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gamergirl-niffler · 11 months

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Taking Care of Haganezuka's Injuries - headcanons

Requested by: @zero-sugar-null

Being a swordsmith's wife is a little difficult, but being Haganezuka's s/o is a whole different story.

He not only gets angry easily but also gets hurt just as easily and of course you are the one to take care of him.

‌Any kind of bruises or cuts annoy him even more than anything else.

Not because they hurt.... Because they interrupt his work!

"God dammit!" Loud, angry voice fill the forge as a not yet finished sword is thrown across the room. "It's not perfect. I will have to start from the beginning," Haganezuka mutters and suddenly stops at the uncomfortable feeling in his palms. After taking one look at his hands, he can tell what was wrong. He didn't even notice the cuts at first, but they indeed were there.

So it was time to see you.

‌He is snappy when someone else is offering help.

True. Most smiths hate his guts but still he is one of them, so offering help is something normal, but Hotaru truly hates it!

"Hanganezuka? Maybe you need help?" Someone asks.

"NO! Leave me alone!” He growls in return.

Who the hell they think they are to suddenly offer him help?! Are they looking down on him? That's some kind of joke.

He doesn't need it... Not from them at least. After all he has you.

Any other attempt of helping him ends with an argument. In the end, other smiths stop even trying.

You are the first and only person he comes to.

At this point, you are pretty used to your husband returning home with his hands hurt in one way or another. Yet it still somehow gets you off guard when in the middle of the day the door suddenly bursts open, and you see a big man in a weird mask while you simply try to enjoy your tea and a day off!

Him showing up isn’t unusual, but after years with him, you know what it means. You put away your nice, hot tea and get up to get the stuff.

‌He doesn't wince or whine.

Hotaru is just watching you, maybe frowning once in a while, but you don’t really know because of the mask. He doesn't like how it feels when you take care of his injuries, the burning sensation isn’t his favorite, but your touch is great compensation for the moments of pain.

It soothes the discomfort and immediately makes him feel much better.

Hotaru ALWAYS thanks you.

Each and every time you do this for him, no matter how many times and for how many years. It's a really simple, polite gesture, but it's important for him.

He is fully aware he isn't the best pick for a husband, yet you picked him for some reason, so it would be only fair to show you how grateful he is.

"Thank you," he says after raising his mask to place a kiss on your forehead and then cheek.

Hotaru often thanks God for the mask, because your sweet reaction makes even this angry man blush.

‌Sometimes you scold him.

You understand his craft is important to him, but some days he takes it too far. Getting his hands all cut and bloody, you can't pat him on the head for that!

"How can you do this to yourself? Love, I admire your work and dedication, but you can't keep it up."

He scoffs at your words. "Someone has to make sure you slayers won't fight with bare hands."

"I know that and thank you for this but working so hard is stupid."

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?!” Hotaru quickly gets defensive.

Scolding sometimes turns into heated arguments between the two of you... Ups...

LET'S REVERSE STUFF A LITTLE

You are a demon slayer, so you make sure the village as well as smiths in it are safe. What means: going against demons, what means: sometimes you get hurt.

‌ Information of you getting hurt is one of few things that pull him away from work.

Yes, he is always deep in his work, but the simple mention of you getting hurt makes him drop everything. He needs to know how bad it is? Are you alive?

So he drops whatever he is doing (even if it means starting from the beginning again) and goes to see you.

‌If it's possible, he helps you himself.

Haganezuka isn't a master of taking care of others. It's hard for him, but he watched you work so many times, so he follows exactly those patterns.

He cleans your wounds and wraps them carefully, just like you do with him.

Also get ready for a kiss on every wound you have, after all kisses make it all better, right?

‌If it's not possible, he entrusts you to a person who knows what to do.

But this process is full of yelling and threats.

"You better take good care of her! Or I will deal with you myself! She is my wife, remember that!”

Sometimes even other smiths must hold him in place for the safety of others.

‌He scolds you as well.

That's another thing you should get ready for. Hotaru is your worried husband, so he has a right to do so when his wife isn’t careful enough.

Right after sweet kisses, he will scold you for getting hurt.

"How could you be so stupid!,” He mutters, annoyed. "You should be more careful. You're a demon slayer, not some child with too sharp toy! Being careful should be your priority!"

"B-But..." You try to argue, but you are quickly cut off by him.

"NO BUTS, Y/N,” He snaps at you. "You need to remember about your own safety. Keep other slayers and villagers safe but remember about your own safety too!"

You just sit there and listen, nodding from time to time. It's obvious your husband is worried, and you won’t argue with that. It was understandable, you do the same when it comes to him.

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In the end, you care about him deeply, and he cares about you even deeper. Each of you try to keep the other safe and provide help and/or comfort whenever it's needed.

It's just a simple proof of how much you love each other, and neither of you is going to complain.

Both of you love it so much, actually.

#demon slayer #Haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka #kny haganezuka #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka x reader #demon slayer headcanons #hotaru haganezuka x reader #kny headcanons

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feelbokkie · 1 year

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BF!SKZ reacting to idol!reader fainting on stage (hyung line + hyunjin)

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**Requested**

Bf SKZ reaction to idol reader fainting on stage from malnourishment?? It can be a text reaction or anything that’s easy for you. Angsty and fluffy if u want. Thank you! 💖

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: BF!SKZ's reaction to idol!reader fainting on stage from malnourishment (not proofread)

pairing: hyung line bf!skz x fem!idol!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food, referring to an eating disorder

word count: listed below (3,963 total)

방 찬 (Bang Chan) (1,046 words)

The second you got on stage, Chan knew something was wrong. You just didn't look like yourself. You looked drained and your dancing was nowhere near as good as it normally was. He's watched you perform hundreds of times, he knows your routine like the back of his hand and he knows you do too. So when you were a few seconds out of sync from your other members, he was at the edge of his seat watching your every move.

The boys watched as Chan sat there in his chair, hands on his knees and slightly bouncing his leg. They couldn't catch what he was seeing in your performance. They knew you were a good dancer and that your timing was a bit off, but they didn't see how you were completely fumbling around missing steps and mumbling your lyrics.

You weren't feeling well. Truth be told, you haven't been eating much for the past couple of weeks. Last month, your group made an appearance on Weekly Idol and all the netizens could talk about was how much weight you had gain recently. It wasn't a lot, your company wasn't even putting you on a diet. But the amount of comments that you read about yourself had gotten to you. It started off simply at first. You didn't eat anything after 4, you worked out on days you didn't have dance practice, and you cut out snacks and carbs from your diet. But the closer it got to the current award show that you and your group were scheduled to perform for, the less you ate. You honestly can't even remember the last time you ate a proper meal.

Your performance was two minutes long, but it felt like it was 2 hours. The sound coming out of your in-ear starts getting further away, like you're in a car driving away from the music. Your field of vision slowly starts getting darker, making it harder to see your members in front of you. No, I can't pass out now. Just a few more seconds, let me at least get off the stage.

Chan sits in horror as he watches your eyes roll to the back of you head and your body slump to the floor just as the lights cut out to signal the end of your performance. He immediately jumps up and rushes backstage, not caring if his reaction sparks dating rumors. By the time he gets to you, staff members had gotten you off stage.

"What are you doing? You're not supposed to move someone who fainted!" Chan shouts, not caring that he causing a scene. Your group members were hovering around, not sure what to do while a staff member was fanning you. There was not a single person from the medical staff nearby yet.

"We can't just leave her on the stage, the show has to continue." Another staff member says.

"Excuse me?" Chan doesn't even turn to face whoever had the audacity to say that to him, instead his attention is still on you. The staff member could sense the tension in Chan's voice daring him to give him a reason to hit him.

"C...han?" You mumble, finally starting to stir. You're eyes are still closed but you could feel him near you.

Chan kneels down next to you and takes your hand. It's cold and clammy. Getting a proper look at you, he can see that your makeup artist put way more makeup on you than they normally do.

"I'm right here, Y/N. What's wrong with her?" He gently strokes you hand as the medic works on you.

"Her blood sugar is extremely low and she is a bit dehydrated. Luckily, we have stuff here for her. She's going to be okay." The medics carefully sit you up and hand you a juice box.

"How much sugar is in that?" You ask as you hesitate to take it.

"Enough," Chan takes the juice box and opens it for you, placing it in your hand when he's done.

Knowing that you're okay, your manager and the rest of the staff clear the room to give you two privacy. Another staff member comes up to you with a bag of chips. Chan also takes the snack from the staff member.

"Drink your juice, Y/N." He says, pushing the juice box to you mouth.

"You should go back to your group. We're going to be on dispatch tomorrow if you don't." You mutter, not taking a single sip of the juice. Instead, you turn it over to the nutrition facts and read every bit of information before putting it down.

"I don't care," he looks between you and the juice box, "they can write about me all they want."

"Chan,"

"You need to eat something."

"I'm fine,"

"Like hell you are!" You slightly jump at Chan's sudden outburst. Various staff members who were still in the area turn to see what the commotion is about. You know Chan has a temper, but he never yelled at you before.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It just scared me watching you go down like that. I knew you were getting hate comments after your Weekly Idol performance, but I didn't know it was this bad. I should have realized--"

"It's not your fault. Truth being told, it wasn't that bad before. But the idea of being on camera again scared me and I kinda went overboard I guess." You take a sip from the juice box to put Chan at ease.

“I wish you came to me. I could have helped in some way.” He takes one of the chips and puts it in your mouth before you could protest.

“Might not have worked. You know I have trouble with food sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you still need to eat. You need to take care of your body.”

“I know, it’s just hard sometimes.” He shoves a few more chips in your mouth.

“Do you want me to start eating with you again? Would that help?”

“Maybe, but you have a busy schedule after today so it doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll video chat you then. And I’ll text you reminders to eat too. Just please, no more missing meals.”

“I’ll try,”

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho) (733 words)

Minho hung around backstage after his performance to watch you. He knew that by the time he got un-mic'd and back to his seat, your group would have already started performing. He would have a bad view watching from the wings of the stage, but at least he would be able to watch your full performance.

It was your groups first time performing a new song, and the choreography is the most difficult in your group's discography. The idea of performing it made you anxious. Being the main dancer of your group meant that you had the most difficult parts of the dance, adding to your anxiety. Wanting to perfect your routine, you opted for dance practices over meals, especially in the past few days. Your anxiety wouldn’t have let you enjoy anything anyways, you’d have just throw everything up. You just need to get through this performance and everything is going to be okay.

Your brain is foggy. You're not sure how you're hitting every move correctly. Maybe it's muscle memory. Or maybe you've been running your routine so much that it's all you can do. You move in sync with your member, moving with high intensity.

Minho watches as your backup dancers lift up you and your members. He also freezes in horror as he watches your body slump and hit the floor with a loud thump. The music stops, your members and the backup dancers surround you as you lay motionless. Various staff members run around backstage.

MInho blinks a few times, not sure he actually just watched you faint. He snaps back to reality as two of your group members help you backstage. You're awake, but sluggish, leaning on both of your members. Your head is bleeding and you look dazed. Everyone is murmuring about how the backup dancer dropped you, buy Minho knows better. He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and your head fall back before you fell. He walks over to you and helps you walk over to a chair, taking the position of both of your group members.

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"Y/N, will you please rest? You have a concussion." Minho calls from your kitchen. He was making you food, soup to be specific. The two of you went to the emergency room after your fall. They diagnosed you with a concussion. They gave you stitches and your manager care instructions and sent you home. Minho insisted on being the one to take care of you.

"If I rest, I might fall asleep." You call.

"The doctor said that you're allowed to sleep. He just said that I'm supposed to wake you up every few hours if you do for the next few days. So if you're tired, go ahead." You lean back into your couch and stare at the ceiling. Minho was strict about the no screen rule that was advised by the doctor. He even went as far as to confiscate your phone.

He comes into the living room with soup and lemonade. He set it on the coffee table in front of you before sitting next to you.

"You fainted, didn't you?" Minho asks as he picks up the bowl and gets a spoonful of food for you.

"I think so. I feel bad, everyone thinks that, that backup dancer dropped me. And I can't even say anything because my manager says not to." You watch as Minho blows on the spoon before feeding you.

"Why do you think you fainted?"

"Promise not to get mad?"

"I'm not promising that." He gets another spoonful of soup for you.

"Well, I don't want to lie to you anyway. I may or may not have missed a few meals."

"How many is a few?"

"I honestly don't know." You eat a little more soup.

"You hyper focused on dancing again, didn't you?"

"Unfortunately,"

Minho knows you well enough to understand that when you're too focused on dancing, your health is once of the first areas to suffer. He hands you the bowl of soup and leaves.

"I want you to eat every last drop of that soup." He calls from the kitchen again. He comes back a few minutes later with a sandwich.

"I don't think stuffing me with food is going to make up for the past few days of me not eating."

"I don't care, eat well and then rest."

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin) (647 words)

"She looks skinnier than when I saw her last... Doesn't she look thinner?" Changbin asks Jisung, who was standing next to him, during your performance.

"Hyung, I don't spend time ogling your girlfriend." Jisung pipes up next to him.

"Babo, I'm not setting you up. I'm just worried and I need to make sure I'm not seeing things."

"I genuinely don't know if she looks skinnier. But she does look paler--" Jisung is cut off as the pair watch you drop on stage.

