#slowly trying to post more again pls be patient..
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Just One More (Part 111)
Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)
Word Count - 3k
Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything
Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.
A/N - I know I took forrrrever to post this but hopefully it makes up for the wait <3 Also this is most likely the last part :,) new stories coming soooooon
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Haechan rests between your thighs, looking up at you as he waits patiently for your consent, his fingers lazily tracing little shapes around your exposed skin above the waistband.
You bite you lip, before finally giving him a nod to continue, your face heating up as you do so.
He smirks, wasting no time pulling off his sweatpants off your body.
The cold air tickling your skin instinctively makes your legs close, but his big hands carefully pry them back open.
He slowly lowers his head down between your legs, your gaze fixated on his every movement. How he manages to look so handsome in every moment still blows your mind.
Kisses start to litter your inner thighs, gradually growing closer to where you’re craving his touch the most. Your eyebrows scrunch, your need for his touch, for him, becoming unbearable.
“Please.”
Is all your able to say, your voice wispy and breathless.
He looks up, meeting your eyes mischievously, giving your thighs a squeeze, making you squirm.
“Be patient, princess.”
He lowers his head back between your thighs, his nose lightly grazing your bundle of nerves. Your hips moving slightly at the small stimulation.
Seeing you react this way, he can’t contain himself any longer, his tongue running up your slit before swirling around that same bundles of nerves. His lips wrapping around and starting sucking rhythmically.
Your body jolts, and his hands quickly move to hold your hips still, pressing them against the bed to ensure he’s in full control.
You tilt your head back in bliss as he continues to eat you out, this feeling of pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before.
Your hands jump to his hair as he hits an especially sensitive area, your fingers tangling between his soft black strands.
You tug lightly and he lets out a small groan in response, the vibrations against your core pushing you closer to your climax.
“Haechan..I’m gonna…”
You try your best to warn him but you find it painfully difficult to get out a sentence without moaning between each breath.
He continues to devour you, his hooded eyes looking up to meet yours. The lust encapsulated in his eyes send you over the edge, as your body lifts off the bed as your head falls back.
A string of moans and obscenities tumble from your lips as you cum on his tongue, his gaze never leaving your face as he fully takes the moment in.
You pull him back up, needing desperately to kiss him again, and he obliges. His tongue pushing past your lips as you taste yourself.
He pulls away to get a better look at you. Your eyes glazed over, cheeks red and glowing from the sweat.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.”
He says, his voice laced with a sincerity you hadn’t heard from him before.
You kiss him again, this time more slow and passionate rather than fast and hungry.
Suddenly, he breaks away from you, pushing himself off his bed. You look up at him confused, and he smiles at you, though winces slightly as he readjusts his pants.
You eyes follow the movement, landing on the clearly painful tent in his jeans. You fumble with your shirt nervously at the sight.
“Don’t worry, I’m just gonna take a quick shower to take care of this.”
He says in a joking but reassuring tone, able to sense your nervousness to go any further.
“Are you sure?”
“Nothing I haven’t done before.”
He teases, causing you to roll your eyes in response. He makes his way over to the bathroom taking his shirt off as he goes.
You watch his back muscles flex slightly at his movements, but only for a second before the door closes behind him.
Reality finally hits that your laying in his bed, in Haechans bed, half naked, after he just ate you out. And now he’s in the bathroom just across from you “taking care of himself”.
You stand up, the whole situation making your body heat up again. You look to the balcony, and decide some fresh air might help. The image of Haechan in the next room making your body even hotter.
You step out, the cool air kissing your exposed legs. You lean against the wall, listening to the music drift up from downstairs as you close your eyes.
“Y/n?”
You jump, the voice having come from seemingly no where. You look around, your eyes finally meeting Jaemin’s, who’s standing on the opposite side of the balcony.
You pull Haechans oversized shirt down, praying that no wind decides to come expose your naked bottom half.
“What are you doing out here?”
You asked confused, as you thought the only way to access it was Haechans room. But as you look around you realize the balcony is longer than you’d initially realized having two additional doors connected to it.
“Just came to get a better view of the party, I’m trying to scope out some fresh prey.”
You look at him with a disgusted look on your face. He looks back over to you and laughs once he sees your expression.
“Relax, I’m joking, kind of. Plus don’t act all high and mighty now.”
His gives you a knowing look, gesturing with his head towards the door you just came from.
You follow his gaze, your heart speeding up as you realize how much of Haechans room can be seen through the windows.
You look back and him with a slight panic and he snickers with a shit eating grin at your reaction.
“You freak.”
Is all you manage to say, embarrassment creeping up your body and seeping into your bones.
“Last I remember, you were the one who walked in on me and stayed to watch.”
“I didn’t stay to watch!”
You retaliate.
“Oh come on, you definitely stayed longer than needed.”
You shake your head in distain, having no idea how to deal with someone like him.
“Don’t worry y/n, I haven’t been out here for long. I didn’t see anything either,”
He pauses swaying his head from side to side teasingly, as if he was deep in thought.
“Though, the music up here is much quieter than it is downstairs. Listen you can even hear the birds sing.”
You look away, no longer able to maintain eye contact. He laughs, clearly taking great joy in tormenting you.
You startle as someone knocks in the glass window behind you. You turn to see Haechan standing with a towel wrapped around his waist waving to you to come back in.
Jaemin gives you one last teasing look before walking back through the door he came from. You follow suit, opening the door you came from and walking back into Haechan’s room.
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The cold water splashes your face as you try your best to wake up. You’ve slept in, once again, and now you’re running late to work, one of your worst nightmares.
It’s been a couple days since Haechan’s party and while you’d be lying if you said it didn’t consume your thoughts, you doubt he feels the same way.
After heading home shortly after your conversation with Jaemin, you couldn’t help but expect a call, or at least a text, from Haechan checking to see if you got home safe.
You assumed he was just busy hosting and didn’t have time, but then the next day came and went and so did the next, and the next. Radio silence.
But that was fine, you were so unbothered. So unbothered. It’s not like his head had been buried between your legs or anything.
Alas, you had no more time to dwell on this as you rushed to your car, almost forgetting to lock your door on the way out.
You twist your key to start the ignition, only to be met with silence. You try again and with no avail. Your car won’t start.
You bang your head against the wheel, causing a loud honk to echo through the underground parking lot.
You slam the door to your car as you step out, furiously typing on your phone. There has to be an uber or lift nearby. Fuck you’re already running late and now this.
“You good?”
You look up, your eyes meeting with his dark pupils that draw you in instantly. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.
“It’s not a good time Haechan.”
You snap at him, your gaze already back on your phone, though it pained you to look away from him. He leans over sneaking a peak at your screen.
“Need a ride?”
Biting your lip, you’re faced with a choice between your pride and dignity, or your job.
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His music blasts, the bass shaking your body and the car with every boom. You were very familiar with his music taste by now, many sleepless nights caused by his ridiculously loud speakers.
Unfortunately, you were in no position to complain, since he was doing you a big favour by driving you to work, especially on such short notice.
Besides you were barely paying attention to the song, your thoughts once again consumed by memories and unanswered questions.
You can’t help but wonder if you should’ve heeded your friend’s warning. Maybe she was right, maybe you were just a challenge for him to conquer and that’s all.
Maybe he was someone you should have no feelings for, someone you should have never gotten attached to, someone you should have never let touch you.
Yet, being in his presence again, smelling his cologne, you could almost still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, and you can’t help but yearn to feel it again. The memories of the sweet whispers exchanged in his room haunt you.
You see the facility you work at up ahead and decide that if you don’t leave the car right this instant, you’re gonna go insane.
“You can just drop me off here.”
“Huh?”
He responds, clearly not hearing you but also making no effort to turn the music down.
You roll your eyes as you move to twist the nob down yourself, missing his smirk as you do.
“Can I just drop you off here?”
He asks innocently.
“Yeah just drop me off-“
You pause mid sentence finally processing his little prank.
“Ha ha so funny.”
“You better laugh louder than that if you want me to pick you up.”
You shake your head, laughing at his remark. You hop out of his car closing the door. He rolls the window down, looking at you expectantly.
“You don’t need to drive me back too, I’ll probably just get an uber or something.”
A look flashes across his face, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“How long is your shift?”
“6 hours, why?”
“Then I’ll meet you back here in 6 hours.”
Before you can protest any further, he zooms off, his tires squealing slightly as he goes.
You sigh, shaking your head, trying your absolute best to ignore the smile fighting its way onto your face. Knowing he’ll be all you’ll be able to think about until you see him again.
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Your shift comes and goes, much faster than you had expected. Haechan had been at the drop off spot, pulling in just as you walked out, a proud smile painted on his delicate features. He always was good at timing things perfectly.
The ride home was much like the ride there. He was calmly listening to music while you fought waging wars in your mind, a battle between your heart and brain (and your pussy).
You walked back together, now without the loud music to fill the quiet space, it’s filled with awkward small talk. Mixed feelings tainting the air between you two.
You now stand in your doorway, the war in your mind has become a viscous bloodbath, a victor finally emerging from the rumble and taking control.
Just as he turns the knob to enter his room, you call out to him, causing his moves to halt.
“Hey, as a thanks for being my personal chauffeur for the day, how about you join me for dinner. I’ll take a turn at being your personal chef.”
He pauses for a second, still holding the door leading into his apartment.
“Cmon, y/n, you know I can’t say no to you.”
With that he whirls around, almost skipping into your apartment, leaving you standing in the doorway.
You take a second to compose yourself before following him inside.
“So whatcha cooking chef? Can we get some kimchi jjigae in here.”
Haechan calls as you enter the kitchen. He looks like an excited little boy sitting at the table just before his parents walk in with a lit birthday cake.
You let out a small laugh at the thought of this full grown man getting giddy about his birthday.
“Alright, coming right up. Do you mind of I play some music? It helps me cook.”
“Of course.”
You sit against the counter and you connect your phone to your house speakers. Cigarettes after sex starts playing softly.
You can’t stop yourself from looking up to check Haechan’s reaction to your music taste. He’s already looking at you, his eyes sparkling before something shifts and he turns away.
“Do you not like this song or something?”
“No, no I actually love it. I’m just surprised you listen to them too.”
“You’re surprised? I’m the one who’s shocked mr. fuckboy actually has good music taste after all.”
He glares at your back at your remark, not that you would even notice, as your focus had already fully shifted to cooking the meal.
“I’m not a fuckboy, y/n.”
“Yeah I know, you’re secretly a soft sensitive boy who listens to cigarettes after sex, right?”
“I know I’m not getting heat from the virgin right now.”
You spin around dramatically, clutching your chest like you’d been shot.
“Low blow, Haechan.”
He rolls his eyes at your performance, trying his best to stifle his grin.
“I’d rather be a virgin that have a body count in the hundreds.”
“It’s actually in the thousands.”
You and Haechan continue bickering and teasing with each other as you finish up cooking. Occasionally he’d stop talking suddenly or would interrupt you to sing along to whatever song was playing.
You were actually blown away by how stunning his voice was, not expecting someone like him to be able to sing like that. He hit every note perfectly. Though you’d rather die than ever compliment him out loud.
After setting the table and placing two bowls down, you go back to the fridge to grab something to drink. Before you can even sit down Haechan had already stuffed his face with the kimchi jjigae.
“This…this stuff is so. good.”
“Wow, thanks for waiting for me.”
You say flatly, as you sit down. He looked at you with a cute pout.
“I tried waiting, but it just smelled so good I couldn’t resist.”
“You need better self control.”
His face falters for a second, before he lets out a little scoff.
“I’m well aware.”
The two of you finish up your meals. Despite everything that has gone on between the two of you, this moment of peace filled you with unexpected happiness. It felt exactly how you imagined all those happy married couples looked dining after a long day of work. Something about it felt so right.
But before you could fully bask in the moment, he gets up. You look at him confused, and he holds up his empty bowl, looking satisfied. He washes it in the sink even though you told him he didn’t need to.
You both stand at the doorway, the feeling of almost awkwardness lingering in the air. It was like both of you were too scared to talk, as it would result in someone leaving.
“Thank you again for the meal.”
He says finally breaking the silence. You smile up at him, the urge to kiss him almost painful. Being in his presence has that effect on you.
He looks down at you, with a sweet smirk on his face, and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in towards him.
Please, just one more kiss.
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A little sub Nete for all the hoes
Good GOD I have too much time on my hands (and still not enough to get my shit done??? WTF)
Anyways here’s a drabble/head cannon of sub Nete (ALSO I HAVE NEVER POSTED SMUT B4 PLS DON’T BE MEAN TO ME)
Warnings- I literally just said tf. Nah jk, orgasm denial, no use of fem pronouns I don’t think?? Sub Neteyam, cursing
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“Eywa baby please” he whines, writhing on your matt desperately
He was truly, quite a sight to be seen as he lay there with his cock and lower stomach all covered in your spit and pre-cum, sweating, panting and his hands in fists as he desperately tried to keep them away from your hair.
You’d been denying him an orgasm for the past thirty minutes or so and he was about to break.
You ran just one finger up and down the underside of his cock, watching him shudder and shake at the slightest touch. “Nngh yawne, I’m gonna—” you quickly retracted your hand and he let out a cry of displeasure as you let out a derisive laugh “Just from that? How desperate are you?”
“So desperate, so desperate, please sweetheart” he begged you. You hum through your nose as you take one glance up and down him, you gently take his hand in yours and he clutches it tight enough to break the bones, but you pay no mind to that.
“Make it till ten and you can cum, before that I’ll ruin it for you”
He audibly whimpers, face full of distain and you can see his own self-doubt “I know you can do it pretty boy; don’t you want to cum?” he nods vigorously “Where?”
“In you—I-inside you” You chuckle and crawl up his body until your sitting on his pelvis, the look on his face is so desperate, you almost felt bad for him. Almost. You rub your finger over his bottom lip, he’s clinging to any physical touch you give him as he kisses your finger over and over. You guide his face to yours and give him a sweet kiss, as you line his cock up and slowly sink down on him. You’ve learned to love the sting after so many nights of having sex, the pain and the pleasure enticed and exited you at the same time.
Neteyam was moaning pathetically into your mouth, he could even kiss you back for all the noise he was making. “God damn” he cried quietly. “Ready?” he can only nod.
You begin to ride him, slowly so he’ll at least have a chance to make it. “One” he lifts his hand up and bites the back of it to quiet himself.
“Two” the tortured look on his face is so sexy you cant help it, you wish you had a human camera to capture the way his eyes are pinched closed and his nose wrinkled.
“Three” Actual tears are falling down his cheeks now, though his eyes are tightly closed.
“Four” his abs are flexing violently as he throws his head back, so desperate to cum yet trying not do so at the same time.
“Fffive” you drawl, rubbing your hand on his chest and feeling his racing heartbeat
“Six”
“Seven” He snatches his hand away and clutches his hair with both hands, looking down to where you’re fucking hum and then groaning and throwing his head back again.
“Eight, just two more baby” he’s actually crying now, frustration, stimulation and pleasure all mix in his head.
