#and i do feel like they’re both insane and possessive enough to get jealous of the other using them

[pynkhues]

https://x.com/pixielayer/status/1818003659675869381

since you're in your smut writing renaissance era... i'll just leave it here and hope it sparks the creative juice flow *wink-wonk*

(ok that sounded weird. i'm out)

Lmaooo, anon!! LOOK, I will keep it in mind.

[bvrnesher]

Hiii! Hope your day is going well, could you please do jealous!Leo or Jealous!Percy headcanons. Either NSFW or SFW please?

❝ Jealous headcanons ! ❞ ― percy jackson !

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warnings: nsfw/sfw content.

— ✦ pairing: percy jackson ! reader.

a/n: couldn’t decide between sfw or nsfw, so i did both, hehe. + i just did jealous!leo headcanons, so I chose percy for this req <3 | you'll find the post here !

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He tries to be chill. Sees someone flirting with you and he laughs, arm draping over your shoulders, lips brushing your ear like it’s casual—but his fingers are tight on your waist, and when he kisses your temple, it’s all teeth. Later, alone, his voice is low, rough: “They made you laugh. You never laugh like that for me.”

Jealous Percy gets rough. He grabs you by the hips and fucks the insecurity out of himself. Fast, deep, unforgiving. His hands are everywhere—one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass like he’s trying to brand you. He groans, “You’re mine. Say it. Let the whole damn ocean hear it.”

He marks you up. Not on purpose at first, but when you gasp at the feel of his teeth on your neck? He does it again. And again. Hickeys trailing from your collarbone to your inner thighs. When someone at camp comments, he just smirks, throws an arm around you, and says “Yeah, they’re taken.”

He gets desperate when he's jealous. It’s not just anger—it’s fear. That he’s not enough. That he’s too messed up. That you’ll find someone who doesn’t carry the weight of the gods. So when he eats you out, it’s like he’s trying to prove he can be everything. Tongue deep, fingers curling just right, his eyes locked on yours like please stay, please want me.

He fucks you with his whole body. None of that half-assed shit. You’re pinned beneath him, legs over his shoulders, his forehead pressed to yours as he thrusts slow and deep. His voice breaks on every moan. “I need you. I need you so bad, baby—fuck—don’t want anyone else even looking at you.”

He’s silent when he’s really mad. Not cold—stormy. You can feel it rolling off him, the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes follow your every move. Then he finally pulls you into a dark hallway, pushes you against the wall, kisses you hard. “You’re gonna sit on my cock and not think about anyone else. Got it?”

Water bends around your bodies during sex. It lifts you onto the counter. Soaks the sheets when he’s frantic. A cool mist clings to your skin after—like the sea wants to keep you his. It’s not a power move. It’s instinct. The ocean mirrors his jealousy, his need to claim you.

He loves fucking you face down. Hand on your lower back, cock buried deep, your body trembling underneath him. It’s about control. About keeping you where he needs you—right here, right now, with your pretty little whimpers and your soaked thighs and his name punched out like a prayer. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Aftercare with Percy is clutching you like a lifeline. He’s so quiet after, arms locked around your waist, his face buried in your neck. He kisses the bruises he left. He tells you he’s sorry for getting like that. But when you whisper “I like it when you get possessive,” he just groans, hard again, and flips you back onto the bed.

He gets feral when you wear something revealing. He acts fine when you leave the cabin—waves you off with a smile, kisses your cheek. But when you come back hours later? Door slams. Words low and breathless: “Walking around camp like that? Baby, are you trying to drive me insane?” He fucks you against the wall, panties pushed aside, hand over your mouth so no one hears the way you scream for him.

He ruts when he’s too jealous to speak. Like literally grinds into you, cock rock-hard, breath ragged, lips barely brushing your shoulder as he pants, “Say you don’t want them. Say I’m the only one who gets to make you feel like this.” And when you do? He growls your name like a curse and fucks you like he’s trying to etch it into your bones.

Percy pouts when he’s not allowed to act on his jealousy. Maybe you were in public. Maybe Chiron gave him The Look. But later? He’s whining into your neck while grinding against your ass, cock heavy and leaking through his boxers. “C’mon, baby, you know how bad I wanted you earlier. Just let me taste you. Please.”

He nibbles your jealousy spots. The soft part of your neck where you’re sensitive. The inside of your thigh. The spot behind your knee that makes you twitch. He leaves tiny teeth marks, kisses them better, and says “Mine,” between each one. You tease him and he’ll just push you down and show you exactly how serious he is.

When he’s insecure jealous, he needs to wreck you. It’s not about anger—it’s about fear. That you’ll realize someone else could give you more. So he eats you out like he has to. Fingers curling, tongue insistent, thighs pinned open. You try to close your legs and he growls. “You don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere—and neither are you.”

He fucks you in the shower when he’s pissed. Hair slicked back, steam everywhere, water hitting the tile in a constant roar—but you barely hear it over the sound of skin on skin. One arm around your waist, hand between your legs, breath hot against your ear: “Do they make you feel like this? Huh? Didn’t think so.”

He has a praise kink—but it’s twisted by jealousy. He wants you to beg for him. Tell him he’s the only one. Tell him no one else makes you feel like this. Every time you moan his name, his rhythm stutters—hips jerk forward, hand fisting the sheets, a broken “Gods, I love you” slipping out like a confession.

He’ll tie your hands if you tease him too much. Bandana. Belt. Seaweed, once—when you were near the beach and being particularly bratty. He wraps your wrists, kisses your knuckles sweetly, and fucks you slow. Every thrust is maddening. His mouth brushes yours. “Next time? You don’t flirt with anyone. Or I’ll keep you like this all day.”

He can’t stop touching you after. His fingers tracing over your hip bones. Arms locked around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Lips pressed to your spine, your shoulder, your fingers. His voice is barely a whisper: “You’re it for me, you know that? You’re everything.”

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He’s surprisingly quiet when he’s jealous. Percy’s first instinct when feeling jealous isn’t to shout or lash out. Instead, he becomes quiet, focusing on the person who’s making him uncomfortable, or just generally pulling back from the situation. He won’t make a scene—but his eyes are locked on whatever is making him uneasy.

His inner monologue goes into overdrive. Percy’s always questioning himself. When someone flirts with you or gives you too much attention, he’s immediately comparing himself to them—“Why would they want someone like me when they could have someone like that?” He doesn’t show it on the outside, but internally, there’s a whirlwind of doubt.

He starts acting a little distant. Percy’s a big emotional guy, and when he feels jealous, he often retreats inside himself. He’ll try to distract himself with something—whether it’s training, hanging out with Annabeth, or even staring out at the water—but he’s really just giving you space. He’s scared that pushing you away will make you choose someone else.

He becomes hyperprotective without realizing it. You might notice him getting closer when you’re talking to someone else. He might stand a little bit too close, his arm brushing against yours just a bit more than usual, or his hand resting on your back when you’re walking. It’s subtle, but he’s making sure you know where he is.

He hides it with humor. Percy’s defense mechanism is often humor. If someone gets a little too friendly with you, he’ll crack a joke or tease you, trying to make light of the situation. “Oh, wow, looks like I’m losing my competition to a guy who still thinks he can flirt with me standing right here.” The humor makes it seem like he’s unaffected, but really, it’s his way of coping.

He’ll go a little too far out of his way to impress you. When Percy’s jealous, he often overcompensates by trying to be the “cool guy.” He’ll dive into dangerous situations headfirst just to get your attention. It’s not about the attention from anyone else—he just needs to remind you he’s the one who’s worth noticing. Whether it’s cracking a witty line or doing something crazy heroic, he’s trying to prove his worth to you, though he might not even know that’s what he’s doing.

He avoids talking about it. If you try to bring up his jealousy, he’ll shut down. “What? I’m not jealous. Why would I be? It’s fine.” Percy’s the type of person who tries to ignore his feelings rather than confronting them directly. He doesn’t know how to talk about it, and he doesn’t want to burden you with it, even though his actions might show how affected he is.

He gets protective of you in small ways. Percy doesn’t let people cross certain boundaries. If someone’s making you uncomfortable—if they’re too handsy or crossing a line—he’s the first one to step in, even if it’s just a little bit. He’ll make a point of cutting the conversation short or pulling you to the side with a distracted, “Hey, I think it’s time to go.”

He acts a little off. Percy doesn’t wear his jealousy openly, but you’ll notice it in small ways. He might fidget more, rub the back of his neck nervously, or pace around. It’s like his body can’t handle the uncomfortable emotions, so he channels that nervous energy into something physical.

He craves reassurance from you. Once the jealousy is out in the open (or at least, in a way that Percy can’t ignore it anymore), he’ll need to hear you tell him that you’re his. A quick kiss on the cheek or a quiet “You’re the one I want, Percy” is all it takes to melt his worries away. He needs that reminder because it pulls him out of his head and back to what’s real.

[justasecretflower]

“Cruel affair” homicipher men when they realize another monster likes you

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Synopsis- like a reversed harem. I wouldn’t call it a love triangle necessarily !

Cw- mentions of possessiveness, fighting, marriage, unhealthy obsessions, stalking. Mentions of a chest? Not specifically feminine

Pairs- Mr. Scarletta and Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped, Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete

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Mr. Crawling and Mr. Scarletta

❤️Mr. Scarletta obviously had his eyes on you way before Mr. Crawling and he reminds him of that often. He tries taking you and pointing while saying ‘mine first’

🖤Mr. Crawling is not scared of Mr. Scarletta. But he knows how obsessed Mr. Scarletta is with you and is afraid he can’t compete with him. So he often brings you gifts or tries to be more loving. He’s very clingy. So this only adds to it

❤️Mr. Scarletta, being delusional as always he believes that mr. Crawlings gifts and affections can only go so far because you two are in love. You will be together. You killed all for him, surely you wanna be with him forever right?

🖤Mr. Crawling actually gets more excited to find an exit because of Mr. Scarletta. He gets more eager to leave this world behind so you can just forget about all the other monsters and live peacefully with him.

❤️Mr. Scarletta is happy wherever you are but he likes the world you’re in because he can manipulate it a lot more than the real life world. Your significance of marriage means more in the paranormal world . But he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted to.

🖤❤️they have fought a couple of times and each time Mr. Scarletta just disappeared just to reappear like a week later.

⤷if you choose mr. Crawling… Mr Scarletta isn’t ever gonna fully go away. Only if you went back to the real world would he leave your life completely..but you still feel like he’s somewhere there..

⤷if you choose Mr. Scarletta mr. Crawling would get super super sad. He felt even more betrayed because he taught you monster language and helped guide you through their world and then you picked Mr. Scarletta. Mr. Scarletta would be appreciative and get married immediately so he knows you could never leave.

⤷If you couldn’t pick…they would not be able to share you. They’re both clingy. Mr. Crawling physically and Mr. Scarletta emotionally. They need you there with them or else they freak out. They also don’t get the complexity of relationships in the polyamory scope so they just assume they need to keep fighting until you pick which one you want lol.

Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped

🤍I honestly think mr. Silvair is pretty possessive but he thinks of Mr. Chopped to not pose a threat. He thinks Mr. Chopped is well.. not enough to fully satisfy you. You will always need him to hold you when you sleep so you’re safe, or take care of you. As well as taking care of Mr. Chopped

🧡Mr. Chopped will always be super jealous of Mr. Silvair because he can touch you. He wants to pat you on the head, hold you while you sleep, kiss your face all over, too :(. Because of this Mr. Chopped is esp needy when Mr. Silvair is touchy. He demands to be held after Mr. Silvair touches you.

🤍I feel like Mr. Silvair would be insanely interested in the human world, especially health and things like that. He’s just so interested in humans and if he changed if he was for a long time or not. Mentally or physically. Mr. Chopped strikes me as someone who is scared of change but eventually warms up to it if u force him to come along. Plus he wouldn’t wanna be alone.

🧡Mr. Chopped is always trying to get your attention with being silly and trying to make you laugh. He’s desperate. He craves love and attention and is so jealous that he can’t just pick you up and take you away from everybody else. He needs to be constantly reminded that you do in fact like him.

🤍Mr. Silvair is observant. He understands Mr. Chopped is jealous of him being able to touch you and not have a reliance on somebody to carry him around. He finds it funny. But he makes sure Mr. Chopped gets head pats

⤷If you choose Mr. Silvair… Mr. Chopped would understand, he’s literally a head. He can’t fill your physical needs, he can’t be a proper lover to you. Thats fine. It just hurts him like hell. He hates seeing you and Mr. Silvair do everything he wants to do with you. Mr. Silvair is a good boyfriend but gets that Mr. Chopped hates seeing you two touch and yk..do couple stuff so he usually isn’t that affectionate when he’s around.

⤷if you choose…Mr. Chopped he would literally be so happy. He can’t hold you or kiss you without you helping him but you still choose him just because you like him?! Ugh he’s over the moon. Mr. Silvair never expected it, so he’d sulk silently for a pretty long time. You were the first person that he’s met in his ghost life that he was attracted to. That he really liked. But he knew that Mr. Chopped deserved some love.

⤷if you couldn’t choose… Mr. Chopped and Mr. Silvair are perfectly fine sharing. In fact they balance each other out quite well. Mr. Chopped makes you laugh super hard and Mr. Silvair gives you physical affection and is the seriousness out of you two. (If you’re a lil silly ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Mr. Chopped insists to be held all the time. Especially at night so while Mr. Silvair holds you, you hold Mr. Chopped who drools into your chest

Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete

🤎Mr. Hood isn’t possessive. He’s not insecure, he knows he’s good to you, and he also knows Mr. Machete is… Mr. Machete..

🩷Mr. Machete doesn’t react to kindly when he finds out somebody else likes the person he likes. He finds this out by seeing you walking with Mr. Hood and how Mr. Hood was incredibly gentle. I believe Mr. Machete is 100% a himbo but he is also incredibly jealous and possessive. Seeing another monster that close to you makes him mad.

🤎Mr. Hood knows that Mr. Machete can’t actually hurt him yk because he has no solid figure. He’s just black void with a cloak on. So I imagine Mr. Machete constantly trying to throw his weapon at Mr. Hood and only for it to go through and for him to make an aggravated noise and run away.

🩷Mr. Machete is like a dog/cat who brings you dead prey in able to impress you. He likes staking his claim like that. You’ll often be walking around just for Mr. Machete to come out of nowhere and place a dead corpse in front of you

🤎while Mr. Machete is all acts of services Mr. Hood is a heavenly combination of acts of services and words of affirmation. He praises you a lot. While Mr. Machete does the complete opposite because of how small and weak looking you are compared to him. Mr. Machete tries to imitate this but he literally can’t it’s not in his blood. He can throw out a few compliments here and there but they’re not as good as Mr. Hoods

⤷if you choose… Mr. Hood Mr. Machete would go full ghost on you. (Haha) out of anger and spite. He can’t just be friends with you after that damage to his ego. Mr. Hood would be an attentive boyfriend and make sure to always meet your needs, if you were hellbent on getting to that elevator he would help you. But if you wanted to stay he would stay with you. Similar to Mr. Crawling.

