment of capitalism. I just think it'd be really fucking funny. Lol.

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Vox has a tendency. That tendency was pointed out by Valentino as the moth laughed in his face.

He has a tendency to fixate in people who want nothing to do with him at best and want to kill him at worst.

You were probably friends with Cherri Bomb and being friends with Cherri means being friends with Angel.

You met Vox face to face when you were picking Angel up from set as he couldn’t even stand but needed to leave.

Vox tried to introduce himself but you walked right past him, flipping him the finger.

Your hard expression went soft when you helped Angel up to his feet and let him lean all of his weight on you but it immediately fell into a glare when you saw Vox.

You left. Vox watched you drag Angel to your home but that is where his ability to spy on you ended. You had no Voxtech in your house which only spurred his curiosity about you.

Not even a week later his warehouse for his cameras (specifically cameras used for directing) went up in flames. He saw you coming out of the smoke.

That’s when he decided to sit down and have a talk with you.

It ended with you spitting literal fire his way along with curses and him being even more intrigued.

The time since Alastor had disappeared had been boring.

Adding a new rival in his life was exactly what he needed.

Thus began your little feud.

It wasn’t ever anything truly filled with hate on his side.

You’d blow up one of his buildings. He’d steal you away for a chat afterwards. You’d curse him out. He’d put on a big man act. That was that.

The first time you truly hurt him he was shocked but it was his fault.

He was doing the big man act, threatening to make your life hell but you were already there and nothing he could take would be worth keeping anyway. That is until he uttered Angel’s name.

You moved so quick he didn’t have time to process. His computers behind him went up in flames, equipment went everywhere, and you were standing in front of him with a knife at his throat.

“I’ve only sparred you so far because I don’t have the shit to start a war with three overlords right now but touch Angel and I may be going down but you can bet your ass that I will take you down with me. Do we understand each other?”

Stupidly, so stupidly, that was the moment Vox realized he was falling in love.

You stayed quiet for a while but he knew where you were. He watched you.

He watched you and as he saw your acts of kindness to a select few and your hostility towards just about everyone else, he slowly began to fall in love.

It was when you were at a club with Cherri and Angel, out on the dance floor and then pulling a demon into a sex room as he watched when he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

It was stupid.

So stupid.

Doing something similar is what ruined his relationship with Alastor and got him stuck in this cycle with Valentino but he was a man of habit even if he pretended otherwise.

He materialized in the room behind you and tutted.

“Thought you would get lucky tonight?” Vox asked the demon. “Don’t you know luck rarely sided with a gambler?”

Maybe that line was a bit personal and he threw the demon out of the room with more force than he normally would have but hey, it’s Vox. The demon’s lucky they weren’t killed.

“The fuck are you doing?!” “Red light if you want me to stop.” “What?!”

He shoved you against the wall.

“Red light if you want me to stop.”

The next time one of Vox’s buildings went up in smoke, the fire was green.

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[slayfics]

Absolutely breathtaking commission from @kurumi-igarashi, depicting the moment Katsuki proposes to Kansa. She really out did herself on this one, I’ve been speechless over it for days. Short fic to follow.

Dynamite proposes to Persuasion.

950 words

Kansatoki and Katsuki walked down the busy sidewalk patrolling for anything of interest. It was rare for the two to patrol together as Katsuki preferred one of them to be at the agency at any given time.

Pedestrians nodded at the heroes as they passed. The occasional fanboy stopped to ask Persuasion for a picture while nervously navigating around the intimidating Dynamite.

"Thank you!" The fanboy smiled at Persuasion placing his phone back in his pocket, hands shaking he took off quickly down the street as soon as his gaze caught Dynamite's intense glare.

"Can we get back to it then?" Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes and continuing to walk down the street.

Kansatoki followed his lead, an amused smile at his unspoken jealousy. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Is it about how annoying your fans are? Because I agree," Katsuki stated.

"No, it's about Yume and Eijiro."

"What about 'em?" He asked.