“Nine. You can touch Nete” his hands leave his hair to grasp your hips tightly, he’s breathing raggedly and sniffling in between breaths
“…Ten”
His whole back arches off of the ground, making sure his whole dick is inside as his body shakes and pleasure consumes his whole being like a tidal wave. He’s grasping your hips so hard, fucking you up and down on him like a ragdoll as he rides through his orgasm. “O-oh y/n” A few more sloppy thrusts and he collapses back onto the ground, staring up at the ceiling in a sort of drunken haze.
You watch him adoringly as you stroke his face, his lips, his jaw. He’s not quite back from whatever you did to him, so you wait patiently for a few more moments until his mind clears.
“Holy…”
You laugh and kiss his forehead, sliding him out of you gently, you can feel maybe two tablespoons of cum drip down your legs as you do. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my entire life,” he says breathlessly, then turns to you, sitting up “Thank you yawne. I love you” “I love you too pretty” you coo, nuzzling your nose to his “Let’s get cleaned up”
#Neteyam smut#Neteyam Sully#Neteyam#Neteyam imagine#neteyam x reader#neteyam smut imagine#neteyam imagine#neteyam oneshot#neteyam fluff#neteyamsully
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Being bratty towards them
Katsumi and Jack (separate stories)
Type of story:🔥
Warnings: Climax,spanks,sex ofc,rough sex
Hope you enjoyed i’ve decided to post yasss! Also i didn’t proofread
Jack
•Will not take that shit at all he will fix that attitude real quick
•He won’t let you embarrass him at all in public especially if your being a brat in public
•Edges the hell out of you, you won’t be cumming unless he feels like it or you won’t cum at all.
Today wasn’t the day at all, everything was going wrong. You were trying to head to friends party but you couldn’t find your dress you swore you put in the closet same as your heels, the other day you had put your makeup in the wrong place by accident you forgot were you put it at and that bathroom was a MESS. Jack on the other hand was in the gym room doing his daily workouts as usual the music was loud and it was making everything worse. You stomped your way to Jack and opened the door leading to the workout room there you saw Jack shirtless doing his pushups he didn’t see you because of how loud the music was and the way he was facing. You turned the music off and he quickly darted his head towards you, “Jack are you fucking with my shit?” you said with your hands out and eyebrows furrowed. “Woah where did all this bratty energy come from?” he said standing up from his push up. “JACK. That’s not the point where the fuck is my stuff I have places to be can’t you see the fucking time?” You said looking up at him, “Someone needs to be taught a lesson.” There you were, legs behind your head with his hands above your head, thrusting in you at a rapid pace. You were a hot mess tears coming down and your eyes turning red, “I don’t give fuck who you talk to like that but your not gonna talk to me like that.” he said gripping your face making you stare at him. His hips were hitting your sore ass from the spanks you got a few minutes ago. “I’m not taking your little bratty attitudes.” he said reaching his climax and you did not get to cum at all. You were a sweaty mess, “Oh baby it’s not over let me see that ass.” he says flipping you over.
Katsumi
•He is very patient until you get to that point where he has to fuck the shit out of you
•A master at fingering and teasing you
•Has no problem spanking you at all
Katsumi hadn’t been giving you attention, he’s been busy training new karate clients who had enrolled in. It’s always a busy place but when it wasn’t he would give you all the attention, every here and there he would give you some but it wasn’t enough attention. Hours past eventually days and you weren’t having it, you would interrupt Katsumi in the middle of his classes having a full conversation in the middle of him speaking or when you do help him train you take over and talk over him a lot of times. There you were in his office sitting on his lap while he sat down in his chair with your legs on each chair leg playing with your sloppy pussy. He had your cuffed your hands infront of you, mascara running down your face, snot dripping. You were a mess, “You are such an ungrateful impatient needy slut aren’t you?” he said pumping his middle and ring finger out of you at a fast pace. “K-kat-katsumi! Pl-please i-i’m cum-cumming!!” you said shouting as you felt your climax coming again. You felt a knot in your stomach slowly untying as you started bucking your hips more and more. Just as you were about to release you felt emptiness, “Katsumi what the fuc-“ you said heavily breathing before getting cutted off. “Since you can’t learn to be patient and grateful you won’t be coming until I think you earned it.”
#baki x reader#pickle baki#baki the grappler x reader#baki hanma#baki son of ogre#baki the grappler#baki headcanons#baki dou
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HOLY SHIT FUCK PISS PLS GIVE ME MORE FRAT BOY ANI I BEG 🧎🙏 I need the spice 😩
once again my greatest weakness is exploited…. my inbox ….
ppl say jump in an inbox message i say how high
bcos quite honestly fratboy!anakin is so hard for me to write, simply bcos its so difficult for what i know of anakin and his character to align with a fratboy persona. however! i married the concepts my last fratboy post and i’ll do it again for u jelly. ive had to brainstorm a couple days…
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☥ likes nuts. peanut butter. pistachios. nut and seed bread. u ask and he’s like “i like feeling like a squirrel” and ur not sure if its a joke. probably keto diets. he eats his body weight in good fats and goes to the gym as an obsessive hobby bcos hes got so much energy and nowhere to put it
☥ mario kart is one of his favorite games. he has a nintendo switch solely for mario kart. his friends play in competitions and get super hyped about it, sometimes they play normally but sometimes they make it an entire event. his frat makes a tournament out of it tbfh and winner usually gets some stupid made up prize like “mk-losers of the frat is your slave for a day” or “everytime you enter a room, if a MK-loser member of the frat is present, they must announce you to the room like ur a king” or “you gotta set up the winner with one of your hot exes”
anakin usually wins. and gets pissy when he doesnt. hes so competitive. especially if the people around him make it a big deal that he didnt win, hes all like “whatever its just a stupid game anyway. i changed my vehicle settings this time around”
☥ as an excuse to be close to you he asks you if he can crack your back for you bcos you complained about it hurting and when you stretched trying to get it to pop it wasnt as satisfying as you wanted it to be.
“i can crack your back for you.”
you fall for his trick. “would you? that would be so great thank you,” you fist your hands and cross your wrists over your chest, like usual, expecting him to get behind you and lift you and jostle you like people always did when they cracked your back. instead, he gets to your front with a smile.
“i know a better way.” you look at him quizzically as he takes your wrists and drapes your arms over his shoulders. he stoops, large frame wraps around you and your waist, fists at the base of your spine. you get nervous. “go limp.” you relax as best you can, your cheek against his neck surely heating up with a blush at how youre pulled flush against him.
he knows exactly what hes doing and his cheeky grin is hidden from you. “alright, inhale deep.” you do as he says. “and exhale.” you do. and slowly he lifts you from the ground easily by standing straight, and his fists slide up your spine, squeezing you to him. your heart is pounding, and your spine pops as he moves up. he gets to the top and sets you down, and holds you while the black dots in your vision subside. you realize he’s embracing you so tender and patient and you politely push off of him.
“um. thanks.”
“anytime.”
and he meant that. bcos he gets into the habit of asking you if you want your back cracked, and you get into the habit of saying yes bcos of how good it felt, how good he was at it, and how close the two of you got when he did it.
to the point that when you saw him, he’d pavloved you, and you lift your arms above your head reaching for him, waiting to rest them on his shoulders so he can pick you up and pop your spine. he obliges every time, excited to do it. he loves pressing you against him like that.
☥ hes an engineering major i just know it. very bright, but not the top of his class. he doesnt study really, things just make sense to him. and he also admits to you that he does a lot of things in his free time that requires engineering.
“like skateboard ramps?” you taunt.
“something like that.”
☥ his favorite movie is treasure planet and he wants to watch it every time you two end up hanging out. if you ask what movie he wants to watch, its treasure planet. if you look over at him randomly, you see him mouthing the words. it was his hyperfixation as a kid and heavily influenced him. especially bcos he doesnt have a dad, and hes got a father figure named obi wan in his life that had no business caring for him but did anyway. like that pirate in his favorite movie:)
if youre not sick of it, you dont even bother to ask him what he wants to watch. u just put it on. it usually is background noise anyway for whatever conversation arises bcos this boy cannot focus on one thing at once, and must multitask and get distracted
☥ hes the band “chase atlantic” coded unfortunately
☥ would wanna sleep with u in ur bed all the time even if ur not dating. he wants to take naps with you. he has insomnia, and he noticed that one time when you hung out, he fell asleep with you so easily. now he asks for sleepovers constantly. also bcos it means he can subtly cuddle you.
and when youre closer, and he can flirt with you, and youre comfortable with him. he probably cops a few feels so you smack his hand or move it away for him.
at one point you move his hand onto your chest, indicating you wanted him to grab and massage it for real this time. just like he always teases. and it turns into grinding his dick onto your ass and squeezing your chest til the flesh pops out in between his fingers. circling and pinching your hardening nipples. arm under your head, hand on your jaw to inclined your face in his direction so he can bite and nibble your ear, lick at it while he talks dirty shit in it.
“you’re so hot, can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you… you know half the guys at house would kill for this…
you wanna help me make ‘em really jealous?”
☥ the horny texts and pics this man would send once you two are officially talking or together.
“i think about fucking you all the time.”
“you gonna let me hit after class? cmon i deserve it.”
“baby you gotta show me that pussy. its been so long i forgot what it looks like. remind me.”
“coming over today. you want a ride? on my cock i mean.”
“some guys at the house were talking about you today. can i tell them about us?
gotta see their faces hearing what a slut you are. i promise i’ll spill every dirty detail. could even show em some of the pictures if you want… or the videos. i like the bareback one, doggy style? cant get over the way you sound in that one. wet pussy, pretty moans, twerking on my cock like a porn star. miss you sweet girl.”
☥ he honestly would pick out a hoodie for you to wear. he wants u to wear it. gets pouty when you dont “wheres my hoodie?”
“at my dorm.”
“why arent you wearing it?”
“ani—?”
“its cold outside.” he wants ppl to know youre wearing a guy’s hoodie— specifically his hoodie— for a reason
☥ he’d still call you stupid nicknames like “killer” and “champ”.
“hows it hangin today, killer? you look fucking good.”
“you’re late again champ, usually you get here before me. you avoiding me or something?”
☥ trying to get you to fuck him at his frat house or dorm or whatever bcos he wants the guys to hear you .. just so everybodys clear on whats going on between you two
#jellydodger#thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit#fratboy!anakin#anakin#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker imagine#x y/n#x f!reader#x fem!reader#x female!reader#au!anakin#star wars#sw#the clone wars#tcw
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lavender haze (dark mode)
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: frank castle never imagined he would ever fall in love again, and he certainly never imagined love could feel like this.
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual content (minors pls dni), mentions of pregnancy, a lil angst
word count: 8.6k
a/n: your eyes do not deceive you, this is a repost! the first time I posted this, there was some kind of glitch that changed the color of the text which made it impossible to read on dark mode. I was unable to fix it, and i've been waiting for that glitch to be fixed. it hasn't happened with any of my, or anyone else's posts lately, so it seemed like the right time to repost this for anyone that wasn't able to read it the first time because of the dark mode issue. I truly appreciate everyone being so patient, and even reaching out to me about reposting because you wanted to be able to read it. that makes my lil heart so happy, you have no idea. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
tags: @hellskitchens-whore
Staring at the ceiling with you
Oh, you don’t ever say too much
And you don’t really read into
My melancholia
Frank didn’t know how you did it. You always seemed to just…know. You knew when he felt like talking. You knew when he didn’t. You knew when he wanted to listen to you talk about your day. You knew when he needed comfortable silence. You could tell when he wanted your touch, and when he needed to be left alone. You posed all of your questions meticulously with caution, always stopping an inch before the invisible boundary he had created. You didn’t take offense to his brooding moods that emerged from a detour into the past. You didn’t cover your ears at the silence that echoed when he got lost in the disconsolate caverns in his mind. You didn’t flinch at the scars you could touch, or the ones you could hear in his intermittent vulnerability. You seemed to understand him in a way no one ever had before. Sometimes Frank felt like you understood him more than he even did.
He gazed down at you as your eyes stayed fixated up at the ceiling. Today had been a bad day. He couldn’t remember if he had even asked if you were home before his fist was colliding with your front door, letting out a breath of relief he hadn't even noticed he was holding until your face came into focus. Did he even say hello to you? Did he utter anything at all? He couldn’t remember. Somehow the two of you had ended up on the floor by your record player, your head resting comfortably in his lap, as Elton John’s Rocket Man flowed through the speakers. He could hear you humming faintly as your eyes drifted closed for a moment, your palm delicately stretched out towards him in case he wanted to hold it, or simply letting him know you were there if he didn’t.
Music was how the two of you communicated sometimes. It was how you tried to relate to him when your own words weren’t enough. When he was quiet like this, your choices in music were more purposeful, to either let him know you understood some of what he felt, or to try to soothe the ache with what you knew he enjoyed. Sometimes Frank feared you really could read his mind, especially in moments like these when you seemed to know exactly what he needed without a single word. Even before he knew what he needed. He hated the thought of you being able to see into the carnage that occupied his skull. Of course he knew that was fucking ridiculous. He didn’t even know if you knew what you could do, and if you were aware, you never showed it.
Frank hadn’t had someone to run to in a long time. Someone he didn’t feel like a burden to in doing so. It had taken him longer than he’d like to admit to be comfortably exposed with you. Slowly but surely, he tore his own guard down brick by brick as you waited patiently. It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to be a liability for you, he was also nervous about just how much of himself he could reveal without running you off. Frank had managed to find you during yet another really low point in his life; a glimmer of light through all the darkness. He still remembers the day he met you in that bookstore. He often replays that memory in his head like an old comforting home movie.
You had complimented his choice in literature as he held a worn copy of The Great Gatsby in his hands, disclosing to him that it was one of your favorites. Frank was instantly captivated by you and your sweet smile. For a good ten minutes you stood there with him, discussing books you had both read, and recommending a few of your other favorites to him that you thought he would like based on his previous reads. It made him feel so…human. There was a warmth about you that made him shiver.
To this day, Frank still doesn’t know where he found the courage to ask you to coffee, and he still has absolutely no idea why you said yes. All he knew was that he loved you, and that seemed to be enough.
I’ve been under scrutiny
You handle it beautifully
All this shit is new to me
When news broke that the Punisher was back in New York, the media had a fucking field day. Frank knew he was at fault. He had been a little too reckless and not bothered to check for cameras at the warehouse. Madani was pissed. She was giving him an earful over the phone. She wasn’t on speaker, but Frank knew you could hear every word she was saying from your spot on the couch. Every news channel seemed to be debating on the alternating justifications on why Frank was a necessary anti-hero, or why he was a psychopathic murderer. After about three minutes, you simply just shut off the tv.
Frank wasn’t even hardly paying attention to Madani’s words. Hell he didn’t even fucking care what they were saying about him on the news. If he valued public opinion, he wouldn’t be who he was. His eyes kept glancing over at you. There was a neutral look on your face, but Frank wasn’t sure if that was for your sake or his. He desperately wanted to know what was going on in your head. He didn’t know what to say. You knew who Frank was when you met, and you had never given any indication that who he really was bothered you, but that did nothing to dull the anxiety throbbing in his veins.