⤷if you choose…Mr. Machete Mr. Hood would not be able to comprehend that at all. But Mr. Machete would try to be good to you. If you pass out from exhaustion you’ll wake up on his huge back with his hands holding under your knees. If you get gravely injured he’s yelling at you calling you weak but he’s also not leaving your side, he’s hauling you wherever he is. I don’t think he would understand the human world and you would have to leave without him..but if you did he’d take your necklace or bracelet and leave it on him. He forgets a lot of things being in this world. But looking at a cute beaded bracelet or locket necklace he would immediately remember the human who captured his heart.

⤷if you couldn’t choose… Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete still comically fight over you. They also don’t understand polyamorous relationships and quite frankly could never even stand each other if they really tried. You’d have to alternate between them like divorced parents. If you went back to the human world Mr. Hood would likely be fine with a domestic life like that but Mr. Machete would never be able to. He’s too wild. He likes the thrill of fighting and killing. But he can also to a degree understand it’d be selfish keeping you there to rot and forget everything and eventually die. So he lets you go.

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[belit0]

Hiiii i’ve been brainrotting since I found your blog, love love love hs yan Obito. I would love if you wrote something about being in a toxic relationship w/ him, but instead of a shy innocent y/n maybe she’s toxic in her own ways? Like they’re both absolutely fucked in the head but they just can’t get away from the addictive ups and downs, or maybe they don’t even want to.

insane (Y/N) is one hell of a thing

They didn’t belong together.

Everyone said it.

Friends.

Teachers.

Even her mom muttered it under her breath when she saw Obito waiting outside in his black hoodie and bruised knuckles, leaning against his car.

But they didn’t care.

They never had.

(Y/N) and Obito were the kind of couple people watched from a distance, not because it was cute, but because it was dangerous.

One week they were inseparable, skipping school to make out behind the gym or hotboxing in his car with the windows up, and the next week she was shoving him against his locker and calling him a psycho loud enough for half the school to hear.

He was obsessed.

So was she.

And that was the problem.

Obito had never met someone who could keep up with the way his head spun: violent, messy, possessive thoughts he didn’t know how to hold back.

But (Y/N) didn’t flinch when he got scary.

She didn’t walk on eggshells.

She fucking stomped on them barefoot, stared him in the eyes, and dared him to crack first.

She’d pull his hoodie strings and whisper shit like, -If you’re gonna lose your mind, do it over me. Otherwise, don’t waste my time.-

And he did. Every fucking time.

They didn’t live together.

They didn’t sneak out to spend the night.

Their homes were war zones, and school was the only neutral ground, if you could call it that.

But even there, they were chaos.

The kind that made teachers stop mid-lecture when they walked in late, eyes bloodshot, her lipstick smudged across Obito’s jaw, and his hands stuffed in his pockets like he hadn’t just been pressed against her behind the vending machines.

Fights happened weekly.

She blocked his number.

He made burner accounts.

She flirted with guys in front of him.

He broke some sophomore’s nose in the locker room over it.

She didn’t apologize.

He didn’t either.

But no matter how bad it got, no matter how loud the screaming matches in the parking lot, how many desks got kicked, how many messages went ignored for days, they always came back.

Always.

Because the highs were unreal.

Late-night phone calls where neither of them spoke, just listened to the other breathe. His hand up her skirt behind the bleachers, kissing her like he wanted to sink his teeth into her throat.

Her voice in his ear at parties saying shit like, -You’ll never love anyone else, and you know it.-

And he did. He knew.

Because it wasn’t even love anymore.

It was addiction. And it was mutual.

They weren’t looking for peace.

They didn’t want soft.

They wanted to feel everything, all at once, until it left them shaking.

When she cried, she screamed.

When he got jealous, he got violent.

When she laughed, usually at him, and he’d take it because at least she was looking his way.

At least he still had her attention.

That was enough. That was everything.

They'd hook up in bathrooms during third period.

Go hours without speaking, then blow up each other’s phones until someone snapped.

Her friends said she deserved better. His cousins told him she was poison.

And maybe they were right.

But Obito liked the taste of it.

And she liked the way he burned.

He’d never tell her he loved her. She’d never say it first.

That kind of vulnerability would destroy them faster than any fight ever could. But they knew. In the way they held eye contact too long after screaming. In the way her voice shook when she said his name. In the way he never touched anyone else, no matter how many times she tried to make him jealous.

It wasn’t love.

It was war.

And neither of them planned on surrendering.

[narrators-journal]

You know, I’ve actually been rereading your Yan!Ryoji and Yan!Minato asks, and I was wondering if there was like a scenario/headcanons where they were both yandere for each other and are fully willing to do anything to stay together?

Idk I just think it’s kinda neat

Okay, I had to reread some stuff, refresh myself on the vibes I had for these characters, and generally chew on this thought for a bit. This was a ton of fun to imagine, but at the same time, I could not put together a coherent plot for a scenario to save my LIFE. At least not one that would capture the unbridled evil these two would be together lmao. But! I hope you enjoy these headcanons, I hope they bring you joy, and if they inspire any scenarios, please link me to them. I’d love to see this dynamic explored more by others!

CW: Yandere behavior, death/murder, mild allusions to p3 spoilers tho not directly stated and I think that’s all.

As we discuss the mutual Yanderes here, I should clarify the types of yandere they’d be.

Minato is a very in denial yandere. He’s the type to ignore his possessive behavior. Justify it, brush it off, pretend he’s not obsessed to a violent degree with his darling while actively killing people he does not like or doing horrible stuff to keep his darling around.

Ryoji! Is the opposite! He sees no moral issue with sitting his happy ass outside your bedroom window. Ryoji will accept that he’s obsessed and he will relish in it because it’s fun to be obsessed! It’s a game to him!

That’s not to say he’s not dangerous or violent, but Ryoji’s violence is predominantly at people he deems a threat to his darling or the attention he gets.

So, pairing these two together would be a sight to see.

From the outside, anyone who sees them would likely deem it a rather regular relationship. Ryoji’s a doting, loving boyfriend who’s attentive to his partner’s interests, needs, and quirks. Minato’s the asocial racoon he cornered in the garage. They’re so crazy for one another that it cancels out to an extent.

Where it begins to show some red flags is in the jealous department

Because Ryoji isn’t a jealous Yandere. Subconscious or not, he’s aware that his darling will end up with him in the end, so if they date others or flirt or whatever, it’s fine. So long as they give him attention, he’ll be happy.

Minato, on the other hand, despite what he might admit, can be insanely jealous.

Granted, he does not want his darling’s attention, but if they dare to give that attention to someone else, he’ll be pissed.

And you’d think with how comfortably obsessive Ryoji is as a yandere, yan!Mina would be more chill. But! Ryoji is unhinged, and will counteract Minato’s aloof coldness by actively setting his jealousy off.a

Where Mina doesn’t like to be acknowledged too much by a darling, Ryoji thrives off of his lover’s attention. And if Minato doesn’t give him enough, he has no qualms using someone else to make him jealous. Even if the end result is them dead.

Though! As a pair, they’re perfect for each other.

Not just because it keeps someone else from having to deal with them, but because Ryoji would keep Minato company, make him feel sane by comparison, and understand him, and Minato would give Ryoji attention, acceptance, and also enrichment via the whole jealousy game.

All around, they’d be absolutely happy in their own toxicity. Leave them to it and you won’t become Ryoji’s enrichment toy.

[yabagofmilfs]

would love the director's commentary on "want the full effects"

thank you for making me reread and think critically about want the full effects! hopefully this gets me back into the right frame of mind to continue writing the next bit.

director's cut asks

so one thing i've probably been a bit too subtle about is the romantic dynamic between sid and geno at this point in the story. their relationship is still very much new, and while it's obvious to both of them that they're compatible from a physical / dynamics perspective, the both of them are hamstrung by the knowledge that the other is there out of obligation. and true to form, they haven't communicated their feelings in any meaningful way.

It’s easy to get lost in the feeling, to forget the reality of why they’re here, what they have. Zhenya will take what he’s given and he’ll savor its sweetness. It will be enough. - geno POV from like i've got new feet

He didn’t choose this, and neither had Geno. He’s trying so desperately to keep that in mind, to remember that this is all for hockey. That soon the skin hunger and the constant, pulsing awareness of Geno will level off and they’ll settle into some new version of normal. [...] He can’t parse what’s instinct and what’s hormones and what’s real. Maybe everything. Maybe nothing. He doesn’t know.

and

“Is my job, Зайчикm,” he says quietly. “My job to take care.” “But you like it,” Sid gasps out, suddenly desperate for the assurance. He fists the necklace dangling between them, jerking Geno closer. “You like it.” sid POV from blood like honey

in sid's mind, geno didn't choose sid, he chose to bond with a good prospect that would help the team. and from geno's perspective, sid had little to no agency at all, he was essentially given an ultimatum.

in sid, this conflict manifests in him trying very hard to make up for geno's sacrifice and make sure he's not missing out on anything by being with sid, i.e. hooking up in disgusting bathrooms.

“I just wanted to know what you were like before. What you were into,” Sid says quietly. “If maybe there were things you might be missing now that you know, you’re with me.”

he's also insanely jealous and competitive—so not only does he want to make sure geno can still get his dick sucked in a bathroom if that's what he wants, sid wants to make sure he is getting every experience someone else might have had with geno. (you'll see more of that from sid's pov in gold-skinned, eager baby, the next bit i'm working on.)

from geno's pov, he's very aware of the gaps in sid's understanding of how his dynamic and bonding works. sid's never lived as an omega until he was with geno, and he's had little to no exposure to dynamic couples because his immediate family are all betas and he's spent most of his life post-presentation at boarding school or on buses with adolescent alphas.

“No,” he says, cupping Sid’s chin and urging him up to meet his eyes. “With you is very different. Bond is very big thing, you know.” Sid rolls his eyes. “I know, like I’m the only one who smells good to you now or whatever, but sex is sex, eh?”

so while geno has done his best to make sure sid has full understanding and consents to everything they do (you'll see more of this when i get around to writing about sid's first heat and their bonding), he still has very conflicted feelings about his role in the situation.

Even after nearly five months, he doesn’t fully understand what the bond means–how could he, when he’s never known anything other than what he’s experienced with Zhenya? Thinking about it makes regret and a shameful, possessive pride well up inside him.

on one hand, he loves that he's the only one who will ever know sid like this and he's the one who gets to guide sid in experiencing his own body and dynamic for the first time, but on the other he's shamefully aware of the fact that if circumstances were different, or sid had more education and experience, there's very little chance he would have chosen geno.

He’s so fucking beautiful, sometimes Zhenya can’t shake the feeling that he’s getting away with something, that he somehow manipulated the fates into giving him Sid. It’s every romantic movie cliché–the washed up alpha and the ingénue who revives him–and he doesn’t know whether to feel grateful or guilty about it.

and so the way geno deals with this conflicting guilt and gratitude is by making sure he's the perfect alpha for sid.

Maybe he’ll always feel a little bit of both. Maybe if he and the team can keep setting Sid up for success, maybe if he can keep Sid looking like this–flushed down to his pretty, slick cunt, mouth open to taste Zhenya’s scent in the air, radiating smug satisfaction like he knows he’s going to get exactly what he wants–maybe Zhenya can balance the scales a bit.

but while sid's desire to please geno is rooted in jealousy and the need for geno to think sid is the best, geno's is much more self-flagellating (surprise, surprise). he indulges sid's needs to his own detriment, which will come to a head later in the series.

you can see hints of it in like i've got new feet:

“I’m sorry I told you not to come.” Zhenya takes a deep breath, the reminder like a bruise flaring to life in his chest. “Is okay, Sid. We still learning. Bond is new, maybe in little while it’s not so hard.” “Maybe,” he says, like he’s not sure if he believes it. “It’s not that I didn’t want you with me, you know. I just wanted to prove I could do it.” [...]He doesn’t blame him for wanting to prove to the world he doesn’t need an alpha to play hockey, to be the best. But it still hurt to be the one he left behind.

and in want the full of effects:

The first day they’d walked into the locker room together and the boys had gotten a whiff of Zhenya on Sid, lobbing good-natured–for the most part–chirps their way, Sid had played along but his scent had gone sour and sharp. Now, they always make sure to shower afterward, and that’s–it’s okay. Zhenya gets how hard this is for him, how much he has to prove, and he can deal with a little kneejerk hindbrain possessiveness if he has to.

sid's change of heart about their scents is catalyzed by something that happens in gold-skinned, eager baby which is set before want the full effects, and will set in motion the eventual conflict and them actually communicating about their feelings.

sid asking geno for a pet name he can call him is as close as they've gotten to any kind of communication thus far.

“I wish I had a name for you,” he says after a few moments, just as Zhenya is drifting off. “Maybe you should teach me a Russian one,” Sid says, turning his face up to look at Zhenya. He can only just make out the shine of his eyes in the dark.

sid is essentially saying i want to reciprocate the ways you are sweet to me and take such good care of me. i want you to feel the way i do when you call me Зайчикm, and i want to do it in a way that is meaningful to you.

“Lots of names, but you say all wrong,” Zhenya says, patting his hip. “I could try, though,” he says, and he sounds so earnest it makes Zhenya’s heart do lazy somersaults in his chest.

geno is a bit resistant at first because because he doesn't really understand sid's motivations, and giving sid this makes him feel vulnerable—as he says, this is a name for close family and friends and though sid is both to him, he's not quite sure of how sid thinks of him, beyond how much he likes having sex with geno.

but he's also shyly pleased that sid wants something that geno thinks of as intimate. it gives him a surge of hope that maybe sid does care for him in the same way, so he can't help himself and gives in.

“Can call me Zhenya,” he says, feeling unaccountably shy. “Is like–short name for Evgeni. Family, friends call me.” “Zhenya,” Sid says, getting the consonants all wrong. ”Worst,” he says, feeling warm and fond about it anyway. “I’ll get better,” Sid says, and Zhenya hopes he doesn’t.

in the same way geno is a name that became his and has meaning for him now, he likes that zhenya becomes something new in sid's mouth. that's sid's name for him, one that no one else has.

[tangledinlove]

HI REMEMBER HOW I SAID IM NORMAL ABT THEM? I LIED IM GOING FUCKING INSANE LETS GET INTO IT

This might be annoying bc you’re the author you know what you’re doing but I need to scream abt the dress lyrics so

“Our secret moments in a crowded room/they got no idea about me and you” lmao killer thinking she’s keeping her feelings on the dl and Chris basically slapping her in the face w the whole i-thought-you-guys-got-together bit😭

“All of this silence and patience/pining and anticipation/my hands are shaking from holding back from you”

LIKE EXCUSE ME killer literally saying “I can’t go a second without you” IM LOSING MY MIND (also my hands were literally shaking reading this killer and I are one and the same)

“Carve your name into my bed post/cause I don’t want you like a best friend”

Thinking abt killer being pissed at the idea of Callea sleeping on her side of Luke’s bed. Like killer’s gained consciousness and it’s beautiful

“You kiss my face and we’re both drunk”

You’re insane. Btw. Incase I don’t say it enough.