"Did they seem to be acting strange to you?" Kansatoki asked

"Nah," Katsuki said dismissing her concerns swiftly, but Kansatoki continued to make her point.

"Today Yume would barely say two words to me. Usually, she won't give me a moment alone, and the same with Eijiro. As soon as he saw me, he took off to his office."

"So? Sounds like there being good employees and it's about damn time. Plus, they were both out sick the last two days so- probably just recovering still," Katsuki replied.

"That's the thing though! I facetimed Yume when they were out sick to check in and she was out shopping at the mall with Eijiro!"

"HAH! Are you snitching on your best friend to the boss? It's not my damn business how they use their sick days." Katsuki responded.

"Yume never lies to me though! If she wasn't sick but needed the day off, she would have told me that," Kansatoki said, frustration rising.

The past few weeks Kansatoki could feel a change in Katsuki's emotions. He was more on edge and nervous than she had ever felt him before. Whenever she asked, he used the excuse that it was stress from hero work and running the agency.

Last week Katsuki went out for drinks with Eijiro while Kansatoki and Yume had a girl's night. Yume agreed with Kansatoki that something seemed off with Katsuki. Things escalated when the two boys called the girls to pick them up after getting completely shit-faced at the bar.

A normal occurrence for two best friends except Katsuki never gets drunk. Ever since that night, Yume started passing off the same excuse; Katsuki was just overwhelmed with hero work and running the agency.

The three of them were hiding something from her and she was going to find out what.

What Kansatoki didn't know is that night the boys when out for drinks, was also the night Katsuki had bought an engagement ring. His nerves were the result of him having absolutely no clue how to propose. Letting his anxiety get the best of him, he got drunk with Eijiro. Leaving the girls to drive down and bring them home in Yume's car.

To make matters worse, Katsuki's drunk ass dropped the ring.

Finding it in her car the next day, Yume exploded with excitement. Knowing she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret, Katsuki forced her and Eijiro to take a few "sick" days while she got her emotions under control.

"You're overthinking things," Katsuki said in a desperate attempt to end the conversation. Kansatoki was smart, and her quirk left little room to keep secrets from her. He knew any day she'd discover the truth.

As if answering his plea, a call came through the communicator:

Requesting hero backup at Kappabashi Steet. Villains attempting to make an escape.

"Let's go," Katsuki motioned for Kansatoki to get on his back.

Sighing at the interruption she got on, with a few explosions they were at the rooftop where the villains were attempting their getaway.

The two of them instantly got to work. Wrapping her whip around one, Persuasion brough a villain to the floor, slapping her hand across his face he fell into a deep sleep induced by her quirk.

A helicopter hummed int the background as it filmed the heroes for breaking news.

Dynamite let out explosions aimed at the other two, causing large debris to go flying Persuasions way.

Dodging it easily she turned to Dynamite in disbelief, that wasn't a mistake he's made since UA. He specially trained for his explosions to be contained and not a danger to the heroes working beside him. Whatever secret he was keeping was now affecting his hero work.

"The fuck?" She called out to him.

"Shit- you good?" He asked.

"No! I'm not! I'm tired of you hiding shit from me! Just tell me what the hell has been going on with you!" Kansatoki snapped finally reaching her breaking point.

Katsuki and their friends acting strange was one thing, but being so distracted he was making mistakes in his hero work was a whole other beast. Katsuki doesn't put anything above his hero work, so what secret could be so impactful? Kansatoki couldn't bear the growing concern she had for him any longer.

Katsuki grunted as he ran both hands over his face, reaching his own limit. "Fuck fine! You really want to know!?" He snapped back. The helicopter hummed in the background filming the hero's couple's spat on a live broadcast.

"Oh! So, there is a secret?! Of course, I'm right," Kansatoki yelled. Wind flowed through her hair, emerald eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

"I've been trying to figure out how to ask your dumb ass to marry me!" He yelled.

Kansatoki froze, processing what Katsuki had just said.