Changbin doesn't hesitate making his way on stage to be at your side. Luckily for the two of you, the stage crew turns the lights off. He scoops you up and takes you backstage. He can tell that you've lost weight just by picking you up, it shouldn't be as easy as it was to pick you up. He felt like he was going to throw you. He lays you on a couch on backstage as the medical staff storms your still unconscious body.

"She hasn't been eating, she might be dehydrated." Changbin says from the side.

He knows you struggle with your weight. Being in the public eye had damaged your self-confidence and he constantly watches you struggle with food. To be completely honest, this isn't the first time he's watch you faint from lack of food. It's just the first time it's happened while you were working.

He tried to help you lose weight in a healthy way, not that you needed to. But you were adamant about it and he at least wanted you to be safe with it. As more people commented on your weight, the more you abandoned those safe methods. Normally he would catch on and try to intervene, but he just got back from tour two days ago and hasn't been able to see you until today.

"Hyung, they're calling us to go on next." Innie says softly.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go on without me. I can't right now." He says, not taking his eyes off you. Jeongin gives Chan a worried look. Chan nods and calls Innie to join the rest of the group.

"I'm...I'm fine, no need to make a fuss." You mutter, finally stirring and pushing the medical staff away from you as they try to put an IV in.

"No the fuck you aren't." Changbin didn't care if he was going to cause a scene. He didn't care if it was going to cause a scandal, either his behavior with you or the fact that he swore. He just didn't care.

"Binnie?" You look over to your side to meet your boyfriend's worried face.

"Just let them take care of you, Y/N. We'll talk later." He says softly. You nod your head and slowly lie back down.

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You and Changbin sit together on the couch backstage, watching his group perform without him. Your head is resting on his shoulder and he is holding your hand. Neither of you care about hiding your relationship anyone more. You both know that none of the other idols are going to say anything and if the staff value their jobs, they won't.

"You should be out there with them." You speak softly, poking his sides.

"Why didn't you come to me when things got bad again?" He asks in the same tone, his eyes not leaving the stage.

"Changbin," You forgot how one-track minded he is, "I didn't want to bother you."

"I'm your boyfriend! Your problems are my problems!"

"Okay, shh..." You take your free hand and rub his back.

"I shouldn't be able to pick you up like a ragdoll." He whispers, finally looking at me. His eyes are red and glossy, like he's about to cry.

"I know, Bin. I'm sorry."

"You don't have you be sorry. I'll help you, okay? When you're ready, I'll help you."

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin) (1,537 words)

"Hyunjin? Are you okay?" Chan asked the younger man who was currently glues to his tablet.

"I am, but I'm not sure Y/N is. She looks...off." He squints his eyes focuses on you.

Your group is currently doing a concert. And while it’s local, Hyunjin had to miss it because the kids had to record for their next album. Instead, he has to watch you perform from a shitty live stream. When he’s not in the booth recording his parts, he’s watching you on his phone.

“It’s probably just the stream.” Felix says, looking over Hyunjin's shoulder.

“It’s not even fair! Why do I have to be here? I already recorded all my parts!” Hyunjin whined, eyes not leaving the screen.

“I’m going to kill him. I’ve had to listen to this all day. We’re all okay being just 7, right?” Minho pipes from the other side of the room.

“Minho, I know he’s annoying, but please don’t kill Hyunjin. Hyunjin, I tried to get you done early so you could go but you were so excited you kept messing up. Now can you guys please shut up, I’m trying to focus on In.” Chan is right, he got Hyunjin in the booth first and even tried to record his parts in all of their songs instead of recording each song one by one. But unfortunately, by the time he finished recording, the concert had already started and it would have been half over.

You had been on tour for the past few months and today is your last show, ending it back home was almost kismet since Hyunjin was also back home from his own work promotions. He was planning on surprising you at your show, but because of their hectic schedule, the boys only had today to record all of the songs before they had to get them mixed.

Slumping back into the couch, he brings his tablet to his face and tries to focus on you. The fan who was recording the live stream was close enough to see most of the stage. But the connection from their phone with the combination of their camera was bad. Every few minutes, there would be a couple minutes where he could watch a bit of your performance. Watching you do your solo in one of his favorite songs, he was mesmerized. His head bopped along to the song and he was calm for a second, content with just being able to watch you. When you're voice cuts out, he assumes the stream is acting up again. He sits, drumming the side of his tablet like it would fix the problem. He doesn't realize that for once it's not a technical error, but something is wrong with you until he watches your blurry body drop. He sit up quickly and just stares at his screen.

"What's wrong now?" Seungmin asks, not even looking up from his phone.

Hyunjin ignores Seungmin and continues watching the stream. He can hear the fans panicking in the background as the music stops and your members rush to where you remained on the ground.

"Hyunjin?" Changbin asks, nosy after Seungmin's question went unanswered.

You still hadn't gotten up from the floor and your leader and a couple of other members are now addressing the audience as some staff members make their way on stage. Hyunjin pulls out his phone and immediately goes to Twitter. He's not sure what happened. He assumed you fell but the way that you haven't even moved it worrying him. You, your group, and your concert are all already trending on Twitter. He nearly drops his phone as he reads multiple tweets saying you fainted and had to be carried off the stage.

"I need to go." Hyunjin shuts off his tablet and quickly gathered his stuff. He pulls opens up a car service app and orders a car to take him to the venue.

Everyone in the room stops what they're doing and watch Hyunjin move around the small room. Normally, they would just make fun of him and assume that he was being dramatic, yet again, and just trying to go see you. But they can sense something is wrong. Chan stopped the recording and turned to Hyunjin who looked very obviously frazzled.

"What's going on?" Chan takes his head set and turns to Hyunjin, who was now putting on his shoes.

"I don't know. All I know is that Y/N went down and everyone is saying that she fainted and they had to carry her off the stage." He runs his hand through his hair.

"Hyunjin, I know you're scared but wait a minute. If she really fainted and didn't get up they're going to take her to the hospital. You don't even know which one, so wait and try to contact her manager. Going to the venue would be pointless, especially with the traffic from the concert. I'll go with you, just wait like 15 minutes." Minho says, getting his stuff ready to go.

"Hyung--"

"He's right. I know you're scared and worried. We all are, but you need to wait." Chan says, standing up and putting his hand on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"I should have been at that concert, not here recording this fucking album." Hyunjin pushes Chan hand off of his shoulder, so full of anger and anxiety with no place to properly direct it.

"Okay, I think we've been pent up in this room for a while. Hyun, let's go get some air." Minho grabs Hyunjin by the crook of his neck and forces him out of the room.

The second they're outside, Hyunjin pulls out his phone and tries to contact your manager. The phone goes to voicemail. He crouches down to the floor and runs his hands through his hair. Minho puts his hands on his distressed younger member's head.

"I'm sure everything is okay. Maybe she slipped. You know how the stage can me sometimes."

"I was supposed to be there, hyung. She could be seriously hurt and I'm not there." He cries.

Minho pulls out his phone and types something in quietly. After he's done looking for what he wanted, he tapped Hyunjin's shoulder.

"Let's go. Odds are, they're going to the nearest hospital. I know which one it is."

***

By the time Hyunjin and Minho make it to the hospital, you and a few of your members are there. You're awake, hooked up to an iv staring at a wall. You don't even look away when someone knocked at your door.

"Hey," Hyunjin's familiar voice pulls your attention away from the wall.

"Hyun? What--what are you doing here?" You sit up at Hyunjin makes his way to your bed.

"I came to see you, obviously. How are you feeling."

"Tired. Embarrassed. I'm going to be all over the news tomorrow, I just know it."

"If it makes you feel any better, your fans are sending you well wishes." He places a hand on yours.

"I'll have to look later. I just don't feel up to it right now."

"I heard you haven't been eating well."

"It's not what you think."

It's exactly what he thinks. Hyunjin knows that you struggle with food. It started when you first began training with your company and they refused to debut you the first few years you were there because your looks weren't up to their standards. You were fine most of the time, but every once in a while you relapse. A tweet a fan made with a picture of you commenting on how you've been "eating well" on tour set you off this time. That and the added stress of touring, promoting, and working on new music. Everyone started commenting on the weight you gained while touring and it made you self conscious. You started restricting your diet a few weeks ago. Today was extra stressful so you somehow managed to forget to eat on top of everything.

"Please don't lie for my sake. You don't look like you."

"What? Fat?"

"You're not fat."

“Hyun—“

“Hey you,” he presses a finger to your forehead, “stop being mean to my girlfriend.”

You softly giggle. You reach for Hyunjin’s hand and hold it. You missed this. You don’t want to say that your mental health depends on one person, that too much pressure that you don’t want to add on Hyunjin. But normally when you felt like this, when you would start hating yourself, Hyunjin would notice the dark cloud forming over your head a brush it away. But with both of you being busy with work and being several thousands of miles apart, and the toll of of both of your jobs it wasn't possible this time. And when Hyunjin couldn't read your cues, you would come to him. But you knew he was busy getting ready for a comeback and you didn't want to bother him.

"I'm just glad you're okay, babo."

"Hey, a babo can't call someone a babo. And at least I'm not the leader of baboracha."

"Okay, okay, you win. Scooch over," I move over to the side so Hyunjin can climb in.

"We'll talk more tomorrow. Let's just rest, okay my muse?"

"Okay,"

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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if the dol LIs were all yanderes

ok ik other people have done this but there is enough room for more headcanons.

cw: it’s dol and yanderes. everything is gonna be nsfw

left off kylar and eden for obvious reasons. and i didn't include great hawk or black wolf bc i wasn't sure how to incorporate them. if you want more hcs for them or anyone just ask :3

robin: soft, sweet robin. you would never imagine them as a yandere. but they’re obsessed with their childhood friend. very very clingy. climbs into your bed every night just to hold you. if they're at low confidence (esp if they're traumatized) you are absolutely their protector and they hardly will go anywhere without being by your side. you promised you would keep them safe! with higher confidence will fuck anyone up who dares to harass you in history class. also at high confidence will manipulate you into dangerous situations so they can save you. steals your dirty socks to sniff them.

whitney: i mean come ONNNN they would be The perfect yandere. insanely possessive. will not let anyone else touch you and whoever tries will get their shit rocked. loves fucking you in public and marking you up so everyone knows who you belong to. wants to cover you in tattoos of their name. the way this is just canon whit actually….definitely the kind of yan who is willing to kill anyone who hurts you. has considered killing YOU just to ensure no one else can have you. very sadistic type. also puts you in dangerous situations. not necessarily to save you, but because they know you'll come running into their arms afterwards. they love having that control over you.

sydney: pure sydney is just so obsessed with you and doesn't understand why. you consume their thoughts nonstop and it doesn't make sense to them. believes that god has chosen you to be with them and them only. once you've corrupted them though it's all over. they feel a special insane attachment to you for doing this to them. thinks that you're absolutely perfect and will get violent if anyone disagrees. still believes that god has put you two together. absolutely worships you. you defiled them, you showed them how good life could be. also? obsessed with breeding you/being bred by you.

avery: one of the most dangerous because the others have genuine love for you (deep down in some cases) but avery is scary. they see you literally as their object, just a nice possession to have hang off their arm. canonically has sent at least one former sugar baby to the asylum so clearly already has some yan tendencies. is fine as long as you do exactly what they want, be the perfect partner for them to tout in public. makes you their doll, buys you nice clothes and dresses you up. but if you ever do anything that goes against what they want, they will not hesitate to break you and mold you back into their perfect toy. high rage yan avery, if they don't kill you first, will make you lose your mind and you'll end up in the asylum too.

alex: friendly on the outside but obsessive within. wants to breed you like one of their farm animals. if you try to leave the farm and their dominance is high you will be caged up again like an animal. loveloveloves having you rely on them. enjoys having power over you. sees themselves as your provider. can get very overprotective when remy is involved. wants to rescue you!!

#degrees of lewdity #dol #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #avery the businessperson #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #alex the farmhand #wowowowowow this was fun. way overthought it though hehehehe #writing #nica's headcanons #ok im done overthinking im posting this. will likely add to later

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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months

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I have a cute one for you! Ok so Bucky’s fiancée (the reader) gives Bucky an early Christmas present when he comes home from a mission and the present is the reader’s way of telling Bucky that she’s pregnant with hers and Bucky’s first child

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Unexpected Present, Unfolding Future

Character: Bucky x fiancee!Reader

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The wind howled like a banshee outside, whipping snowflakes against Bucky's face as he trudged up the porch steps. His shoulders hunched, mirroring the weight of the world on his weary soul. All he craved was a hot meal, a warm bed, and the sweet oblivion of sleep.

As he fumbled with his keys, the door swung open, revealing Y/N in a festive apron, a mischievous grin splitting her face. Like a siren song, the aroma of cinnamon and gingerbread cookies lured him inside.

"Merry Christmas, my hero!" she chimed, holding out a small, suspiciously lopsided box. "Early Christmas gift for the soldier who finally decided to grace us with his presence."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching. "Early Christmas, huh? Didn't know the holiday came early for soldiers who can't tell a gingerbread man from a landmine."

Y/N gasped, mocking, clutching her pearls. "How dare you insult my culinary prowess! These cookies are works of art, even if they do resemble abstract reindeer."

Bucky chuckled, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He took the box, his fingers tracing the uneven wrapping job. Inside, nestled on a bed of red tissue paper, lay a pair of baby shoes knitted in the brightest blue yarn he'd ever seen. They looked like they were crafted by a squirrel with a crochet addiction.