This was all completely unchartered territory for him, and he was absolutely lost. He had never talked to Maria about the horrors he endured and committed during his tours. Frank had vowed to keep that part of his life separate from his family when he came home. But Maria had the luxury of his anonymity. You didn’t. You didn’t have the privilege of a soldier just following orders. The evidence of his brutality was plastered everywhere for you to see. It was no longer something unspoken the two of you pretended wasn’t lurking in the shadows. It was glaring you right in the face. Frank didn’t know how you would react, and if he was being honest with himself, he was fucking scared. He didn’t want to lose the one good thing he had found that made life worth living again. He didn’t want to lose you.
Frank cut Madani’s rampage off with the pad of his thumb, placed his phone on silent, and set it face down on the counter. He would deal with that later. This was more important.
“You were never s’posed to see any of this.”
Your head perked up when his gruff voice cut through the silence. There was a tender expression in your eyes, and your lips had pulled into a sympathetic smile.
“I know. Flaunting isn’t really your style. I’m sure this will all blow over in a couple days. Dinah will calm down eventually. It’s all going to be okay, Frank.”
The conviction in your voice had a lump forming in Frank’s throat. Despite everything, here you were trying to comfort him. Frank didn’t know what to do other than settle on his knees in front of you on the floor, head nestled against your stomach as his arms wrapped tightly around your body in silent begging.
“I’m so sorry ‘bout all this, sweetheart. I didn’t…I never wanted any of this shit to come back to you.”
“Frank, you have never lied to me about who you are, and I have never pretended to not know.”
“Doesn’t mean I ever wanted you to see this side of me. I could handle you knowin’. That’s one thing. But seein’…what I do…I don’t want you to change your mind…”
Frank’s voice trailed off. He couldn’t finish that sentence. He closed his eyes as he felt your fingers carding through his hair.
“Hey, look at me.”
Frank couldn’t. He was afraid of what he would see. The disgust at his actions, the regret in your choices, the recant of your affection. It wasn’t someone else’s bullets ripping away his happiness this time. It was his own. There would be no one else to blame for this. No one else’s blood would satiate this desperate vengeance. He would have to live with his own wrath and guilt. After a moment of silence, you gently cupped his strong jaw and lifted his chin to meet your warm gaze. Frank reluctantly met your eyes, but he didn’t find the repulsion he expected. All he found was acceptance.
“I love you, Frank Castle. I know exactly who you are. I don’t need anyone else to tell me. You are the man that makes me feel safe. You are the man who makes me feel special and loved. You are the man that risks his life over and over again to protect people. You are the man that brings me daisies when you know I’ve had a bad day. You are the man that twirls me around the kitchen when we’re cooking dinner together. I know you, and I love you. Every side of you. There is nothing you, or anyone else, could ever do or say that would change the way I see you, or the way I feel about you. I promise.”
Not even Frank’s own self inflicted loathing and contempt could combat your verity. He could hear the unrelenting sincerity dripping from your words as your lips brushed past his ear. He could see the genuine devotion reflected in your eyes when he held your gaze from underneath him. He could feel the profound adoration in the gentleness of your touch, holding his face in your hands as his hips found refuge between yours. He could taste the ardent desire on your lips over and over as he made love to you right there. He could even smell the sentiment of a silent promise made from the intermingling of both of your climaxes lingering in the aftermath of his display of gratitude.
Frank didn’t know what the future held for a man like him that had ventured through hell and back several times over and cheated death more times than he could count. But he had a second chance at life, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Not when he had found you. He already felt like he won the goddamn jackpot when you agreed to that first date, and he wasn’t sure how much luck he had left to really make this work. But as long as you wanted him around, he’d be damned if he wouldn’t find a way.
I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me
So real, I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
When was the last time he had felt this happy? This…light? Frank couldn’t remember. It had to have been during the early years of being married to Maria, before he started getting deeper into classified ops that held more and more pieces of him hostage with every completed mission. Before he started to feel anxious about going home because he wasn’t sure who he was there. Before he started preferring being covered in blood dodging bullets with his unit than being around his own kids.
All of that felt like another lifetime ago. Frank supposed it was, in a way. It was all a little hazy in the back of his mind sometimes. Whether that was from the tequila you had talked him into or the way your hips were swaying to the song filling the small space of the dive bar you two had become regulars at, he wasn’t sure. Could’ve been a bit of both. But as he watched you move from across the room, a playful grin on your lips as you beckoned him over with your index finger, everything else seemed to fade away.
God, you could dance. Frank was mesmerized the first time he saw the way you could move your hips. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching you from his seat at the bar, but that was nothing compared to watching you from below that night. Frank was drawn to you like a magnet, his feet moving before his brain even caught up. He grinned when you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a dizzying kiss. Frank wrapped his arms around your waist as tightly as he could, sneaking one of his large hands up the back of your shirt to feel the warmth of the soft skin on your lower back. His hands found their way to your hips of their own accord, like they always did.
“Hey, big guy.”
“Hi darlin’.”
“You weren’t gonna come dance with me?”
“Just enjoyin’ the view, sweetheart. You know I like to watch.”
Frank reveled in the way your cheeks burned a deeper shade of red, doe eyes widening and lips parting slightly in surprise. You quickly recovered, a knowing smirk taking over your mouth as you pressed your chest against his.
“Well if you wanted a private show, all you had to do was ask.”
“That right?”
Frank dipped his head to brush his nose along the underside of your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin just below your ear before nipping at it just hard enough to earn a sharp gasp from you. He let one of his large hands trail down your lower back, giving your ass a playful smack before grabbing a handful of it and squeezing gently.
“Alright then, pretty girl. Let’s get outta here.”
There weren’t always nights like this where the two of you got to go out freely and just be a regular couple. But on the occasions where you did get a little normalcy, Frank wanted it to last forever. He didn’t even want to go to sleep those nights. He just wanted to stay in the moment with you, and milk it for all it was worth. The rare moments when he wasn’t The Punisher. He wasn’t the Marine. He wasn’t a widower that had fatherhood ripped away from him. He wasn’t weighed down by the weight of the world and another lifetime of trauma and loss.
He was just Frank, and he was just yours.
All they keep asking me
Is if I’m gonna be your bride
The only kind of girl they see
Is a one night or a wife
Curt and David had both been giving Frank hell about you. They continuously kept asking him when he was gonna “lock that shit down”. The first time he had brought you around them, they were both absolutely stunned that Frank had landed someone like you. Curt had jokingly offered to give you a head exam, and David had repeatedly asked how much Frank was paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend.
“No seriously, I lived with this asshole for several months. There’s no fucking way he landed someone like you, unless he’s paying you. Granted…he did try to steal my wife once, but that was under the guise of alcohol and desperation on her part. Is that it Frank? You just keep her drunk so she doesn’t fully see your face or recognize how much of a dick you are?”
“Oh for fucks sake Lieberman, for the last goddamn time I didn’t-sweetheart you know what, just ignore him. We all do anyway.”
“What I think D is tryin’ to say is that we think it’s great you’re so involved in charity. I mean, you’re doin’ a real public service here. We appreciate your sacrifice, truly. I ain’t seen this man smile this much in…years.”
“This is why I can’t fuckin’ take y’all anywhere, Jesus Christ.”
Despite the teasing, you had fit in effortlessly with them. Anyone passing by the table would’ve thought you had all been friends for years. There was no awkwardness or hesitation to acclimate, you had even dished back your own playful banter throughout the evening earning you eyebrows raised in surprise and prideful smirks from Frank.
“Y’all keep fuckin’ with my girl, and I ain’t gonna hold her back. She ain’t always as nice as she looks. Hell, she hits harder than both of y’all combined. Trust me.”
Curt and David both adored you, not only because of how good you were for Frank, but also because they really genuinely liked you. As the months added up to a year, they both kept pressuring Frank to take the next step in your relationship. Once they had figured out you weren’t just a fling, and that Frank had truly fallen in love with you, neither one of them could wrap their head around why he wouldn’t want to make it official. Curt knew Frank would always love Maria, and that there would never be any replacing her. But he also knew that there would never be another you. You were Frank’s second shot. There wouldn’t be a third. There wasn’t room in his heart for a third.
Frank wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were way out of his league. Not only were you absolutely way too good for him, he also thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He noticed all the eyes on you everytime the two of you went somewhere. He didn’t miss the utter confusion written evidently on guy’s faces when you reached for his hand to intertwine your fingers together or pressed a kiss to his lips with a huge grin. He resisted the urge to stalk over and snap something out of place when their disrespectful stares lasted a little too long for his liking. But you never noticed any of it. Because every time Frank brought his gaze back to you, your eyes were already on him. They were always on him.
It wasn’t that Frank didn’t see a future with you. When he thought about what the rest of his life looked like, you were always there. He loved you entirely. He just wasn’t sure if he could be a husband again. Frank had proposed to Maria three months into their relationship because she was pregnant, and it was the right decision. Not to say that they would’ve never gotten married had she not been pregnant, but everything had happened so fast. Frank became a husband and a father almost overnight. He didn’t regret a second of his marriage with Maria, but he didn’t want to repeat it. He wanted to take his time with you. Frank wanted to savor every moment with you, just as you were. No pressure, no expectations, just you and him.
You were the first person Frank had ever met that didn’t ask him to be someone else. You didn’t ask him to hide the parts of himself that were scary. You didn’t try to tame the aspects of his life that were tumultuous. You didn’t try to redirect his daunting choices. You didn’t try to pull him in a million different directions and expect him to be someone he wasn’t. You let him be exactly who he was, and loved him all the same. Frank didn’t need a piece of paper to know how much you loved him, or that you were his. You proved that to him every single day.
I find it dizzying
They’re bringing up my history
But you aren’t even listening
Madani was on a rampage. Frank hadn’t tied things up as neatly as she had wanted, and arguably had left a bit of a mess, and she was furious. Enough to show up at his front door with Mahoney ten minutes shy of five in the morning with more rage than a person should ever have that early. Since you and Frank had recently moved in together, they were also at your front door, and Frank knew that once you were awake there was no going back to sleep for you. Pushing his own annoyance to the side, Frank apologized profusely, but you simply shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to make coffee for the four of you.
She wanted Frank to go back in and finish the job, this time wrapping everything up neatly with a bow. No loose ends. No mess. But to Frank, it wasn’t worth the risk. The previous case had taken months of prep work and careful planning. The target was high profile, with even more high profile friends, and was someone the U.S. government was not technically supposed to be going after. Madani had given Frank very strict instructions, all of which he did his best to follow, but there were unforeseen complications he had to improvise with.
“It ain’t worth the risk, Madani. They know someone’s gunnin’ for ‘em now. It ain’t gonna be as easy to catch ‘em off guard again. The security this guy has now could put the fuckin’ secret service to shame.”
“I can’t just let him go, Castle. If this guy goes underground, that’s it. We won’t have another chance. This has to happen now.”
“I get that Dinah, alright I do. But there ain’t enough time to put somethin’ together that’s gonna work. We don’t even have-”
“Oh bullshit! That’s complete bullshit Frank, and you know it. If this guy had kidnapped Karen Page, you’d be there in a heartbeat and he’d be dead by now. You have no problem running straight into the fire when your own selfish interests are at risk but not when I fucking need you to.”
Frank’s jaw tensed at the mention of Karen and his eyes immediately diverted to you. You were finally making your own cup of coffee after bringing three to the table for them. If you had reacted to her name at all, Frank didn’t see it. He had mentioned Karen briefly to you once a few months ago, and how she had helped him find David. You knew she was present for his trial and had read the articles she had written about him. You knew there was a history there. Frank hadn’t really detailed exactly what that history was or meant. He had simply said she was someone he cared about and left it at that. You never asked about it again.
Mahoney seemed to follow Frank’s gaze over towards where you were leaning against the kitchen counter. His eyes lingered on Frank for a moment before he faced Madani and cleared his throat.
“I think the point you’re missing Madani is he has no trouble doing that when it comes to certain people. If that person isn’t in danger, he’s not gonna roll up guns blazing to a suicide mission.”
“Since when the hell are you on his side, Mahoney? You need this done as badly as I do.”
“I do. But we need to be smart about this, and you need to consider all the stakes that are involved, and who those consequences fall on.”
Brett motioned his head subtly in your direction, and for the first time since shoving her way in completely blinded by anger, Dinah noticed your presence. Her wrath seemed to dissipate a little as she glanced between you and Frank, detecting the somewhat pleading look in his eyes. Halting her pacing, she finally took a seat at the dining table and let out a deep exhale of understanding.
“Alright. How do we do this Frank? What’s the smartest way, what do you need from me?”
“Patience, for starters.”
“Now Frank, you know better than to taunt an angry woman that’s got a full clip without a bulletproof vest.”
Walking by to place a kiss to Frank’s head, you shot Dinah a wink and lightly squeezed Brett’s shoulder on your way back into the bedroom. Dinah looked over at Frank in amusement, a smirk completely taking over her mouth as she brought the steaming mug to her lips.
“For the record, I like her better than you.”
“Glad we’re all in agreement then. Cause I like her a hell of a lot more than you two put together.”
After Madani and Mahoney had left, Frank made his way into your shared bedroom and leaned against the doorway to the bathroom as he watched you get ready for work.
“Shoulda warned you movin’ in with me meant house calls from Madani at ungodly hours.”
“Nothing I wasn’t prepared for.”
The smile you sent Frank’s reflection in the mirror nearly made him weak in the goddamn knees.
“Can I take ya to breakfast?”
“I’d love that. I’m almost done.”
Frank watched you silently for a moment, mesmerized by all your little movements. He liked to watch you when you weren’t paying attention, when you thought no one was paying attention to you. He loved the way your nose crinkled adorably when you got embarrassed or confused, the cute little pout that formed on your lips when something wasn’t right or working, how you were always humming something when you were lost in thought. Frank pulled you into his embrace the second you turned around, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheekbone.
“I really am sorry ‘bout this mornin’. Not just, ya’know, Madani flyin’ in like a bat outta hell. What she said ‘bout Karen-”
“I know, Frank. It’s okay. She’s right, though. If Karen was involved, you wouldn’t hesitate.”
“I wouldn’t hesitate for you either.”
A shy smile took over your lips as you leaned into Frank’s embrace, gently wrapping your small hand around his wrist.
“I know that, Frank. I know you’d do it for me too. And Curtis, and David, and even Dinah and Brett. And before you even start your protest, don’t bother. Because you’ve already done it for everyone on the list. Some of them, several times.”
“Not you, though. And I hope to God it never comes to that. But if it ever does-”
“You’re wrong.”
Frank cocked his head slightly to the side, peering down at you with brows knit in confusion.
“What?”
“You’re wrong. You have done it for me.”
“When?”
“Everyday. You save me, every single day, and you have since that day in the bookstore.”
Frank stared down at you incredulously, shaking his head slowly to himself. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around you and leaned in to press his forehead against yours.
“You keep talkin’ like that, I’m gonna take you to bed instead of breakfast.”
“Why not both?”
I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me
So real, I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
When Frank had asked you what you wanted for your birthday, your answer was simple. Him. Frank argued that you had to let him get you a birthday present after you had gone all out for him, so you compromised. Time. That’s all you asked for. Just you and him, no distractions, no responsibilities, no work, no interruptions. Frank hadn’t hardly been home the past two months, and you had been putting in a few late nights of your own even when he was. Every night he was away from you made Frank wonder how the hell he ever managed to go eighteen months without Maria.