Did she hear that right?

Katsuki let out a sigh, "Fuck it," he said getting down on one knee. "Marry me?"

The live broadcast and headline "Dynamite proposes to Persuasion!" lit up around news outlets.

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💚 Kansatoki Hikari

💚 Yume Hoshiro

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[gumjester]

@eremorte for some reason i could not post my answer to this ask???? but i love it and have thoughts so we're answering this analogue version!!!! MY ANSWERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

WHATS CHASE DOIN!!!!! showing him anywhere, doing anything, letting my poor boy come 2 eah and be at peace with friends.. it makes sense for him to transfer!! or the webisode could be him running away from his bint mother n being discovered in ever after by the wonderlandians after maddie heard he crossed thru the portal or something :( i want him to wear normal clothes and hav a nice cup of tea

^^ i suppose thats already quite self indulgent but i could go 4 another one!!!!! i always loved maddie's diary entry where she chases the sound of giles' knock all around the school by herself and wouldnt that be a fun thing to make into a little webisode!!!! a flashback to the days of summer, empty school, eerie atmosphere, maddie-focused episode…. they'd never make it. thats why it would be so good"!!!!!!

i kno this is grand expectations for . an eah webisode. but i would have liked to see the ramifications of thronecoming.... like its fair enough that the student population puts their frets aside 4 the Big Dance because why wouldnt you!!!!! god knows ur not having fun any other time!! but afterwards the storybook is still missing and as far as anyone's concerned, could b anywhere!! scary stuff. i wanted to see briar sweat a little bit. they RLLY sidelined her after her single act of agency in thronecoming and i needed to see that mounting tension!!!!!! maybe a scene with her and apple, the growing schism between them.. her and ashlynn, ashlynn suspecting but saying nothing, their new rebellious camaraderie....we could hav had it all

AFTERMATH!!!!!!! LIKE WHA?????? the storybook has just been destroyed!!! isn't this like the pillar of your society or whatever???? why is nobody flipping out and hoarding cans of kelpie steaks in their fortified basement?? you could even make it funny [?] by having some people take on full doomsday prepper mode after finding out the storybook has been destroyed instead of jus . moving decently and calmly with their lives, deflating all and any influence and tension the storybook plot held. JUST A THOUGHT 👍

HM......... something with duchess and sparrow i think! they really shine as antagonists but i feel like true hearts day wasnt as far as they could spread their wings <- bird pun. maybe the special could b focused on figuring out wht the fuck exactly was up with duchess' white/black swan dissonance!!!! why did she turn into a black swan when she transformed 🤷‍♀️ what is up with that. what is up with duchess. mattel please answer my voicemails!!!!!! sparrow could help out nd be comic relief and also we could see them be friends because i love them. THERE'S NO LOSING

THIS WAS ALL DEEPLY DISJOINTED BUT SO MUCH FUN TO THINK ABOUT 💜 I LOVE AIRING GRIEVANCES

#ask #eah #ever after high #gum talk #chase redford #maddie hatter #madeline hatter #briar beauty #duchess swan

[tazumii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🍵🧸️ . "i love you"

﹙"i love you"﹚ 🍵🧸 gojo satoru — jujutsu kaisen. ⟶ 2006 ; angst. ☆ ; death (you're dead). WC:

— "c'mon, satoru, let's go have fun. watch a movie. the new one in your favorite series is out in the cinema," suguru offered, gently shaking satoru's shoulder as the other zoned out.

he'd been like this for a while now, with suguru struggling to break him out of his shell— ever since you'd been killed by a special-grade after an ambush. you'd been wounded fatally, having fallen into his arms, and you'd told him you loved him.

'i love you,'

such a small sentence held so much meaning to satoru. he never thought it would, but.. it meant more than anything anyone had said to him.

it repeated in his head every second of every day since you'd died. all he could hear was your voice, weak and strained, as you bled out in his arms. no matter what he tried, every attempt at focusing on something else just made his ears ring.