Silence descended, broken only by the crackling fire. Then, Bucky's face broke into a grin that could rival the sun. He swept Y/N up in his arms, twirling her around until they were both dizzy and laughing.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he teased, his voice filled with disbelief and pure joy.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling like fairy lights. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Maybe I just really like tiny shoes."

Bucky stared at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a feeling unlike anything he'd ever known. He was going to be a father. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, so fierce and new it took his breath away.

He held Y/N close, his metal arm gently cradling her growing belly. The warmth of the fireplace, the aroma of questionable cookies, the sound of her laughter – it all felt like coming home.

"This is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for," Bucky whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Even if the shoes look like a toddler yeti made them."

Y/N swatted him playfully. "Hey! I put a lot of effort into those abominations. And besides, who says our child can't have a unique fashion sense?"

Bucky chuckled, a true, heartfelt laugh that echoed through the room. "Of course, my love. If they want to wear mismatched socks and walk around like a tiny yeti, who am I to argue?"

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of laughter, carols, and questionable hot cocoa that tasted suspiciously like gingerbread and burnt sugar. Bucky held the tiny baby shoes in his palm, staring at them with a reverence he didn't know he possessed.

He imagined the little feet that would fill them, the first steps, the first words. He imagined a future filled with bedtime stories, epic pillow fights, and late-night talks about everything and nothing.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, nestled together under a mountain of mismatched blankets, Bucky knew this was only the beginning of their greatest adventure.

The world outside might be cold and chaotic, but inside their little apartment, it was warm, safe, and with the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and the occasional sartorial disaster.

As Bucky held Y/N close and felt the tiny life growing within her, he knew he would spend the rest of his life protecting them with all his heart and a healthy dose of humor. After all, a little laughter goes a long way, significantly when raising a future child together.

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we'll get them

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emily prentiss x daughter!reader

tw : nudes and sexual abuse

i pulled up outside the bau, feeling sick. garcia was in here and i was praying she could help me. i hadn't been able to show my face at school for months and mum had no idea. i couldn't tell her. i couldn't dare - what would she think of me? would she call me a whore? a slag? like the rest of them. i knew my mum was usually understanding but at the same time, this was serious.

i left the elevator with my visitor badge on and tried to stay out of sight. i knew mum was on a case and not in town but i didn't know about anyone else. i was well known at the bau, people loved me but i didn't want to be recognised now. i felt ashamed looking at my reflection.

i knocked on the door to garcia's computers and heard her little chime from inside 'two seconds my love'. she didn't know who it was but she called everyone the sweetest names. she just radiated love and positivity, i could already feel myself feeling better. to my shock, jj opened the door. "y/n!" she cheered, smiling widely. "y/n?" garcia said, spinning on her chair. "emily's on a case, did she not tell you?" jj said, concerned. "oh erm," i muttered and lowered my head. "i came to see garcia." "oh come in sweet cheeks!" garcia said, standing up and welcoming me in. "do you want me to leave you to it?" jj asked sweetly but something compelled me to shake my head. i needed her support too. "sit down baby, are you okay?" garcia asked. i felt sick. "i can't tell you so i'm going to show you," i mumbled. "okay," garcia said. i tapped away on my phone til i found the twitter post. i handed it to garcia and she looked at it. jj peering over her shoulder. "oh sugar plum," garcia mumbled. "does emily know?" jj asked me, sadness in her voice. i shook my head rapidly. "please don't tell her!" "y/n," jj sighed. she crouched down beside me and i felt tears welling up in my eyes. "babe, this was posted over a month ago, why didn't you come to me sooner?" "i couldn't leave my house." i buried my head in my hands and jj held me.

"i didn't take them," i whispered. "you didn't?" jj asked, putting some hair behind my ear. penelope was already looking at how to get rid of them, although it was hard. she was going to find the origin at least because then we know who posted them. "some guy," i began explaining. "we got drunk one night when mum was away and he - he forced me too. he used a polaroid and , and his phone but i didn't know he used his phone." "that's okay," jj muttered, stroking my hair. "right, i've got the person who posted it," garcia said. "however, it is one of them cases where it's on the internet and anyone can have them - especially after a month." i nodded, understanding. when she showed me the guy who posted them i felt even more violated as i didn't even know him. "baby, can we ring emily?" jj asked. "no! no you can't!" "she'll understand, she really will." "no, she can't see them." "she doesn't have to see them, we'll just be able to arrest him and get him put away for it. we can also get talking to the people who shared it." i began to cry. i wanted my mum, so bad. i just began to nod. jj and garcia were decent cuddles but nothing beat my mum. jj held me whilst garcia rang emily.

"what've you got for me garcia?" mum asked down the phone. "emily, are you alone?" garcia asked. "this is personal." "i don't really have time for personal-..." she began. "it's about your daughter so yes you do," penelope said. i smiled at that. we heard mum mumble a quick 'excuse me' to whoever she was with. "what's happened?" her voice was panicked. "JJ and i got a little unprompted visit from your baby today," garcia began. i hugged jj and she pulled me closer to her. "is she okay?" emily asked. "emily you can't judge, she's already hurt enough by it and she just needs her mum. okay?" "garcia, what is going on?" "someone posted pictures of her online, erm, not clothed." i hid in jj, not wanting to hear her response. there was silence for a minute. "do you know who?" she asked. "i tracked down the ip address." "does she know them?" garcia looked at me and i shook my head. "she does not." "i'm coming home," she hung up then. i couldn't tell if she was mad or upset or angry or disappointed. i felt sick. i just clung to jj, hoping she'd understand.

a few hours later, mum charged into garcia's office. i was sat on one of the desks, coffee in my hand and apple in the other. i gulped seeing her. she looked at me, between garcia and jj. "i need to see them." she said, holding out her hand. "no!" i said suddenly, getting down. "no mum, please." i begged. "y/n i need to see what they did to you." "emily," jj whispered as i shook my head over and over. "we've seen them. you don't need to see." "it's nothing i haven't seen before for christ sake!" she groaned, throwing up her hands. i began to cry then, she was angry. so so angry with me. "it's not the same em and you know it." jj said, putting a supportive hand on my back. "we have the IP address and we know who posted them online. we just need your orders to send someone to the house and get him arrested." "get him arrested and sent down. and anyone else who distributed it. no one is getting away with this," she said. i looked at her between my fingers and saw her expression soften at the sight of me. she sighed before pulling me into her arms.

"we'll get them," she said. "mum i'm sorry," i cried. "sorry? why on earth are you sorry?" she asked me, genuinely surprised. "i didn't know he was taking them, i didn't know they'd be posted. i dragged you away from a case," i explained, clinging to her blazer. "sweetheart," she whispered, caressing my hair. "this isn't your fault. at all." she pushed me away slightly and put her fingers under my chin so i looked at her. "i'm not mad or disappointed at you. baby i love you and i'd never judge you." she whispered and my heart swelled with love. "i'm just really fucking mad at the people who hurt my baby." i chuckled a little and she pulled me back into my arms. "what did i tell you eh," jj said, rubbing my back. i only nodded, clinging to my mum. i'd needed this. i'd needed her.

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My sweet Baby. | part 1 | N.Romanoff

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader

Word Count: 2,997

warnings: none (until now..)

A/n: Here it is! The first part of: My sweet Baby. I don't really have a post schedule, so I will post anytime. Maybe every two days. However have fun..

(Pls keep in Mind that English is not my first language. So if you see any Mistakes please let me know)

It's the first day of your hard-earned vacation in L.A. You've wanted to go here since you were about seven, and now the time has finally come. You arrive at your...well, hotel, if you can call it a hotel. It was one of the cheapest in town, and since you were just sleeping here and out on the town the rest of the time, it wasn't too bad for you.

You put your things down and opened the only window in the room. You look out and breathe in the new fresh air that you could only dream of until today. You looked down at the people who were beginning their daily lives. What do you think it's like to live in such a big city forever? What do they work down there, so they can afford it all?

You shake off the thoughts and remember why you are actually here. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then you started your first morning of the day.

The first two days went according to your plan. You saw your sights, you bought a t-shirt with the palm tree, you went to the Santa Monica Pier and much more. You could get used to that.

It was already late, and you decided to go to a cafe to wind down. So, you googled again which of the stores serve good drinks and above all at a pleasant price. After all, you didn't have much left. You found one after a while and were surprised when you stood in front of it... "It doesn't look that bad...".

You were at first taken back about the statements of the café, but once you dared to take a look inside, the feeling quickly faded. You went inside and stood at the counter, you looked at the menu card and ordered what sounded best to you. The lady just smiled kindly and went to work. Meanwhile, you looked around and felt a little uncomfortable. You saw people with expensive clothes, expensive watches, was that a Rolex? Is that even a Rolex? All over the place.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice another person ordering a drink. And you didn't notice until the barista went back to work. You took a few steps to the side so that the other person would also have more room to wait. You looked at her and..wow. That is now the final sign that you were in the wrong place. How can someone be so pretty? She had long, red, curly hair that went a little past her shoulders. At her neck, a necklace that must have cost more than your whole vacation here. Her clothes must be handled with soft gloves...And of course again, a watch that has more parts than your cell phone. You suddenly had an urge to say it out loud,

"You have a really nice watch.."

"Oh, thank you..Do you own a Philippe too?"

Philippe?

"I'm sorry, what?" You looked at the woman, confused. Why is she asking you about a country now? "The Patek watch, sweet." You looked back down at her wrist and back up at her,

"Oh! No, no...I don't own one." God, this is embarrassing, "It's very pretty! You must have paid a fortune for it..." The older woman looked at you and leaned back a little, "Three million." Now it was your turn again, who looked at her confused, "Three million what?”

The woman just had to smile, "Three million dollars, the watch I mean."

Okay, now what's the quickest and easiest way to leave this store? THREE MILLION FOR A WATCH? Who would do this?...I- Who would spend that kind of money on a device that can only tell the time?

"Wow that's a l-"

"Ms. your late is ready." You were interrupted by the barista as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the redhead again and smiled, "That seems to be mine."

She just looked after you as you took it and asked how much you should pay now,

"That'll be 13 dollar."

HUH?

"E-Excuse me, but could you please repeat that? I think I mis-" You clearly misunderstood her, it was three, THREE dollars-.

"That's thirteen dollars." You looked at her as if you had seen a ghost, "T-Thir-"

"Put it on my bill please, here you can keep the rest." A soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, and you saw the red haired woman with the totally overpriced watch, hand the other woman a $50 bill. The barista just nodded, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Did a strange woman just give you money? Why? "W-Well, thank you..I'll give you this back-" She held a hand in front of your face to stop you, "Please, that was for the compliment earlier." She smiled and looked back as she got her drink. She looked back at you, "Shall we sit down?"

You looked deep into her eyes and thought about it. What could possibly go wrong? "Yeah sure, why not..."

Her smile widened, and she made her way to a window seat. She pushed out the chair and waited for you to sit down, "Thanks..." You smacked yourself inside, as your voice sounded totally pathetic. She's just trying to be nice, right?

"So, what's a pretty young girl like you doing in one of the most expensive cafes in the neighborhoods?" Most expensive?!"Wait, that's this one, right?" You took out your phone and showed her the picture you had googled earlier. She leaned further forward and looked at the picture, "No, that would be one street over. This one..."

She looked at you for a moment, and you didn't know why. She then took a finger and scrolled around a bit on your phone, "This is it, that's where we are right now." You looked at her before turning your phone towards you and looking at the screen. Your jaw dropped now for the fourth time today. You are in a five star coffee shop. One of the best in town. Well, that explains a lot...

"Okay, this is a little embarrassing..." You held your drink up to your face so the other woman next to you wouldn't see your red face. "You're not from around here, are you?" That the woman finds this amusing was totally audible,

"No...I'm actually from Denver. I'm just here for a few days." The redhead took a sip, "Why?"

"I'm here for a short vacation, since I've always wanted to come here. I mean..we're talking about the real Los Angeles! The city that's probably in most games or movies. I wanted to see it for real." You think your answer was enough for her, "So, what do you think so far?" You thought a little, "Well..Damn expensive..I mean, we are drinking a coffee for thirteen dollars right now! In college, it's 1,50..."

"You're still studying?" I've only known this person for five minutes and still could hear out that the question sounded surprised. "Yes..art history. It's fun, so there's nothing to complain about..."

I smiled at my self and so had to the woman, "May I ask how old you are?"

Can she? I mean, I don't know this woman... "I'm 21." The woman looked at you with a monotone facial expression, but inside she tried to hide her lust, "Still so young..wow," you had to laugh, "Yeah and still doesn't know what to do with me.."

"You don't?"

"No..I mean.. I'm barely managing to pay my college, so..."

The woman looked at you curiosity. She took out her cell phone and typed on it for a bit until she put it back. "What's your name?" The question was unexpected. You just cried your heart out, and she just wants to know your name?

"Y/n..Y/n L/n."

"Well Y/n, I think today is our lucky day..."

"Why? Are you offering me a job? I don't know if you were listening to me earlier, but I'm not from here..I live thousands of miles away..So if that's not a home office job that also pays better than my two current jobs to-”

She watched you as you let your frustration out. She makes a mental note to her to not fire her assistant after all, who screwed up bringing her the coffee and had to go herself. "Believe me ms. L/n this offer will blow you wide open." You looked at the woman and tried to get a glimpse of whether she was joking. However, you realize she is total serious. "Okay.. go ahead Ms?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

Natasha Romanoff..you knew that name from somewhere..But- "But we don't discuss that here. I appreciate my privacy and most of all yours."