Two weeks before your birthday, Frank told you to request a few days off and pack a bag. He wouldn’t tell you why, just said to pack comfortably for cold weather. You didn’t even bother trying to get a hint out of him. The man had been trained for torture, he wasn’t going to give into your incessant childish begging when he was so committed to his surprise. He was still tight lipped as you both loaded his truck down and took off on a three hour drive upstate. When he turned off onto a winding dirt road and caught your puzzled expression, he couldn’t help but chuckle. It wasn’t until the cozy cabin finally came into view that a gasp left your mouth. Your head snapped towards him with wide eyes as he put the truck in park.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“You got me a cabin?”
Frank threw his head back and howled with laughter, reaching over to grab onto your thigh and squeeze gently as an ear splitting grin covered his mouth.
“Well hell, if I had known you wanted one, I woulda got you one. But since someone didn’t wanna give me any ideas, I had to get creative. This is all ours for the next few days. Ain’t no one around for miles. And the best part? No cell service.”
Even though there were tears in your eyes from how thoughtful Frank’s gift to you was, it didn’t stop you from climbing onto his lap and clawing at his belt with eager hands. Frank didn’t even pretend to put up a fight. It was your birthday after all. He’d give you whatever you wanted. And if you wanted to ride him in the front seat of his truck, well then it felt like his birthday too. You and Frank nearly christened every spot in that cabin in less than 24 hours. Frank fucked you in the large plush bed in the bedroom, the hot tub, on the kitchen counter, in front of the fireplace, on the dining table, in the shower, the couch, and even against a tree when you went for a walk together in the woods.
For three days it was absolute uninterrupted bliss, and Frank had never been happier. You both took turns cooking meals, even though Frank was adamant about doing most of the cooking since it was your birthday trip. He dazzled you with his baking skills when he handcrafted a red velvet birthday cake with cream cheese frosting; your favorite. You both found a beautiful trail that had a breathtaking view of a lake and had a picnic there. Frank slow danced with you around the living room with only the glow of the fire and moon to illuminate the space. It felt like a dream neither of you wanted to wake up from.
After spending nearly an hour with his head buried between your thighs and another with his hips pressed firmly to yours, Frank held you delicately against his chest. His thick fingers ran loosely throughout your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp how he knew you liked. He watched as your fingertips carefully traced scars and indentations along his chest and abdomen. Sometimes when you laid like this, you asked him the story behind each one. But tonight, you were unusually quiet. Frank lightly nudged his nose against your temple.
“What’s goin’ on up there?”
“I don’t wanna go home.”
Your voice was small and fragile, like a shattered piece of glass that hadn’t yet fallen to pieces. Frank had almost forgotten that tonight was your last night here. He had been trying to make you forget too.
“Me neither, sweetheart. We can always come back.”
You hummed quietly in response, tracing invisible words above Frank’s heart that he couldn’t quite decipher. He placed his index finger under your jaw and lightly grasped your chin to tilt your head back.
“That it?”
Frank could see the hesitation in the depths of your eyes. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, something you always did when you were contemplating your words carefully. For a second, Frank was worried he might have done something wrong, or not done something he should have.
“We can go somewhere nice for you birthday when we get back if you wanted-”
“No, no Frank that’s not it. This…this has been the most perfect and special birthday I’ve ever had. It’s the first time I’ve even enjoyed celebrating my birthday since I was a kid. I guess I’m just…feeling selfish.”
“Selfish? You’re allowed to be selfish on your birthday, darlin’. That’s kinda the whole point, ain’t it?”
“My birthday was three days ago.”
“So?”
The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of your mouth as you shook your head slowly. Frank watched as your gaze dropped back down to where your fingertips were still writing invisible words.
“C’mon baby, talk to me. Feelin’ selfish how?”
“I just…don’t wanna go home. I like this. I like having you all to myself. I like being here with you, doing all these things together, feeling like I’m your…just…it’s nice.”
“My what?”
Frank dipped his head slightly to meet your gaze, but he couldn’t catch it. Whatever you wanted to say, you were guarding it.
“Your…main priority.”
Priority wasn’t the word you wanted to use. Frank knew it as soon as the words left your mouth. You couldn’t lie to save your life. He knew there was something else you wanted to say, but he couldn’t figure out what. Neither of you kept things from the other, and he couldn’t understand why you were doing that right now. He gently grabbed your neck and held your face with his fingers, searching your eyes for any kind of clue. They were shimmering with a translucent layer of sadness, but he couldn’t tell what from.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“I know. I love you, Frank.”
“You are my main priority, baby. I want you to know that. I know I been gone a lot lately, and I’m sorry ‘bout that, but you do come first. You need me, you call me. I don’t care where I am, what time it is, or how small you may think it is. You need me, you call me, and I’m there. No questions asked. You got that?”
Nodding slowly, you closed your eyes for a moment as a tear slipped past your lashes. Frank brought his thumb up to catch it before it could descend down your cheek, holding you even tighter against his chest.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be. S’alright, honey.”
“I just miss you when you’re gone, Frank. So much. I worry about you all the time. I get scared that everytime I hear your voice on the phone might be the last…or what I would do if you didn’t come home-”
“Hey, look at me. I will always come home to you. I promise. You will always have me. Always. I miss you the second I step out that door, and all I can think about when I’m away is comin’ home to you. Nothin’ could ever keep me away from my favorite girl.”
Frank pressed his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss, lingering there for a moment as he held you tightly in his arms. He made another promise that night that once every couple of months you two would get away for a while. No distractions, no responsibilities, no interruptions. He made love to you two more times so that the only thing you could feel was him. He kept himself inside you as he wrapped you up in his body completely, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep. When the morning came, he woke you up with his head nestled between your thighs, chasing any lingering feelings of sadness away with his tongue until there was nothing left but pure gratification.
Talk your talk and go viral
I just need this love spiral
Get it off your chest
Get it off my desk
Things had been different after you and Frank got back from your trip. They were so subtle, he wasn’t entirely convinced he wasn’t going crazy and imagining things that weren’t there. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, but something was different. Something was off. He could feel it.
There was a dissonance between the two of you. Frank noticed you had become a little distant, withdrawing into yourself at times. Of course he had no room to speak, he had been guilty of doing that on several occasions. He figured you might have been going through something and needed your space until you were ready to talk about it. So, he did what you always did with him. He was patient, provided reassurance of his presence both verbally and with gestures, and gave you the space you needed.
But then a month went by, and you still hadn’t said anything. He tried to be as patient as you had been with him, but it was never his virtue. It was driving him absolutely mad trying to put together this puzzle when all the pieces were locked away in your mind. Anyone else observing you wouldn’t be able to tell you were acting differently, not even the ones that knew you. But no one knew you quite like Frank. He noticed everything about you. He saw the way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes like they normally did. He heard the detachment in your voice when he asked you about your day. He hadn’t felt the warmth of your touch in a month. Every time he managed to make it home at a decent hour, you weren’t there. You had been spending more nights at work, making up excuses about a big project with a strict deadline. But Frank knew better. He knew you were avoiding him. He just couldn’t figure out why.
He replayed the entire trip in his head over and over again, searching for anything out of place that would explain your behavior. The only thing Frank could think of was your last night at the cabin when you had gotten emotional about leaving. Frank analyzed every piece of that conversation. He thought he had done everything right that night by telling you everything that you needed to hear to put your mind at ease, and making a promise to dedicate more time together. But if more time together was what you wanted, why were you pulling away?
Frank couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t be as patient as you. Something was wrong, and the uncertainty was driving him fucking crazy. He managed to easily find a way into your building, a concern he would discuss with you at a later time, and was barreling towards your office. The space was dark and quiet, seemingly empty, but he could see the light on through your window. Frank shut and locked the door as soon as he stepped through, barricading the door with his large frame. There was nowhere for you to run. The only way out was through him, and he wasn’t letting you leave until you talked to him.
“Frank? What are you-”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what. You’ve been off since we got home. Now look…I’ve tried, alright? I’ve tried to give you space until you were ready to talk about whatever the hell this is, and ya’know be patient until you were ready to come to me…but you’re not comin’ to me. You’re hidin’ from me. Why?”
“I’m not hiding from you, Frank.”
“Yes you are. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you’ve been spendin’ almost every night here instead of at home with me. That’s why you keep tryin’ to lie when we both know you’re fuckin’ terrible at it. Ya’know I thought…I thought we didn’t do that. I thought we agreed ya’know, no secrets. No lies. So…what is it?”
The silence in the room was deafening and nearly drowned out the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. For the first time in a very long time, Frank was fucking terrified. He had no idea what was going on with you. He had no idea what he had done wrong. He didn’t like the way your face twisted up in remorse and confusion. He hated that you wouldn’t look at him. He would’ve rather faced down the barrel of a loaded gun than whatever the fuck was about to happen right now. Frank took a step forward, his eyes darting back and forth fervently as he searched your face for something, anything. His voice was gentle and laced with pure vulnerability as he pleaded with you.
“Please just…please just talk to me. Please, sweetheart. Just…tell me what’s goin’ on. I can’t…I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what the problem is. Please tell me.”
Frank watched closely as you rubbed your palms slowly down your face, looking anywhere but at him as you glanced around your office. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, and Frank’s fingers twitched at his sides in anxious anticipation.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Frank.”
Your words caught him completely off guard, and he blinked a few times as confusion settled between his dark brows.
“What?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you finally lifted your head to meet Frank’s unrelenting gaze. You gave a light shrug of your shoulders as a tiny melancholic smile covered your lips.
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Frank I…I know you love me. I know that, okay. But…is that it?”
Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you. He could see that you were waiting for an answer, but he couldn’t figure out what the hell the question was.
“I’m not followin’, sweetheart. Is what it?”
“Is that all there is? I mean am I…am I it? Because you are Frank. You are it for me. I know what I want from you, but I have no idea if you want it too, or if you even want it at all. I don’t know what you want.”
“Sweetheart, what I want is you. Is that not clear?”
“Yeah but for how long, Frank?”
Frank stared at you silently, feeling completely lost within your riddle. He was trying his hardest to follow along, but a piece of the puzzle was still missing. You were still holding something back. He wasn’t sure if it was the same piece you withheld that last night at the cabin, but it was preventing him from being able to see the whole picture.
“What do you want?”
“Frank-”
“Say it. Whatever it is you been too scared to say, just say it. I’m not gonna understand until you tell me, so just get it off your chest.”
Hesitation flashed across your face, and he could practically feel the uneasiness radiating off of you. Frank watched as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth and took a few steps forward to gently pry it away with his thumb. He reached out to take one of your small hands in his, brushing his thumb lightly over the back of your knuckles before giving it a delicate reassuring squeeze.
“Talk to me.”
“I want a future, Frank. I want a future with you. I want everything with you.”
“You don’t think I want that?”
“I don’t know, Frank. You’ve never mentioned it, we’ve never talked about it. I don’t know what you really want. I know that I love you, and I want to be with you. Always. You’re it for me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want a life together. I want…a family. Our family. I just…I don’t know if you want any of those things.”
It was your turn to be nervous as Frank stared down at you silently while processing your words. Once everything clicked in his brain, he felt like a fucking idiot. He had told everyone that he wanted a future with you. Everyone except you, apparently. He hadn’t told you that whenever he thought about his future, you were at the center of it. He hadn’t told you that you were it for him too. He hadn’t explained why he never mentioned marriage or starting a family to you. Hell, he hadn’t even stopped to consider if those were things you even wanted. Not once in the past year and a half had he bothered to ask.
You had tried to subtly give him a hint that last night at the cabin. Frank had a sudden epiphany as your words echoed in his head. I like being here with you, doing all these things together, feeling like I’m your…main priority. He knew you hadn’t meant to say priority, but it wasn’t until now that he realized what you were actually trying to say.
Your wife. Your partner. Your future.
“A family?”
“Yes, Frank. A family.”
The sincerity in your voice absolved any remaining apprehensions Frank had about making it all official. He could do this again. He could do it with you. He knew you didn’t need a piece of paper either to know how much he loved you, but if it made you feel more secure in your future together, he would do it. He would do anything for you. Frank shoved everything off of your desk quickly before lifting you by your hips to set you up on top of it. His hands were in the middle of pushing your dress up your thighs when you placed your palms against his chest and laughed nervously.
“Frank, what are you doing?”
“You want a baby sweetheart? I’ll give you one. Right now.”
“Frank-”
“You just tell me what kind of ring you want. You got it.”
“Frank I…I don’t…I didn’t mean right now. We don’t have to figure this all out right now. I just…wanted to know what you wanted. If…if you wanted a future with me too. I mean…I want you to want this too. I don’t want you to do it just because it’s what I want. If you-”
Frank cupped your face in his large hands and leaned in to kiss your lips softly. He sighed in content against your mouth, nuzzling his nose against your own. He pressed his forehead to yours as he started deeply down into your eyes.
“I love you. I love wakin’ up next to you. I love that you’re the last thing I see when I close my eyes at night. I wanna spend the rest of my life lovin’ you. Ya’know after Maria…I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to do any of that again. I wasn’t sure if I could. But if that’s what you want, then I want it too. We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”
“Really?”
“When you’re ready, I’m ready. I promise.”
I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me
So real, I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
You and Frank were not a traditional couple. You never had been. There was nothing traditional or normal about your relationship, but neither one of you seemed to really care. Everything between the two of you had always happened exactly as it was supposed to. You did everything on your own terms, at your own pace, and only followed your own expectations that you two had established together. Now that you were both on the same page about your future together, you simply decided to let the rest of the pieces come together when it was their time.
Over the course of the next year, you and Frank only fell harder and more deeply in love. True to his word, Frank made sure that you two had some little getaway planned every three months. The walls of your home were filled with little snippets of your favorite memories from your trips together. There were even a few that Curt and David along with the rest of the Lieberman family had joined you on. You started your own holiday traditions of spending them with yours and Frank’s chosen family, and David’s kids were absolutely thrilled when you got Frank a puppy for Christmas last year. Frank had even let them have the honor of naming him which is how you ended up with an adorable big baby of a pit bull named Zeo, a combination of their names.
Life was so full for the two of you, it never felt like anything was missing. There were only more things you wanted to add to it. Frank eventually found himself at complete peace with the idea of becoming a husband and father again. There was no pressure of expectations or rush to catch up with anyone else. He had simply healed enough to make that choice of his own accord. Being your husband was what Frank genuinely wanted for himself. He wanted to be a complete unit with you; a team. For your three year anniversary, Frank took you back to that same cabin and proposed to you in front of the golden glow of the fireplace. A month later, you had a small intimate little ceremony at that beautiful spot by the lake you had found during your first exploration.
There was nothing traditional about it, but it was perfect. David got ordained and performed the ceremony, asking you three times if you were absolutely sure you wanted to be legally bound to Frank forever. Curt and Sarah stood by yours and Frank’s sides. Zach and Leo were the ring bearer and flower girl. You and Frank had even gotten Zeo a little bowtie for his collar. The “reception” took place at yours and Frank’s favorite diner in town. Instead of wedding cake, you two shoved apple pie in each other's faces. The celebrations continued at the bar across the street where you toasted with cheap wine and shots of tequila. Your first dance was to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons because it was the best choice on the jukebox. That night you and Frank made love more times than you could count.