And like the whole bridge? So them especially after Luke’s betrayal ahahaha But mainly like “now I wake up by your side/my one and only, my lifeline” imagine Luke thinking of killer when he’s bathing in the Styx. (I’m so sorry it’s just I can’t let anyone be happy😔)

Ok so the whole chapter was amazing and i was dying the entire time (i have NEVER jumped on a notification so fast like the anticipation i have held for this update is INSANE) and if i go through every thing i loved we’ll be here all fucking day lmao so I’m gonna try to be concise (ish. I can only contain my love for the killerverse so well)

1. Chris being a deceptive little shit was amazing i loved him in this

2. The way i have a personal headcannon that Luke would throw his s/o over his shoulder whenever she’s being annoying or whatever just bc he can and then you fed me with that inclusion

3. It’s so ridiculous to me how killer keeps beating herself up for being possessive over Luke the entire chapter like girl he almost cried out of relief that you weren’t holding hands with another guy it’s not just you😭

4. Percy and Annabeth my children. My babies. I love how they’re both just like what the fuck is going on with these bitches

5. Luke’s literally trynna convince killer to stay by his side all night and he hasn’t said SHIT abt callea but she’s still just like go get your girl jackass🙄 like GIRL COME ON

6. Jealous killer my beloved. Jealous killerstellan has my heart it just hits so👏good👏every👏time👏

7. Luke making her drink I’m crying why did that hit me so hard

8. The whole killer/callea exchange reminded me of that tt sound that’s like “Who are you?” “I’m Pam, who are you?” “I’m the owner of this house.” Like yes girl he’s YOURS

9. Ik I already kinda said it but the whole part abt killer not wanting callea to sleep on her side of Luke’s bed? I’m frothing at the mouth rn. Just btw.

10. Ok their little fight is just UGH like they’re so fucking jealous but like it’s them so how can they be mad at each other????

11. The part where killer talks abt not being able to go a second without him? I can’t. Like actually. I stopped functioning when i read that.

12. Jealous luke jealous luke JEALOUS LUKE AHHHHHHHHHH

13. Killer confession goes crazy im losing my fucking mind rn btw

14. You don’t understand the squeal i squealt (that’s not a word but ignore it) when they kissed. Like actually. I was losing my mind so hard. I couldn’t believe it. I was in SHOCK i was convinced we were going to have to make it through wayyyy more pining before we got there i was so happy that we were out of the woods

15. “Sweetheart”???? “Yah?”?????? “You’re perfect”??????? “My girl”???????? My heart can’t handle this bro pls have mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏

16. The ambrosia and Elysium comparisons?!???? What were you on when you were writing this the betrayal hurt so bad

Ok now that that’s out of my system it’s not an ask from me without a song rec and I’ve been looking for an excuse to send this to you and the “Luke is pretty. You could stare at him until the end of time, when you’re old and gray and your legs don’t work and you need him to carry you around with him forever.” Line has given me the perfect excuse.

May i present, grey by exes.

“You got me head over heels/and I love how it feels/you’re the one i wanna stay with/you’re the one i wanna grey with/and I’m safe by your side/when you kiss me goodnight”

“Let’s grow old together/we could talk about that time/that we told each other/we’d end up here side by side”

Ok that’s all sorry for the long ask you’ve once again crafted a beautiful story I can’t get enough of kk love you byeeeee

- <3

HI REMEMBER HOW I SAID IM NORMAL ABT THEM? I LIED IM GOING FUCKING INSANE LETS GET INTO IT

IM SO UP I CANT WAIT TO GO JUMPING DANCING AND FROLICKING WITH U

This might be annoying bc you’re the author you know what you’re doing but I need to scream abt the dress lyrics so

making this song the title came to me in a vision. im so ready for ur view on the lyrics

“Our secret moments in a crowded room/they got no idea about me and you” lmao killer thinking she’s keeping her feelings on the dl and Chris basically slapping her in the face w the whole i-thought-you-guys-got-together bit😭

“no idea” ….😭😭 shes so funny i know chris saying that had her embarrassed as hell

“All of this silence and patience/pining and anticipation/my hands are shaking from holding back from you” / LIKE EXCUSE ME killer literally saying “I can’t go a second without you” IM LOSING MY MIND (also my hands were literally shaking reading this killer and I are one and the same)

we’re all just shakinf twitching and yearning for luke tbh. their pining and anticipation is literally record breaking chart topping THEY ARE THIS SONG

“Carve your name into my bed post/cause I don’t want you like a best friend” / Thinking abt killer being pissed at the idea of Callea sleeping on her side of Luke’s bed. Like killer’s gained consciousness and it’s beautiful

my conscious queen….. SHE WANTS TO CARVE HER NAME INTO [HIS] BEDPOST BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO CLAIM HIM AS HERS 😭😭

“You kiss my face and we’re both drunk” / You’re insane. Btw. Incase I don’t say it enough.

I LOVE BEING INSANE 🩷 this drunk confession was soooooo fun to write 😊😊😊

And like the whole bridge? So them especially after Luke’s betrayal ahahaha But mainly like “now I wake up by your side/my one and only, my lifeline” imagine Luke thinking of killer when he’s bathing in the Styx. (I’m so sorry it’s just I can’t let anyone be happy😔)

luke’s what?? hmm i actually dont know what that is 😊

anywho HIS ONE AND ONLY HER LIFELINE!!!! if theres anything thatd keep him anchored to the mortal world it would be her 😭😭💔💔 ur so right

Ok so the whole chapter was amazing and i was dying the entire time (i have NEVER jumped on a notification so fast like the anticipation i have held for this update is INSANE) and if i go through every thing i loved we’ll be here all fucking day lmao so I’m gonna try to be concise (ish. I can only contain my love for the killerverse so well)

my lovely ur so sweet to me… thank u so much for sharing this with me im beaming rn

1. Chris being a deceptive little shit was amazing i loved him in this

🤭🤭 im so happy u liked it omg i loved writing some chris crumbs i feel like i barely include him!!

2. The way i have a personal headcannon that Luke would throw his s/o over his shoulder whenever she’s being annoying or whatever just bc he can and then you fed me with that inclusion

YEPPPP GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE TBH IM HAPPY I MADE UR WISHES COME TO LIFE

3. It’s so ridiculous to me how killer keeps beating herself up for being possessive over Luke the entire chapter like girl he almost cried out of relief that you weren’t holding hands with another guy it’s not just you😭

theyre both crazy possessive and jealous but the difference between them is that killer feels bad about it and luke does NOT LMAOOOO

4. Percy and Annabeth my children. My babies. I love how they’re both just like what the fuck is going on with these bitches

their secret looks at each other when they go ???? made me crack up my telepathic twelve yr olds

5. Luke’s literally trynna convince killer to stay by his side all night and he hasn’t said SHIT abt callea but she’s still just like go get your girl jackass🙄 like GIRL COME ON

my self destructive icon 😍😍🌟🌟

6. Jealous killer my beloved. Jealous killerstellan has my heart it just hits so👏good👏every👏time👏

THANK YOUUU OMG 😭🩷 i love love love the jealousy trope u will have to drag me away from it

7. Luke making her drink I’m crying why did that hit me so hard

him constantly thinking of her even when hes supposed to be going after another girl 😭😭 just insanity

8. The whole killer/callea exchange reminded me of that tt sound that’s like “Who are you?” “I’m Pam, who are you?” “I’m the owner of this house.” Like yes girl he’s YOURS

LMAOOO STOP BC UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. killer was scared of this “stranger” looking in his direction like shes crazy

9. Ik I already kinda said it but the whole part abt killer not wanting callea to sleep on her side of Luke’s bed? I’m frothing at the mouth rn. Just btw.

😇😇 u and me both friend….

10. Ok their little fight is just UGH like they’re so fucking jealous but like it’s them so how can they be mad at each other????

YEPPPP luke folding 0.0001 seconds into the fight bc hes a weak weak man

11. The part where killer talks abt not being able to go a second without him? I can’t. Like actually. I stopped functioning when i read that.

i think its funny how everyone always clowns on them for missing each other so i had to sneak another mention in LOL. she yearns for him like a literal crazy person….. hes down the street and shes like Ugh i miss him 😖😖😖 like Oh alright…

12. Jealous luke jealous luke JEALOUS LUKE AHHHHHHHHHH

we started the series with jealous luke and we will have him forever and ever 🙏

13. Killer confession goes crazy im losing my fucking mind rn btw

im so so glad 🤭

14. You don’t understand the squeal i squealt (that’s not a word but ignore it) when they kissed. Like actually. I was losing my mind so hard. I couldn’t believe it. I was in SHOCK i was convinced we were going to have to make it through wayyyy more pining before we got there i was so happy that we were out of the woods

HAHA i wanted to drag out their pining by another 50 parts but felt too bad u guys deserve at least a little something before the series is over 😭 BUT WE GOT THE CONFESSION WE ARE OUT OF THE WOODS

15. “Sweetheart”???? “Yah?”?????? “You’re perfect”??????? “My girl”???????? My heart can’t handle this bro pls have mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏

this entire scene was literally just me adding every single line that would make me pass out LMAO im glad u felt the same way

16. The ambrosia and Elysium comparisons?!???? What were you on when you were writing this the betrayal hurt so bad

THESE 2 LINES WE CHEERED!!!!! and i drank crazy person juice before i locked into this part LOLLLL

Ok now that that’s out of my system it’s not an ask from me without a song rec and I’ve been looking for an excuse to send this to you and the “Luke is pretty. You could stare at him until the end of time, when you’re old and gray and your legs don’t work and you need him to carry you around with him forever.” Line has given me the perfect excuse. May i present, grey by exes. / “You got me head over heels/and I love how it feels/you’re the one i wanna stay with/you’re the one i wanna grey with/and I’m safe by your side/when you kiss me goodnight” / “Let’s grow old together/we could talk about that time/that we told each other/we’d end up here side by side”

SHUT UP BECAUSE THESE LYRICS W THE LINE ABOUT HER STARING AT HIMNFOREVER 😭😭😭😭😭 im genuinely in awe at how u make these connections like HELLO????? im staring in shock at this ask right now this was such a perfect addition thank u so much… they want to grow old together so bad im ill

Ok that’s all sorry for the long ask you’ve once again crafted a beautiful story I can’t get enough of kk love you byeeeee

thank YOU for the long ask never ever apologize to me ever i love these more than life!!!! i love u so dearly my <3 anon ur my shining star ill be giggling about this for a while

[crystaldivination]

Hello Love I’m Participating in your tarot event, I would like to do no.1, no2,& no4. My Intials are K.L. I’m 27, Prononus are It/She/Her. My specific FS is a Husband. So He/Him/His for pronouns

No1: Your Romance trope: I made specific romance trope cards and three cards flew out for you so I took all three of them. You and your FS love tropes are Transformation Trope, Family First Trope & Music Connect Trope. You two will be facing major changes and shit to activate each other, you two will not be the same person once you get together 1818 confirmation. You guys knew quickly that you’re meant to be together, you’ll face many awakenings, even just getting to know each other will trigger some kind of ascension in your lives. You two will experience falling in love with each other and that in itself will transform you and peel back layers of yourselves you didn’t know was there, this connection is meant to uplift the both of your spirits and bring endings and new beginnings. When you first met they felt instantly pulled to you, love at first sight vibes but it doesn’t say because I do have that card but it didn’t come out for you so it was like a magnetic pull towards you. They introduced you to their family and friends very quickly, in fact they integrated you into their lives insanely fast, treated you like a close family friend, you’ll feel so wholesome with them, I’m getting such warm hugs, you get along with the women in their lives whether it be mother,sister, homegirls etc, you just blend well with them. They’ll be confiding in their family about you. You two will heal familial wounds & trauma as well, which is confirmation of the transformation trope card! You two are meant to create your own family, new traditions and ways ending generational curses. Music connects you guys. You two telepathically send each other music lyrics that express how you feel about each other or about how you’re doing if that makes sense. When you meet it feels like a song, you’ll feel like a protagonist in a love music video. You two will dedicate music playlists to one another too, lol mixtapes. Very divine connection. Here’s some gifs. That remind me of your trope.

No.2 6 Facts About Your FS

1. They love watching you, staring at you up and down, they find you beautiful, they love to stare at beautiful things, probably an art lover as well. You’ll always catch them staring at you.

2. They suffer from memory loss idk if it’s a mental disorder or something I’m not going into it but they do suffer from memory loss.

3. They’re incredibly playful and so sweet, they will love teasing you, when you guys are getting to know each other they will be telling people that you guys are dating to keep others at bay. So they can be jealous and a bit possessive, watch out for that it’s not heavy

4. They’re very open minded and willing to try anything with you. They can be a people pleaser, watch out for that they may have an issue saying no and disappointing others.

5. They’re very submissive. They follow and you lead which has gotten them into some fucked up ass situations in the past so be careful, show them that they’re strong enough to lead as well as follow. I feel you’re a strong enough person to lead but NOT CONTROL!

6. They were in a relationship that ended HORRIBLY! They’re completely devastated over this breakup and they’re trying their best to move on from this hurt, I think they got betrayed really bad from this person! No fear they are moving forward. They’re not stagnant at all, hurt still but moving.

No4. Their first Impression of You: Page of Pentacles. They view you as very youthful and enthusiastic about your career or schooling something that you’re working on, you’ve got plans that you are finally manifesting and bringing into your reality and they are very impressed with you on a professional level. Maybe you meet at work or school and they look at you as a beginner on that level thirsty to be successful and to bring your goals and dreams down from the heavens. With the 7 of Swords at the bottom of the deck it seems like they may not trust you or they think you don’t trust anyone either you got hurt or betrayal or they think you’ll betray them and that can be because of the pain that they endured way before they met you, but I’m seeing that they see you as someone who’s business oriented and focused only on what you came to do nothing more nothing less. You take what serves you and leave the rest. You’re working on mastering a skill and you are looking for opportunities to better yourself and they’re intrigued by you, they wanna get beneath the surface. Because of your age for some reason they may think that there’s an air of irresponsibility to you and they think they need to keep their eye on you. They find you to be very stunning, youthful and it’s like they’re afraid to like you because you’re too gorgeous to them. “Your way to beautiful girl, that’s why it’ll never work, you’ll have me suicidal, suicidal when you say it’s over”. They think that you’re not into them like that. So they’ll be trying their hardest to make you smile and laugh to crack that she’ll of yours. To get you talking or focused on something other than school/work.