What?

"Now you're scaring me a little..If you want me to walk over dead bodies for you, it's going to be difficult-" The woman chuckled, "No..I have another department for that." What- "I'm just kidding."

"I-I knew that! Um..With all due respect, but I'd like to discuss the offer here..."

So I could run..

"I wouldn't do that if I w-"

"Here or not at all..Ms Romanoff." You leaned back, proud of your statement. I mean what could that woman possibly do to you?

Meanwhile, Natasha is trying her hardest not to pull a fist one on you, and spank your ass after that answer. She leans forward again and looks you right in the face, "One more answer like that Y/n and I'll put you over my lap in front of everyone."

You just imagined this. No way- no way did she just say that to you. "Do you understand?"

"W-What?"

No. You didn't imagine it. Did she- "Y/n?"

Perhaps Natasha did act too quickly when she saw your notification on your phone from the app called: Sugar Mommy Fee. However, your concerns evaporated when, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"I understand, sorry..." Natasha nearly moaned. You even have manners, that's a lottery win she wouldn't even need. "So as you wish, I-" you shifted in your chair, "N-No..um..I'll get back to you on that offer from earlier..not here." Natasha just smirked, "All right then, follow me."

The two of you left the cafe and walked towards a black Bentley. In front of it, someone in a black suit waited and opened the back door for Natasha. She stepped aside and let you go in first. You thanked her and sat down in the back.

Your mother would throw her beloved cup against your head if she knew you got into someone else's car. But what could happen? Natasha obviously has something big to lose if she decides to kill you.

"May I ask what you do for a living?" Natasha looked over at you from her Ipad,

"My company is a global leader in communication technologies, eco-production and next generation agriculture solutions."

Her company??

You couldn't keep up with the first word. The woman sitting next to you is a literal doer. That explains the car, the clothes, hell that watch..So why does she want anything to do with you? The one who has a hole in her sock and paints her toe black, so you can't see it. You also take your cell phone out of your pocket and wanted to write your friend whats happening. And maybe send your location. You were about to unlock your phone when you saw the disaster.

You saw a few messages from Instagram, a message from your family group and...a notification from Sugar Mommy fee. That's it. You're screwed. Natasha must have seen it when she wanted to show the real cafe. That's why she was staring at you! Fuck..Is it fuck? I mean.. The app was just a joke between you and a friend, but look where it got you. You're probably sitting in a sugar mommy car right now. Oh god...Nata-

"What's on your mind?"

"N-Nothing!!!" Rule number one, you probably already understood: Don’t tell Lies.

"You're lucky we haven't cleared up the contract yet Ms. L/n."

She looked back at her Ipad and continued reading the article she had open. You put your phone back in your pocket and looked out the window. You are on the complete other side of the city, everywhere you saw only big buildings, and then you stopped at one yourself. Natasha got out and you were overwhelmed because you didn't know what to do until Natasha opened your door. You took a deep breath and got out.

You entered the building and people were everywhere greeting the red-haired woman. You entered an elevator and the man from earlier stayed outside, "Is he here for your safety?" The woman looked down at you, she could literally feel your fear, "Steve?" She chuckled, "No, I'm good at taking care of myself, but my marketing department insisted. Good looks for the public, the normal stuff. "Oh..” The normal stuff, what have I gotten myself into?

Before you could worry anymore, the door opened and Natasha was waiting for you to get off the elevator. "Just follow the red carpet."

"Red seems to be your favorite color, doesn't it?"

Natasha just grinned and put her hand on your back to guide you. Don’t Blush Y/n! The two of you walk a bit until you arrived in front of a large wooden door, which of course was opened again by two staff members. In the room, which is twice the size of your hotel room, has a stunning view over the whole city. You could barely see the people below you. "Have a seat."

Natasha pointed where, and while you sat down, she went to a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. She came back and sat down as well and unwrapped the envelope to put it in front of you.

"What is this?"

"A confidentiality agreement. It says you can't talk to anyone about anything that concerns us. I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." You looked at the piece of paper and back at her, "Are you putting this in front of everyone you want to start to Date? And as I mentioned..I can't stay here, Ms. Romanoff. I'm going to college for a few more months, I-I'm going to work, and it's all miles away..." Natasha leaned back in her chair,

"First of all. I don't date. Second, we can work out that distance thing, there's more than one way. Besides, it's only an hour flight. I can handle that."

Now the alarm bells were ringing. "You? You can handle that? What about me?"

"Y/n..." She leaned forward again and bowed her hands in front of her, "do you even know what a sugar mommy contract is?" Why does she never mince words and always blurts everything out right away?!

"Answer me, Y/n." You shifted,

"N-Well..Two people enter into a relationship while Person A gives money to person B and Person B gives Person A..Love..." Natasha sighed and took a breath,

"Okay..I want you to listen to me carefully now. In such a..relationship as you call it, it is strictly speaking a soft form of prostitution. In exchange for expensive gifts or other forms of payment, the Sugar Baby," She points to you, "provides her companionship and usually sexual favors. I'm looking for just that. A person who will keep me company at various things and in the nights-"

"I'll be your Toy? Is that it?" She didn't like your tone at all.

"Yes. Just that and nothing more." She looked you straight in the eye to check on your feelings. "Steve is downstairs to drive you to your hotel right now if you want to decline. But..I can give you everything, Y/n. And when I mean anything, I don't just mean financial."

What are you supposed to do? Leave? Stay? BOTH? You don't know..Natasha's offer sounds..tempting, but would you be willing to put your body on the line for it?

"Can..Can I think about it?"

Natasha felt a tiny bit of success. She pretty much has you in the palm of her hands.

"Of course. When's your flight back?"

If I tell her, will she refuse?

"In two days..." You could see a little movement. "Well that's short notice, but we'll work it out, don't worry about it."

She always makes it sound so easy..

"Okay and..are we sleeping with each other now o-or?" Natasha slid her chair a little to the side and opened a drawer by her desk. She took out another sheet of paper and a pen and put the two things in front of you, "Write your email on there please. I will send you all the details." You did as she said and wrote it on the paper. "You can keep the pen." You look at her and see her just smiling, "See as with souvenirs."

"I-I don't have a laptop..And the mail program on the phone is-" Natasha pressed a button at her desk. "Don't worry about it, it's already taken care of." A few seconds later, another woman opened the door and brought you a wrapped box. I rolled my eyes as the paper it was wrapped in was red, of course.

"I'll mail everything to you tonight, and after that, you can still refuse, anytime, okay? But think about it.“ You both got up from your chairs, "Okay..thank you.."

She walked you to her door, "Steve will drive you to your hotel. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me okay? I need you to be as comfortable as I am, understood?"

"Got it, thanks..." The older woman looked at you and smiled. She did then walk you to the elevator by herself, and you went inside. You both looked at each other and the elevator doors closed.

"Y/n."

"Natasha.."

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 14 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You tell Bradley the truth about the photos he finds on his phone, and it leaves both of you feeling more possessive than you ought to.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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The week of spring break was like a dream. By Friday evening, you had watched so many movies together, you lost count. Movie watching usually turned into kissing, which then led to making out. Bradley was the best snuggler you had ever known, and you really felt like you didn't even want to go back to class.

"Only six more weeks until we graduate," Bradley whispered when you brought it up. "I'm getting nervous."

You spun around in his arms until you were facing him in his bed. "About what?" The glow of his desk lamp brought out a honey color in his brown eyes, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Getting my acceptance letter."

"You told me you needed to have your final grades submitted," you said, still smiling. "That won't be until the week before graduation."

Bradley shrugged. "It's just a formality. If you show high enough grades through the first semester of your senior year, they usually accept you before then."

You watched as his eyes darted nervously around your face. "Oh. But your grades are great, right?"

"Yeah. It's not that...." He was pulling you tighter against him as he added, "I'm nervous he's going to block it again."

"Oh." You didn't know what to say. The navy was his dream. If someone tried to take it away from him twice, you didn't know what he was going to do. "He wouldn't do that. I hope."

Bradley's laugh was dark as you wrapped your arms around him. "At least I have you, Sugar."

You didn't dare move, knowing he needed this comfort right now. Just when you thought maybe he had fallen asleep, you felt his lips moving against your neck. "We have one more condom left."

You laughed. "How are we going to entertain ourselves after that?"

But you were falling in love with him, especially after this week. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when it started, but it was probably in the Beta house kitchen. The very first time you ever called him Beer Boy.

"I hope you're joking, Sugar. First of all, sleeping with you is not the only thing that I want to do with you. Because second of all, I have 18 hours of Grateful Dead concert footage that we can watch together. Correction...that we will watch together."

You pretended to groan and hide your face from him. Honestly, you'd watch as many hours of whatever he wanted with him. "I have an idea for the last condom though," you whispered.

"Tell me."

"Your door."

Bradley pulled you on top of him and started to undress you. "Love that idea. You're so fucking smart."

"Make me dumb."

So he did. He got you naked on his bed, and put his mouth everywhere. You were barely coherent when he started licking your pussy and murmuring about you being the dumbest girl he ever met. You wanted to take offense, but you were flushed and whining, so turned on knowing he made you this way. You wouldn't have been able to dispute it if you tried.

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get a closer look at my door."

Bradley scooped you up and absolutely hauled you to his bedroom door. He set your feet on the hallway floor and then closed it, before pushing you back against the wood.

"Still just your name," he grunted, wedging you in place with his hip, while he rolled on that last condom. "I know you told me to paint over it, Sugar, but I was never going to. Not even if you told me you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Bradley," you whined as he pressed the front of his body against yours, breathing in the same air as you. His hot breath huffed against your cheek as he hoisted your leg over his hip.

You glanced up and over your shoulder to see your own phone number there next to the little collection of hearts he had drawn. You knew he hadn't painted it. You had been admiring it again ever since he became your boyfriend. But you never got tired of hearing him tell you that.

"You never wanted me to paint over it, did you?" he asked, pressing himself to your opening. "Tell me the truth."

"Bradley!" He was teasing you now, and you just wanted him inside.

"Tell me, Sugar."

You reached for his shoulders, trying to force him to move, but he grabbed you by your arms and pinned you in place, your foot barely touching the floor.

"I didn't want you to paint it! Of course I didn't want you to! Now will you please fuck me?"

"That's all you had to say, smart girl."

Your butt bumped back against the door as he slid inside you, his hips meeting yours in such a familiar way. He was sucking so hard on your neck, it stung; he was marking you up like he had in the library. He was going to make you cum for him just like he always did.

You threaded your fingers clumsily through his hair, and he let you tip his head back so he was looking at you.

"I love this," he murmured, and you immediately guided his lips to yours and kept them there until you both came.

Spring Break had been the best week of your life.

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The following week, it was back to class and back to the study room. Bradley held you on his lap, trying his best not to be too much of a distraction for you. But he couldn't help it. The weather was starting to feel like springtime, and he wanted to be outside with you.

"Do you really need to study? Does it even matter now?"

With a laugh on your lips, you turned in his lap to face him. "Yes, and you do too, Beer Boy. We can have fun at the parties this weekend."

But he just pouted at you and ran his hand over your jeans. "There are no parties this weekend."

"Why not?" you asked softly, running your fingers along his lips until he smiled.

Bradley slowly, coaxingly guided you until you were straddling his lap. He nipped at the faded love bite on your neck, as he said, "The following weekend is Tyson's birthday rager. Can't blow our beer budget."

You giggled as he held you close. "Beer budget? For the shitty kegs or the good beer?"

"Shitty kegs. Since you're my girlfriend, Sugar, party rules do not apply to you. Nothing in the kitchen is off limits. Didn't I tell you that?"

Your smile was so bright as you leaned in to kiss him, Bradley could feel his own face light up.

"You gave me the good beers the night we met. And you never told me anything in the kitchen was ever off limits to me."

Bradley kissed your lips and guided your hips closer to his. "I didn't? I guess I must have known right away."

"Known what?" you gasped as he let his hand slide up your top.

"That I would figure out a way to make you mine."

You sighed against his lips, and it was the best feeling in the world. "You're smooth, Beer Boy."

Then the alarm went off on your phone, and you jolted right off of his lap. Bradley was left grasping at air with a semi hard cock.

"Sugar, come back."

"I have lab now. I had to start setting alarms, because you've been making me late for class."

Bradley eased himself to his feet and adjusted himself. "I'll walk you to your lab."

He took pride in the fact that he was allowed to drape his arm across your shoulders and stroll across campus with you. He didn't get as many looks these days. He didn't get as many girls coming up to him asking where he's been or if he would be partying all weekend. And he took pride in that too. He was proud to be around you, but he was mostly proud of himself.

"You staying over tonight?" he asked as you kissed his cheek in the hallway outside of your class.

"Walk over to my apartment and get me later, Beer Boy."

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Bradley was walking home and looking for a picture of him with his mom on his phone when he found them. There was a set of photos that you had apparently taken of the two of you making out in the kitchen during spring break. He stopped in his tracks, with several other students hustling around him and making a fuss about him blocking the walkway.

"Holy shit," he whispered with a smile on his face. You had taken one where he was untying your bathing suit and rubbing your tits with his thumb while he kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most pornographic thing he had ever seen, but it was you and him together. Bradley could definitely spend some time getting off to these. Starting as soon as he got back to the house.

He was trying to figure out why you had taken these pictures in the kitchen, but he really hoped you were trying to leave a little treat for him to find.

And later that night, when you called and asked him to come get you at your place, he had the dirtiest of the photos pulled up on his phone screen as soon as you opened your door.