A few months later when you both decided you were ready to start a family, you left it all up to chance. You weren’t actively trying, but you also weren’t using protection. Whenever it was meant to happen, it would. Seven months later you found out you were pregnant. The grin on Frank’s face when you told him the news was composed of pure happiness. Neither of you wanted to know what you were having until the baby was born, but you picked out names that you both absolutely loved either way. Frank was present for every big and little moment of your pregnancy. All the appointments, hearing the heartbeat for the first time, feeling the first little movements and kicks. All those little things and moments he had missed both times Maria was pregnant he was now getting to experience fully with you. He was there for every second of your labor, letting you grip his hand as tightly as you needed, getting you anything you wanted, showering you in praise and encouragement when it was time to push.
Frank sobbed proudly when he held his baby girl in his arms for the first time. He was in complete awe of the beautiful creature the two of you had created together in pure love. He still questioned relentlessly what he had done so right to deserve this life; this second chance. There were still so many moments he doubted whether he was deserving of happiness. But here he was, holding his happiness in his arms. His second chance. His future. Frank wanted to stay in this moment forever.
#frank castle#frank castle x y/n#frank castle x you#frank castle x reader#frank castle x female reader#frank castle x f!reader#frank castle x fem!reader#frank castle fic#frank castle smut#the punisher fic#the punisher smut#curtis hoyle#david lieberman#sarah lieberman#karen page#dinah madani#brett mahoney
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Hi! Can I request for something similar to that Dori/niragi smut but make it Nijiro with fem reader watching Alice in Borderland and reader gets horny bcs of chishiya so Nijiro gave her Chishiya in bed hehe
Tysm and have a great dayyy!
yes ofc! i will post it tomorrow! i’m sorry it took me a little while to respond i have been a little busy but i’ll have it posted tomorrow! thank you for the request have a great day/night <3
You and your lovely boyfriend Nijiro were in your shared bedroom watching the new season of Alice in Borderland. You have already watched the first season and are very familiar with his character, Chishiya.
You would be lying if you said his character was attractive, you would also be lying if you said Chishiya didn’t get you horny. You tied to argue that you were busy because you didn’t want him to see your reactions to Chishiya.
But he didn’t listen to you and came over to your apartment anyways, so here you are laying in bed with Nijiro watching Chishiya play The Jack of Hearts game. You felt your panties dampen at how smart Chishiya is.
“Are you okay y/n?” Nijiro looked over at you seeing your flushed cheeks.
“Yeah i’m okay, it’s just a little hot in here” he nodded at you and you guys went back to watching the show. You guys are finally getting closer to the end, but right now you guys are at The King of Diamonds. You guess Nijiro saw the way you were looking at Chishiya and he leaned over and placed kissed on your neck.
“Nijiro w-what are you doing”
“You like Chishiya a lot huh?” Of course you did, its your boyfriends character.
“Why are you blushing so much?” He came up from your neck pressing his soft lips against yours. His hand came up to fondle with your breasts causing a gasp to come out of you.
He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
“Nijiro what about the show” He reached over to the remote and paused it.
“We’ll finish it later, I want you right now” he took of my shirt and started making hickeys on your collarbone. While doing that Nijiro Chishiya unclipped the back of your bra taking it off.
He pulled away from you taking his shirt off. Your reached up to him running your hands down his chest to his waist pulling him back down to kiss you again. Nijiro Chishiya pulled away and sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth.
Your hands were tangled in his hair, you felt his free hand toying with the hem of your sweat pants.
“Pl-ease just take them off” you choked out wanting more from him.
“Be patient y/n, let me take my time” usually he was more desperate, but this time he’s not the desperate one..you are.
Nijiro Chishiya finally pulled away from your breasts and went down to your pants.
“You want me to take them off?” He also never teases you like this. You nodded at him vigorously, and he responded by pulling your pants down to see a wet patch in your panties.
“This wet for me huh?” he placed a kiss over your clothed clit which drew a whine out of you. Nijiro Chishiya pulled your underwear to the side and pushed 2 finger inside you, his thumb resting on your clit.
He began pumping his fingers into you slowly, you knew he was trying to tease you and you didn’t like it.
“Please stop teasing me” he looked up at you, his fingers coming to a halt.
“Fine, hopefully your stretched out enough for me.” Nijiro Chishiya pulled his fingers out of you and came up to you so he could look you in the eyes.
You didn’t even notice that he took his pants off already when you felt him push his tip into you. Nijiro Chishiya fully pushed into you letting you adjust to him.
“S-shit, please Nijiro move” Nijiro Chishiya instantly started rolling his hips, also as desperate as you but not showing it. He grabbed your thigh bringing it up over his sholder to reach deeper.
Nijiro Chishiya new he hit your sweet spot when you let out a loud cry. His tip kept tapping your sweet spot over again bringing you closer to orgasm.
“Fuck Nijiro! i’m close” He felt you clench around him. That brought him close as well.
“Shit y/n keep clenching around my cock, i’m close to” You both reached your climax’s and he slowly pulled his cock out of you.
Nijiro picked you up and sat you on the counter in your bathroom running you guys a warm bath.
“I think it warm enough now.” he whispered into your ear and picked you up and placed you into the bath tub.
“I can walk you know” you said looking at him while he stepped into the tub as well.
“I know” He responded pulling you onto him so your back was against his chest. You both stayed there for a few minutes till Nijiro sat up and grabbed the shampoo putting some in his hands.
He ran his fingers through your hair massaging the shampoo into your scalp. You did the same for him after you rinsed you hair. You both washed yourself and dried off.
Nijiro grabbed the brush and gently brushed your hair for you. You tried to take the brush from him to do his but he already did his. He pulled you over to the bed and got you two under the covers.
“Goodnight Nijiro i love you”
“I love you to y/n”
I hope you enjoyed!! :)
#aib#alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro#aib chishiya#shuntaro chishiya x reader#nijiro murakami#nijiro murakami x reader#chishiya smut#nijiro smut#netflix#nijiro murakami smut
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//hiii im that anon from before!! wrote this quick blurb for you because im too shy to actually post it but i hope you like it!!
usually, you're able to be patient while matt finishes his work. in fact, you pride yourself in it. the way he smiles at you as he slips his coat onto your shoulders, ready to take you home and away from his office, it fills you with pride.
except for tonight.
you're tired. you had a long day at work, and now matt is ignoring you. but you know that he knows how frustrated and worked up you are.
half because he's just that good at reading you, half because you're hanging all over him. your head is on his shoulder as you sit in his lap, trying to get his attention as he listens to the latest case he has to work on.
and on top of that, you're rolling your hips against him, and whining. at some point, he grabs your chin in his hand.
"quit the whining, bun." he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, a sharp contrast to his sharp words. "you know i don't want to be rough with you after a long day. i'd much rather take care of you." he hums, his hands beginning on your knees, slowly inching up towards your panties.
you weigh your options.
"make me." you tell him. you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off. with ease, he picks you up off his lap and puts you on the floor, not exactly gently. you look up at him confused, before he just clicks his tongue, something he does every time the two of you start a game like this.
"i know you know better than to just sit there and look at me all dumb, baby." he says, his foot positioned perfectly for you to ride his boot. "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt." he hums, and then he turns his attention back to his work.
selfishly, you do just that. you begin to hump against his boot, and when you begin to let out a whine, matt's hand is in your hair. he pushes your hair back, before pulling on it with all of his pent up frustration.
when you let out a loud whine at this, he just rolls his eyes.
"gotta be quiet, bunny." he hums. "don't want daddy to think you're enjoying this, do we?"
you shake your head, and he mocks the shaking of your head with a wicked smirk. you try and hide your face in the fabric of his pants as you rutt against his boot, but he pulls your hair again.
his hand finds your chin, and he squeezes your face so that your mouth is in the shape of an 'o', before leaning down and spitting in your mouth-- you do not try and stop him, just letting out a soft whimper. before you can really react though, his hand moves from his grip on your chin, before slipping two fingers into your mouth.
you immediately latch onto them, happily sucking on his fingers, not minding so much when he toys with you, slowly pushing his fingers back to gag you, just to smell your salty tears in the air as you gag against his fingers.
every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements.
"every time you whine, i get distracted and lose my place, mutt. keep it up and i'll never finish my work, and you'll spend all night riding my boot without cumming. don't make me repeat myself, honey," he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your head, "dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?"
putting this under read more bc i want ppl to read n reblog - pls 🙏
MEAN!MM? 😳 BOOTRIDING? 😳 "DUMB MUTT""?!?!?!?! 😵💫 WAIT DID YOU WRITE THIS OR DID I HOW DID YOU REACH INTO MY BRAIN AND PULL OUT ALL MY FANTASIES NONNIE SOBBBBBBBBBB
i felt a dizzying flush come over me @ "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt" i had to close out of this ask and go back in bc . ok. like i need to be his dumb mutt so bad. i need him to verbally degrade and bully and stand over her n tug on her hair and step on her a lil while she's crawlin aronud on all fours abd blame it on her bein dumb and an easy target *—*
"dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?" OUGH and "you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off." SCREAM no bc what is it about this man bein unrelengting but not raising his voice that is so brain-metlingly hot i need him to beat me up while shushing me which speaking of-
"every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements." sorry but i need him to shush me the way he was doing to that dude in s1e2 before he threw him off a building . u are EVIL for putting this image in my head i need to mayhaps jump off a building.. ALSO the spitting in her mouth and finger-fucking it deeper oh nonnie i dob't feel so well i don't thibk . fuzzy brain disesase taking hold yowling really really really loud
seriosuly nonnie did you steal this from my brain because thisis eveything i want i do not deserve u thank you so much holy fkn shit i jus keep rereading this..
#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x reader#mean!matt murdock#i love you so much this is like the best thing thats ever happened to this silly blog#if you ever want to promote any of your stuff i'd love to rblog - jus lemme know who you are in dm or put me in your taglists! ur magical#with words 🫶#inbox
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Jess McCready cuddle fluff imagine pls
HEY!
Sorry, it took me a while to post this.
Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm slowly coming back with imagines from other fandoms and, as I'm missing aloto these days (I'm still not over it), I thought I needed to post one.
Enjoy!
Please be patient with the asks, it takes me a while, but I'll do it!
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Grumpy Kid | Jess McCready x Fem!Reader
PROMPT: When you date someone who apparently doesn't like physical touch and you're secretly crazy about spooning.
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It was raining. And you were accompanying your newest girlfriend's baseball team on a trip out of the state they usually stayed in.
It was common that early in the morning, before the game, the Rockford Peaches would go out to practice a little, and you would follow Jess there too, from the stands. But you had met the bad weather, and that was common as well.
Now, without practice or games, the girls tried to have fun the way they liked best. Some had gotten involved in a game of chess, others were drinking and smoking, some were sleeping peacefully. You and Jess were just relaxing, in the room she shared with Greta, her forcefully cutting her nails while you were in bed, feet up.
"You're going to come to bed, aren't you?"
Jess looked at you. "All I'm missing is my big toe. And then I'll go, yes."
You smiled, knowing she was serious. But of course, your girlfriend's stay in bed came with a price: no spooning.
Jess wasn't fond of physical touch, and that was clear from the moment you met, in a gay bar at the game the girls played in your state. She tried really hard to ask you to dance with her and was a little afraid when you rested your face on her chest in the middle of the slow song.
It kind of confused you at first, but now, it was a matter of habit, more than anything.
As she had said before, she finished doing her toe nails and threw herself on the bed, surprisingly opening her arms and looking at you as if to say: "come to my hug", which was unheard of.
"Don't get used to it, just so you have something better to lie on than those hard, horrible pillows, God..."
You smiled and nodded, hugging her and laying your head on her chest. Jess didn't hug you or anything, just kept her arms up, sighing.
"I wish we could practice, this is so unfair," she complained, sighing again. You looked at her with a frown.
"Unless you want to catch a cold, of course, I agree."
Jess looked back at you and chuckled. "Then you would take care of me," she laughed again. "Oh come on, (Y/N), don't make that face."
You raised your arms in surrender and she laughed. Then, she dodged when you tried to touch her chest, caressing her.
"Jess..."
"We've already talked about this, love."
"But the weather is perfect for cuddling...", you pouted and she laughed. "Please..."
Jess rolled her eyes playfully and continued with her arms up, not making a point of hugging you. Until you threw yourself at her and surprised her, in a good way.
"(Y/N), what the actual fuck?", she whispered, not in an angry way, just confused, her way.
"Okay, my bad. I was just trying", you explained, now feeling guilty. Jess looked at you with teary eyes and a frown, then grabbed your chin with her pincer finger and lifted it.
Her little eyes... Jess McCready was definitely tough and a lot stronger than she even looked, but she was just as affectionate when she was with you, especially.
"It's okay, baby, I know," she whispered. "I'm the one who owes you an apology. I was too rude this time, sorry."
"No, love... You were just being you."
You laughed and pressed your nose against hers, which she allowed, without fear, without backing down this time. Jess pulled you closer, holding you by the waist, and then rested her chin on the top of your head.
"I think I'm starting to like the idea of spooning in the rain. You’re very comfortable, (Y/N).”
"You think?"
Jess nodded, and the minutes-long kiss she gave you afterwards was breathtaking.
"My comfy girl..." she whispered, laughing. "But please, just don't tell the girls that we're spooning, okay?"
“Okay, grumpy kid,” you teased back, laughing. "Okay, that would be a good name for a superhero, hmm?"
Jess rolled her eyes, but didn't let go of you, not even with the bad jokes you made for the rest of the time you were there, until the rain stopped for good.
#lgbt#romance#oneshot#imagine#fluff#aloto x reader#aloto#a league of their own x reader#a league of their own#jess mccready#jess mccready x reader#she's too cute i wanna kiss all over her face#ok next one is a prompt from heathers should be out soon also don't worry
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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC
Chapter Ten (nsfw)
Pairing: Austin Butler x OC
Warnings: smut (minors dni pls), oral (f receiving), mentions of past pregnancy scare, mentions of m*sturbation/ use of toys, anxiety, a little bit of dirty talk but nothing heinous.
Word Count: 2574
>> super long A/N sorry but pls read!! first off I just wanna say that the fact The Extra has gotten 1k more reads on Wattpad since I last updated is literally insane. wtf. thank you all so much. it is also very close to 1k hits on ao3, which I'm super thankful for. I wanna mention that this chapter's smut is relatively tame compared to chapter six, so if you didn't want to read that chapter due to the graphicness of it, then this chapter is safe lol!! I know this chapter is fairly short compared to others, but I think what I wrote will suffice for now. I wanted to get this posted since it's been a few days. I'm still trying to get my creative juices flowing again. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter despite it being a little dry, but we're in between plot points, so nothing eventful is happening for now. also if the flow of this is weird (or if any of it is, really) I apologize, I didn't feel like reading over it sksks I needed to post something asap
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June 2020
To say I’m beginning to go insane is an understatement. I’m growing more and more frustrated by the day, and no matter what I do, nothing seems to help. I’ve been patient and understanding, but it’s been months. You’d think that Austin and I would’ve had sex again by now. But that isn’t the case. I usually don’t mind not having sex, but being in constant close proximity is challenging. We only get as far as intense makeout sessions nowadays. Nothing more. I know Austin has a drive because I’ll hear him in the shower getting off. I’ve offered to please him, but he just waves me off when I ask, saying he doesn’t need it. I’m beginning to think I’ve either done something, the false pregnancy scared him, or maybe he’s not sexually attracted to me anymore. I guess it’s time to put it to the test. I ordered a lingerie set a month ago for my birthday that I didn’t get to wear. It’s Austin’s favorite color, so hopefully, it’ll catch his eye, and I can get him to open up.