"satoru, come on.." suguru prompted. "you've got to let them go at some point. you can't keep yourself stuck forever."

that seemingly meaningless phrase, 'you've got to let them go', broke satoru's heart a little. he'd never thought about what it'd be like to let you go and forget about the incident— even though he knew he never would.

he'd never be able to let go of you— not now that he's questioning his own feelings towards you. you'd said you loved him, but.. did you really mean it? or did you just say it because you couldn't think properly?

he'd always crushed on you since he'd first laid eyes on you— almost a year ago. and yet, now that you'd said you loved him, he couldn't tell if those feelings were real.

did you even mean to say 'i love you'? did you want to say something else, but you were too weakened to think properly? what if you didn't mean to say anything at all, and it just slipped from your mouth?

satoru's mind was shrouded in thought, dark thought— nothing he would let anyone hear. he'd just be told to move on, to forget about you and let you go. he didn't understand it himself, how he was still holding on to someone who had nothing left on earth?

suguru had long since gone silent, understanding his friend wasn't in the mood to do anything besides think. it was surreal, seeing the well-known eccentric and excitable sorcerer be reduced to a silent, overthinking teenager.

seeing his closest friend like this, the polar opposite of what he was known for, sparked some feelings in suguru as well. he had been good friends with you— obviously not as close as you and satoru had been, but still close. and satoru had always acted like this unstoppable eccentric force, who never had a bad day and was always grinning mischievously. seeing satoru like this proved that, despite his image, he was the same as everyone else— a normal teenager, with emotions and thoughts. nothing like the most powerful sorcerer other people saw him as. he was vulnerable, the most vulnerable he'd ever been, and it was terrifying.

satoru was questioning whether what you had said was even true, and whether he reciprocated or not. of course, as suguru had always told him, it wouldn't matter. you were dead, you wouldn't ever know if he felt the same way. but it mattered to him. he wanted to figure it out for himself, so he wouldn't be stuck in the void of his thoughts. so he questioned, and questioned, and questioned. he lost sleep and state, losing himself in his own tainted thoughts. yet he made it his own mission to find the answer.

until he did.

he counted each time you and him had exchanged smiles when crossing paths in the halls, each time he saw your silhouette against the lights in your dorm against your door and watched as you'd danced to your favorite song. the song he always listened to now.

he did love you. he does love you.

if only you could know how much.

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( i'm coping with bsd 114.5 and jjk at once so YOU'RE gonna cope with me )

#sorry but also not #haha cry (im crying too) #gonna explode #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #angst #jjk angst

[nayomi247]

okay okay that uh ideal partner headcannon post with lucifer where you said he would fall for you over your smile got me REELING. Can you do some headcannons (maybe a little story if your so kind o great one) about a reader who doesn't smile/laugh very often and one day Lucifer sees them just totally let loose; like maybe they see an old friend or they get super drunk or whatever, but basically they are nothing but smiles and giggles and Lucifer is 100% smitten.

You've Got A Smile That Could Light Up This Whole Town

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE. Definitely one of my favorite requests that I've gotten. Writing Lucifer as a complete simp is my kryptonite. Thank you so much for the ask btw<3

Pairing: Lucifer/f!reader

Contents: Fluff, Pining, drunken confessions, alcohol, drinking, Lucifer being a simp

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You had never been much of a smiler. You weren't depressed of course, and you were a happy person, but you just.. didn't smile.

A lot of people had asked you if you had some sort of trauma, or even if you had something wrong with you. You never let it bother you though. You knew it wasn't necessarily 'normal' but you didn't care, you were happy with who you were.

Now, here in hell, not many people smile, for obvious reasons. It's easier to blend in now and not have to deal with constant questions. Though many people at the hotel you're staying at think it's a bit odd. They have one person who smiles constantly, and another that doesn't smile at all. They think it's best not to question it.

Though one person, Lucifer, thinks of it, or more specifically you, more than he probably should. He may be the devil, but he still smiles and what not.