"What did I do to deserve these?" he asked with a grin. Then he watched your smile fade into a look of panic.

"Shit," you gasped, trying to reach for his phone, but he kept it out of your grasp.

"If you were thinking about deleting them, don't you dare, Sugar! I just jerked off to one of them. I'm keeping them forever."

Your eyes went wide as you pulled him inside your apartment. "You really did?"

"Of course. I guess you didn't take them as a treat for me? Why do you look so upset?"

You pressed your lips together and looked up at him. "I really meant to delete them. And I'm sorry if I overstepped, but she's horrible and she had it coming!"

Bradley was thoroughly confused now. "Who?"

"Phoebe!" you groaned, tossing your hands in the air before letting them fall to your sides. "When you were making us the s'mores, in your kitchen? She texted you a dirty photo of herself."

His eyes went wide as he felt sick to his stomach. "Sugar, I haven't talked to her. I swear! I haven't seen her. I deleted her number."

He was reaching for you now, but you were already in his arms.

"I know, Bradley. I believe you. And I believed you when you were making the s'mores." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours as you said, "But then I took the pictures of me and you out of spite. Because I wanted to make her feel bad. I wanted to throw it in her face that I'm with you and she's not. I'm sorry." Your voice broke on the last word, and you sounded like you were about to cry as you added, "I would never want to make you feel cheap."

Your words felt like they were melting over his skin. No one had ever been concerned about hurting his feelings before. You always made him feel good, and right now was no exception. You just made him feel like he was worth holding on to, like he was worth defending.

"I'm yours, Sugar. I'm not hers."

"You're not mad?" You looked so surprised, and your grip around his neck and shoulders was still relentless.

He couldn't help but smirk at you. "I'm not mad. You feeling a little possessive, maybe?"

Bradley watched your lips part slightly as you ran your fingertips along his scars. "Yeah, a little bit."

He nodded solemnly. "You should be. Ask me how many other girls get the good beers from me."

"How many?" you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you kissed his lips.

"None. Ask me how many girls have borrowed my clothes."

"How many, Beer Boy?"

"Just you." Bradley held you close and let you touch him everywhere.

"Not Phoebe?"

"Hell, no. Just you. All the sleepovers and spring break week? Just you, Sugar."

He felt your tongue dart out to taste his neck and moaned softly. Then you said, "That's good, because I'm actually feeling very possessive."

Bradley was a mess as you took him by the hand, and led him across campus to his fraternity house, your fingers laced through his. He felt possessive of you, too. He should have known, just based on that feeling, that Jeff would be hanging around the house tonight.

"Try not to be alone with him," Bradley told you, leading you past everyone in the living room until you reached the kitchen. "We can hang out with Tyson and Janessa, or we can chill in my room. Just don't let Jeff get to you."

You rolled your eyes. "No sweat, Beer Boy. What's he going to say to me that I can't handle?"

"Nothing, because you're exceptional," he said, rooting around in the refrigerator. "Here, Sugar, have a good beer."

So when the two of you had drank a few beers, and the rest of the Beta guys were starting to get a little rowdy even though this wasn't a formal party, Bradley pulled you close to him. But you took that as your cue to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

"Hi, Beer Boy," you muttered between kisses, your lips meeting his again. Bradley let you push your hands up into his hair and rub yourself slowly against him. But everything else with you was too sacred, so he was just about to suggest you head upstairs when he heard Jeff's voice through his love haze.

"Good luck not getting syphilis from Bradshaw." He was just loud enough for you and Bradley to be able to hear him, but he could still totally try to play off that he was innocent and chill all night.

Bradley felt his fist clench at your waist, but you just rolled your eyes and casually shouted over your shoulder, "Good luck finding a girl you can satisfy with what is likely a very small penis. You have small dick energy, Jeff."

Janessa snorted and choked on her drink. Tyson was glancing back and forth, looking like he was ready to step in if needed, but Jeff just narrowed his eyes and called you a bitch.

"Takes one to know one, Jeff. Have fun graduating behind me." Then you turned your attention back to Bradley and said, "Let's go upstairs and snuggle."

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The party preparations took all week. Tyson's twenty second birthday party was going to be an absolute rager. Since Jeff had been keeping a low profile the past few days, Bradley volunteered to pick up the kegs with Dev. As he hauled the kegs to the back of Dev's car, Bradley thought about the upcoming party. He knew Phoebe wouldn't miss it, but he was only looking forward to being with you.

And with only one more month until graduation, he wanted to make the most of his time. Bradley knew you were planning on visiting the University of Chicago for a few days at the end of April; you needed to meet your new advisor and find somewhere to live. It was killing him to know that you'd be halfway across the country if he was accepted into flight training. It was even scarier to think about having to look for another job if he wasn't.

"One more keg, before we run out of money," Dev informed it, and Bradley carried the last one out to the car.

"Too bad we can't buy anything shittier than this," he said, patting the keg with his hand.

Dev laughed. "Right? It's not like we have to drink it."

"This party's gonna be huge though."

"So many fucking chicks," Dev remarked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Bradley just grunted in response and checked his phone to see if you texted him.

"I can't believe you, of all people have a girlfriend, Bradshaw. And senior year, no less."

"She's different, man. She's better." Bradley also wanted to add that he was different now too, but he thought that Dev didn't really need to know about that.

"Yeah, well, nobody blames you, because she's also hot. And I fully support it, because it pisses Jeff off."

Bradley just shook his head and laughed. "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't an added perk."

Once the kegs were on ice and the party was about to start, Bradley checked his mail for the nonexistent letter from the US Navy and quickly cleaned up his room. He was planning on sleeping in with you tomorrow and watching some of his Grateful Dead concert DVD with you wrapped up in his arms. He was planning on never letting you change out of his shirt, because you looked so perfect in it.

And that's how you showed up to Tyson's party with Janessa, wearing his tie dyed shirt with the bottom knotted, showing off some of your soft skin. Bradley was convinced that between your short shorts and the cropped shirt, you probably weren't wearing any underwear. A smile played on his lips as you tucked yourself against his side and hugged him around the waist.

"You ready for this party, Beer Boy?"

"I'm ready to spend the night with you."

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These two are falling. Thanks a million times to @mak-32 for being amazing and helping so much with this story.

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mikalame · 7 months

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Halloween with Tokio Hotel

Check out @riaisnotok as i got a lot of inspo from them!!

Bill

he goes all out with big fancy decorations as Halloween is his favourite holiday, he drags everyone else into it as well

wakes everyone up super early to start with costumes and on the day of Halloween he gets everyone super hyped up before trick or treating even with Georgs grumbles of 'being to old for this shit'.

Make sure to milk all the people that give candy out for a lot of candy so he can get the most he will brag about it on the way to the next house to do the same thing

doesn't really dress up as gory characters more so fictional characters he sees in shows or reads about but he will make up sure the decorations around the house are gory and scary as shit.

love doing face paint and putting latex and fake blood on everyone thinks it is really cool to see it like drip down and how you can make some one look like they just got beaten up

Tom

Most gory shit ever its his whole thing could be the most plain character ever and he will be like "yeah i wanna be -------- but make me look dead 😁"

Scares little kids with Georg like around the time where 8-9 year old are walking around cause its not super dark but the sun is setting and they hide in bushes jumping out.

threw up in the middle of the night cause he scoffed down his lollies and got sick even though he was told not to eat them quickly but he didn't listen. this also happens every Halloween.

Gets scared by the fake skeleton bill puts up and will screech every time he sees it even in the middle of the night when he gets up to go puke.

Georg

Moves the fake skeleton around the house and even moves it so its hovering over top of toms bed so it looks like it was watching him sleep then laughs his ass off when he hears tom scream.

tom dared him to mix all his lollies together with a fizzy drink then when the drink tasted like pure sugar and no other flavour he punched tom for 'wasting his candy' then steals like 5 from everyone else.

like to get the Halloween drinks they do at cafes and will never admit it though. Gustav found out and now uses it as blackmail when ever he wants something from him.

Dresses up in THE most boring costumes ever think like batman or harry potter you know and they're also from the dollar store where they are really cheap shitty quality. gets hounded at by Bill for it.

Gustav

Makes all the best Halloween snacks like little ghosts and skeletons or zombies and they're all gone by like the 2 day of October because bill made sure this was a month long holiday

helps Georg with scaring tom and puts fake cobwebs in random places so he can walk into them but walked into them instead and screamed cause he thought it was real them got super embarrassed

didn't really do Halloween before moving in with the band but then because of bill he got into it but doesn't really dress up to much kinda basic as well but well thought out.

May tease Georg about his little pumpkin spice lattes but he in fact does drink them as well but comes up with an excuse about why he is going out (they don't really believe him most of the time)

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pri-haaa · 3 months

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I Wish You Were A Girl.

→ Rody x Vincent (Rodincent)

→ Angst

→ Taking place after the dinner party

Description: Longing and desire swirled in his heart, his desperation to hold her overpowering his better judgement. All Rody wants is Manon to look his way again. To love him again. Her beauty was incomparable to anything he's ever known.

Yet, why did he find himself holding that same beauty cupped in his hands? Why did he find himself gazing into Vincent more intensely than he did Manon? Why did he have to be a man?

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"You don't have to serve the other guests anymore. Come on." Vincent sighed as he propped himself back up from leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. Rody nodded, a sheepish smile forming on his face. He inwardly cursed himself for getting caught snooping around in Vincent's room.

At least he had gotten the freezer key. As Vincent walked back out into the living room, Rody slipped it into his pocket.

He followed behind Vincent, unsure of what to do or even say. He had a hard time figuring out how to act in Vincent's domineering presence. It was unnerving, but a little fun to piece together the puzzle that was his personality. Rody found himself sitting on the odd couch Vincent owned, quiet and still.

"...You did well tonight." Vincent's voice reached his ears. It was strangely quiet, as if he was struggling to string his words together. "Oh, yeah, it's no problem. Happy to help, I guess...?"

Rody cringed at himself. He was so obviously nervous, it was almost laughable. Vincent turned to him, his piercing, tired eyes boring into Rody, causing him to avert his gaze quickly. "You seem nervous. Do I make you uncomfortable?" Vincent asked.

"What? Oh, no! No, it isn't that..." Rody quickly reassured him. He couldn't offer a further explanation as he himself didn't know why he was so nervous. Why did Vincent's gaze make him squirm?

"I thought compliments were supposed to put you at ease..." Vincent groaned under his breath. "I thought...we were getting close."

Rody blinked once or twice. He wasn't sure if he heard correctly. Vincent sighed tiredly, trying to find his voice. "I know I...called you here to serve other guests, but...it was nice to have you here." he managed to choke out, immediately pursing his lips back into the thin, straight line they were usually in. Rody hummed.

"Yeah, I guess it was kind of fun." Rody mused, smiling a little naturally. Vincent's eyes slightly widened at the sight of that easy smile. That stupid easy smile that made him lose composure.

"...I think I'm lying." Vincent suddenly said. He was regretting it, begging himself to shut up. But he way too impulsive to listen to himself, way too deep into this shit to stop now. "I...I just wanted you here. I didn't care what you did. I just wanted you to be here."

Rody sat quietly, not daring to breathe. His stomach was doing twists and turns. "You confuse me! I don't know what to think." Vincent continued, slowly loosing control of his feelings. His feelings that he had so painstakingly tried to hide. But now they were spilling out, like a stream of sugar flowing aimlessly from his lips.

"Whenever you pass by the kitchen, my heart skips a beat! Whenever you smile at a customer, I can't help but think what it would be like to be them! Whenever you call my name, I feel like I'm floating! I-I can't understand this weird fucking feeling. You make everything malfunction, all I want to do is hold you, god dammit!"

Vincent stepped closer and closer to Rody with every breath he took in between his careless speech. His hands gripped Rody's shoulders, pushing him back so he was laying on the couch. His eyes were wide, confused, scared. His face was flushed. Rody simply stared.

"The only passion I have is for cooking. And you just...barged right into my life and took your place in my heart." Vincent panted, growing more erratic. Rody felt blood rush to his cheeks, his face heated up, and before he knew it, he was blushing like mad. It's been so long since he's heard such passionate words of love.

It's been so long since he's been pinned down, since he's been confessed to, since he's been wrapped up in the warm blanket that was a love confession. He didn't realize how much he had craved it, how much he had missed it. His eyes softened as he stared up at Vincent. He could see the regret seeping into the taller male's veins, his pale skin dusted with bright hues of red blush.

"What...even warranted this..?" he muttered. He slowly began to climb off of Rody. Rody's heart sunk. He didn't want to let this warm feeling escape. He used to think Vincent was cold to the touch...but he was so warm. So warm...and he wanted to keep it. He quickly pulled Vincent back onto him, his hands shooting out and cup his face.

Someone loved him. Someone fucking loved him.

Without thinking, Vincent lowered his face, his lips connecting with Rody's. They were soft, smooth, and clearly experienced in the art of kissing. They moved perfectly in sync with Rody's lips. Rody's eyes fluttered shut and he began to kiss back. He could feel the warmth and desperation of Vincent's love enveloping him, causing him to involuntarily lean closer. It's been too damn long since he's experienced such passion. The last time he felt so at peace, hell, the last time he ever kissed someone was when--

Manon.

Rody's eyes snapped open upon the sudden image flashing across his brain. First, it was one image. Then, his mind was plagued with images of Manon, Rody's beloved. The girl who had left him, the girl who he never stopped chasing.