Austin is in the living room watching TV, taking a break from running lines, or studying Elvis. I’m in our bedroom straightening things up and putting things away. As far as Austin knows, I’m just making the bed and folding laundry. But I’ve now completed those tasks, and I’m wearing the set underneath a silk robe while lying on the bed. I open the robe up enough to where you can plainly see the lingerie. I decide now is the time to text Austin.
Can you come in here?
After a few moments, I can hear his footsteps approaching the door, and I almost feel nervous about him seeing me like this. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything extravagant for Austin. I hope this isn’t a mistake. He opens the door to the bedroom, not paying attention to me at first. A shocked expression comes over him when he looks up and locks eyes with mine. Austin furrows his eyebrows at me, taking cautious steps towards the bed. I stare at him through my eyelashes, running a seductive hand across my body.
“Like what you see?” I ask, breaking the silence.
Austin’s breath hitches as he nods slowly. I beckon him to me with my index finger, but he stays put. He seems nervous.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I’m a little concerned now.
“Nothing,” Austin says as his voice cracks.
I scramble up from my lying position and immediately walk over to him, putting his face in my hands, “No, something is wrong. You can tell me.”
Austin keeps his eyes downcast.
“Austin, why won’t you make love to me?” I ask sadly, moving my face in a way that forces eye contact.
He finally does meet my eyes as he takes his lip between his teeth, “I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you or get you pregnant, and I know you don’t want that,” Austin says quietly.
“Why would you hurt me? If this is about last time, that was different. We were different,” I shake my head, “Condoms are also a thing, Aus. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Austin doesn’t respond, his eyes still on mine. Defeatedly, I pull my hands from his cheeks and tie the robe back closed.
“No,” Austin stops my hands, “You don’t have to do that.”
“What’s the point of showing off if you won’t do anything about it?” I frown, letting my arms fall to my sides.
“I like looking at you,” Austin whispers, tracing a finger along my jaw, “You’re beautiful, Ro.”
I avoid his eyes, quickly covering myself and tying the robe up anyway, “I understand if you’re still scared, and I’m sorry for this.”
Embarrassment doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I know I should appreciate that Austin wants to look at me, but knowing I was nearly naked for no tangible outcome, makes me feel foolish. I should have figured he didn’t want to have sex no matter what I tried to do. I feel so inconsiderate, and I know it’s irrational, but I just want to hide.
“You aren’t the one who should be sorry. I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you deserve. Because you definitely deserve it, baby,” Austin says as he pulls me to him by my hips.
Now it’s my turn to stay quiet with my eyes turned away. I don’t feel in the mood anymore, and it’s not like I need to anyway. Sex usually isn’t that important to me. Still, before we broke up, we never went for entire months without doing anything. And the last time Austin and I had any form of sex, it was rough, wild, and unexpected. Plus, we weren’t together and happy. Now that we are happy, not having a sex life makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong, as silly as it sounds.
“Did I do something?” I sigh.
“No,” Austin says with a serious look on his face, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Roman. I’ve just been so focused on the movie, and I’ve been worrying about possibly fucking everything up again. I’m sorry for not taking care of you.”
I nod, fiddling nervously with the robe string, “I understand. I just wish you’d get out of this weird phase of not communicating with me.”
“I worry too much about losing you,” Austin grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You aren’t going to lose me. But please go back to telling me what bothers you before it becomes a problem, okay?” I say.
“Okay,” he says before running his thumb over my bottom lip, “My beautiful girl.”
Austin leans down to capture my lips with his softly, his hands holding my head and jaw. My hands rest on his chest as he deepens the kiss, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. I let him in, allowing him to explore my mouth slowly. The kiss is hot and open-mouthed, and Austin wastes no time pulling the string to my robe. Without breaking the sensual kiss, he pushes the robe off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Austin lets his hands slide from my head to my neck, then over my chest and down my sides. He grips my hips, drawing delicate circles with his thumbs into the lace. Austin latches his teeth onto my bottom lip and pulls it forward, opening his eyes to watch as he does. He lets go of it as a trail of spit connects our mouths.
Austin takes one of his hands from my hips and cards it through my hair, letting his fingers rest on my scalp. He grips my hair and pulls my head back slightly, exposing my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck, leaving little nips here and there. Austin isn’t viciously biting me this time. The only sound in the room is his lips against my skin and my labored breathing. He brings his other hand up from my hips and slips a finger underneath the lacy bra strap, lifting it as far as it’ll go before letting it snap back to my shoulder. He then pulls the strap down, letting it rest against my upper arm as he repeats the same action to the other strap. Austin’s lips still haven’t left my neck, and they travel to my collarbone, edging closer to my breasts. He reaches behind my back and unclasps the bra, letting it fall down my back and onto the floor. Austin pulls away from my collarbone and starts backing me towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I let myself fall onto it. I move up to the top of the bed where the pillows are, letting my head rest on them as Austin cages my body with his arms.
“Now,” he smiles, his gold necklace dangling right above my face, “Let me make love to you,” he says, referring to my earlier question.
Austin resumes his sultry kisses on my collarbone, slowly descending to my breasts. He kisses the skin of them, avoiding where I want him most. I glide my fingers through his hair once he finally attaches his mouth to one of my nipples. Austin flicks his tongue across it before taking it back into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth. My legs involuntarily squeeze together at the sharp feeling, but Austin takes notice and spreads my legs apart. He focuses on the other nipple as his entire hand takes up my thigh, pressing his fingertips into it. He lets his body rest against the mattress between my legs. Austin busies his hands by twisting and pulling at my nipples as he kisses my stomach, making his way down the hem of my lacy underwear. I let out a small whimper at the overstimulation of my breasts, squirming a little as Austin runs his tongue along the skin at the edge of the lace. Before he continues further, he sits up and pulls his shirt off. I hurriedly drink in his body until he lays back down on his chest. Of course, I’ve seen him shirtless since we last had sex, but when we’re intimate, it’s something else entirely.
Austin plays with the lacy fringe of my underwear, pulling it and letting it snap back much like he did with my bra straps.
“Please,” I say, putting my hand back in his hair and running my fingers through it, “I need your mouth.”
“Getting tired of your hand, darling? I’m sorry,” Austin teases, slowly pulling the lace piece down my legs.
I can’t help but scoff at his comment, “My hand and vibrator can only do so much, you know.”
He looks up at me through his lashes, darting his tongue out to lick his lips, “As much as I’d like to see that, I’ll take care of you this time.”
Before I can respond, Austin takes his fingers and spreads me open further, his eyes taking in the sight of my glistening pussy.
“So wet for me already, hmm? Been too long?” he smirks before spreading my slick around with his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to lick off.
“Yes, it has,” I say shakily, “Now, please stop teasing.”
Austin wastes no time flattening his tongue and licking a fat stripe from my entrance to my clit, moving his tongue back and forth against the bundle of nerves at an agonizing pace. He has one hand on my hip to keep me pressed to the mattress while the other one keeps me open for him. Austin makes a point to circle and flick my clit with his tongue slowly. Almost as if he wants to relish this for time lost.
“Missed how good you taste,” he says, lapping up the never-ending arousal that seeps out.
I throw my head back against the pillows, fisting the sheets and Austin’s hair. He traces the outline of my entrance with his fingertip, and I try to buck my hips towards his face to no avail. Austin’s hand is too heavy on my hip. Sitting up again, he pulls both his underwear and sweats down his legs, kicking them off the rest of the way. Before doing anything else, he moves over to the bedside table and retrieves the box of condoms I stashed months back. Austin rips one open with his teeth before pumping himself a few times, rolling the condom on. I watch as he drags his tip along my folds, gathering the slick before pushing into me slowly. His hands hold onto my hips, grasping them as he pushes himself deeper. I let out a cry of near relief at the stretch of his cock inside me. Finally.
“Fuck, Aus, you feel so good,” I moan, biting my lip as I look up at him.
Austin’s hair falls into his face as he pulls out before thrusting back in, slowly gaining a rhythm. He lowers himself against my body, letting go of me and grabbing both my hands. He then puts our hands on both sides of my head, holding onto them as he moves his hips fluidly against mine.
Austin leans down to kiss my lips, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I smile before kissing back.
He thrusts at a different angle and hits a spot within me that sends me reeling, “Oh god, right there, Aus.”
Austin continues moving his hips in favor of hearing me moan when his tip hits the sweet spot. I don’t even have to let him know I’m close because he groans at the feeling of me clenching around him. He slams into me at a rapid pace, chasing both our highs. Austin kisses along my jaw and down my neck as his hips begin sputtering, the erratic thrusts sending me over the edge. My cries of pleasure cause Austin to release with a shaky moan as his hands grip mine. After removing and disposing of the condom, he lays down next to me and pulls me into his chest. He nuzzles his face into my neck.
“I’m sorry that took so long,” Austin jokes.
“Honestly, the build-up made it worth it,” I chuckle and wrap my arms around his, which are encircling my waist.
“What do you wanna do for the rest of the evening?” he asks.
“I wanna just lay here for a few and then maybe practice some lines with you,” I say, “We haven’t practiced the scenes we’re together in for a while.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Austin buries his face deeper into my neck.
While I have time to think while lying in bed, I decide maybe I should tell the rest of the friend group that Austin and I are dating. I probably should mention that we already know each other too, unless they’ve caught on as Tom and Dacre did. Still, lying isn’t necessary anymore. If Austin and I showed up to set in a few months and had obvious chemistry, it would make people confused and suspicious. Yes, we did spend a lot of time together during these few months, but the chemistry we already had is incomparable to what a new relationship’s vibe would be. Austin and I definitely do not have the same feelings we had when we first met, and since we’ve gotten back together, our bond has gotten more intense. Mainly because we’re constantly with each other, so it would make sense to just explain our situation to those important to us.
The rest of the evening is spent running through the scene where Elvis is in Priscilla’s bedroom in Germany. Austin and I are sitting on the floor by the couch, repeatedly going over the same lines until we get them just right. We have about four more months until Baz suspects we will resume shooting; however, he is particular about getting things perfect. So is Austin. Even with my boyfriend being picky about how things sound, he still asks me for advice on how to articulate a line or where to put emphasis on a word. If Austin still asks me for guidance on line reading after working diligently to become Elvis, maybe I am cut out for this actress thing after all.
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Hi guys super important: pls read
Im generally not happy, im not happy drawing cats, im not excited to look at tumblr anymore, im not even happy to see my limited amount of mutuals because ive driven a LOT of rlly nice moots away and i just feel guilty because i feel like such a bad person for doing so.
Im done running from my problems with myself and people I’ve hurt and i really want to take a step back and take a breather, ive been personally going through a lot and I’ve been way more unintentionally aggressive since last year, i don’t mean to be aggressive i’m just not a good person and i can’t be as patient or as positive as people on here, in some way i don’t fit here because ist just been so bad.
Ive mainly pushed nicer ppl away like sootslash (a reason i havent interacted with their art in a looong time) or zee and sam and other people because of my bad behavior and bad attitude, i dont want them to deal with it, so i block them or ghost them to avoid any confrontation.
I an aware there is much more necessary ways to deal with my problems and people but i am not good at doing any of that, I’m not blaming them and im not victimizing myself im being straight out: i am not a good person, nor am i patient, there is something wrong
So, I’m backing off tumblr, im backing off posting art besides posting for comms maybe, i dont have anyone to back me up or help me get on my feet stably again, so I am starting from the bottom in hopes of being more mentally stable and a nicer, patient, better person.
Please do not take it personal if i had blocked, ghosted or have said something generally fucked, again, ive been very unstable since last year and very slowly im trying to heal. I am also aware this isn’t a good excuse but its true; i just don’t know how to handle confrontation in general. Im sorry ill be gone for a little bit and that this is everywhere, i will come back another day as a better person and a more open minded person in general. Bye guys ❤️
#//important#im just.. really fucking depressed right now#i give up fighting myself#i know i cant just magically wipe my issues away#theres generally something wrong with me#and its okay if you dont like that#you can go#but for now im leaving#this wont be a long break#goobie bites
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rant ahead:
hellooo people. it's been a while since i posted. hope you all are healthy. not that anybody cares (if you do, thank you) i've been very busy these past two to three months. my masters degree is almost halfway done- we're still wrapping up the second semester and after that, i only have to work on my thesis, practically from home, which means i get to have free time too.
but i want to use that time to explore my options, find where i fit in, and work. i'm a linguistics major and i want to explore both in and out of that field when i start working for real. i decided to try a lot of things because i can always resort to studying further, or teaching in a school or college, or writing professionally or something, but i want to do more than that. so wish me luck, pray that i find a place and skill i'm comfortable working with!
i haven't given up writing fics. i know some of you miss me and are patiently waiting for me to put out another piece. thank you for supporting me so far! i have a few work in progress actually- slowly working on them since finishing my assignments before the deadlines is my top priority these days, but gosh, am i writing fics. so here's what's happening:
a wooyoung fic bc i only have one of him so far lol. i keep changing the whole thing because i want to make it scream wooyoung. it's getting somewhere. it's royal (i keep writing royal aus i should just make it my concept) and it's gonna be funny (i hope). let's hope i can actually finish the thing and not give up.
another is a... (drum rolls) take me home spinoff! it's a san story, there's an original character, and it can be read as a stand alone too (though you might want to read take me home bc it's fun pls go read) bc i keep providing history there. i'm going to make take me home a whole fucking universe and write spinoffs for a few, if not all the members. it's going to be dark. i'm very speedily writing it. what motivated me were quite a few people both on tumblr and wattpad simping for take me home san. i have to admit, i'm also a take me home san simp. boi deserved better. he'll get the best.
so i guess it's going to be at least another half a month before i'll be able to put something out. take me home enthusiasts, sit tight and pray i finish it and don't give up lolll also i'm writing it without a limit in mind so i'm not sure if it's just going to be a lengthy oneshot or a goddamn novel again (can you belive take me home was 155k words?? i snapPED).
if yall have prompts for any members, feel free to suggest! i might be able to write something around it :)) i hope you all are doing well and best of luck with whatever's going on with you! stay safe and stay healthy <3
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(curley gao, she/her, spirit warrior) To DOLLIE ALIMJAN, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of BODY EXCHANGE grows a little stronger. They’re pledged to the HOUSE OF BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of Cagliostro with their ENCHANTED BUTTERFLY CLIPS. For TWENTY-THREE years, they have survived a world of magic with both their INVESTIGATION SKILLS and SELF-CENTERED PERSONALITY. They work as a PODCAST HOST & INTERNET SLEUTH, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to EXPOSE THE WIZARD OF WHALE ISLAND. (ana, 21+, she/her, est)
hello hello! it’s your local goblin ana here trying her hand again at actually posting on the dash .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. dollie is an older muse of mine from a previous roleplay & she’s super easy for me to play, so i hope you’ll all love her and we can have fun in some threads! (i’m shy though so pls be patient, plotting in the dms makes me a lil anxious HUISDFHSD)
below i’ve included some tidbits of info about her for you, along with her profile information under! ♡ ok kiss kiss ily bye
officially adding another alimjan to the mix of things, get ready for more chaos as material girl by madonna plays in the background
ur typical neurotic workaholic capricorn with a splash of perfectionism
the main host of cagliostros spookiest, most drama-filled podcast! “glamour & ghouls” will provide you with all things glamourous, ghoulish, and gossipy.
definitely uses her power to sneak into places she shouldn’t be and has no qualms about breaking the law to get the info she wants
also has a youtube channel where she vlogs behind the scenes content, investigations, as well as her makeup and skincare routines!
thinks she’s the main character to the point of probably being annoying about it WHEEZE
spirit warrior who went through the full initiation and ceremony process, though she prefers sleuthing and investigating drama more than fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight. i have an open plot/wc for a dreamshade companion who helps her with the dirty work of things if anyone is ever interested 👀
will show up at your door with your favorite drink unannounced for no reason
will also probably give you a makeover at some point or another if you’re friends
probably knows your secrets tbh
i’m slowly losing power but i’ll add more to this later UHSDIYGUH
⸻ name. dollie alimjan
⸻ age. twenty-five
⸻ gender identity. cisgender woman
⸻ pronouns. she / her
⸻ sexuality. lesbian (closeted)
⸻ relationship. single
⸻ faceclaim. curley gao
⸻ height. 5’4” / 162cm
⸻ hair color. she changes it frequently, but currently black
⸻ hair color. brown
⸻ markings. scar near her hairline from jher twin sister throwing a toy at her as a toddler, medium-sized birth mark on left of her lower back
⸻ tattoos. tiny ghost holding lipstick on side of right wrist.