You're sat at the bar, a drink in hand and chatting along with Husk. Angel sits beside you, also pitching in every once in a while. Nearby, Lucifer sits in the lobby mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

He looks up every once in a while, occasionally listening in to what you have to say or what the conversation topic is.

After a while, and an amount of drinks that you can't even count, you start to loosen up. A small smile here or there at a story Husk tells or a little giggle at Angel's jokes.

Lucifer decides he's had enough of whatever he was doing, making his way up to the bar and sits down on a stool beside you. He doesn't say much, only smiling a bit at your soft smiles or chuckling along with you.

As time goes on, your laughs get slightly louder and your smiles linger for longer. But after Husk tells what your drunken self thinks is the funniest story ever, you burst into laughter.

It takes everyone by surprise, seeing you, the person who never smiles turning red and shedding tears over a story.

Lucifer though, turns a deep shade of red at seeing you like this. You're smile is beautiful to him. He wishes he could see it all the time. If this is the way to get you to smile and laugh, then by God he'll drink with you every night.

You continue to laugh, almost on the floor as he stares in awe. Why don't you smile like this all the time? Are you insecure? If so, you shouldn't be.

Finally realizing that he's staring, like a creep, he quickly turns to Husk. He needs more alcohol in his system if he's gonna see you like this all night.

"Uh- Husk?" He stutters out and Husk looks over to him a bit confused, as well as Angel and you. He flushes a bit more at the sudden attention, but quickly composes himself.

"Can I get an um.. a- drink..please." He once again stutters. Get a grip Lucifer! "Sure.." Husk replies, almost as if to question him. "What kind?"

"Hm?" Lucifer asks, thinking he was already done with having to talk. "What kind of drink?" Husk says almost like it's obvious, which it kind of is.

"Ah, okay.. um, anything apple flavored...please." Husk nods and Lucifer pulls out his phone, trying to act like he isn't a complete mess just by hearing you laugh.

Meanwhile, you start a conversation with Angel, your laughs and snickers filling the room once more. Lucifer doesn't even pay attention to what's on his screen, instead he listens in to what you're talking about. He doesn't even really care what the topic is, just that he can hear you.

Husk hands him the finished drink and he downs it like a man who was deprived of water for days. Husk, a bit surprised, but used to seeing people this way, makes him another.

A similar cycle continues for a while, you laughing, Lucifer finishing his drink, and Husk making him a new one.

Eventually, Lucifer gets to the point where he can barely remember where he's at. The only things remaining on his mind are you and your sweet laugh.

Husk and Angel finally decide its time for bed, leaving the two of you alone, still sitting at the bar. You scoot a bit closer, changing to a chair that's beside him.

You notice the way he seems to be out of it. His eyes half lidded, mouth slack, and breathing labored. "You okay..?" You ask. Your thoughts are also all over the place. You probably won't even remember this interaction tomorrow.

He shakes his head and looks to you, blinking himself back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm good." He laughs and takes yet another sip from the glass in front of him. You've been watching him subtly throughout the night, surprised he hasn't killed himself yet from the amount of alcohol he's consumed.

"I'm surprised you're still conscious." You chuckle, and he remembers why he started drinking in the first place. The light redness on his face from the alcohol burns darker. He chugs down the rest of what's in his glass.

"Uh- yeah.. haha. I have a pretty high tolerance with this stuff." He hiccups, his words slurring ever so slightly. "Y'know, being-" another hiccup "The king of Hell and all." He finished.

You giggle lightly, the liquor in your system making you feel fuzzy and light. He smiles at seeing that he was the one to get that reaction from you.

You both continue to talk for a while, well you do, he mostly just listens, only really focusing on your features; your eyes, hair, lips, anything he can.

Then, out of nowhere, "You're really pretty."

"What?" You ask, a bit flustered. "Where'd that come from?" You question, a small smile still on your lips as you tilt your head.