Vincent's lips worked so passionately, Rody found himself almost succumbing back into the warmth. But...what was he doing kissing a man? What the hell was he even doing?

Rody pulled away, panting softly. "N-No..! No, you...can't." he stammered, unable to stop his lips from quivering. Vincent looked confused and a little mortified. "I'm...sorry. I thought you were enjoying it..." he murmured, his hands starting to tremble.

Rody sat up, slowly pushing Vincent off of him. "Vincent, you can't...ugh, how do I say this? We can't happen." Rody tried to explain. Vincent looked confused. "I'm...doing this for Manon. Everything I've ever done was for her. I can't just do this after working so hard. No, I can't do this. Not with you." Rody sighed, his eyebrows furrowing.

"With me?" Vincent's voice was quiet and hurt. Rody rubbed his temples and looked Vincent in the eyes. "I-I don't know, Vince, I just...I wish you were a girl." he muttered before standing up.

He walked out of Vincent's apartment and made his way back home, leaving Vincent alone. Leaving him alone to regret everything he did and to hate the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

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thequietkid-moonie · 10 months

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Hey could you do a Yandere Mikan, Yashiro, Yumeko, Marin, and Satou waking up in their darlings basement tied up to a chair with their darling in front of them

And when their darling sees that they’re awake they start explaining about how much they love them and how long they’ve been planning for this and how they’ve made it

Impossible for them to escape from their basement and how they’re theirs forever please

Their darling is actually a yandere for them and kidnap them

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Mikan, Yashiro, Yumeko, Marin, Satou ]

[ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ] [ Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ] [ Kakegurui ] [ My Dress-Up Darling ] [ Happy Sugar Life ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

AHAHAHAHA I LOOOOOVE YOUR REQUEST!! THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!! 🖤🖤 I really REALLY hope you like it as much as I did!!

The prompt vary a little for every girl since I don't know exactly what kind of yandere would you be so i tried to cover basic things of yanderes, as well of the reason of what could trigger you to kidnap her because i didn't want to use the excuse of just being possessive or wanting her

Mikan Tsumiki

For Mikan her darling is everything, it doesn't matter if you are kind or even rude to her she is completely fine with it as long as you aknowledge her existance, even if you are rude or mean to her she brush it off as being your way to show your love for her

She will never even dare to think bad about you or question your feelings, the moment you show that you are willing to spend time with her Mikan is complety ecstatic by it, she quickly becomes clingy and even possessive over you, but she tends to apologize for the way she acts. Mikan was already ecstatic by the fact that you seem to don't mind her presence but actually wanting to be with her put Mikan on the verge of tears, she just can believe that the person she loves the most love her in return

Mikan will never doubt or question your love for her, she thinks that you are perfect the way you are and, even when she can't stand up for herself she won't let anyone talk bad about her beloved, if someone dares to say that you are really weird or your way to love is unhealthy she is quickly to shut up the person, swearing that there is nothing wrong about you and she will love you until the end of her days

What if you want to monopolize her or even become possessive over her? It doesn't matter, she is completely yours anyways, beside she won't like to leave your side neither, what if you don't like when she interact with others? Mikan rather spend all her time with you than with anyone else, if it depend on her she will never talk to anyone aside from you again, what if you are rude or even mean to her? Is alright because she knows you do it with love, you never meant to hurt her

Mikan is complety obvious with how much she loves you and that she is willing to do anything for you, you just have to ask, specially since you seem to like her back (or even had express it) so the posibility of she doesn't loving you or jealousy won't be enough to trigger you to try to kidnap her, but something that could do trigger you is the bullying, Mikan tries to spend all her time with you (because when she isn't with you she feels desperate, almost like in a anxiety attack) but that doesn't stop the bullies to mess with her the little moments you two aren't together or others trying to take advantage of her

Planning on a kidnapping could be pretty difficult for how clingy Mikan is, she doesn't like leaving you even if you ask her kindly enough she won't be able to stay away for too long and will start following you, but if you manage to make your plan it won't be able too difficult to do it, Mikan trust you blindly and will follow you until the end of the world if you ask her, doesn't matter which method you use (drugging her, knock her out or even sneaking when she is sleep) she will easily fall on it because is you

The moment Mikan wakes up tied up she immediatly panics, mainly because she doesn't know what is happening or where you are, seeing you imediatly calms her down but still wonder what is happening, the moment you start telling her how much you love her make her heart race, and when you tell her that you are doing all of this out of love because you can just tolerate how others treat her Mikan can't take it anymore and start crying, she is overwhelmed by the happiness for knowing that you are willing to do so much just for her but embarrassement for bringing you so much troubles

If you try to comfort her or ask her why is crying she will try to explain herself, and the moment you finally free her she is imediatly grapping her arms around you, clinging onto you like if her life depend on it and crying harder (she will apologize later for it), when she finally is able to calm down Mikan start thanking you over and over again before shyly asking you what is your plan for the future, again Mikan is completly willing to do whatever you want, if you want for her to become your housewife and live with you for the rest of her life she will do it happily

Nene Yashiro

For Yashiro her darling is someone completely attractive and perfect, she has been daydreaming about dating someone, about meeting a beautiful gentleman or even a knight in shining armor and for Yashiro her darling is that person she has been wating for so long, the person of her dreams

Yashiro thinks so high of her darling that she can't just approach to them, she just get so shy and clumsy in their presence, not even being able to look directly at you, that is why she prefers to admire you from afar and daydream about you until she manage to build up the courage to talk to you, but if you are the one who approach to her or shows even a little interest on her, just by aknowledge her existance make her a flustered mess and give her a rush of confidence, making her more confidence on her chances with you

It has to be a slowly process for you two to get close, let alone in a relationship, since Yashiro constantly feels like she will combust for the overwhelming feelings and yet she is completely ecstatic to be with you, you showing love to her make her fall harder for you and give her more confidence little by little

Your relasionship can be seen as just the embarrasing first youth love but as the time pass from both it start to be a little more obvious the yandere tendencies and yet in Yashiro's eyes you continue being perfect and flawless, is that maybe that you want to spend all your time with her and monopolize her? is out of love, obviously! she is grateful that you love her that much! are you possessive over her or don't like when she interact with others? you just don't want to lose her over someone else, how romantic! is that you can be rude or agressive towards her? is just part of your atractive! you are just the bad guy type!

Yashiro is down bad for you, you are just so perfect and handsome in her eyes that she can't help but be shy and blushy around you, she isn't the best to show how much she loves you when you are around because she is shy and could be embarrassing for her, but when you aren't around she never stop thinking about you and never shut up to her friends about how amazing you are, jealousy could be something that end up triggering you but the bound she has with Hanako it could be even more irritating, why did she has a bound that unites your beloved with some pervert ghost?

Planning the kidnapping wouldn't be too difficult because Yashiro is willing to give you time to yourself if you ask, and even if she ends following you and found out part of your plan she will come up with a excuse of why you are planing to do something so horrifing and suspicious, as well it won't be really difficult for you to make Yashiro fall in your trap, just lull her with sweet words of love and she is completely blinded

When she wakes up tied up she instantly panic but seeing you instantly calm her down, when you start with your speech of how you have done all of this because you love her and you want her all for yourself Yashiro quickly becomes and flustered mess, looking at the floor because she can't handle the overwhelming feelings of love, Yashiro tries her best to express how much she love you too and how flattered she is by your gesture

However Yashiro doesn't want to be trapped here, not that she doesn't like being in your house is just that Yashiro wants to continue living her life, she wants to be able to share a high school romance with all kind of cheesy dates with you, a romance that spreads to the end of your days (she is saying all of this to you with a hopeful and loving voice and yet shyly) but to be able to do all of this she need to be able to go out, so she asks you shyly to please free her so you two can continue with the romance of her dreams and leave a dream life with you

Yumeko Jabami

It isn't too dificult to catch Yumeko attention however her darling is someone way too special for her, since the first moment she saw them she knew there was something special on them, she immediatly approach to you and, as the time pass, her love and obsession just grows more and more

The Hyakkau Private Academy is replete of extravagant and excentric people, and, adding that Yumeko loves is unconditional towards you, she doesn't see anything bad on you, you could be the craziest or even the most calm person on earth and she still will love you nonetheless. Yumeko is clingy and a little possessiveness, somehow she always know where you are, however since you doesn't seem bothered at all by her insistance on being with you then Yumeko has no reason get apart from you

No one has the oportunity to say something bad about your relationship since it seem unhealthy from both parts, it almost seem normal for how willing both are with each other, even if they try to say something Yumeko is quickly to say otherwise, you two are completly fine and in love! She normally take it pretty good but can get really mad if someone insist on criticize your relasionship

The toxic yandere tendencies are pretty evident, both can grow pretty possessive of each other (however when it comes to gambling she is completely fine with you playing against anyone you want, as long she is there to see it and don't put on a big risk your relationship, it would be exciting but she doesn't want to lose you over someone else), she is already extremely clingy and monopolizing with you and with your willingness towards her behavior makes almost imposible for you two to be away from each other or for someone to approach without both being in agreement

Is obvious how much Yumeko love you and how she always want to be with you, she is constantly dragging you with her everywhere and even when she shows being excited by someone else she always make clear that you are her one and only, jealousy can trigger you sometimes but not enough to make you try and kidnap her, what could trigger you is how much risks she is taking all the time

Planning on kidnapping her could be pretty difficult since Yumeko is always with you and, also, she is incredibly smart and she may guess that you are planning something behind her back but she let you continue with you plan out of curiosity. Is more likely that you can't completely put your plan into action because she find out what are you planing to do, and yet she just turn things a little, proposing to instead of trying to kidnap her you two can have a game and she won't take a no as a response, if you win she goes with you but if not she will be free

If you win she will go with you as she promise and will accept do whatever you ask for a while, not without teasing you a little, she even stay calm for a little while about the games and risks. When you explain that all you want is to keep her safe with you, declaring your undying love for her it something that flattered her and Yumeko can't help but laugh in amusment with a blush, calling you cutie and even romantic, reciprocating by saying how much she loves you too and how she adores that you are willing to take such risk just for her in the name of love!

Although Yumeko isn't willing to leave the gambling and stop taking risks, doing it makes her really happy, as happy as having you, and she will drag you with her into that world even if you don't want to, however she makes clear that no matter what happen she will always choose you, even if that lead the two of you to the end of the world or to hell itself she will be more than happy to face it as long as you two are together and had fun in the process

Marin Kitagawa

Marin is head over heels for her darling, it was a slowly process for her to fall in love but once it happens it is hard, in her eyes you are completely perfect and everything you do is perfect, Marin is completely lovesick for you and even think that there is no one better than you, you two are meant to be together

Love make Marin blind and she can't just see bad on her darling, for Marin her darling is just so cute! so amazing! so perfect! And just like that Marin can't stay away from her darling, she just love you so much that she wants to spend all the time she can with you, Marin is a completly clingy yandere, she always have her hands on you and is draging you everywhere she goes or just follows you with a smile, and when, for whatever reason she isn't with you she is constantly texting you or even calling you by the phone

Marin isn't easy to get mad but is quickly to stand up and defend what she loves when someone dares to say something bad about it, that includes you, if someone dares to say something bad about you or your relationship (or point out how extreme or unhealthy is) Marin is imediatly mad and quickly shut up the person, it doesn't matter who is, not a stranger or one of her friends

What if you want to monopolize her? you two just LOVE spending time together, you don't like that she talks to others? well, you are just being insecure and silly, worring that someone will try to steal her from you but she asures you that that will never happen, you look up at her in a extreme way? is just admiration! the same admiration she feels for you!

Marin is always so obvious with how much she loves you and she is sure that you love her just as much she does (even if you don't express it or it wasn't true in her mind that is how it is), Marin is pretty naive but when it comes to you she is even more blinded and just follows you lead as long as you ask kindly enough so the posibility of doubting her love is almost null, but what could trigger you can be jealous and/or desesperation, Marin is incredibly attractive and atract a lot attention to herself and not just that but she is a cosplayer and a model, there are always eyes on her, you like it or not

It isn't difficult to have time to yourself if you ask her, Marin is willing to leave you for a while as long as you answer her text and calls (she just can't not talk to you for too much time, she loves you too much) so planning the kidnapping wouldn't be difficult neither carry it out, Marin is naive and blinded by her love, just ask her with a smile and sweet words and she easily fall into your trap

When Marin wake up tied up she is confused, she was with you a moment ago! She is even calling your name, not really afraid (unless you sneaked behind her back). The moment you appear she asks you with a smile what is all of this about, when you start telling her that you love her so much and just wanted all herself just for you she is flustered and flattered, asking you to stop with a shamesly smile and a inmense blushing but still wanting to hear your sweet words

But when you mention that you kidnapted her and she can't escape is when she is troubled, Marin doesn't want this and is quickly to tell you, if she can't go out how she is supoused to continue with her work? without working she can't save money to buy you cute gifts and things to do cosplay, if she can't go out how she is supoused to show off her amazing darling to the world? how is she supoused to do cosplay with you like she dream to do if you two can't go out?