Them to you:

Your First Impression of You: you got the 2 of Wands. You will feel activated and intrigued too by them but for a very different reason, you’ll be feeling pulled in two directions I feel, it’s like you will like them and feel an emotional attachment to them but you won’t understand why, you will be confused because you just met them, maybe they offer you some kind of opportunity and you are questioning their intentions about it with the Ace of Cups at the bottom of the deck you feel an emotional connection with them but you may not want to pursue it due to where you’ll be mentally and emotionally when you two meet. You’ll be questioning everything that they’re doing. You’ll think they’re some kind of planner or organizer, you may think that they’re battling with themselves trying to figure out whether or not to stay in their comfort zone or to take a risk, you may think their a bit of a homebody or kind of submissive. You find them to be really sweet and friendly tho, you like their vibe but I don’t think you trust them enough to take that offer. I’m getting sort of how Lucifer was when he met Chloe for the first time how she was focused on her job and he was flirting with her trying to get under skin but she wasn’t letting him, your person is very smooth and charming and you’ll pick that up but you won’t fall for it. You’ll be questioning their intentions, why are they being so nice to me, what do they really want??? Should I fuck with them or just go my way?? You’ll find them to be very focused on getting to know you, very good at making decisions too, maybe they decide something. Very fast and you’re like damn this person knows what they want in life, again I see you being impressed but not overly so. You find them to be very compassionate when you’re talking to them, you think this can be the beginning of a beautiful relationship but I don’t see you knowing just what kind of relationship you want to pursue with them.

You with them:

I hope you enjoyed your readings darling and that they resonated!

hi darling ♡︎ thank you so much for your exchange! i appreciate the effort you put in it. I really enjoyed reading it. Omg the magnetic pull again, I got told this like ALOT. Yes I indeed love music. Altogether I think this is one possible outcome as many times before there was mentions about the relationship between me & my fs were to bring healing, transformation and such but I’m really not in for the storms because sometimes in my opinion it’s not worth the rewards at the end or as the start in compare to the "challenges" that one would have to go through. Although I’m not totally sure about everything else, it sounds plausible to me regardless. I especially like the last GIF you attached that’s supposed to represent my reaction towards them because that’d totally be me lol. Since I have extremely high standards nothing and no one can impress me that easily 🤷🏻‍♀️

Here’s my exchange for you:

୨୧ 𝒩𝑜. 𝟣 ୨୧ 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 you & 𝗐𝗁𝗒?

I got 2 romantic tropes for you. I feel like you attract these kind of tropes and your relationship with your future spouse can also combine these two. One is the "Grumpy Meets Sunshine". You might exude positive energy and optimism that complements a slightly reserved partner. You bring warmth, excitement, and joy into your future spouse's life. You balance each other perfectly in a way that you’d help them open up emotionally, while they provide a grounding presence for you. There's a playful push and pull in your dynamic, making your love story one that’s full of passion.

The second one is "The Slow Burn Soulmates". Your connection won’t be an instant whirlwind — although there’s a sense of familiarity between you from the start, it's a slow, unfolding connection that builds over time, much like an old-fashioned love letter written in real-time. The type of relationship where the feelings creep up on both of you, unexpected yet undeniable, until one day, you realize you can't imagine life without the other. At first, there's an unspoken pull between you, something magnetic yet subtle. Maybe you start off as acquaintances, friends, or even two people who don't entirely understand each other. There's curiosity but also resistance, perhaps due to circumstances, personal walls, or your different ways of approaching life. But underneath it all, there's an undeniable chemistry that neither of you can shake off. As time passes, the bond deepens through shared moments like late-night conversations, stolen glances, inside jokes that only you two understand and relate to. You challenge each other in ways that no one else has, helping one another grow, yet the romance simmers beneath the surface until it finally reaches a breaking point. And when it does, it's intense, all-consuming, and beautifully inevitable.

You need a love that feels earned, not something that fades after the honeymoon phase, but something built on understanding, trust, and an unshakable emotional connection. Your future spouse is someone who meets you at your depth, showing you that true love isn't about intensity from the start but about consistency over time.

୨୧ 𝒩𝑜. 𝟥 ୨୧ 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈

𝟨 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.

1. He’s playful deep down and deeply thoughtful.

2. He might have a career aligned with innovation or technology.

3. He loves family traditions.

4. He’s a quiet extrovert.

5. He’s fond of long conversations, preferring deep conversations over small talk.

6. Sensitive to the arts.

Bonus:

7. He has an old-school approach to love, enjoying romance in a classic, meaningful way.

8. He has an adventurous side, loving travel and new experiences.

୨୧ 𝒩𝑜. 𝟦 ୨୧ 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 & 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺.

The moment your future spouse first meet you, there's an immediate sense of admiration even if they don't fully realize it at the time. They see you as someone radiant, full of life, and deeply intriguing. There's a certain quiet intensity about you that draws them in immediately. They sense that you’re someone they could easily respect. You openness enchants them and they find that you’re someone who effortlessly commands attention but beyond the surface, they also sense that you’re guarded. There's a quiet strength about you, a carefulness in how you engage with the world, as if you’re someone who has learned to be selective with whom you let in. This only makes them more curious. They don't just want to know you, they want to understand you. There's also something about you that feels both familiar and exciting, like you’re someone they’re meant to know. They would notice the little details about you like maybe how you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re deep in thought or the way your laughter feels effortlessly genuine. I guess after they’ve spoken to you they will admire the way you speak with thoughtfulness and the way you seem to see things on a deeper level. Physically they’ll be particularly captivated by your eyes because they’ll feel that there's something in the way you look at them that makes them feel both seen and challenged, making them want to prove themselves worthy of being someone who you trust completely.

Your first impression of your future spouse will be subtle but impactful. You won't necessarily realize right away that they're someone special, but there will be something about them that lingers in your mind long after your first meeting. Perhaps it's their voice — it’s steady, calm, and soothing or the way they carry themselves with quiet confidence. I feel like there will be a slight intrigue from your side regardless but also skepticism. While there's an attraction, you’re not immediately convinced even if you could tell. Unlike fleeting charmers or those who try too hard, they don't push, they just are. Their authenticity, patience, and ability to hold their own in conversation without trying to impress you will make you begin to see them in a new light. You’ll notice the way they treat people, their small acts of kindness, and the way they listen rather than just wait for their turn to speak. Something about them will feel grounded, almost as if they're exactly where they're meant to be in life. But at the same time, you’ll sense layers beneath the surface, as if they have a story that they don't share easily. While you may not immediately think of them as a romantic interest, but after a few interactions, you'll realize that they make you feel safe and understood in a way that no one else does. And that's when it'll hit you —you recognize this person isn't just someone you enjoy being around, they're someone you don’t want to be without.

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Klance — Already done: 2, 12, 14

1: What made you first ship them?

No clue. I was an allurance shipper through and through back during ye olde times (2018), but when I got back into VLD, klance latched on like a leech. Not like I’m really complaining though. :)

3: Who cooks and who cleans?

They both do! Keith makes quick meals or repurposes leftovers, while Lance does the whole sit down and eat meals. They also split up house chores evenly.

4: Where/How do they live? (Together/Separate)

Separate until a year after the season 8 5-year skip. With Keith helping lead the BoM, he never needed a place to stay. But when Lance offered… yeah. He moved in to his little beach house pretty quickly. It turned out to be the oasis away from work he needed.

5: Biggest in-universe supporter of the ship?

Krolia. She had seen how happy Lance made her son during the visions in the quantum abyss. It was always just a matter of time.

6: Who confessed first?

Lance. They have a back and forth going, funnily enough. Keith fell first, Lance confessed first, Keith kissed first, Lance— you get the idea.

7: Who do each of them tell first about the relationship?

Keith tells his mom and Shiro at the same time. He wanted the support from both of them and trusts them. Lance actually told his older sister, Veronica, first. It was an accident, really, but she kept asking about his ‘long haired friend’ (Keith) so he responded with ‘Lay off my boyfriend.’

8: Who makes the bigger romantic gestures?

Probably Lance, but Keith has his moments. Lance does lots of little things, like random gifts and treats. Keith’s idea of a romantic gesture is tagging along with whatever Lance wants to do, even if that means getting stuck dancing with him at a swing dance party.

9: PDA, yes or no?

Yes, but not too much. The eventual confession came so much later than the mutual feelings that showing their affection to each other just. Isn’t embarrassing to them anymore.

10: Who gets more jealous?

Keith. They’ve long since grown out of being jealous of each other, but Keith still feels that bit of ache when surrounded by Lance’s family. He also very much does NOT appreciate other people flirting with his boyfriend, no matter how subtle.

11: Who is more possessive?

Keith again. That is HIS Lance, okay? Keith was really freaked out the first time he honest to God growled at someone, but his mom reassured him that was just her side showing up.

13: Will they have kids one day?

Biological? Not possible even with the crazy technologies. Adopted?..

Lance actually didn’t want to be a dad. He’d grown up surrounded, so as he got older the more he wanted quiet. He couldn’t deny the little ache in his heart though every time he saw Keith with his niece and nephew. Maybe one kid couldn’t hurt.

If you asked Keith 5 years ago if he’d ever be a dad, he’d give you a hard no. He had been scared of hurting them since his foster life had been so damaging. After each BoM rescue, however, he quickly realized he loved kids, and they loved him back.

15: What’s something they love to do together?

The rest of the team thinks they’re insane, but sparring. It’s the rush of adrenaline, the exercise, and the trust between them. Nothing says romance like your boyfriend clearing your 6, or pinning you to the sparring mat.

Shop game Klance

All of them

Do all of them

Pretty please 🙏

Like… like do all 15 questions? The goal was kind of to do them all separately… 😅 In a few days, if not all of them are done, I’ll post them regardless.

[cocomouche]

LoveSick!

Yandere!Genshin Men x Yandere!fem!Reader

“Is this jealousy? Or am i insane?„

- Their dear darling has turned lovesick for them as well. -

(Scaramouche, Albedo, Diluc)

TW: Toxic/Manipulative Relationships, Yandere, Dead bodies and blood, weapons, Drugging, Kidnapping, slight suggestive themes, dark themes, MDNI

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Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi : Elimination

He’s your husband. He loves you, he made it clear when he proposed.

But why was it so hard to control these thoughts that went rampant in your head?

Red liquid all over your hands, a sick smile showed on your face. Limp, dismembered bodies and limbs on the tiled floor. You just slaughtered his secretary.

Oh your dear husband, He would’ve loved to see how much you care for him. Taking care of a backstabbing scumbag trying to take him away from you- you’re such a lovely darling.

“Doll-? What happened?” He ran his hand on your shoulder.

“I got rid of them.” Scara was worried until he saw the lovely smile that you made- disturbing but alluring. You dropped the knife and held his arm with both your hands.

The balladeer was bewildered, he couldn’t care less about this Fatui soldier- it was you he was worried about. “Explain now.” A stern tone of his, almost made your tears almost well up.

“I don’t like it- every time they get close to you, it feels so bad… my heart- it hurts every time they’re near you! They bother me.” You act so innocent, like it was just a simple mistake.

“They’re to close to you, i hate how you spend so much time with them! You’re…mine right?” While you spoke out your reasons, Scaramouche held your face softly, observing for any cuts of bruises. Deeply, his ego was fed by your possessiveness. He was eating up how unhinged and adorable you could be.

“Darling, are you jealous?”

“Mhm..”

Such a good lover you are indeed, always dependent on his attention as he trained you to be. “Poor baby, have I not been spending much time with you? I guess its my fault as well” he coos.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, no need to pull stunts like this anymore.” He helped you up, his warm touch making you nuzzle in.

“By the way, murdering my secretaries was a bit of a hassle for me to deal with. I think I need to teach you a lesson tonight darling..” he pauses.

“And remember, no one will ever come between us.”

Albedo Kriedeprinz : Obsession

It was hours past your curfew- more anxiety fueled your thoughts.

Albedo said he’ll be late, but it was late-late! Did he leave you, did he see how truly disturbing and unhinged you act whenever he’s near? The way you obsess over him? Does he remember the pen he owned that you stole to touch yourself with? Or how you leave your panties near his stuff ‘accidentally’.

Have you been bad? You did all that he asks, clean the house, do his laundry and be on your best behavior. Why would he leave you? Calm down, calm down.. . You drown in the scent of his perfumed jacket, this always keep you calm, Albedo always keeps you calm.

Suddenly the sound of keys jingling was heard and you immediately bolted to the front door.

“Bedo! You’re home too late! I was so worried!” You hopped on to him like a pet.

“Apologies darling, The event took longer than I expected, I’m sure you’re worried.” He embraced you so warmly.

This was even better than the feeling of his hoodie. Albedo’s body pressing up against me.. so good.. it’s arousing, it soothes all your worries.

Albedo’s not dumb, he knows how he makes you feel. He honestly doesn’t mind- more so feeds on it, his obsession obsessing over him now, he can’t get enough. It’s adorable how you get all stimulation you need just from his presence.

“Hm, ‘Bedo..”

“Let’s get you to the bed princess.”

“My legs feel weak..”

“let me carry you then”

Diluc Ragnvindr : Captive

Its quite funny actually, the first days where he held you captive in his basement were one of the worst days of your life, hoping he’s anywhere but with you- now its you who couldn’t stand not being with him for a minute.

As you warmed up to Diluc, he let you earn the privilege to do whatever you want, he knows he broke you enough to let you know the consequences of betraying him.

Though that very basement you first hated helped you with doing something. You couldn’t handle the news that he was going overseas for a few days due to his business- you’ve been adjusting to let him go for some hours but days!? It makes you feel so heartbroken just thinking about it. Luckily- he won’t be able to go.

Why? Well its a pity that someone might’ve drugged his meal and tied his unconscious body in the basement. Such a pity indeed.

You kept him company, the people in the winery household were suspicious of your whereabouts- not knowing you both were below in the basement. There you sat in front of your dear lover- like a creep, staring at him with pure hearts.

“Mmm…wha-“

Oh? Yay! He’s finally waking up! “Shh.. Its okay hun! Its just me!” Diluc’s vision was taking time to focus, the first thing he sees is your adorable face- close enough to make your nose touch his.

“Don’t worry hun, I have some food here for you, if you want me to feed you just ask.” You back up and prance around happily. He’s all yours now…

“Darling? Why am i tied up? What time is it?” Poor master.. he must be confused.

Straddling his lap- You explained your motives hesitantly- fearing he would freak and thrash around because of you, yet he was pleasantly calm.

“I can’t let you leave me ‘Luc! I don’t feel good about it… you’re mine here, its better that way..”

“Love, i was actually going to bring you along with me.” He spoke up, chuckling at your reasons- ah.. his darling is always so adorable.

“You didn’t think i would never leave you alone for some days huh? Guess I haven’t made that clear for you love.” His hands that were bound surprised you when they found their way to hold your hips lovingly. Turns out you forgot about his Pyro vision he used to burn the ropes you tied around him.