"I just-" hic "Think you're.. beautiful." He confesses. Your face flushes pink as you rack through your brain trying to find a response. "O-oh.. thank you!" You curse yourself for stuttering.

He leans forward, face only inches from yours. His face is red and his eyes are droopy. He looks like he's about to pass out. "And- your smile. Its gorgeous. It's-" hic "A shame you don't smile often. If every word I said could make you smile, or laugh, I'd never stop talking." He slurs.

"Lucifer, what are you on about?" You question with a bit of a nervous giggle. He smiles and brings a hand up to hold your cheek. You don't protest.

"I mean I like you. Like, really like you. I don't remember the last time I ever felt this way about someone other than Lilith." He smiles softly at you. "You could even say that, I love you."

You freeze and your brain short circuits. He.. loves you? The king of hell, loves... you? You can't wrap your head around it at all. Seeing how you react, Lucifer somewhat comes to his senses. "Shit. I- uhm." He pulls away from you and looks down to his dangling feet. "I probably shouldn't have came on that strong. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't wanna-" He's cut off by the feeling of your lips on his. His eyes widen in surprise, but his hand eventually finds it way back to its previous spot on your cheek and he pulls you in closer.

Once you pull away, he comes back to reality and he tries to speak, but fails to form a single word. You take it as an opportunity to talk instead. "I guess you could say that I love you too." You smile widely.

Lucifer just pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and vowing to never let you hide that beautiful smile of yours ever again.

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I'm so glad I was finally able to get this out. It was a bit rushed at the end, and I'm not too haply with it but I figured this is the best it's gonna get so mind as well not fuss over it anymore.

Once again thank you so much for the request, and for anyone else that has sent any in I promise I'll start working on them and hopefully have one or two out by the end of this week.

Just a warning that I do have finals coming up, so as before I might not be as active with writing, but I'll try my best to do what I can. Sorry I was gone for so long!!

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[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Hiya could I request Val x reader, where reader and angel become friends and val gets jealous of them spending time together. It can be NSFW if u want it to

AN: trying to think of a title but i can't think of shit LMFAO. gonna put the SFW stuff at the top and the N$FW at the bottom. also i can't really think of when val would be jealous of angel n you normally cuz i dont think he has thaaat much beef w/ angel so it can probably be taken as val having a wittle psychotic crushy wushy on reader and denying it in his head lolz

also halfway through writing this i just realized that you could've wanted a soft thing of valentino and reader talking it out and being like 'erm bro i got jealous...' and shit but like i went more of the canon route :3333 Pairing: Valentino x GN! Reader, (Platonic) Angel Dust x GN! Reader Warnings: Valentino typical shit, weaaaapoons ooo, Violence, Angel Dust slander, Valentino being an asshole, Degradation, SFW-ish HCs:

You and Angel Dust were Valentino's top stars. Made him the most cash and shit so he was slightly nicer to the both of you. Of course, that also meant you had to film more often.

So, imagine how fucking PISSED he was when you were not only late for filming, your ass also went to goof around with Angel. Mind you, he was already pissing and shitting himself after Angel skeddaddled to the Hazbitch Hotel.

The mere thought that he might lose another of his top stars to that shithole made him petulantly stomp his feet like a whiny bitch. He decided to be a nice, kind individual (he's delusional) and try to let you off with a warning. Honestly, said 'warning' was just him making you feel like shit and making himself seem nice and all that.

As much as he likes the amount of cash Angel Dust gets him, he gets irked every time he sees that slutty bitch's face. It was definitely hypocritical of him to say, but he considered Angel a 'bad influence'. He's just waiting for the day he catches you fucking around with those redemption hoes. Valentino's hands are just itching to grab his beloved gun and shoot the fucking hotel up. (lmao will I get flagged for that)

Thank god you weren't late for anything else for a long while. Valentino almost forgot how much he was raging until he spots Angel and you at a mall. A fucking mall. Great, and you're even giggling and kicking your feet with him. Valentino swears he has no actual interest in you, but that shit set him off. He screeches at Vox for like 3 hours until you pull up at the studio and he goes batshit.