Marin isn't mad at you nor think this is a bad situation, for her is like moving forward in your relationship and get closer and closer, but she wants to go out because there are a lot of things she want to do with you. Marin won't stop until she finally manage to convince you to let her go so you two can continue going on dates, reasuring you that for her the rest of the world doesn't matter, she just want to be able to be with you and share her life with you

Satou Matsuzaka

For Satou her darling is like the light that iluminate her life, her everything, what she has been searching for so long, Satou never knew what was true love until she met you and since that day she wants nothing more than be loved by you and spend the rest of her life with you

Satou wants to spend every single minute of the day by your side, she wants to be able to melt on your presence and embrace and stay there forever, however she has things to do and she has to be far from you sometimes, it sadden her but she only endure it with the motivation that all that she is doing is to asure your future together. Although you two don't have to be apart for too long because you yourself do efforts for you two to spend as much time together you can, what make her completely ecstatic and makes every day feel like being in heaven

It could be difficult for people to tell how unhealthy your relationship can be since the yandere tendencies are well hidden, both of you always seem so happy and cheesy together, like if you were a couple straight out of a fairy tale and those toxic tendencies are easily brush off with love, happiness and willingness

Do you want to spend all the time with Satou and even monopolize her? what a coincidence! she wants nothing more than be with you! do you dislike when she interact with others or how much attention others put to her? Satou understand, she doesn't like it neither, she had already found the true love with you so she doesn't like others interfering on your relationship! do you start being possessive with her? there is no need! she is completely yours just as you are completely hers

Satou always make obvious how much she loves you and since you love her back she doesn't see a reason of why she should back with all the love and affection she has for you, also she is constantly talking about you with Shouko with such loving voice that can easily make anyone jealous, so doubting or being desperate for her love isn't an option to trigger you, however Satou is so beautiful that attract too much people, and some people that doesn't has the best intentions and that could easily trigger you

Planning on kidnapping her could be pretty easy since Satou is completely willing to let you alone for a while if you ask kindly enough (still she may worry a little about you and could trigger her a little if you insist), as well putting the plan into action won't be too difficult if you cover up with something romantic for her (sneaking behind her will be more difficult and suspicious), and since she trust you enough it won't be difficult for her to fall into your trap

The moment she wakes up tied up her first thought is you, are you alright? did something happened to you? She doesn't care if something happen to her, not like it will happen she can easily find a way to escape from this situation, but what about you?

When you make your appearance Satou is confused, what is all of this about? But when you start telling her that you have done all of this because of her, because you love her so much that you can't tolerate others trying to steal her from you, that you just wanted her to be with you forever, Satou is completely flustered and flattered, she has been feeling the same for so long! Satou wants so bad to be with you! She doesn't care nor need anyone else aside from you! Satou is so overwhelmed with the happiness and love that start crying

When you finally free her she doesn't waste anytime before throwing herself into your arms, still crying she start to speak her heart out and telling you that she loves you with the same intensity as you do for her! she wants nothing more than with be with you! Satou wants to protect you from every bad on the world too! she was planning to wait a little longer (maybe until you two finish the school) to finally ask you to officially unite your lives for the rest of your lives and never get apart again, but why wait when you want the same? Satou will be more than happy to start living with you however she will have to go out to work so you two can have your dream life, but there is no way she will try to run away, not when she has you

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erosuguru · 9 months

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No title sorry bout that lol Satoru Gojo x Reader, mainly fluff, reader lovingly bullies gojo, gojo is whipped, 800+ Words

CW: none, fluff head to toe, can't spell 'Satoru' without 'Sato' (sugar) gehehehehehehehe dies, little proof reading

Notes: I had a long day and I was book shopping and I realised "ah, gojo would buy shit for his gf just because he remembered her" so here we are, I'm not good at writing fluff plz bare wit me, I'm trying out a new divider plz tell me if it looks good or bad :')

A book slid across the soft surface of the table to you, you put down your mug and examined the cover then looked up towards your white haired boyfriend who's face looked like he was expecting you to jump into his arms and express gratitude.

"What's this?" Satoru's expression fell at your words. He sat up and gestured to the book as if that would make you understand. "The book you were talking about, remember? When we had coffee in that new place?"

Wow, he remembered? You couldn't help but smile, that conversation was weeks ago and he still remembered, during then you passively mentioned the book's title, you merely brought it up saying your friends were all reading it and talking about it but you weren't going to pick it up anytime soon (for the sake of your TBR list, you can't..)

"And you waited until now because...?" You picked up the book as you spoke, fingers flipping through the freshly printed pages and examining the font size and spacing of the words. Satoru snorted, "waited? I've been looking for it everywhere!" He folded his arms over his chest as irritation took over his features."Everywhere I checked, it was sold out!"

"Seriously? You ran around stores for me?" You teased, and he pouted, scooting his chair closer to you. "Of course~ when my love asks for something, I race to get it!"

"Satoru, that's nice, but.." You set the book down. "I didn't ask for–"

"Shhhh, you can show me your devoted thanks later." He cut you off with a finger to your lips, acting as if he was saving your breath from praising him and his valiant efforts (of purchasing a popular book).

Continuing this would just prove to be useless, although it was a nice gesture, even if you couldn't read it now– he listened, he knew you were interested and he made the effort to purchase something with you in mind.

To say Satoru was an impulsive buyer was an understatement. He's smart with his money, and yet moments where he loses all rationality in a transaction have been frequent after establishing a relationship with you. If Satoru sees anything in a store that briefly reminds him of you, he's taking it home to you.

The best part of the whole process is seeing your reaction, even if you told him he didn't need to waste his money on you– he could see the smile twitch at the corner of your lips as you grew flushed; almost as if shy that satoru thinks of you so fondly outside of your daily interactions.

His surprises could be anything, ranging from a mug that was the right shade of your favorite color to a necklace he thought would look good on you, it makes him even happier when he sees you use said gift in any mundane activity.

"This is really sweet of you, baby, thank you." You replied and kissed his cheek, Satoru hummed through a smile happily, accepting your affections. You reached for your mug– the mug he bought you because he knew you'd love the cartoon cat on it.

"So where'd you find it?" He waved off your question."It doesn't matter. What matters is that I got it before anyone else could, and capitalism loses!"

"Capitalism actually won because they got your money, so.." You quietly drank from your mug as you watched his face contort to disappointment. You restrained yourself from laughing at his pouting. How dare you belittle his victory?

"You're so mean to me! And here I bought 2 copies so we can read it together!" He announced as he showed his copy, the same book with the same cover. You set down your mug and cooed at him. "Satoru! You didn't have to do that. Honestly, are you obsessed with me?"

You uttered that sentence in a clear joking tone, but his expression hadn't changed. "Of course I am! I thought I made it pretty clear! You're literally all I think about!" Satoru proudly proclaimed and grew red in the face when you burst out laughing, your features growing flushed as well at his declaration.

"You're so lame, Satoru!" You wiped the tear away from your eye as you came down from your little giggle fit. He pouted at you once more. "What? Am I the only obsessed one here?"

"Maybe, I'm not the one who ran store to store looking for 2 copies of the same book?" His pout persisted at your retort, laying his head on your shoulder he stared up at you with a pitiful yet loving gaze, one that he would give you whenever you were being 'mean' to him.

"Okay, okay.." You turned to him and cupped both his cheeks in your hands, kissing his forehead, Satoru indulged in the closeness, feeling your scent envelope him as you leaned closely to him. He stopped you from moving your hands away just as you began doing so, keeping them on his cheeks.

"... Satoru?" You waited for him to answer but he only tipped his face towards you, you rolled your eyes unable to fight the smile off your lips as you kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose and finally right on his soft lips. "Was that good enough compensation?"

His face reddened, and he nodded once. "Mhmm, thank you, pookie~"

#satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff

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khanaclysm · 1 year

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You've always seemed to love annoying grave's maybe you'll like his cock buried in your throat more.

𝐂𝐖 ; power imbalance (?),7 year age gap, blowjobs, creampie, choking, slapping, marking, slight misogyny, older man/younger woman, sir kink,mentioned breeding, exhibitionism/public sex, voyeurism (?).

𝐅𝐓. Phillip graves

𝐏𝐍: I hate him so much, but I wanna fuck him so bad. It's not even funny. 1.6 𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

"One chance commander, that's all you have.Dismissed." shepherd said not paying him any time off day as he walked out of shepherds office.

He lets out a sigh he didn't know he held, back braced against the wall. In the dead of night absolutely no sound travels through the building , he thanks whatever higher being there is for that.

Graves continues to enjoy the silence and scenery of the ever so bright cement walls. Not for long though, as heels clank along the title floor.

"I'm not fucking dealing with this right now."

He makes his way to his cot but you start walking faster, he eventually comes to a stop accepting his cruel faith, something deep inside him yearns for him to stop. Faint humming can be heard in the distance.

Tiny pink dress, white heels, a walking dress code violation you sure are. Respect yourself more, your someone's daughter, he thinks. Disgusted by your outfit he refuses to look at you any longer and he refuses to be like them. Men who stare at your tits, and admire your shape like some sort of trophy to be won. Clearly you need to be brought back down to earth with an attitude check. And the fact these men would dare to entertain your low key prostitution like lifestyle is degrading and derogatory.

"Hello Phillip, how might you help me this fine hour?" His name sounds revolting coming from your lips, your plump pink soft annoying fucking lips.

"Genuinely, what do you want from me?" God your name sounds so good coming from him, it makes the lower area of your stomach heat and tighten.

I want you.

"Makin' fun of you is the only fun a woman can have in this place." You say, tits dangerously close to his torso, if you get any closer both of you'll be in a lot of trouble.

He rolls his eyes not daring to look at you, the Starbucks latte adrenaline (sugar rush) hits you like a truck.

His lack of response bores you, so you push further, literally your boobs are pressed against his rock hard chest. Due to his casual clothing your nipples can feel every vein, dip curve and mark. Creates a pleasurable sensation that you want more of, need more of.

He finally looks at you not with pure disgust, but one with a warning. Blue eyes piercing, becoming darker by the second. "You need some fucking discipline lessons."

You push your entire body against him, you know you've secured your one way ticket to whatever graves likes to call "discipline".

You look at him with prettiest bambi eyes that almost sparkle, even without a light source in this damned hall way. What a wolf in sheep's clothing you are.

"Hm, and how will that happen phillip?" You inquire.

It's almost as if you can hear something snap, his hand grip you waist in away that will surely fucking bruise, you know it's on purpose.

"With a cock down that fucking throat." The statement shocked both you and him as if he never meant to say it, as if something's controlling his mouth and actions.

"What if that's what I want?" You ask a question that you do not expect to be answered. Yet he does.

"Oh I know, bet shepherd would be pretty upset if he heard his pretty little daddy's girl was slutting her pussy out for the shadow company?"

"Well I- '' your witty remarks are put to hold,as a firm, big hand grips your hair and forces you onto your knees. You like this side of graves, the ones people below him always see. Not bitchy boot licking graves, but dominating and violent graves. Heat pools in between your legs, pretty pink panties soaking up your sticky mess. Not for long.

"You have hands, use em'." You've only come to notice how damn attractive southern accents can be, or maybe it's just him.

You begin to unzip his pants, a sound you've always wanted to hear from his pants. Black briefs meet your face and so does his thick cock.

You go to engulf it all, wanting to test yourself but a strong large palm stops you from doing so.

"Eager to please are we? Go slow, swirl the tip." He stated.

Maybe you should feel bad for having a man tower over you and shove you in front of his cock, but it made you feel something, instinctual, is the only word to describe it.

You move your tongue in a circular pattern around his sensitive tip, which earns you a soft breathy sigh. Unknowingly to him his grip tightens.

You roll your tongue over his cock, trying to take him deeper, ⅓ of the way. "Mmm, good girl, just fucking like that angelface." The praise felt good, sending shock waves down your body leading straight to your now dripping pussy.

Staring at him with glossy glazed eyes, he was so aggressive without even moving an inch like you could sense the power and ego radiat of his body.

"Keep going, I know that sluty fucking mouth of yours can take more." He shoves your head down further down his cock making you gag, as of now spit is dripping from your pretty lips right onto the floor. Your hands flash to his thighs trying to prevent him from going any further but his hands force you down, god you panties must be drenched at this point.

He makes you deep throat his cock, the lack of oxygen makes you dizzy, your head feels like it could collapse in itself. Harsh hands tug your hair giving you a bit of time to breathe, just to force your tight throat onto him.

"Fuck, gonna pump that pretty little throat, yea angel?" You can physically feel his cock twitch, his dick consistently pressing against the back of your throat.

Hot loads of sticky white fluid gets dumped in your mouth, the warmth of the cum is almost comforting. Until shepherd's office door opens. He stops all movement signalling you to be quiet.

"Commander, what are you still doing here?" Your father inquired, completely unaware that his daughter was choking on one of his best soldier's cock, cum dripping from her lips.

"Ah ha, nothing sir, just thinking." You can't hold him much longer, his semen resting on your tongue becomes unbearable by the second.

"Hopefully of strategies." Your dad blindly states heading back into his office. When the door closed you were immediately let off his dick.

"Aw, you cryin' pretty? Cock too big for you?" He mocks. Too focused on not making a sound you didn't even notice the crystal tears running down your cheek meeting your saliva on the floor.

"Think it's time for me to use that pussy, huh?" Without a word he pushes over his shoulders, little effort needed though you're not surprised you've seen him 200kg no issue.

He throws you onto his bed, he's so hot when he manhandles you, god he's just hot in general.

"Strip." You stare at him for a few seconds wondering if you heard him right. "Unless you want them ripped off?" You got to work first pulling off your shoes then came your dress.

"Your daddy know you dress like this?" You giggle at his comment pulling off your bra then your panties which are now embarrassingly drenched.