“Im impressed darling, at least you’re loyal to me- next time just talk about it okay?…” he kissed your forehead as you nodded and accepted his embrace.

“I worked really hard on tying you, ya’ know?”

“Brings back memories doesn’t it love?”

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I still have some drafts waiting to be released :^|

Maybe a Yandere!Kazuha x Yandere!Reader soon? Hehe probably <3

4/14/22 10:36PM

[5-puthyyy]

Not Enough

© : please DO NOT copy or post my work anywhere.

a/n : this is somewhat of a prequel to for the world to see but you dont have to read both to understand them :)

pairing/s : natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary : natasha loves making you jealous because you get insanely possessive, but she takes it too far and only realises how badly she hurt you when it was too late... (request)

warning/s (18+ ONLY) : smut; bottom!reader, top!natasha + mommy!natasha, voyeurism, strap-on. (we kinda? top her but it’s cute so stay tuned). angst (WITH HAPPY ENDING); break-up, jealousy, cheating?

word count : 6.8k

natasha romanoff x reader masterlist

You hated these parties more than anything. They’re not your people, it’s not your scene, and you hate how much attention your girlfriend gets. Her power is ridiculously hot to you, but not just to you. Women practically swoon when she talks to them. They flock to her like birds, all squawking desperately, all with the most seductive faces they can put on. You hate it.

What you can’t stand more than anything though is when Natasha gives in just for a moment, when she acknowledges their attempts, when she reciprocates. You know she does it to rile you up and make you march over and claim her, but it still hurts. 

“Oh, he takes us there every summer! Me and the kids, the whole lot, we pack up and head to the beach house. I mean, Frank spends his time in his office anyway so I’d hardly call it family time, but...” Martha or something rambles on in front of you, chewing on her fifth mini quiche. It’s hard enough to focus when you’re not interested in the conversation, even harder now that your eyes have caught your girlfriend across the room.

Your girlfriend. With a fucking blonde bimbo in the tightest lace dress you’ve seen, leaving absolutely no room for imagination. It’s clear that she’s throwing herself at Nat, laughing with her head thrown back, pressing her arms together to push her breasts up. What makes it worse is Nat doesn't look at you like she usually does with her teasing, knowing smirk. Instead, she leans in and brushes her fingers up and down the blonde’s arm.

“And Andy, the little rascal, he’s five now and...” You give Martha a tight smile and nod, pretending to be engaged but your eyes quickly drift back to Nat. She’s still refusing to look at you and you know she can feel your eyes on her, she has to.

“Excuse me.” You mumble to Martha and take a deep, shaky breath before making your way over to Nat. But you pause in your tracks, nearly bumping into a waiter, when Nat’s fingers move up to twist the blonde’s hair and tuck it behind her ear. Her thumb brushes the blonde’s jawline before dropping down. You’re not entirely sure what you even feel right now. It doesn't look fake. It looks real, like Natasha wants her as she smiles at her and subtly bites her bottom lip.

You try shake off the tight feeling in your chest, swallowing down any cries or gasps that want to come out, and continue marching to the pair. Nat sees you first, giving you a warm smile as her eyes lit up. The blonde bitch sends you a glare at the interruption, seeing Natasha’s attention stolen from her.

“Hey, love, I was-” You don’t want to hear anything, no excuses, no sweet words.

“I want to go home.” You interrupt her and the redhead quirks a brow, a surprised look on her face.

“Manners.” Nat says in a strained tone, gesturing to the blonde next to her.

“Natasha, I’m going home. With or without you.” There’s no hesitation in your voice, angered by her still giving attention to the blonde. Natasha clenches her jaw, reaching out for you but you’ve walked away quickly, marching outside without so much as a nod of goodbye to anyone.

You’ve been waiting in the car for almost 10 minutes before Natasha finally comes out. You refuse to look at her, even though you know she looks amazing in her black dress, hair flowing from the light wind. No matter how much you try push it out of your head, it’s so obvious she wanted her. That look on her face, the touch of her hand, her thumb brushing her cheek was nowhere near friendly. You can’t fake that.

“Want to explain yourself?” Natasha clears her throat before asking in a steady voice. You roll your eyes at her. Explain yourself? She’s the one that was flirting with that bitch right in front of you.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” Your girlfriend sends you a killer glare that you can see reflected through your window. You still refuse to look at her.

“Drop the attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you.” Her hand leans over to dig into your thigh but you shove her hand away and make a show out of moving away from her, legs pressed together against the car door.

“Sure you don’t want to go fuck that whore?” You spit out with venom, clenching your jaw and crossing your arms over your chest tightly. Natasha smirks, glancing at you.

“It’s not hard to just say you’re jealous, kitten.” She says teasingly and you can’t control yourself anymore. You huff out and turn to face her, anger on your face.

“Pull over.” You demand, and Nat has the power, she always does, but she pulls over anyway. It’s dark and cars are flying by; no one will see the two of you. But you wish they could. You wish they could all see you, see Natasha unbuckling her seatbelt and shrugging off her coat. You wish they’d see you shifting to push the seat back, see you take your coat off quickly and twist your fingers with Natasha’s locks, tugging until your lips crash together.

The car shakes a little when Natasha climbs on top of you and you practically fall back onto the seat. It’s a fight for dominance and she's surprised you’re even fighting. She always wins. But not this time. This time you bite down on her bottom lip as a warning, running your fingers up and down her body until they dig into her curves.

“Oh, you want to top Mommy?” Natasha chuckles against your lips, pulling away to let the two of you breathe for a second. 

“My Mommy. I can fuck you whenever I want.” You growl out and sink your teeth into her bottom lip again. Your bodies move together in sync, Natasha’s hips rolling against yours as she grinds on your thigh.

“Then fuck me.” She whispers into your ear, biting just below it to earn a moan from you. The grin she gives you is sinister and seductive all in one, arms draped over your shoulder, fingers scratching along the back of your neck.

Your urgency becomes pure instinct, need, animalistic desire as you pull her into a bruising kiss, a clash of teeth, tongue, lips. Everything that is Nat takes over your sense; her taste, scent, sounds, the way her hot body feels on top of you. You lift her dress up to let her straddle you better, fingers digging into her exposed thighs. Your kisses drift to her neck, sucking harshly, tongue licking over your marks.

“No mark-” She tries to moan out but you growl and bite down hard, earning a gasp from her.

“Yes marking.” There’s no room for argument in your tone, even from your Mommy. She was already grinding desperately, but when your fingers brush between her legs over her soaked panties she rolls her hips like a maniac, moaning above you. “So wet. For me? Or for her?” You whisper with a wet kiss to her neck. She groans and rolls her hips down harder, heavenly sounds finding their way to your ears.

“You, kitten. Only you. Now fuck me before I lose my patience.” Nat demands and you obey, pulling her panties to the side and sliding your fingers through her wet folds. You waste no time in pushing two fingers into her, earning a filthy moan directly into you ear. Nat’s legs tighten around you, hands tugging harshly on your hair as she slowly starts bouncing up and down. 

All you can see are the top of her breasts and your other hand is occupied kneading her ass and guiding her in riding your fingers. You do the only thing you can think of and bite her dress, tugging it down. 

“Fuck. Such a desperate whore for Mommy, aren’t you? You want me that bad, kitten?” Nat manages to breathe out, controlling her moans. You do want her, so bad, all the time. You internally thank the universe that she decided to go braless, and latch your mouth around a nipple. You suck expertly, flicking your tongue over her hardening bud and curling your fingers as she rides them.

Moments like this are rare because Nat doesn't let you take control. Even now, she’s still trying to keep her control, establishing her dominance over you. She never really gives into her pleasure. She never gives into you. And that fucking hurts.

“Let go. Just let go, Nat.” You plead, pushing a third finger into her. She stretches around you, swallowing your fingers in, letting out strained moans. Your thumb rubs over her clit and her pussy throbs tightly around you. You know she’s close, but you don't want her to cum until she completely lets go, until she’s all yours. “Please. Let go.” You move your thumb and dig your nails into her ass cheek making her slow down.

“Don’t tease me, kitten.” Natasha growls, her hand coming to wrap around your neck. She pulls you into a bruising kiss, nipping your bottom lip. She’s holding back, and as much as you respect her decisions and preferences, this hurts. You sigh into her mouth and move your thumb up to rub quick and hard circles over her clit. You push your hand up to fuck her harder, meeting her desperate grinds. “Oh, fuck, good girl. Mommy’s good girl.” Her hand tightens around your neck, eyes fluttering closed when she cums around your fingers, juices flooding your palm. She’s so beautiful, flames in her hair, pillowy lips hung open, full breasts bouncing. But you want more. You feel terrible about it, but you want more and she won't give herself to you. She wouldn’t flirt with or want anyone else if she was truly in love with you the way you are with her. “Good girl.” Nat breathes out as she climbs off you and shuffles back to her seat. You sit in silence for a minute or two as she fixes her dress, turning the car back on.

“Take me home.” The shakiness in your voice has her head snapping to the side quickly, scanning your features, but you won't let her see you. You face the window, your body pressed up against the car door.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asks cautiously, hand coming out to touch your arm but you flinch away. You can’t ignore the ache in your chest anymore, you can’t keep the images of her touching that blonde out of your head.

“Please. Just take me home.” A single tear slides down your face and you pray to God she can’t see it. You don’t want to cry in front of her.

“O-Okay. We’ll be home soon, my love.” She drives onto the road and almost swerves at your next words.

“No. My home. Not yours.” Your voice is less shaky this time but it scares her nonetheless because she’s never heard it before. She’s never heard or even seen you this upset, not directed at her at least. Nat silently drives you to your shared loft, worrying and panicking over what she could have possibly done to hurt you in mere seconds.

“Can I pick you up tomorrow? For dinner?” Nat hesitantly asks when she pulls up to your street, fingers tapping on the wheel. You let out a sigh and finally face her, tears all dried up but she can still see that you’ve been crying. When your eyes lock onto hers you can’t help but tear up again, lips quivering. “I’m so sorry. Please, just-” It’s too much, it hurts too much and you can’t just ignore it anymore.

“You can’t just-just do that! You can’t give attention to someone else like that, attention that should be mine. You should be mine, Natasha! But it doesn’t feel like you are.” Your voice cracks a little but you don’t let that embarrass you. You’re more embarrassed that you’ve been with her for this long and she still hasn’t given you all of her.

“I am, baby, I’m all yours, I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else.” Nat pleads with her hands grabbing yours but you pull away quickly. The hurt expression on her face makes you want to break out into a sob but you hold back. Not in front of her, not when she’d never cry in front of you.

“I don’t have all of you. You won't let go.” Her brows come together in confusion as she huffs out in frustration.

“What are you-”

“You hold back so much, Nat. I give you all of me, I’ve been giving you all of me for months now and you’re still scared to let go.” You’re not completely stupid, you understand that as a dom it can be harder to be vulnerable. But this isn’t just sex. She’s not just your dom, she's your girlfriend. You’re her girlfriend, and it’s been months and she still hasn’t told you she loves you too. Seeing her flirt with someone else and make it look so real doesn’t help her case. There’s only so much you can take before you break.

“Y/N...my love, please, just let me take you back to my place and we’ll talk it out. Okay? Please.” She tries to put on a calming smile on her face but it comes off desperate and you feel terrible. You know she��s scared but giving into her won't make her push to fight through that fear.

“I can’t. I can’t do this right now.” You open the car door, ignoring her pleading, sobbing as your voice cracks.

“Wait, Y/N, wait, please!” Nat cries out but you slam the door shut and you're already running up into your building. “Shit. Shit!” She slams her open hand against the car wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. Did she...did she just lose you?

It’s only an hour before Natasha’s texting you, spamming your phone with apologies. But it’s clear she’s not understanding exactly what she’s even apologising for, so you turn your phone off and sit with your roommates watching whatever movie the channel is showing.

When you first met Natasha, bumping into her at a small coffee shop, you were so struck by her beauty you’re pretty sure you fell in love right then and there. She paid for a new coffee, and then another, and another, and you didn't sleep that night because all you could think about was Natasha’s forest eyes and Natasha’s heavenly laugh and Natasha’s pillowy lips that you wanted to kiss so bad - you’re 100% sure you didn't sleep because of the caffeine but you like making the story romantic.

She didn’t wait three days like the unspoken rule usually is, but texted you the next morning asking to meet for a coffee again before work. What started as 30 minute coffee dates turned into hour long lunches and two hour long dinners and night long love making. You love her and you told her fairly quickly, only four months in but she didn't push you away. She pulled you into her and kissed you so softly with nothing but emotion. But she didn’t say it. Hasn’t said it and it’s been months since then.

You know she’s had trouble in the past with her emotions, you know about her trauma and her ex and everything else she’s ever been through. But her telling you is different to trusting you. It’s not really trusting. She trusts you with information, but not with herself, not with her body, with her mind, her soul. She’s holding back so much and you can’t take it anymore because it’s been so long now that you think she’s waiting. She’s waiting for the right time to leave, to be with someone else. Not because you’re not good enough but because she’s afraid. You don’t want to spoon-feed her. She has to be scared enough to just let go and be vulnerable, be herself with you.

As much as you want her, you deserve to have someone who wants you desperately too. You deserve the same love back, and if she can’t give it because she’s too scared of love, then there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t be patient forever.

The next morning a bouquet of flowers were in your living room with a note from Natasha saying she’s sorry and hopes you have a good week. When you got back home from work there was a basket of treats that your roommates had already devoured, bu they were generous enough to leave the note from Nat saying none of these treats are as sweet as you.

When your loft had been filled with flowers, chocolates, cakes, and muffins by the end of the week you had no choice but to angrily drive up to Natasha’s building.

“Oh! Good evening, Miss Y/L/N. Good to see you.” Her doorman greeted you like he usually does, but with a surprised expression. The creases on his forehead got wider as his brows shot up. He shoots a kind smile towards you though, excited to see you.

“Hey, Bill. How you doing? How’s the grandkids?” You ask him with a grin of your own, folding your hands in front of you politely.

“They’re perfect, thank you for asking.” He smiles wider at the mentioning of his grandkids, even wider at the realisation that you remember your conversations with him.

“Is Nat up?” You ask gesturing to the door. He holds the door open for you, stepping in for a moment with you.

“Yes, Miss Romanoff is in, but she only arrived a few minutes ago.” Just a few minutes ago? You look at him a little confused before giving him a nod and slowly walking backwards to the lifts.

“Oh. Okay, thanks, Bill.”

“Enjoy your evening, Miss Y/L/N.” He waves you off and steps back outside with his hands behind his back. 

Just a few minutes ago? It’s late. Too late for her to still be at the office. If there was a party she would have invited you, she always does. Even if you’re upset with her, she would have. You shake away the idea that she might have been with someone else, with a woman, and click the button for the penthouse.