⸻ piercings. three ear piercings on the left ear, four in the right
⸻ scent. raspberry, pear, vanilla orchid, lily of the valley, & woody notes
⸻ positive traits. gregarious, driven, & generous
⸻ neutral traits. honest, materialistic, stylish
⸻ negative traits. petty, self-serving, & overreacting
⸻ zodiac trio. capricorn sun, libra moon, gemini rising
⸻ alignment. neutral good
⸻ mbti. esfp
⸻ temperament. sanguine
⸻ element. earth
⸻ primary vice. greed
⸻ primary virtue. magnificence
⸻ tropes. the socialite, breaks rules to fit their needs, always in places they shouldn’t be, uses “like” too much when they talk, puts their goals before everything else, overworked and overwhelmed perfectionist
⸻ goals. solve the mysteries happening in cagliostro, achieve a million subscribers, get her own reality tv show, expose the wizard of whale islands secret
⸻ fears. being completely alone, not achieving her dreams, failing, bugs
⸻ occupation. podcast host, internet sleuth, & youtuber
⸻ residence. selphia, cagliostro.
⸻ hobbies. investigating strange occurrences & monster events, finding the big scoop, sharing other peoples drama, interviewing people around town, researching true crime, annoying her sisters, vlogging for her channel, spending way too much on ig live, rigorous skincare routines, editing photos, doing other peoples makeup, soap making, binging bad reality TV shows, etc.
⸻ habits. using “like” too much in a sentence, cutting people off accidentally, nail picking, checking her social media too often, controlling the conversation, taking selfies at inappropriate times, constantly working even during recreational activities, etc.
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Arcane Boys and how How they react seeing you in crisis
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Note: This is my first hc and first post in English after 5y out, sorry if it have errors. Pls enjoy 💕
Viktor
First of all, he just didn't expected seeing you in that way, crying out your lungs and almost taking off your hair, so he just stops working for a few seconds thinking in what he have to do.
When he come back to his mind and body, he tries to hold your arms, looking inside your eyes trying to make you stop, forcing you to look at him, even with a chance of being slapped or something like that
"Please! Breathe deep, close hour eyes and try to breathe dear... I'm here for you..."
He waits you to calm down and then hugs you against his chest, cuddling with your hair till you relax, even a little nervous yet.
"Want to tell me what happened...?"
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Jayce
He maybe starts to "Yell" at you, trying to make you stop and answering him about what happened.
Seeing that he just fucked all even more, he would approach you to his arms, shaking a little but would do it with no hesitation.
Maybe he get some slaps, but didn't mind, he deserved. Waited until you relax to say something.
"Look am... I'm sorry babe... I-I didn't mean to..."
He kisses your forehead and take you to a bathtub, so you can relax a bit more and explain later him what happened.
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Silco
This man knows exactly what to do.
When he saw you almost destroying his room, he almost yelled but fast noticed your crying.
He sighed and then looked for you on the place, finding you under his desk, bowing towards you.
"Come hear my dear..." then reaches his hand so you can hold him
He takes you in his arms, sitting on his chair and leaving you lay down on him, waiting patiently for you while he cuddles you.
"You don't have to tell me if you dont want to..." he whispered softly at your ear, kissing your head after.
"Jinx got some icecream on the bar, you can take it if you want... ok?" This man knows how to helps someone ho needs
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Ekko
He knows what was happening, he saw it before sometimes but not with you
When you through he was going to help you, you saw he running away, it started all over again, thinking he left you came a rage feeling
"I'm here, I'm here..." he puts his hand on your back and then takes you on his shoulder.
"I brought you some water... drink it." He puts the glass closer to your hands and you drink it slowly and shaking
"It's ok, ok? You got it... it's all right" He looks away waiting you to calm down, while bouncing back and forward softly, "Wanna take a ride later? You don't have to tell me what happened... it's ok."
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Singed
Singed knows how the human brain works, so, seeing you breaking down everything doesn't make him move
He just see you there, waiting to you to let the feelings go out, while he stands in the door.
You calm down and clean up your face, looking at your side just to see singed besides you, hanging a towel for you
"Better?" Yiu nods, then he completes "Good. Now..." he walks back to his seat and opens a drawer, waiting you to approach him.
"Go eat something on the market" he gives you a bit of money, enough to buy something from Jericho, "Would this make you feel better?" - "y-yes..." - "Then, have fun sweetheart."
He doesn't ask what happend, and my his manner of act, he doesn't care the matter of your crisis, he just wanna se you ok.
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— “You’ve never gotten a blowjob?”
☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor azriel x ditzy/popular/bimbo reader
☀︎ — summary: Even after weeks of Azriel helping you, there’s no progress. You ask him shameless questions and show him new things
☀︎ — warnings: corruption-ish, nsfw thoughts, first kisses, body worship-ish, buff az, blushing, touching boobs, grinding, talk ab bjs, reader and az being cute ughhh, azzie being nervous, fluff
☀︎ — amara’s note: this isn’t the best thing i’ve written and it was supposed to be posted saturday but i kept editing and adding and removing and i’m sick of it🤨 here pls enjoy, and if u see any grammar errors, no you don’t 💗
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“I don’t understand anything, how am I ever gonna pass this stupid test?” you whine and put your face in your hands.
Azriel had been tutoring you for a few weeks now and it was going nowhere. He was starting to question his own abilities. It was a wonder nothing got through to you.
Not only was he one of the most intelligent students on campus, he also majored in advanced computer science and had a minor in mathematics. He was incredibly intelligent and understood everything perfectly well. It had been something that came naturally to him. Numbers didn’t lie and it was all like a big puzzle he had to solve.
But the puzzle of helping you was like trying to put two pieces that didn’t fit. You and math’s simply didn’t work. And why would you even need to worry about pesky things like algebra and calculus when you could use your time to think about tiny skirts, hot guys and lipgloss?
Couldn’t you just live?
For several weeks, Azriel had been patiently trying to help you understand the basics. While he thought you were cute, your struggles with comprehension made you seem practically as dense as a brick.
“It’s okay. You’ll pass. We can just use another study technique. Have you heard of active recalling?”
In the midst of your breakdown you just looked up to him with a “duh, are you kidding me” expression and placed your face in your hands to sob.
“I’ll explain very slowly, just listen yeah?”
You scooted closer to him until you were basically nestled into his side.
He struggled with his words at the proximity but took a deep breath and tried explaining again
“If we are trying to solve a quadratic equation, what formula do we use? Look at the paper I made you with every formula and think really hard.”
You sniffed and pulled out the paper, looking through the letters and numbers, which made you even more angry. What idiot decided to add letter to maths?
“I think this one.”
Your nails tapped against the quadratic formula and Azriel let out a breath. Though he didn’t know if it was sheer luck or if you really knew.
“Correct. Now use the formula and solve the equation.”
Your hope died and you felt like crying again because you just really couldn’t do it.
“I dunno how to do that Azriel, it’s so hard. Can’t you be good and please do it for me?” you pouted a bit, pushing your boobs flush against his arm.
Azriel felt his blood heat, then felt the same blood rushing to his cock. He never had a woman this close to him before and he felt his body reacting in ways it never did before.
“O-okay, I’ll do this one for you but please try one the next one.”
He wanted to be good for you, he wanted you to flash him your cute little smile he had grown obsessed with. Probably the only smile he ever received from anyone.
Your heat radiated into his side and he started to get nervous. He wanted to take if his glasses before they fogged up but you stopped him.
“Hey, don’t take ‘em off, you look super hot like that.”
Azriel was convinced he was dreaming. No fucking way were you, the most beautiful and well liked girl, telling him he looked hot.
You on the other hand couldn’t help but crush on him. He was so adorably shy and it made a dark part of you giddy. You just knew he without a doubt he probably didn’t have sex often. Just thinking about riding him, seeing pleasure painted on his face for the first time in a long time as you put your wet, warm pussy around his-
“You want to move on to the next question? It’s not as hard as this one.”
His words pulled you out if your perverted fantasies. Still in a fuzzy state of mind, you just asked the question with no shame.
“You’ve ever had sex before?”
Azriel almost stuttered at the crude question. He didn’t expect to be so forward.
“This is not an appropriate topic. Let’s focus on the test instead.”
This was a game that you very much enjoyed. You absolutely loved seeing his cheeks change colors whenever you blurted something out. It made your body tingle.
“Come on, tutor, don’t be shy. It’s just us here and I will totally keep your secrets, pinky promise. How many girls have you done it with? What is your fav position? Ooh, do you like threesomes? I feel like you’re not regularly fucking girls, or are you a secret freak?”
Azriel almost felt his heart leap out of his chest. How were you just casually asking him these questions?
“I have not engaged in sexual relations with a woman before.” He informed you, nerdy words galore, as he fidgeted with his fingers and looked down at the paper
Your jaw dropped. How on earth could someone like him not have girls surrounding him at all times? You suspected he probably wasn’t a beast in bed but absolutely no women?
Maybe it was that pesky aura he exuded, or perhaps because his face was always hidden behind a book or computer.
“Have you even kissed a girl?” you asked, eyes focused on his pillowy lips. You nearly drooled over them. Holy fuck, you wanted to kiss him so badly.
His face turned red when he noticed how close you were and said no, he hadn’t.
So you grabbed his face and put your lips on his. He marvled at your taste, sweet from all the strawberry candies you had been eating during the study session. Your lips were soft from the lipgloss and painted his own lips your shade. The quick beating of his heart would have concerned him if he wasn’t distracted by you.
Azriel wasn’t an amazing kisser but it was expected. He was however a quick learner and just repeated what you did. You bit his bottom lip and he did the same thing, you sucked on his tounge and he did the same thing.
Azriel's brain was mushy, and all his senses were on overdrive. Was it really supposed to be this hot? He was getting hot flashes and had to remove his hoodie.
Your jaw dropped as you stared at Azriel, completely taken aback by the sight. It was like discovering a hidden treasure beneath layers of mystery.
Your eyes damn near popped out of your head at the sight. He was incredibly fit, left in a tight black t-shirt. Azriel's muscles were bulging, and you could practically see his abs through the shirt. But the best part?
He was covered in ink. His neck, his arms, you even saw some peeking under his shirt by the chest.
Azriel was always wearing sweaters, crewnecks, and hoodies, practically swimming in them, so you hadn't ever seen his body before.
Heat spread through your body like a wildfire. You wanted to climb on top of him and do unspeakable things.
With a cheeky grin, you'd purr to him, “Wow, Azzie, you have such big arms. D’ya work out a lot? Oh, can I please feel them?” Your soft fingers would run up and down the curves of his bulging muscles.
Azriel's brain short-circuited. Was this honestly a dream? The probability of you, of all people, asking to touch him seemed low in his calculations. He couldn’t believe his luck.
He pushed up his falling glasses and nodded, his throat too dry to give a verbal response.
Giggling, you crawled closer, bringing both hands to caress the ridges and bumps of his arm. Your fingers explored the broad expanse of his shoulders, and you whispered sweetly about the impressive size of his body. Running your fingers over his chest, you couldn't help but let out a small "ooh woww..." at the sensation of the well-defined pectoral muscles beneath your touch.
He leaned into your experimental touches, eyes fluttering shut when your palms went over his abs. You felt Azriel’s heart pound under your hand and decided to kiss him again with a theatrical ‘mwah’.
Azriel began kissing you back until his hand accidentally brushed against the side of your boob. His eyes widened, and he stammered out an apology.
“I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. It was inappropriate of me.” You looked at him with amusement and wonder. Most guys just touched you carelessly, and here he was apologizing for it incase he made you feel uncomfortable.
“You’re so sweet, Az! It’s totally fine, but let me guess. You haven’t touched tits before, right?”
He shook his head and looked down at your low cut shirt. You noticed his wandering eyes and smiled before biting your lip in excitement.
“Wanna touch ‘em?”
Azriel looked up at you, giving you a shy smile before nodding.
“Yes, I do.”
“Yay, fun! Gimme one second.”
You straddled his lap, sitting on him with his back against your bedframe. Then you grabbed the hem of your shirt and stripped, leaving your upper body in your bra.
Grabbing his big hands, you guide them to your boobs. Azriel keept his hand there, not really sure how to proceed. He didn’t know if he should squeeze them or rub them or just keep his hands there. So he asked.
“U-um, how do I proceed, sorry, move on?”
Your heart warmed at the way he corrected his words. Azriel had noticed a few sessions in that you weren’t the brightest out there and had adjusted his vocabulary for you. At first, you were a little embarrased because you knew you weren’t smart even tho you tried, it just didnt come easy to you. Azriel had helped you by explaining things in a different way that was much easier and you’d be forever grateful for it.
“I’m gonna teach you how to take off a my bra first. Just reach behind me and pop it off, it seems hard but i promise it’s super easy and-”
Before you could finish your sentence, your bra was infront of you. Azriel had moved his hand behind your back and unmade the hooks with one hand without even struggling. You looked down at him, met by a shy smile.
“It felt very mechanical. If I angled my fingers a certain way, they all would unhook at the same time.”
“You’re so smart, Azzie.”
“Thank you, y/n. Do I still have your permission to move on?”
You got a little shy and just nodded, face heating at his quick learning. His hands squeezed and massaged the flesh, finding a pattern of familiarity between his moves. You started grinding against his leg, moving back and forth when he started playing with your nipples.
Azriel got worried, not knowing if he was doing it right so he stopped his movements.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, please keep going. It feels really, really good.”