He gives Angel the most ominous glare in the history of, idk, me and your mom's relationship and drags you to the dressing room. Seriously, why the fuck is he acting like this? Fucking hell. Why the fuck were you flirting with the horny spider shitbag? (Delusional Valentino real) To be fair, he'd be more pissed if you were trying to hit on some rando in the street, but Angel Dust is still a traitorous lying dick in his book. I forgot if that was a phrase or not. Or idiom, I don't fucking know.

Wow, that's a lot of fucks.

Now for the sussy HC's boom:

He's fucking your brains out. He probably won't stop until he physically sees marks of his hands and teeth everywhere. Doesn't bother to prep you with anything, just rawdogs it.

Has you bent over the makeup desk thing or whatever the fuck it's called and holding your face in one of his hands. Says the most condescending shit, but it just sounds embarrassingly insecure. Well, it would be funny if it wasn't for how he's one movement away from choking your lights out.

His claws dig into your back and he has one of your legs onto the table just to hit the angle that has you crying. All the while, his mouth is yapping away about how if you left him he would track you down and obliterate your asshole until you can't walk for the next week and a half.

Bonus points if he drags Angel in just to watch his expression while he makes you say stupid shit. Probably thinks he's being cool based off Angel Dust's upset face, but that's mainly because Angel's just feeling bad for you. Valentino's still having his headcanon that Angel and you are trying to hit it off.

Valentino's probably pushing the laws of physics with this because that's at least Mach 10 speed. It's a joke, I think. Running his fingers over your spine to watch you shiver, his pride is almost palpable.

Once he busted a nut, he walks off like nothing happens. Literally strutting away like he just invented the flying dildo or something. Oh god, this is making me think that he probably has. Christ.

Angel helps clean you up and the two of you can share a depressing laugh about how you're literally just homies. Valentino acts a lot more possessive afterwards and religiously stares Angel Dust down.

Good luck trying to leave the tower now, he's making sure he's constantly watching you.

Drabble woo (i'll make a ff of this soon i promise)

Valentino's eye twitches as he takes labored breaths. "You fucking slut." He growls out as he clenches and unclenches his fists. His wings are unraveled and he slams the dressing room door shut. Suddenly, his entire personality pulls a 180. His lower set of hands go to cup your face and he visibly relaxes. "Aw, baby," He coos. "Do I not give you enough attention? Is that why you're so desperate to whore around with Angel?" As if he's trying to coax an answer out of you, he runs his hand down your back in a comforting (?) motion. Apparently his attention span is really fucking low because he abruptly stands up and lifts you up by your neck. He fucking squeezes. Hard. "How the fuck am I not treating you well enough? Since you have so much time to fuck around and go burn my well earned cash with that lanky bitch, how about you tell me what you're not happy about?!" His nails dig into your skin and you can vaguely feel the blood slowly trickling down. Your heart is like it's beating out of your chest and holy shit, the adrenaline is going crazy.

AN: okay yeah so sry for sudden stop but ill probably write this as a fanfic thing later cuz rn i procrasinated this req for soo long like 5 whopping days bro oh my gyatt. im gonna work on my masterlist and whatever first and then ill get this done okie? okie thanks 4 understanding i hope this req was what you wanted otherwise feel free to ask for a remake w/ a diff vibe yk :p

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[aeomianamoure]

request!!