She’s waiting for you by the time it dings open, eagerly standing near the lift. She catches you off guard, stepping into your personal space and going for a hug, but she stops herself halfway realising you might not want it. Nat’s hands drop down limply by her sides as she chews on her bottom lip and tries to get you to look at her.

“Hi.” You whisper out when you finally meet her eyes.

“Hey. Hi. What are you-How are you? How’ve you been?” She stutters nervously, playing with her hands in front of her. You’ve never seen her this nervous before. You take a step forward and wrap your arms around yourself, hugging yourself tight. 

“I’m okay, Nat.” You sigh out.

“Oh. That’s good. I’m glad.” You two stand there in awkward silence for a moment as the lift doors shut. There’s soft music playing in the background so you know she was about to draw herself a bath.

“Listen, I came to tell you to stop sending-” You start but she interrupts.

“I love you.” She says with absolutely no hesitation, looking you directly in the eyes. Your breath gets caught in your throat, almost choking on it at hearing her words. You’ve wanted to hear them for so so long, but the desperation in her eyes makes you think it’s still not authentic. “I-I’m sorry. I should have let you finish. Carry on.” You just stare at her with your mouth hung open in disbelief. “What?” 

“You-You can’t just say that and tell me to carry on like nothing happened!” She flinches at your words, rubbing a hand over her forehead with a loud sigh. She walks back until she’s leaning against the couch.

“So you get mad at me because I hold back, and get mad at me when I don’t? Baby, you’re really confusing me.” She chuckles out, pleading you with her eyes. You know she’s trying so you just sigh and walk over to the minibar in the corner of the living space.

“I need a drink.” You fix yourself a drink in silence, making her one too. She sits on the couch and waits until you put her drink down on the table and sit across from her.

“So...” She starts and clears her throat. You’re not even sure what you want to talk about anymore. You just...you were mad, so mad and so hurt but now you just miss her. Seeing her makes you miss her even more.

“So.”

“I love you.” She bursts out and you give her a stern look, almost choking on your drink.

“Natasha.” She scoffs at your response, leaving her martini on the table and leaning over resting her arms on her thighs.

“What? I do. I love you. God, it’s so easy saying it now that I’ve said it once. I fucking love you, Y/N.” She laughs out, relief in her expression. Her eyes are brighter - still desperately looking at you - and her lips stretch into a small smile.

“Natasha, are you sure you’re not just saying it because you think it’s what I want to hear?” You reason with her gently, placing your drink down.

“I-Is it...not?” She looks even more confused now, cowering back into her seat.

“It is, but I want you to mean it. I want you saying it because you want to, because you want me and trust me enough to be vulnerable with me.” You soften your voice to try get her to understand you. She frowns at your words and rushes around the table to you with purpose. You take in a harsh breath as Natasha gets in front of you, dropping herself to her knees between your legs. She takes hold of your face in her hands and strokes your cheeks gently with her thumb.

“I can’t-I can’t lose you. I can’t. I’m more scared of losing you than of...giving you all of me. I love you, Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I just-I don’t know how to do this. This intimacy thing and-and opening up, and just being me, and part of it is because I don’t even know who me is. I. I is. Am. I am.” Nat speaks truly, stuttering at the end while she corrects her grammar. You can’t help but giggle at her confused and slightly embarrassed expression. She laughs along with you lightly, eyes lighting up when she hears your laughter, sees you smiling down at her.

“Dork.”

“Your dork.” Nat corrects you, leaning in to brush her nose against yours. “I’m sorry. For flirting with her like that. I was stupid, so stupid. I only want you, Y/N, no one but-” She rambles on but you’ve already forgiven her. She’s literally on her knees for you, pleading, being as true as she possibly can about how she feels. It’s raw and unfiltered and just Nat. You cut her off with your lips on hers, swallowing her gasp.

Her hands cling onto your cheeks, scared that if she lets go you’ll disappear. Yours dig into her hair, pulling her closer to you. Your senses are overtaken by Natasha, her scent filling your nostrils and hypnotising you. Everything about her is always so intoxicating to you.

“I love you.” She mumbles when you break lips to change angles. “I love you.” She breathes out again, slipping her tongue into your mouth. God, it feels amazing hearing her say it, so much so when there’s emotion dripping out of her tone, her kisses, her eyes. They’re dripping, you can feel the wet tears on your cheeks rubbing together but you don’t pull away. You dig your nails into the back of her neck desperately, brows scrunching together as you pour all your love into kissing Natasha.

“Off.” You breathe out, tugging on the plain shirt she’s wearing. She pulls it off quickly, breaking the kiss for a moment but coming right back to you. It’s sloppy and a mess, but it’s her. 

“Bedroom.” Nat mumbles and grabs your hand, stumbling up and to the bedroom, trying to strip her clothes off on the way. She pushes you against the closed door, lips attacking your neck drawing out soft whines from your throat.

“Please...”

“I’ll give you anything you want, kroshka (little one).” Nat whispers and sinks her teeth into your neck, hand raising your thigh up to wrap around her waist. Her nails scratch along your skin and you want to feel more.

“I want your...your cock. Please, Mommy.” Hearing the magic words was all Natasha needed. The redhead gives you a soft smile, kissing you gently as she turns you around and moves you towards the bed. She lays you down, keeping your lips locked together.

“Undress for me, kroshka.” She whispers and leaves you with a quick peck, rushing off to her walk-in closet. You quickly undress yourself, undergarments included, and wait for Natasha to come back. You can feel how slick your thighs are, how wet and soaked you are for Natasha already, just from kissing her. Your hands drift down your body until they reach your heat and slide through your folds.

“Fuck.” You moan out and roll your hips against your fingers, circling your clit. God, you want her so bad that even this doesn't feel good. Touching yourself like this doesn't feel as good as kissing Natasha.

“My, my. That desperate that you couldn't wait for Mommy?” Natasha tuts, smirking when you gasp and look up at her. You sit up on your arms, breasts bouncing a little and Nat’s eyes immediately fall to them, green turning a darker shade. She’s naked with nothing but her strap, walking over to the bed with purpose in her movements. Like a predator she climbs onto the bed and crawls to you, kissing up your leg, thigh, purposely missing your core. She latches onto a breast, sucking your nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it.

“Oh, Natty.” You moan out, hands tugging on her locks gently. She practically purrs at that, lapping at your nipple before leaving a line of wet kisses up your neck, jaw, until she kisses your lips softly. “I want you...want you bad.” You breathe against her full lips, nails scratching down her back. She rolls her hips gently, cock brushing through your folds, teasing your entrance.

“You have me, moya lyubov’ (my love). You’ll always have me.” Nat says soothingly, reassuringly, nose brushing against yours. She thrusts her hips forward a little, pushing her cock into you gently. You gasp at how soft the movement is, how gentle her eyes are staring into yours with adoration. You whimper at the thickness stretching you, nails digging into her back.

Nat connects her lips to yours, not being able to hold herself back being this close to your face. She pushes forward until she’s bottomed out inside you. She moans as you cry out; your pleasure is her pleasure.

“Please.” You breathe out and roll your hips against hers, begging her to move faster. But Natasha wants to take her time tonight. She wants to watch your features carefully and memorise every little detail, every movement make, every sound, every twitch, every desperate whimper that falls out of your lips.

“So beautiful.” She mumbles, pecking your lips softly. She starts a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, expertly hitting your sweet spots. It’s not hard with how big the straps she uses are. She knows you love it, knows you can take it, knows that you want her to absolutely break you.

You wrap your legs around her waist and pull her in, moaning into her neck as her cock slips into you deeper. Nat growls and starts thrusting a little harder, gaining a gasp out of you with each thrust. Your nails digging into her shoulder blades only encourage her more.

“Feels so good, Mommy.” You leave a soft kiss on her neck and hear her whimper. It’s subtle but her mouth is right by you ear so you couldn't miss it. You kiss her neck again, a little harder, and Natasha lets out a ragged breath. “You make me feel good.” You mumble again and this time latch onto her skin, sucking gently. Nat moans into your ear, a little strained, but she’s on her way. She won't hold back anymore; she trusts you.

“I love you. So much.” She tells you when she pulls away to look into your eyes and brush her lips against yours.

“I love you too, baby.” You smile against her lips and gasp into her mouth when she suddenly starts thrusting faster. A string of desperate moans flow out of your mouth and into hers as she pounds into you with a hand around the back of your head tugging on your hair gently. Natasha leans down to sink her teeth into your neck, thrusting harder and harder until you’re groaning, your body pushed back with each thrust. “Fuck, just fuck me, please. Harder, Mommy.” Nat growls at your words and leans back, sitting on her knees and gripping onto your thighs. She uses them as leverage and starts pounding into you at a rapid pace, pulling you forward to meet with her thrusts.

“Mommy’s cockwhore. All mine.” Nat pants out and digs her nails into your skin. You’re a moaning mess, unsure of what to do with your hands. You rest them on your own chest, kneading your tits. “God, look at you.” She breathes, reaching a hand up your body to pinch and tug a nipple. She uses her other hand to rub circles over your clit, smirking when you throw your head back with a whorish moan. You practically sink into the mattress, body arching and hands scrunching up the sheets. Nat looks down at your pussy taking her cock, stretching, dripping, juices practically spilling out. She can hear how fucking soaked you are and it drives her crazy that this is her doing. Only she can make you a soaked mess, desperate and aching for her. “Cum on Mommy’s cock, kotenok (kitten).” With that command, your body freezes, pussy tightening around Nat’s cock. She watches in awe as you strain, head thrown back, veins popping in your neck. A string of filthy moans fall out of your mouth as Natasha carries on her brutal thrusts until your body is practically thrashing against her. 

“P-Please.” You let out strained moans, overwhelmed with the pleasure. Natasha has mercy on you and stops the pressure on your clit, but she flips you over instead. She pulls your hips until you’re on your knees, ass up in the air for her. Nat wastes no time, thrusting back in and bottoming out. “Fuck.” You groan out, head buried in the pillow.

“I just wanna make you feel good, kotenok.” She says with a light spank, gripping and kneading your skin. You moan out for her and push your ass back with each thrust. Nat stops her movements and watches as you fuck yourself on her cock, coating it each time your pussy swallows it in. “What a pretty pussy. Mine.” Nat moans out and digs her fingers into your asscheeks, thrusting forward hard. She loves how uncontrollable your moans get when she fucks you with no mercy. You let out yelps, squeals, whines, whimpers, cries, not caring if they sound ‘pretty’ or not. It’s so you, so real, so raw.

“Fuck, Mommy.” You whimper, practically drooling onto the pillow. Nat falls forward, perked buds rubbing over your back. She bites down on your neck, body flush against yours as she rolls her hips, rutting into you. “Oh, oh, Nat, Nat.” You whimper her name over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You fall over the edge quickly, pussy clamping down on her cock. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, tugging on your hair to turn your head to the side and connect your lips. You’re barely kissing, just moaning and whimpering against each other’s lips, eyes locked together. You stay like that a while, breathing into each other until Nat slowly pulls out, kissing you as you moan.

“I-I want to try something. If you want.” She asks hesitantly when she discards the strap in the bathroom, handing you a bottle of water she just drank half of. You sit up against the headboard taking deep breaths, still composing yourself, legs twitching a little.

“Anything for you, Mommy.” You give her a loving smile, lips stretching wider when she kisses you softly, her hand brushing over your cheek.

“I just-I want you. And I want-I want to give you all of me. It’s just a little hard.” She confesses nervously and you give her a soft smile, trying not to scare her off. You can tell she’s terrified, and you’ve never seen her like this. You’ve never seen her when she’s not composed, when she’s not completely sure of herself and what she wants. But you feel yourself falling even harder with her soft and vulnerable side.

“I know, my love. We’ll go at your own pace, okay?” You reassure her and she lets out a content sigh against your lips, sitting on the bed in front of you and kissing you gently, slowly, letting your hands trail along her body. You stop at the curve of her breasts, fingers ghosting underneath, around, until you squeeze them in your hands. She gasps into your mouth, whimpering softly when you tug on her nipples. You slip your tongue into her mouth and she lets you explore, tongue dancing with hers. She’s intoxicating.

“No. Wait.” Nat pulls away when your hand ghosts over her mound and you move your hand as quickly as you can, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “Just...sit back. Like that.” She quickly fixes the pillows and helps you sit back against them. You let her take control of the situation and watch the flush on her cheeks, across her chest. Seeing the light marks you sucked into her neck earlier has your pussy throbbing. God...she’s really yours. This beautiful woman is all yours.

“Pretty.” You accidentally mumble out and Nat pauses for a second, biting her bottom lip as her cheeks flush even darker. You smirk at her subtly, noting how she reacts to the compliment. With a final kiss, Natasha takes a deep breath and turns around, shifting until her back is flush against your front, her head resting against your shoulder. Oh. Oh.

“Just...” She starts, and gulps, losing her trail of thought at feeling your warm body against hers. Her eyes flutter closed and you hesitate for a moment before trailing a hand along her arm.

“I know. I know, baby.” She sighs, sinking into your touch. She’s really trusting you with her pleasure like this and fuck this is your new favourite position. You know it’ll probably happen once every damn year or something, but it’s worth it. She’s so worth the wait.

You gently caress her skin, taking your time to make sure you’re able to touch every inch of her skin, across her stomach, up to her chest to gently knead her breasts. She lets out a gasp followed by a moan that sounds so...free, unrestrained, so open. She doesn't beg, doesn’t move, just moans and lets you take your time to explore her body. You brush your fingers over the top of her thighs, moving until you’re at her inner thighs. She slowly spreads her legs a little further apart for you, opening herself up for you, to you.

“You’re so beautiful, Mommy.” You murmur, fingers ghosting up, back at her stomach. She rolls her hips subtly with a whimper and you know she’s desperate for you, having worked herself up fucking you first. You let your fingers move over the thin trail of red hair before reaching her heat, gasping as your fingers slide through your slit. She’s absolutely soaked. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.” Your lips brush the side of her head and she turns to face you, letting you kiss her softly. She moans into your mouth with each experimental flick of your fingers as you brush over her clit.

“I-I need you, moya lyubov’.” She whispers against your lips, green eyes looking into yours with desire, with vulnerability. You give in quickly, heart warming at her confession, and slip two fingers into her heat. She arches against you with a gasp and loud moan, rolling her hips gently. You use a hand to still her hips, rubbing circles into her pale skin.

“Feels good?” You ask soothingly, thrusting your fingers gently into her. Her walls throb around your fingers at the question and you smirk at her answer. She lets her head fall back on your shoulder, exposing her neck to you. There’s no way you could resist so you latch onto her skin, sucking marks into her gently. She’s so free, sinking into your body behind her, letting out the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard as you quicken the pace of your fingers. Your palm slaps against her clit with each thrust and she moans again and again, letting her fingers dig into your thighs. But you slow your pace down when she starts getting tighter around your fingers.