You shuffle and straddle him so you sit atop his covered cock and notice he’s hard. I mean, it would be weird if he wasn’t. A hot girl was sitting on him, letting him play with her boobs. You started gridding in his lap, making him let out hisses and groans of pleasure.
Azriel couldn’t believe how good it felt to have someone griding on top if him. And if grinding felt this good, he could only imagine sex.
He couldn’t even think straight as you started kissing him again, letting your hands wander all over his sturdy chest and arms. You let out small moans and giggles everytime your clit rubbed against his bulge. Azriel loved it, he loved the fact that he was the reason you were letting out those sweet noises.
He didn’t even have time to think as your hands traveled further down and played with the buckle of his belt. You undid the clasp and bit his lip before pulling back.
“You’ve never gotten a blowjob, right?”
“A blowjob?”
You smile at his innocence,
“Getting your dick sucked and played with. It will feel good. There are also handjobs but they’re kinda boring.”
Azriel smiles at your enthusiasm as his cheeks redden.
“No, I haven’t gotten one.”
You don’t know what it is, but the fact that he is completely untouched by anyone, just socially awkward, quiet, tall, and smart is so attractive.
He is insanely handsome and very kind too. You feel yourself slowly getting more attached to him. You know you shouldn’t, but you had broken up with your boyfriend after a few sessions with Azriel, so it was fine, right? You just wouldn’t tell anyone yet.
“Do you want one before you leave?”
It’s a wonder he’s still alive at this point. Azriel was panicking and tried to deflect because he didn’t want to seem too nervous.
“I think we should go back to the questions, right? How about one more before i leave.”
You frowned and felt hurt. You weren’t told no ever in your life so it really wasn’t making sense in your head.
“Don’t you like me? Do you think I’m ugly, is that it?”
Your question caught Azriel off guard, his expression softening with concern. “No, it's not that at all,” he replied nervously, reaching out to touch your arm.
“You are very beautiful, and I do like you. I am just a bit nervous if I am honest. I have never in my life been this close to a woman before. I do not know what to do exactly. And I want to learn how to make you feel good too.”
Azriel's words took you by surprise, and you blinked a few times before responding with a slightly puzzled expression.
“Oh, I totally get it,” you said, your tone a mix of sympathy and gentleness.
“But, like, don't worry, Az. We can totally take things slow, you know? No pressure or anything.”
You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, finding his fluster endearing. “So, Az, what ya up to this weekend? Any fun parties?” you asked, leaning in with a playful grin as you put on your shirt again.
He shifted nervously, adjusting his glasses. “Um, well no, I was thinking of, uh, maybe catching up on some reading and homework,” he stammered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“What? How boring!” you exclaimed, teasingly poking his arm. “Come on, let's do something fun together. I’m supposed to go the Sand bar with my friends but I don’t really wanna. How about we watch a movie together?”
Azriel's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by your suggestion. “Oh, um, you want to spend time with me? Really?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
You giggled at his response, finding his voice adorable. “Well, there's a first time for everything, right? Just don’t think I’m inlove with you or something.” you flashed him a teasing smile and raised your eyebrows at him.
Azriel hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay, sure. Why not?” he agreed, a shy smile gracing his lips.
As you made plans for the weekend, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of spending more time with Azriel. Despite his nerdy demeanor, there was something about him that drew you in, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead you. He was more genuine than most of the people you called friends.
“Perfect! Get snacks when you come over, please.”
Azriel's face flushed with excitement at your invitation. “Sure thing, I'll grab some snacks,” he said, a shy smile playing on his lips.
As you parted ways after a few minutes of studying, you couldn't contain the excitement building inside you. You were eager to spend more time with Azriel and see where things would lead.
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ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || S/O FALLING ASLEEP ON THEIR SHOULDER
| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen
| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments
| form : headcanons
| published : 16 november
| request : how would the jujukai boys react if their s/o falls asleep on their shoulder pls n thanks :)
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ITADORI YUJI:
Lowkey, I feel like he’s the one that would fall asleep on your shoulder first before you even could.
Like have you seen him in the anime opening, the boy can probably sleep anywhere if he wanted to.
But for the benefit of the doubt, let’s switch my assumption of mine and put you in the hot seat this time.
Once your head hits his shoulder, Itadori would be really surprised at this sudden action, because it’s usually him that would do that - yeah I ain’t letting my assumption go...
However, he really doesn’t mind that you have fallen asleep since both of you had just finished a mission and he could tell you were extremely tired after the whole thing.
He will probably admire you for a quick few seconds, before wondering if you were even comfortable in the position that you were in
Like does your neck hurt? Is his shoulder too hard to sleep on? Will you fall off?
So after many questions roaming around in his head, Itadori will try to position your head in a more comfortable position.
However, this will probably wake you up, causing your boyfriend to apologise before you smile at him and place your head back on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry! You looked really uncomfortable, so I wanted to move your head to put you in a more comfortable position”
“Babe it’s okay, thank you for worrying, but don’t worry I’m comfortable”
Itadori will wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him, making sure your head doesn’t fall - especially if you and him are in a car.
Probably a few minutes later, he will rest his head on top of yours and sleep himself, leading to Fushiguro to wake the both of you up after you had reached back to Jujutsu High.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:
Fushiguro will instantly become stiff once he feels your head placed on his shoulder.
He was probably scrolling through his phone, unaware of how tired you were feeling after the mission the both of you had today.
Of course, Gojo threw one of his lower grade missions at you and Fushiguro since from Ijichi’s narrative he was probably ‘slacking off’
But that’s not that topic of this headcanon right now!
Fushiguro will probably turn to look at you with a surprised expression on his face, like as if you can see him - girl, you fell asleep.
Unlike Itadori, Fushiguro is the type that will probably space out and admire you for quite some time.
He will push back any hair that has fallen in front of your face to be able to admire the whole thing.
If Itadori and Nobara are in the car with you guys, there will be some teasing that will come - there is no doubt about that.
However, if both of you are alone, just let the guy stare at you for some time.
Fushiguro will probably slowly move your body to lay you down onto his lap so he doesn’t fear your head slipping off his shoulder.
He also will probably take off his uniform jacket to cover your body to keep your warm and will 100% play with your hair since you do the same thing for him when the both of you are in his room back at the school.
This is the most affection he would give you outside of yours and his dorm room - and you ain’t even awake to witness this…….damn.
GOJO SATORU:
Let’s be honest here, you probably refuse to rest your head on his shoulder because you know this man will never let you sleep.
However, you lowered your guard down and “accidentally” fell asleep on his shoulder when you and him were heading to a meeting with the school principal.
Gojo will probably constantly poke your cheek leading you to wake up and become annoyed that your cat nap was interrupted.
“Stop poking my damn cheek Satoru,”
“Honey, your cheeks are basically mochi”
I-
Ha?
OR you are really tired and this tactic of his doesn’t work.
If you are in a deep sleep, Gojo will lift up his blindfold to take a clearer look at you since this is one of the rare moments that Gojo has seen you vulnerable outside of your room.
Mate you legit missed the chance to see his beautiful blue eyes…..I’m ashamed.
Since you weren’t awake to hit his head, he would most likely try to move you onto his lap and position the side of your head on his shoulder or the crook of his neck.
After that, he would no doubt place a light lingering kiss on your forehead and probably peck your cheek a few times before completely wrapping his arm around you to keep you secure and warm since you didn’t have your seatbelt on anymore.
“How the hell did you put me in this position without waking me up?”
“You were just really tired honey~ but you looked so cute!”
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
Man will push your head off.
Period.
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misinterpreted art | b.b
benedict bridgerton x fem!reader
not requested-benedict meets the new model at the academy.
warnings; allusions to non-sexual nudity, fem!pronouns, fluff.
word count; 1600+
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Benedict Bridgerton, with his usual sunny disposition, entered the familiar art room with his paints and brushes, ready for another day at his beloved academy. A soft and polite smile adorned his face, which promptly faded when he set his eyes upon the new model in the centre of the room, in the centre of attention. She did not seem to mind the piercing gazes fixed on her figure, and though her countenance was pleasant, it also appeared to give away a level of severity in her character, something of which Benedict became instantly fascinated by.
She seemed to thrive in the spotlight, not revelling in it enough to appear arrogant or conceited, but just enough to demand the attention of all those in the room. The other artists about him began to sense another presence lingering by the door, and flashed amused and knowing smiles, leaving Benedict’s cheeks turning crimson from the blatant display of attraction.
He sat down quickly at his canvas, hiding his painted cheeks behind it, and set up his tools before finally daring to look in your direction again. He had never found himself so taken with a woman before he even had the pleasure of being introduced. He had finally laid eyes upon you again, trying to keep all notions of decorum, but finding difficulty in this when observing the pleasant turn of your neck. How could he ever capture something so heavenly? To attempt it would only result in a shallow version of the person before him. Never could the hand that wielded the brush convey every dimension he was sure you had. It would be a mere parody. A mockery.
When the session was over, and Benedict was left staring at an empty canvas but for a few pencil lined sketches, he lingered behind, packing his tools away slowly and meticulously, watching subtly until every artist had left him alone with a woman of whom he was eager to know more. He tried arduously to keep his eyes from flickering upwards where he knew you were still sitting patiently, but his efforts amounted to nothing as you began to speak.
“Is there something on your mind, sir?” You asked, slipping a robe over your body and reclaiming your modesty.
“Well I-” he stuttered, fingering the bristles on the last of his paintbrushes he’d yet to pack away.
“Did I not give you sufficient time to collect your thoughts?” You stifled a giggle, dismounting the box you were perched on, “I was waiting for you to begin, but I grew impatient.”
“Forgive me, Miss…?”
“Y/L/N.”
“Forgive me, Miss Y/L/N, I seem to have found myself quite diverted,” he smirked, counting the beats of his pulse that increased under the pressure of your intense examination of him.
“Is it your first time?” You asked, referring to the painting of models who left little to the imagination.
“N-no!” Benedict answered quickly, attempting to regain some professionalism, but watching any morsel he had left dwindle with such an eager response.
“So you mean to tell me that the extent of your maturity never improved with age?” You quipped, cocking an eyebrow.
“What I mean to tell you, is nothing of the sort. Only that I find myself behaving entirely improperly on account of you,” he entered your playing field.
“So it is my fault?”
“I did not say that,” he scoffed good humouredly, leaning his weight against his right leg.
“Sir-”
“Bridgerton,” he interrupted.
“You alluded to that very notion, Mr. Bridgerton,” you finished, savouring the taste of his name on your tongue.
“Allow me to apologise, then, and ask you for the favour of beginning again,” he said with a coquettish smirk, abandoning his tools and approaching the small stage on which you still claimed the upper advantage.
Looking down upon the man, noticing his clear blue eyes on closer inspection, you smiled mischievously, hopping down from the elevated platform and brushing your arm against his as you walked past. Benedict enjoyed the way your eyes softened into a playful flirtation, while the rest of your features persisted in their stern expressions–he could never deny his partiality toward games, especially with a well-matched opponent.
This seemed like a game, or perhaps it was more serious than that, like searching for the true meaning of an artist’s landscape behind the technique of their brush strokes, behind their blended colours and choice of frame.
Without your advantage, Benedict stood taller than you, yet he did not look down to you like other men had the habitual tendency to do. There was a difference, and you could detect the subtleties that lay within their variations. He followed you like the beholder of a falling star, mesmerised and in awe. It was flattering to be looked at in this way outside of academic duties and professionalisms; most men forgot you upon leaving the room, like walking through a tempest in the threshold of the door, violently attacking their brain and leaving them without any remembrance of you, and they looked at you in their art as a far away myth they had designed from memory.
“May I see?” You asked without waiting for permission, wondering through which lens he saw you and how clouded his interpretation would be.
“I would prefer-” but it was too late.
He studied your vacant expression as you absorbed the bare canvas, observing something in the twitch of your lip that resembled disappointment. He felt a sudden and terrible regret for being too cowardly to accept the inevitable failure he would have faced trying to encapsulate your grandeur in immortality. For even an attempt, he thought now, a meagre attempt, would have been better than the chagrined look on your face with which he was met.
You looked upon the empty space, where some version of yourself should have been, feeling a warmth rising to your cheeks from humiliation? Frustration? Confusion? You had never much cared for the way in which men depicted you on their paper, for they would never get it right. Their correctness was too precise, two dimensional, it looked over your humanity and only at your finite, vain, irrelevant aesthetic. You were a woman, and they were men; moreover, a species who had never taken the time to understand the intricacies that made women all that they were.
But when finally faced with a piece of art you were eager to view, it was not there.
“Please do not- I did not mean to offend you, I assure you this is far from an insult,” Benedict tried to explain, watching your lips fall into a thin line as your attention was retrieved.
He continued, feeling as if you were to remain silent, “I could not paint you. I could not because I felt as if anything I were to produce would be more insulting than not trying at all.”
You knew what he meant, and yet you still found your opinion of him lowering. “I do not need your flattery,” you hissed through gritted teeth, ready to walk away through the door at the back of the room.
“I am not flattering you.”
“I am more than my outer shell!”
“I hope so,” he said with such sincerity it left you surrendering—you were trying to unlearn the bitterness the world had taught you. “Sit with me for a while?” he asked, seeing your shoulders descend with a sigh.
Turning to meet him, you let yourself be seated beside the man who had intrigued you more than most, despite the turbulent introduction.
“You doubt your talents, then?” You asked feebly, interpreting what you had initially taken as an insult and rebranding it.
“I am here to learn,” he replied.
Over the few hours he spent alone in your company, he asked about your family, your passions and hatreds, how you came to the academy–with every new beginning he spun the topic of conversation to host you, leaving himself sidelined. Benedict relished in the smile brought to your face when you talked of all that interested you, how conscious you were that your voice was the most present, forcing yourself to ask a question about him in order to remain courteous. But he didn’t want to talk about himself, and so he hurried each response before asking again about something that you appreciated.
“I have talked and talked, you must let me learn something about you, besides your many siblings and passion for art. Which, I might add, I demand to see one day,” you pleaded, warming surprisingly quickly to Mr. Bridgerton, the icy armour once in place vanishing under the sunlight of his eyes.
“Perhaps you would allow me to invite you to tea?” He asked hesitantly.
“That would be wonderful,” you accepted his kind invitation with a keenness he would not mistake.
Benedict puffed his chest and mounted his hands on his knees, nodding in agreement before standing from the chair he was seated on. You stood also, knowing this was where he would bid you goodnight, and leave you to dream about him until the phantom was replaced with the being. He looked innocent in that moment, as he bent down tentatively to kiss your cheek, gasping lightly as you turned your head to align your mouths. His eyebrows titled in question as his eyes met yours before looking down again at your alluring lips with a flirtatious smirk.
His kiss was like honey. His lips were sublime. Your skin became inflamed under his touch, though it was gentle and soft, much like his enduring embrace. His lips stretched into a smile against yours, and you could feel him sigh, knowing he was wishing the same as you: that the night was still young.
Alas, that was not the case, and Benedict left you with the promise of a formal invitation, in writing, for tea within the next two days, leaving with an unwavering grin etched upon his face, desperately thinking of what was now the past and what would be his future.
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