Emo kai gifting you a ton of plushies and planting cameras in them :3

— emo kai gifting you a ton of plushies with hidden cameras in them!

warnings <3: !fluff, !crybaby reader (im sorry), !yandere kai, established relationship between reader and kai, !jealous and overprotective kai, kinda toxic relationship? sorry, reader shows bpd traits (again im sorry), comforting kai! nd fluff !! ,, kai is like joe from you basically, degradation, ddlg if you squint hmm

a/n <3: i have a i love my boyfriend key chain with a picture of kai on it coming in through the mail.. im very normal about this :3

you and your boyfriend have been fighting a lot lately, you weren’t sure if it was your lack of emotional and object permanence or maybe your boyfriend really just was neglecting your needs

kai was patient with you and reassuring though, always feeling bad when you’d start crying over feeling overstimulated due to your heightened emotions but he really didn’t know what to do to make things better

you were embarrassed to admit this to your boyfriend but the reason why you were feeling so unloved is because you felt like kai was too nonchalant with you

which wasn’t the case at all, kai was crazy over you! but he didn’t wanna risk scaring you away by being overly creepy ):

you craved more from kai, you didn’t know if this was your mental illness craving more toxicity from your boyfriend or you needed bigger acts of love from him

“you don’t even love me anymore do you?” you’d start to argue with kai simply because of his tone when he told you that he loved you

kai sighed, here we go again “you know that i love you baby don’t start this shit again please”

“if you do then why don’t you show it? why don’t do things like joe from you! i feel like you just don’t care about me it’s so annoying!” you began to throw a tantrum shocked at your own words

kai was shocked too; if only you knew about the shit he did. from chasing your little friends away, from getting rid of your loser ex boyfriend of yours the list goes on

but of course he didn’t say anything he just bit down on his tongue watching you stomp away to your bedroom

he didn’t want you to see that part of him; fearing you’d leave him and being afraid of him but maybe now that you’ve said that he can actually be his true self around you

kai felt guilty knowing that you’ve been crying so much lately; so he decided to buy you plushies to make up for it ): making sure to get you candy too <3

“i don’t forgive you” you grumbled munching on the giften candy “but this is a good start” you tried to be angry but couldn’t hide your giggles

kai was annoyed at how you refused to forgive him; he’s given you so much love, affection, attention, plushies and candy why are you still mad at him??? he didn’t get it

maybe he really did have to act like joe to get you to feel his love for you and maybe you could forgive him too!

later that day kai finally felt satisfied with himself; looking at how well he built the glass cage in front of him maybe he is going too far with this but you did say you wanted him to act like joe from you

kai started to prepare the cage for you; grabbing your plushies after planting cameras in them neatly placing them on the bed he built for you in the cage as well. he knew this was a sick idea but it’s what you wanted right?

kai unrolled you from college, impersonating you writing emails to your professors and family about how you were ‘moving far far away’ making sure that lie was believable

it wasn’t until you came home after your quick and final run to the grocery store, grumbling as you still were upset with your boyfriend but you accepted his cupcakes he spent time baking for you ):

kai was still annoyed at you giving him silent treatment i mean who did you think you were? you’ve been acting this way for weeks now! enough was enough

grabbing a wooden farberware rolling pin he had near by he finally let out his pent up frustration on you hitting you so hard at the back of your head knocking you out to a deep slumber feeling so much better not having to see your upset face

you woke up startled, seeing kai sit on the bed you were laying on peacefully smiling as he watched you sleep; “kai? where are we?” your eyes struggled to open as you were still sleepy but once you finally adjusted to the light in the unknown room your felt goosebumps form all over your skin. no way he actually pulled a joe goldberg

you couldn’t lie you were excited. scared but excited fully aware how sick you had to be in the head for wanting your boyfriend to be this way

“you know you must be really fuckin’ sick in the head to agree to being locked in a cage all day with your only human interaction being me using you whenever i want” kai laughed in your face watching you whine for air as he forced his fingers down your throat making sure his thrusts in your poor pussy weren’t dying down

you manage to nod weakly, making your boyfriend snicker more “and here i thought i had to hold myself back because you were too innocent when you really just are a dirty little girl with no self respect”

“but you like that don’t you? you like being my dumb little girl who’s only purpose is to let me use you” he begins to feel you clench up on him smiling as he rubs your clit helping you cum like a good boyfriend ):

a/n <3: the way my ex did this to me and they still left smh

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