“Baby...” She whines out, whimpering and lifting her head to kiss along your jaw. “Please.” She asks and sinks her teeth into your neck. Fuck. Hearing her beg is not something you thought you’d hear, not like this, not in bed.

“I wanna savour this, Natty. You don’t know what you do to me...I’m so obsessed with you.” You confess and brush your lips over hers. She blushes at that and kisses you to hide it. “So beautiful.” You mumble and slip in a third finger, groaning against her lips as she moans at the stretch. You steadily quicken your pace again, your other hand coming up to knead her breast and tug her nipples softly.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Please.” Nat gasps out and you’re sure her nails have broken the skin of your thighs at this point but you don’t care. She’s in your arms, she’s desperate, moaning for you, begging for you. She’s yours. You don’t stop, you don’t stop at all but thrust harder making sure you’re hitting her clit with each thrust. Her pussy throbs hard around your fingers as her breathing becomes uneven, panting between desperate moans.

“It’s okay, Natty. You can let go.” You whisper with a soft kiss below her ear and that did it. Her body freezes for a second before she lets out a loud and desperate moan followed by needy whines, hips grinding up against your hand. You pound into her as fast as you can, wanting her to fall off the edge hard. You leave her sensitive nipple and move down to rub over her clit. She gasps out, twitching against you as you prolong her orgasm.

“F-Fuck, Y/N.” Nat moans and tries to close her legs but you hook yours around hers, keeping them spread apart. She whines out, almost thrashing against you so you stop rubbing her clit, moving your hand up to knead her breast again. You slowly calm down the pace of your fingers, holding back a moan at the feeling, at the sound of how wet she is. She’s completely coated your hand, absolutely soaked for you. She lets out a sigh as you finally pull out and immediately suck your fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

You lay like that for a moment or two, caressing her skin, stroking her hair. She finally shifts a little, slithering down and turning onto her side, pulling you to do the same. Your hands wrap around her body, keeping her close to you, tight against you. Nat lets out a staggered breath, shaky, overwhelmed with the sensations.

“Thank you for trusting me, Mommy.” You whisper, letting her know this doesn’t change the control she has, the power she has. You don’t want this to scare her away and you internally cheer when she lets out a content sigh and sinks into you.

“You’re getting tied to this bed tomorrow night.” She mumbles before falling asleep in your arms. Fuck. You did get tied up tomorrow right after she told you she was home late because she went out shopping. Nat showed you her gift, a thin leather collar with an ‘N’ pendant, and then fucked you with a leash on.

[fairestwriting]

I really loved your dragon form headcannon/scenario. So that got me thinking. What about headcannon about being the mates of Leona, malleus, jade, and Lilia? And what that entails for their s/o?

hi tysm!!! im glad you liked it that was a very fun post to make. thank you for this question also it was interesting to think about! i hope i covered enough points with this little analysis

Leona Kingscholar

He's a prince, therefore, a public, and political, figure. Being his mate means you'll get dragged into this, partly.

There's an expectation from his family and people that you'll have a specific image to keep, but, well. Leona sucks at doing his own image upkeep, so they won't be surprised if you do too.

The social consequences are kind of depressing in general? While people won't mess with you, they won't think highly of you either. Leona isn't really well liked, so if you care about others' approval a lot, well...

Leona himself is also... troublesome, to say the least. He's lazy, stubborn and prideful. That doesn't go away even in a relationship.

He's usually easygoing and makes sure you're feeling loved, though, doing his best to keep his selfishness at bay because he cares about you so much. But he does still have a lot to work through, and that requires patience.

Oh, and he gets jealous easily. The kind of guy who wraps his arms around you if anyone looks at you wrong and grumbles about you being his only.

Malleus Draconia

Like Leona, he's in a royal family, so being with him makes you part of it, too.

But since Malleus is Malleus, you won't just be seen as a prince's mate -- You're a terrifying prince's mate, and other people will definitely keep away from you just as they do with him.

There are a lot of expectations that come with being with him, even more than Leona since he will actually be king one day. The image upkeep in his case will be more complicated.

Malleus himself treats you so well, though. He's a softie under all those layers of scariness. He'll protect you with his life and make sure you feel so loved and safe.

He'll feel bad some of his responsibilities will get pushed onto you, too, and if you find any of it overwhelming, he's always willing to try to keep you away from the public eye.

Also possessive, though he never expected himself to be. But he'll rarely have to act on these urges, no one in their right mind would really dare to mess with Malleus' partner.

Jade Leech

Like with Malleus, people are going to be terrified of you, with the addition of wondering if you're insane for choosing him of all people to be with you.

Both at NRC and at his homeland, if he takes you there. Jade's a scary guy, no one wants to mess with him, or with anybody he cares about. If you're the sort of person who gets made fun of often, that will just... cease to happen the second you get together.

Despite the intimidation, Jade is very loving. He'll take good care of you, and will do everything to protect you -- Everything in its literal meaning, though. He may not be as likely to get violent as his brother, but he's just as willing.

Also, if you two are serious, he's very possessive. Again, he won't be violent in most situations, but he will abuse his own scariness to keep people away from you. You're Jade's mate after all. Not anyone else's.

Lilia Vanrouge

Dating Lilia is actually surprisingly easy? He's very openminded and mature, and he can be very caring and sweet. The act of being with him itself is something that won't bring you trouble.

The one personal issue you might have with him is if you're bothered by him not telling you everything -- He's seen and done a lot, and might be involved in some... less than savory things to this day. He'll feel shady at times. Obviously he won't hurt someone he loves, but he also won't tell you certain things about himself.

When it comes to the social consequences of being Lilia's partner, they're mostly just... curiosity. He's fairly respected in his homeland, but also recognized as a bit of an oddball, plus with the age factor, people just wouldn't expect that him of all people would fall for someone.

He gets invited to events by other nobles and notorious people quite often, and if you're there as his plus one, you can expect a lot of questions. The people just want to know who is the sort of person that managed to get Lilia Vanrouge like this.

People definitely won't mess with you though, especially those who know about Lilia's capacity.

[autisticgayngel]

Canonverse Castiel-centric/pining/loving Cas fics

some of these are Dean's POV and a lot are alternating POV, but all of them really delve into Cas's emotions and his love for Dean. All canonverse and all happy endings. Categorised by post-confession, pre-s15 curtain fic and other canon-era. Descending word count within each category. If anyone has any recs for things I should add lmk!

Post-Confession Fics

things happen (they do, they do, and they do) by sobsicles 28k rating E

Everyone has recced this, and for good reason, it's stunning. Cas gets back from the empty and Dean sort of lets him down gently and is very worried about breaking his heart. Despite this Cas is finally able to express to Dean how much he loves him and takes full advantage of this. He's earnest and sweet and so intense about it, but also incredibly hurt about the lack of reciprocation, though he tries to hide it. He does get the love he deserves in the end and it's so good!

closer (isn't close enough) by fleeceframe 18k rating E

Again, Dean's POV, but very much focused on how much Cas loves him. Has the gorgeous Cas line: “When you are hungry, you eat. When you are tired, you rest. When you are dirty, you bathe. But what are you supposed to do with love?”

My unintended by DeanaWinchester, Jeanne_de_Valois 10k rating E

Really good Cas POV, he’s obsessive and insecure but also deeply loving.

my heart a compass by lagaudiere 10k rating T

The empty torments Cas with visions of Dean and of the family he longs to have with Dean. Dean saves him.

I said show me something by ilovehowyouletmefall 7k rating E

Sparked by the debate about whether or not Dean thinks Cas can feel. Cas is hurt by Dean saying he thought he couldn't feel and vulcan mind melds to show him exactly how he feels about him. It's a really interesting exploration of both of their feelings and fears.

Gift by thisisapaige 2k rating G

Very sweet little fic of them trying to work things out once Cas returns from the empty.

Pre-s15 Curtain Fics

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden 95k rating E

Dean tries to retire with his family but finds himself alone as Sam and Jack take a road trip and Cas goes hunting in order to prove he's still useful as a human and to avoid thinking about his feelings for Dean. Really agonising and harrowing at the start as they both feel so rejected and miserable. Cas gets into situations where monsters use his feelings for Dean to attack him. Eventually, they're able to tentatively work out their feelings and settle down together and it's very sweet.

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose 26k rating E

Dean and Cas retire together. Cas becomes a beekeeper and Dean starts to use the honey he makes to bake goods, which they sell at the farmer's market. Cas is very much in love with Dean but it takes Dean a bit longer to work things out.

Other Canon-era

A Winter's Tale by NorthernSparrow 64k rating T

This one hurts a lot, so fair warning for that. Cas falls ill while human and homeless and is hospitalised. Dean finds the journal Cas kept as he struggled to survive in this time. Pre-Destiel but Cas does write a lot about his feelings for Dean. Sam and Dean shower Cas with love and kindess as he recovers. Also a destiel epilogue that is very sweet and fluffy.

In the Shadow of your Wings by Enochian Things (Salr323) 57k rating E

Cas confesses his love to Dean post s11 finale but the timing is terrible and Dean is very repressed about it all and breaks Cas's heart. Cas gets an Italian man of letters boyfriend in an attempt to get over it and Dean is insanely jealous (which Cas is oblivious to) but they all have to work together to try to save Sam from the BMOL. Dean eventually gets his shit together and treats Cas the way Cas has learnt to understand he deserves.

That Black Dog Ache by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) 28k rating E

This is very much Dean's POV but I'm putting it here anyway because it has a really intense love confession from Cas, which I'll include an excerpt of that drives me insane:

'“I listen to your music, and I close my eyes. I try to imagine I’m in the Impala, hunting with you. And, sometimes,” his throat jumped, “I lay on your bed. I think about what it would be like if I got to have a place on it beside you... If you ever let me get close enough.”'

Kelp!I Need Somebody by andimeantittosting (Saylee) 27k rating E

A really sweet fic in which Sam, Dean and Cas go to investigate a case on Jesse and Cesar's ranch. Switching POV with really good mutual pining as they tentatively begin to realise the other feels the same.

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous 26k rating E

Set early s4, Cas has to possess Dean temporarily. While doing this, he has to work to hide his feelings from Dean. Cas is already obsessed with Dean and in love with him but is embarrassed by it and struggles to keep Dean from seeing all of this, especially when Dean wants to have sex with someone while Cas is possessing him.

Après by imogenbynight 24k rating E

Set after the angels fall in s8. Cas falls to earth in Paris and realises he's in love with Dean. Dean comes to get him and they find love together in Paris.

desiderium, lost by atlasian 20k rating T

Castiel confesses his love for Dean and Dean tells him to move on. Cas tries, fairly unsuccessfully, before Dean gets it together.

No Other Worthy Quest by MajorEnglishEsquire 15k rating E

Cas just loves Dean very much.

'“For fuck's sake,” his skin is heating. Cas can feel it. “Stop saying lovey-dovey shit.”

“I know,” Cas rolls his eyes. “It’s so mortifying for you when I want to tell you I love you. I’m using all my self-restraint, I promise not to embarrass you.”'

The Arrow by jscribbles 12k rating T

Valentine's day and Cas has been hit by a Cupid's arrow and is literally sick with love for Dean.

and all this devotion by dothraki_shieldmaiden 10k rating M

Dean gets hurt on a hunt and Cas takes care of him in a cabin. Very sweet, delightful Cas POV of him being very much in love.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits 10k rating E

Cas struggles to work out why Dean deems some things meaningful and some things worthless, and where he fits into this apparent dichotomy. Really gorgeous and agonising Cas POV that deals with their constant issue of Dean just wanting Cas to stay and Cas wanting Dean to want him to stay but they're both too afraid to express it.

Breathe by turningthepages 9k rating G

Dean and Cas platonically sleep together to help with Dean's sleep. Cas both likes the situation and longs for it to mean more.

First Date by aeli_kindara 9k rating T

Dean asks Cas on a date and they're both trying very hard to make it all work. The sequel is stunning too.

'Dean says, “We should do that. Go on a date.”

Something in Castiel’s chest fuzzes, like static on a TV, and stops.'

weights on my ankles by dothraki_shieldmaiden 9k rating M

After 15x3 The Rupture, Cas goes back to Rexford. While there, he thinks about how Dean hurt him all those years ago and how he hurt him more recently. Partly a 9x6 Heaven Can Wait fanfic-gap fic.

Let it Linger by OmniscientOranges 8k rating M

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[volleychumps]

Found your tumblr acc recently and im INLOVE with it 😂. Idk if this is weird but, Can i request a fluffy imagine with nishinoya, bokuto, oikawa, and kuroo in which before practice the reader underestimates he's ability to lift stuff (calling him weak and other stuff) then out of nowhere, he lifts the reader to prove how strong he is and the other volleyball members there are like "... B r u h" lmao

c u t e 

Warning(s); cursing

Underestimating Their Ability to Lift Things and Getting Lifted in the Process (Nishinoya, Bokuto, Oikawa, and Kuroo) -headcannons-

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Nishinoya

- come on you know better

- is the hardest simp for you, but you always say no because you really can’t take him seriously with the way he fawns over girls 

- so surprise surprise when he literally almost cries in joy when you pop your head into the volleyball gym with a stack of chairs they had requested tucked under your arm

- “Need a man to help you carry those, Y/N?” all puppy dog like, omg please pet him 

- “A man?” You tease, not seeing the way he had frowned while stilling in place “It’s okay, I doubt you could handle it-” 

- a whole beat of silence comes from him amongst the rowdiness of the gym before his eyes shine over in competitiveness

- and you don’t notice until he’s literally holding you by the waist, lifting you up like you weigh nothing with the chairs 

- grins widely up at you, blinking as if nothing were the matter as heat floods your cheeks

- he was literally holding you like a child, and you have to tighten your hold on the chairs so they don’t fucking fall 

- Now the whole gym was silent: like why the hell is their libero holding up some random girl in the middle of the entrance 

- “...do I need to call the police-” “Tsukki nO-” 

- Asahi’s literally palming his face while Suga is covering Hinata’s and Yamaguchi’s eyes, telling them not to take notes on how to treat the girls they like

- Daichi is behind him in a second, sweatdropping and ready to catch you if Noya decides to drop you because he’s so unpredictable 

- Tanaka is in the background nodding his head in approval while Kiyoko is just lightly shaking her head and thinking of a billion ways to apologize to you

- “O-okay, you can handle it!” You manage out, flushed as Noya’s grin widens, putting you down before scratching the back of his head

- “So ice cream after school?” As if he didn’t just pick you the fuck up, and your heart beats surprisingly a little quicker at the situation before you groan, spinning on your heel

- “...yes. It’s not a date though!” 

- let’s just say the gasp around the gym was collective as you rushed away, Noya grinning like a madman before punching the air as Suga and Tsukishima blink in disbelief 

- “That did not just work-” “I’ve suddenly seen enough today, I’d like to go home.” 