"Knew you were a slut, you get off on this don't you?" He inquired but you know, you don't need to answer that in fact you know he'd prefer if you just sat pretty waiting for your pussy to be filled.

"Condom?" You ask. He laughs a bit,but you don't find it that funny.

Suddenly your pushed onto his bed, ass in the air pussy sprawled out for anyone to see. Lord did he even lock the fucking door?

"Don't think you understand, to be disciplined you have to be reformed." You look at him with questioning unsure eyes. "God your fucking stupid, I mean I'm going to turn into a mommy, you'd like that huh, me breeding you, filling you with my kids?"

You fill the tip of his cock slide you and down your cunt, lubricating it with your own arousal. He slips it in stretching your hole to astronomic levels, you let out a blissful moan into his pillows that smell just like him, they carry the same pleasant musk he does.

He begins moving, tight walls clenching on him so desperately it's almost cute. Hands on your hips surly to leave a mark, he comes down closer to your level, sucking on your neck and back to leave the faintest bruises.

"Fuck– Have fun wearing your sluty little dresses." In fact he wants to bruise you more to make you remember your lesson. His hand smacks down your ass, sending strikes of electrifying pleasure down your body.

You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as your clit does the same. "Oh god- i- sir, can I please cum, Ah- pretty fucking pl- please!"

"Good girl, you learn quickly," he thinks about his decision. "Go ahead, cun on my cock pretty girl." The tightness in your core realises with a snap, holds you down as you shake on his cock. He admires the white translucent ring around his dick.

A few more strokes and you feel the comfort of warm white liquid just pouring into you without fail. "Same time, same place tomorrow?" He knows he shouldn't, he knows he's in the wrong but he just can't, a fucking minx you are. You nod in agreement.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 8 months

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒

Tagging: @augustwithquills , @bloody-mf-bsc

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Y/N Y/L/N: This man unsettles me. Why the hell do you smile at me like a proud kid looking at his mom for praise?

We filmed the most gut-wrenching, soul-wrecking traumatic scene for your character.

You just know what you will be doing to the fans. You know their pain, and enjoy it and they are gonna come after you for therapy bills. Hope you are rich.

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User5: Freddy is just a sneaky cat. That's it. That's my comment.

User7: I don't wanna know the scene... yet again I have a guess .

User9: There is water... And Kaz's trauma includes water... We are, guys, once again...

User6: doomed. As usual.

User4: It's usual at this point, like I can't go on with my day without at least one tiny bit of drama

User3: Once again, mother Y/N is right. We all hope you are rich ASF Freddy.

freddycarter1: I could make Y/N pay for them?? She is the reason you guys cry

Y/N Y/L/N: don't bring me into this, Freddy. It's your fault, you have to deal with it. Or... I can tell your wife that you are bullying me😎

freddycarter1: you wouldn't dare! My wife loves me!

Y/N Y/L/N: Maybe... Not as much as me tho😉

User12: the way Y/N doesn't just conquer the women cast members' hearts but the male cast's wives as well...

User5: Teach us where this rizz comes from Y/N!

User6: Just Y/N and Ben casually making us fall in love with them

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Y/N Y/L/N: More memes!

1. Freddy is my one true love, and more attentive and mature and cares more about me.( this is definetly not my amazing,handsome, attentive and bullied boyfriend whom I should pay more attention to.)

2. This is what I was talking about! Look at hım and tell me you wouldn't immediately accept whatever mindblowing War crime he wants to commit together?

3. The only surprise element here is that I paid for the tickets... Even if they were the ones who went to to cinema.

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User1: Ben is being a gremlin again by taking her phone... Again.

Y/N Y/L/N: See? Everyone else is very mad at you benbarnes 😒

User5: Y/N show some love to poor boi 😭

User9: Ben is struggling so much djsjsh

User8: he is like a puppy following her around dnjd Have you seen the BTS of shadow and bone? He is always looming behind her and looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse 🥹🤭

User4: We love men who respects and shows his love openly to their lover😎

User6: Istg they want me to put a toast in the tub and live there like that by how cute they are being... look at her giggles and wide smile through her Insta posts after they got together and say otherwise

User9: They really are the best for each other and they are so cute, so supportive of each other and you can also see the Ben's grin is wider and shinier too!

User14: Being the "sugar mommy" of them is Y/N's fate now...

freddycarter1: I didn't hear any complaints from her.

User2: She has all the tittles now, the only one missing is... The Milf 💫

User14: That could change at any moment and we wouldn't know...

User3: 😳

Y/N Y/L/N: First all, no one can be like me... Or else you would be in constant hunger because you two can't cook to save your lives.

benbarnes: my cooking isn't that bad... Right?

Y/N Y/L/N: Could have been worse.

User6: Y/N does he use that kicked puppy eyes on you too?

Y/N Y/L/N: Whenever he wants kisses... Which means all the time. But I have no complaints, I love kissing hım.

User6: So it works?

Y/N Y/L/N: It works wonders.

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Y/N Y/L/N: Not my fault that they are living moods

1: Me, when they show me the most shocking, spectacular,eye-burning, gut-wrenching,soul-wrecking, traumatic script ever

2. Also me, whenever I look at my boys. And yes, though I always say I hate them here, I love them all so much. I'd probably commit arson for them if they asked but... Yeah.

3. Yes, you saw it right. He took my phone again 😑Like,why do you have your's if you always use mine?

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freddycarter1: does that script include us??

Y/N Y/L/N: I don't know...😳🤐

jacktwolfe: I say we give her candy she loves so she can't resist and then take the script and run away when she isn't looking 😊

Y/N Y/L/N: Jack what the fuck? Get out of your Wylan head.

User5: I'M BEGGING IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR, Y/N HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS😭

User8: indeed, we finally saw that she had a heart and It's full of love for the boys too... Just not as much as the women

freddycarter1: mind you, this is the best thing that had ever been told to me... I STILL prefer Ben tho

Y/N Y/L/N: All my hardwork was for nothing... But legit anyways, I'd choose my baby too

User5: does it ever bother how Freddy is just you in another font, Y/N?

Y/N Y/L/N: He can do all he wants... I'm the only one who sees Ben in... different light🤭

User6: HOLY SMOKES-

User9: Y/N just casually dropping hints on their private life is just... Golden djsndbdv

User1: Fr she and Freddy are fighting for Ben's hand jddjjd

User7: Considering the rest of the books and knowing all the scenes by heart now... And adding Y/N cinematography...

User1: we're doomed.

User6: Will go and make a confession to the local church now, for the person I'll become when that happens

Y/N Y/L/N: Calahan is keeping me in a headlock so that I would backdown from my heart-tearing plans... I HAVE YOUR PICTURES WITH A TIARA AND TUTUS, FREDDY AND CALAHAN! Don't make me share them

User5: Poor Y/N... Keep doing it Calahan, just a few more minutes, I live close to her. I can just grab that script and run away

freddycarter1: benbarnes please leash your chihuahua of a girlfriend before we spoil your plans

Y/N Y/L/N: what surprise? Ben is planning something behind my back?? benbarnes, what do you have to defend yourself? 🤨

benbarnes: I will kill you when I'm done running from my girlfriend, Carter...

Y/NandBen.fanpage: GUYS GUYS GUYS, I THINK IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMG-

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Y/N Y/L/N: GUESS WHO IS BECOMING A BARNES?🤭

Oh, and @ user3? You are a Seer, that's for sure. Thank you for calling dibs on our marriage, lovie!

And to everyone who always said we were cheaters: İt must SUCK to be with yall because you don't trust your lovers! 😎🫳🎤

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benbarnes: You are so beautiful, my ex-girlfriend...

Y/N Y/L/N: Stop saying that, idiot... And, oh... I am beautiful? 🥹🤭

User6: OMG CRYING, SHITTING TEARS WTF THIS IS SO CUTE DJDJSJS

User9: Y/N and Ben are both melting for each other and OMG I'm crying too 🥹

User5: for a fact, I just know that these two cried and still is crying tons while cuddling and reading our messages

Y/N Y/L/N: Do you have cameras in our house??

User7: SOMEONE MAKE SURE USER3 IS ALIVE BECAUSE GOD KNOWS I WOULDN'T BE IF BEN AND Y/N MENTIONED ME

User3: I'M INDEED NOT OKAY I'M ALIVE BUT BARELY BREATHING WTF I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS

User6: YOU ARE LIVING OUR DREAMS!! *shake shoulder harshly* HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE THE IT GIRL?!

User8: Someone keep that fucking hater away from here or else there will be millions, including celebrities, who will throw hands!

User2: I think they will not be here because if mother Y/N dissed me like that, I would have found a hole and never get out.

User5: When I tell you I am at my granny's funeral and trying so hard to control my giggles... THE FIGHT IS REAL

User8: We have a holy knight here, hang in there sis! We still need to see their wedding photos!

User10: what's even funnier is that "Ben Barnes I hope you can fight" tag is trending in Twitter lol

blakelively: look at that excited smile! Finally, you are joining the married life! Welcome to club 🤭

User4: Today folks, we all can rest in peace for we achieved what we always wanted for 3 years 😌

amita_suman: beautiful people ❤️ Love you both so much!

freddycarter1: Does that mean we call her Barnes too?

jessie_mei_li: Yes, since they are the mom and dad 😒 Is that even a question?

kittheyounger: we are all united under one holy flag: The Barnes' Holy Kingdom

User15: After 3 years, Ben Barnes finally put that ring on her finger. A day to celebrate for years to come indeed.

tchalamet: Congrats to my favourite director!

Y/N Y/L/N: Don't let Greta hear that Ti 😉

tchalamet: she would say the exact same

User17: DAYUMN THAT RING IS THE SAME SIZE AS MY HEAD HOW RICH ARE YOU BEN?!

User16: Just like that, we achieved it. Now, there is one last thing needed: A mini Ben-Y/N

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Hi! Saw you in need of some fluff, and I gotchu :)

Imagine Miguel who stress bakes. Like a good half of the baked goods in the cafeteria are made by him. And he’s just so weirdly good at it that there’s a noticeable difference between some of the baked foods. But then imagine reader, who’s also a stress baker, finding him in the kitchen with flour in his hair, cocoa smudges on his apron, and with a bowl that looks tiny in his hands scrambling eggs. Those two are a power duo. Now all the baked goods are literally “sold out” everyday, and no one knows still who tf is making them bc holy crap gimme the recipe-

But it’s sweet bc the reader gets to see how Miguel unwinds and just relaxes into the baking role, and how they can move around each other so flawlessly around the kitchen. Anyways some nights end in too many baked goods, and some with more than enough flour and sugar spilled to make an entire kitchen cry.

Hope you feel better!!! :3

@nekoglasses thank you so much for your idea this is soooooo—

gn!reader × miguel o'hara (fluff)

you've made it your habit to go into the kitchen of the cafeteria after a particularly stressful and incredibly long day.

you knew no one would be inside around that time because, well, it's 1 in the morning and all the spiders usually go back to their home dimensions by 11 maximum.

so you let yourself in like you normally do, but you notice that the lights are switched on, and there is a gentle melody playing.

a familiar, smooth voice hums along the lyrics, you see his frame and you're unsure what he's doing this late at night. And...here. out of all places.

The lack of Miguel's spider senses really served you right now, because you couldn't stop looking at him.

He'd taken off his suit and was wearing his casual attire. Grey pants and that white high collared shirt with the thumb holes, but over them, he wore a red apron, with blue text reading 'Kiss the Spider' on it.

He held a bowl that looked entirely too small in his large palms, but you knew if you held it, you wouldn't be able to hold it with just one hand like he was.

He was whisking something, looking a bit too concentrated. There were other bowls with the same substance he's been whisking sitting on the white counter, along with trays.

You've never seen him so relaxed before. He seemed so into it that you didn't dare disturb him.

But he spotted you.

Frozen, he stopped whisking, the calm look on his otherwise always stoic face began turning into an embaressed one.

"So, those really good Tres Leches cakes that showed up out of nowhere were all you?" You tease, picking up an apron from the nearby hanger. Miguel grumbles, but he nods.

"I'm assuming the cinnamon rolls they serve from time to time are your recipe."

Not that long ago, mysterious baked goods began appearing in the kitchen, left to be freshly served the next day. No one really knew who was baking them but you knew for sure that some of those items did not belong to you.

And now you knew.

"I'm making Pan Dulce. Want to help?"

You smile at him, and get to it almost immediately.

This becomes your little routine after a while, baking with Miguel at 2 AM after everyone was gone. It was almost natural how you acted in the kitchen together, completing each other.

It felt domestic. To both of you.

And it made you see a different side of him, a side you didn't know he had.

"There is flour on your face."

"What are you talking about—" A fistful of flour hurled at him, covering his handsome face with the white substance. He'd open his eyes to see you laughing and he can't help but bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

"Oh, you're going to get it for that."

You two ran around the kitchen for 15 minutes having a flour fight. Loud, almost childish laughter filling the room.

"Okay, Okay, stop, you win!" His hands are on your waist when he catchs you, and he hoists you up on the counter to avoid any attempts at pranks on his expense.

Still giggling, you'd put your hand on his cheeks and clean him up with the kitchen towel nearby. He'd surprisingly stand still, skin heating up under your touch.

When you're done, you leave a kiss on his cheek, "Kiss the Spider, right?"

He'd move away just to avoid you seeing him all flustered, grumbling about how shameless you are.

But if he could, he'd wear this apron all the time, just to get another kiss.

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