Bokuto

- bold of you to assume he wouldn’t 

- you’re the manager of the Fukurodani volleyball team, and you’re filling a large container with water bottles for the boys after they finish practice

- Bokuto’s your boyfriend, but still a newly-minted one that was always leaving practice to come up to you to bargain for hugs to keep him energized

- hugs are just his thing, okay?

- “Y/N can I help?! That looks heavy!” “I don’t know Bo...it seems like a bit much for you, don’t you think?”

- literally does not pick up on the teasing in your tone, and his face falls for a second before his eyes light up with an idea 

- so imagine Fukurodani’s surprise when a shriek fills the gym, and all of practice stops to see their ace had somehow managed to slip away from practicing to be the core reason of said shriek

- deadass lifts you high enough to where you’re sitting on his shoulders, legs draping over them as a hot blush fills your cheeks as he bounces on the balls of his feet, as if he were warming up

- “And now I’m gonna run-!” “Bo, nO-” 

- Akaashi takes a good two seconds to pinch the bridge of his nose as Konoha cackles at the sight before them, Bokuto grabbing your thighs to keep you steady as he runs around the outer gym

- Komi and Sarukui both shake their heads in disbelief as you hold onto Bokuto for dear life 

- “Konoha, get over here and help me stop him.” “Akaashi he’s your pet, you go get him.”

- only lets you down when he runs a full lap, and you blink in slight dizziness before expecting he’ll let you down-

- sike bitch you thought 

- “Y/N, can you do that cute thing where you lean your head over?” “Like...this?” 

- you’re still trying to get your thoughts together, and you hang your head over his upside down so your hair is draping downward, meeting Bokuto’s gold eyes from the odd angle 

- kisses the tip of your nose after grinning at your obedience, and you yelp before hiding your face in your hands after straightening with a blush

- Akaashi approaches him as if he has a hostage, both hands in the air as it looks like Bokuto’s about to start running again with a dazed you atop his shoulders

- I’m dying Konoha’s filming this 

- “Bokuto put her down.” “Gotta catch me first, Akaashi!” 

Oikawa

- “Why are you standing in front of Y/N-chan?” “Stop whining, idiot- it’s so you don’t look at her ass while she’s helping the coach lift some of the trophies onto the shelves of the gym.” 

- gasps at the accusation as you stifle a laugh from above, balanced atop stacked practice mats with Iwaizumi and Matsukawa chilling in front of you 

- “Y/N-chan, I’m being bullied down here!” “...I don’t know, maybe they’re onto something-” 

- feigns a second gasp of shock as you giggle before slightly struggling to lift a particularly heavier trophy onto the shelves 

- “Need help?” he’s done joking now, frowning when he sees you wobbling from your balance as you offer him a thumbs up when you lift it, too distracted to think about the impact of your next words 

- “As if you could offer me any form of help, you pampered setter.” 

- I kid you not this brunette really took those words to heart despite the laughs Iwa and Mattsun gave at your words, and walked up to your balanced form to push lightly on one of the mats 

- bitch the fuck

- you yelp before Oikawa catches you smoothly bridal-style, hugging one of the smaller trophies to your chest as you blink up at him with an owlish expression as he grins down at you

- “...did..did you just push me over to prove a point-” “OI SHITTYKAWA” 

- “Hang on tight, Y/N-chan, we’re going for a spin!” “A what-” 

- runs away with you in his arms as Iwa and Mattsun call after you like some kind of parents as you run away with an unapproved boyfriend 

- “...should we help her Kunimi?” “Nah she’s a goner, Kindaichi.” 

- Hanamaki considers tripping his captain but decides against it because it would probably hurt you too as you wrap your arms around his neck to keep from falling

- “...if you really want me to get her I can tackle really well.” “Kyoutani, sit your ass down.” 

- only sets you down when he makes it to the hallway conjoined with the gym, laughing at your bewildered expression as your back touches one of the lockers 

- “Still think I can’t help you, Y/N-chan?” “You are so dramatic, Oikawa Tooru.” 

- you shake your head before going to walk back to practiice only for his arm to stop you as he pouts down at you, leaning down as the pout contorts to a smirk

- “And what if I said I just wanted to get you and your pretty face alone?”

Kuroo

- “Kuroo stop flirting with our manager, you have to share!” “She’s my girlfriend, you imbecile.” 

- glares at Lev who pouts, wanting your attention as the tall boy impatiently waits to talk to you before you giggle, gently pushing your boyfriend away 

- “I’m everyone’s manager babe. I need Lev’s help to lift some of the mats out of the gym.” ...why didn’t you just ask me?”

- in all honesty you didn’t really think much of asking your boyfriend for help first, thinking it wasn’t a big deal as you grin teasingly 

- “Duh. Because I doubt you’d be able to carry one, babe.” “Is that right?” 

- But you’re already walking away to bend down to help Lev with the mats, not seeing the glint in Kuroo’s feral eyes as he watches 

- not gonna lie he was probs looking at your ass and trying not to admire it because he was trying to be annoyed 

- so as you come back laughing alongside Lev he’s really annoyed now, so when you bend back down again he walks up to you and scoops you up from behind, flinging you over his shoulder like a rag doll possessively 

- “Tetsurou, what-?!” “Team meeting!” 

- And I kid you not Kuroo leads this team meeting in the most casual-manner with you slung over his shoulder, Kenma sighing because he feels bad for you as if it were a test of trust, daring anyone to look at what was his 

- “Hey Kuroo? You’ve got a little something...” “Where, Yaku?” 

- “...oh nevermind, just a fly.” “YAKU MORISUKE-” 

- grins as he ignores you hitting him on the back, and when the meeting’s over he doesn’t put you down as he hums, lifting three of the mats with one hand

- “...I get it. You can lift things. Put me down now.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” 

- Lev is lowkey jealous while Yamamoto gapes at the cuteness of you two as you kiss the top of Kuroo’s head with a pout, trying to bargain you’re way down as Kuroo simply ignores you 

- “They’re an odd couple.” “If I said what she did, it would probably be me- he’s just insane.” 

- “KENMA I HEARD THAT.” “Says the guy with his girlfriend slung forcibly over his shoulder.” 

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[sigurdjarlson]

Tom is a vacuum when it comes to Greg

Greg is covered in so many hickeys he looks like he has some kind of strange disease or like fell into a pit of leeches.

In all seriousness Tom would love marking him up tho.

Also I think in an alternate not together yet scenario something in him would absolutely snap if he happened to see one on Greg that someone else gave him.

Not only does it tell him he clearly slept with someone (and that’s already enough to set him off) but they left marks on him like he’s theirs to claim.

He hates it because his eyes are drawn to it every time he looks at him. It’s like a big sign mocking him, telling him that despite the fact they’ve become even closer after Italy Greg still doesn’t belong to him. They live together and Greg still doesn’t belong to him.

(Where Greg got it idk maybe he went back to someone else’s place while out because I don’t think he could get away with bringing a hookup home)

And when Greg accidentally lets it slip that it’s a guy who gave it to him (because Tom can’t stop commenting and mocking him about it. He’s like uncomfortably fixated on it) he’s even more pissed because…apparently Greg is gay or bi or whatever. It’s just that he doesn’t want Tom apparently and that feels like a punch to the stomach.

And now he’s got images of someone fucking him in his head and it just pisses him off more. It’s absolutely driving him insane, thinking of Greg underneath someone, panting, moaning..

He can’t help but wonder if he’d beg for more or if he’d show his more demanding side? Would he be greedy for it like he is for other things like food and material possessions.

(And love)

Maybe both. Both seems about right.

It’s the thought of someone inside him and there’s something unbearably intimate about that kind of act. The thought of someone else being so close to him and seeing him, having him, in ways Tom can’t.

And he can’t stop himself from being a bitch about it.

And worst of all this person, who Greg can’t even remember the name of, had the audacity to leave marks on him.

Greg is absolutely baffled by Tom’s weird obsession with it and how every word about it is tinged with so much venom. I’d he didn’t know better he’s think Tom was jealous.

And eventually Greg asks him what the fuck his problem is and he ends up pressed up against the wall of their shared apartment, Tom’s thumb moving to rub over the fading mark, glaring at it like he’s trying to remove it with sheer willpower alone.

And Greg gets it.

“You’re mine.” Is all he says, his fingers wrapping around his throat in a way that probably should make him nervous..but he’s not. Tom isn’t going to actually hurt him he knows that. He’s not pressing down enough to mess with his breathing or anything like that.

This isn’t violence..it’s something else.

“I am?” It’s a bit cocky and a bit bold because the realization that Tom is jealous is making him ridiculously happy (and horny)

He tries but not really to push away and Tom isn’t having it. against the wall again. “Yes.” And he’s already embarrassingly hard with the way Tom is pushing him around, moving him like he is his. ‘I own you’ each touch seems to say, ‘i can do what I want with you.’

He’s always doing that when he thinks about it.

Yeah, maybe he’s been Tom’s for a while now but he’s not about to give him the satisfaction of saying it just yet.

Greg feels like his legs are made of jello honestly because Tom looks like he wants to devour him. His grip on him is tight and possessive.

“Prove it.” And he tilts his head back and raises his eyebrows and Tom sees it for what it is this time. An invitation and a challenge.

So..he proves it 👀

And Greg is covered in so many marks by the time he’s done with him he has to wear a turtleneck. The rest are..more easily hidden by his clothes but they know they’re there and that’s enough.

[kenganparadise]

Saw your Yandere thing and was wondering I hope this is alright but what kind of Yanderes would Raian, Ohma and Agito be like ?

YES!! Thank you so much for sending me a request! I really hope you enjoy i actually had a lot of fun writing this!☺️😆 thank you so much for reading my rules/earlier posts before sending in a request.

Quick Reminder (I should have specified earlier)- I wont do any violent yandere (everything I write will stay consensual towards the reader) so no kidnapping, murder, or brutality towards reader. I much prefer to write about non-toxic relationships. But sometimes I’m a simp for a little spicy yandere🥵

⚠️WARNING TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS AHEAD⚠️

Raian-

• Raian is a possessive/Jealous yandere. He doesn’t like anyone coming near his Mate. God forbid someone flirt or stare at his S/O just a little too long. He’d snap.

• His S/O would see some gore indeed. Raian would murder people in front of them. But he’d also murder people in public or in front of other Kengan fighters. He’d do this just to send a message.

• He gets jealous VERY easily. His S/O never goes anywhere alone. Whether they’re accompanied by him or another Kure. No harm will ever come to his mate.

• His obsession can lead to madness. He would be the type to do things against his Mate’s will. He does what he wants. And he wants his mate all to himself and himself alone.

• He’d go through his S/O’s phone. Not because he thinks they’re cheating on him- he does trust them- but to see if anyone has made comments on their social media’s or if anyone has sent them private messages. He probably blocks a bunch of people.

• And he just wants to see what his S/O looks up. He wants to know everything about his S/O. Some valuable information could be hidden in their phone.

• His mate better kiss privacy goodbye. He’s like basically like a cat with bad separation anxiety. The only place he won’t follow them to is the bathroom.

• If his S/O asks for space that’s gonna be a big fat no.

• He’s got a thing for scent- I’ve touched on this before in my NSFW HCs- but he will steal his Mate’s clothing for the smell. He loves burying his face in their hair and breathing deeply.

• He’d prefer his S/O to stay home and be his cute little house Wife/husband/spouse. His missions are much much shorter. He wants to come home to his mate as quickly as possible.

• Out of these three I’d say this relationship is the most toxic.

Ohma-

• Ohma is a lovestruck/admirable yandere. He’s probably the best out of these three men. Out of the three this is probably the healthiest relationship.

• He’s sickly over affectionate. He can’t keep his hands or lips off his darling.

• I don’t believe his love for his S/O would drive him to insanity.

• The relationship would probably start out as friendship. Though Ohma’s feelings would have probably started immediately. He would grow more and more attached to his Darling. He’d want to grow closer and closer to them.

• Soon they’re one of the only people he hangs out with. He’s calling and texting them daily asking them to come hang out or out to eat.

• He’s finding himself doing things he doesn’t like or doing things he has no interest in just to see his Darling.

• He’d pick up on their hobbies for sure.

• They might notices that his hand lingers on their shoulder. Or that his hand brushes against theirs quite often when they walk together.

• Ohma can become desperate for physical contact with his S/O. They might notice that he stands much closer to them than he does with Yamashita or any of their other friends.

• Finally he’d ask them out. He’d be elated if they say yes. He’d have a big goofy smile on his face and a skip in his step.

• If they say no he’d be utterly heartbroken. He’d go into a depression. He’d snap easier. He’d get into a lot of more fights. He’d be angrier, darker, and moodier.

• His S/O would become his inspiration. Seeing and hearing them cheer him on fills his heart with so much pride and love.

• Out of the three I’d say this would be the healthiest relationship.

Agito-

• Agito is a lovesick/obsessive yandere.

• He has no experience with love. So when he falls for his darling he falls HARD.

• Suddenly this person is all he can think about. They are all he can see, they are on his mind 24/7. He obsesses over them. He becomes lovesick. His chest tightens when he think of them. There’s a lump in his throat when they walk past.

• I believe his love could drive him to madness. He’d wait for these feelings to disappear but they never do. They only grow stronger and stronger.

• The relationship would start off as an odd friendship. At first he’d watch them from afar. He’d study them and their mannerisms, the way they talk, the say they speak, their body language. Then suddenly Agito was around his Beloved quite often.

• but watching from afar becomes not enough for him.

• They’d be surprised. Why was he hanging around them all the sudden? An unexpected friendship would form.

• He wants to be as close to them as possible. He also has a collection of things they have. Maybe a item they dropped, something they had thought they lost but Agito secretly pocketed it.

• His prized possession of his is a sweatshirt they had forgotten. He sometimes cuddles with it at night, pretending that is was them and not a piece of fabric.

• Its canon that Agito is artistically talented. He would draw pictures of his beloved. He’d make sculptures of them. He has sketchbooks filled with their smile. They are his muse.

• He does not have the words to describe how he feels. He’s never felt this way before in his life.

• He’d have such a hard time confessing. At first he’s more than fine just being friends. But his bottled up feelings bubble over. Suddenly he CAN’T be just friends. He need more. He need all of them.

• He confides in his friends. He either goes to Metsudo or Okubo. Both give him shitty advice.

• He ends up just telling his beloved that he has romantic feelings for them. If they return his feelings he’d feel as though a massive weight has been lifted. They’re finally his and his alone. That thought alone is enough to bring a smile on his face

• If he faces rejection Agito would go into a deep dark depression. He feels as though all the color in the world has faded to grays. His heart twists in his chest. He feels pain. His battles become so much more brutal.

• The relationship is quite nice. Agito isn’t that needy at first. He is so gentle with them. His S/O intoxicates him. He wants more and more and more. He can’t seem to get enough.