#there is something so amazing about working on a meal from scratch and then taking a bite and it's delicious

[waitineedaname]

I love cooking so much

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

SQUEAKY CLEAN

── AKA. . .

the first time you put bucky’s metal arm in the dishwasher | just pure fluff with mentions of angst from the past.

── Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader

(obviously this is an au and i’ve taken creative liberties in bringing back some characters that have passed away because in this story no they didn’t!!!! i’ve loved and been in the mcu fandom since the first iron man so when you see things have been changed, that’s just me taking creative liberties for the sake of my story. as far as powers go, i don’t get into using them but reader can travel the multiverse, and has telekinesis)

thank you @pellucid-constellations for getting me out of my bucky writing slump, without even meaning to! i am but a kathie stan account atp. now brb gonna go re read for the love of the game again 🙂‍↔️

Bucky Barnes wasn’t sure of many things in life. But one thing he is 100% certain of, is that he is completely in love with you.

Even in the beginning, you were a calming presence in his life. He’d known you since you helped Steve track him down in Romania.

Now here you were all these years later, and most days he still couldn’t believe that not only were you in love with him as he was in love with you, but he was lucky enough to call you his wife.

On tough days where you weren’t also working, you often cooked so that he came home to his favorite home cooked meal, you’d make sure he took a long shower to relieve the tension in his muscles, and you even encouraged him to remove his metal arm when he was at home.

The last part occurred after he confessed that yes, he obviously loved being able to have both hands working. But there was a small sense of relief when he was able to be without his metal arm, even if only for short periods of time.

And that’s what you were dealing with right now. Bucky was gone for the day to go meet Sam and Joaquin for what Sam declared would be the best guys day any of them ever had. You were surprised when Bucky said he was going to go without the arm, since they were only going to be eating, watching the best trash tv (again, Sam’s words), and hanging out just the 3 of them.

When he told them, Joaquin immediately offered to pick him up on his way to Sam’s.

That was how you knew he fully trusted the 2 men. Around new people, or anyone he wasn’t too sure of, he always wore the metal arm, saying it was just incase.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed the arm was starting to get a little dirty. Shuri had done an amazing job, and the vibranium prevented itself from retaining any scratches. But there were tiny spots of dry old blood and other stains that didn’t come off no matter how hard you scrubbed, and you worried how Bucky would react when he noticed one day.

You set the arm down on the kitchen counter and sat down as you tried to work out what to do. After thinking for a few minutes, you pulled out your phone, sending a text.

Less than 5 minutes later you were on a Zoom call with the 2 people you thought would best be able to help you.

“I’m telling you, it’ll be fine! I know my technology, and some soap and hot water could probably do it good. It’s made to withstand water whether or not it’s being worn.”

“What she said. Plus if it something goes wrong, just come over and Stark Enterprises will be happy to help. I won’t even charge you.”

Shuri rolled her eyes as Tony spoke, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

As the 2 went back and forth arguing about who’d be able to repair the arm the best, should the dishwasher idea go wrong, you quietly leave the Zoom call, promptly receiving 2 messages.

Figuring fuck it, only one way to find out if this’ll work, you pick up the metal arm and head over to the dishwasher.

After spending too long deciding what cycle to run it on, you opt for the shortest one, pop a dishwasher pod in, and hope for the best.

Realizing Bucky will probably be home soon, you decide to kill time tidying up the apartment. He forgot his phone at home, but Joaquin text you saying that your boyfriend mentioned that he missed you multiple times.

You’re well aware that you could wave your hands around and have your apartment basically tidy itself. On your last girls night, Wanda had shown you how to do just that. But something about moving around the different rooms and cleaning / organizing, it calmed you. So you often chose to just do it manually.

When the door to your and Bucky’s apartment opens, you smile as you realize you were right.

“Doll, I’m home.” You look up to see him toss his keys onto the little table by the door.

He does a double take as he walks by the kitchen counter, noticing the giant piece of metal that’s missing.

“Where… where’s my arm?”

Right after he asks, the dishwasher does the little series of beeps that lets you know it’s finished. You grab Bucky’s hand as you tell him to come with you to the kitchen.

“Wanna take a guess where your arm is?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows as he takes a quick glance around the kitchen. “Under the sink?”

When you realize he thinks you hid it for him to find, you can’t help but laugh. “It’s not hide and seek for your arm baby. Although I’ll keep that in mind for the future. But anyway, you know how your arms really good at not retaining scratches or dents from bullets or knives or whatever people try to kill you with?”

“…yeah.” You can practically see the gears turning in Bucky’s head as he tries to figure out where this conversation is headed.

“But you also know better than anyone that it’s not the easiest thing to clean, right?”

“I— yeah…”

“Well I made a call. Actually I guess technically I got on a call with two people, because I had an idea but wanted to make sure it would work and wouldn’t damage the vibranium.”

“Sweetheart… what did you do?”

“Ta-daaaaa!” You open the dishwasher and slide the bottom rack out.

When Bucky sees his metal arm on the rack, he bursts out laughing. He bends down to look at it, then pulls out his phone to get a picture before he takes it out.

Piggy backing off of his idea, you make him bend down next to the dishwasher, and he makes a face as he looks at the arm, pretending to be grumpy. After you take the photo, he carefully removes the arm and places it on the counter so he can inspect it up close.

It’s then that you’re thankful the dishwasher had a drying feature or you’re sure things would’ve ended bad.

You’re also pleased to see that your idea worked. The arm has a little bit of its shine back like when he was first gifted it. Gone are any traces of blood and whatever else wouldn’t come off when you scrubbed by hand.

When his arm is back on, he approaches you and pulls you close, and you sigh with content at the feeling of being in his embrace again.

“Thank you,” Bucky smiles and places a hand on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

“All I did was put it in the dishwasher and push a button, but I’m happy to help.”

“No,” Bucky shakes his head. He’s turned serious now, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face, and you know he’s happy. “I don’t mean just for that. When I first got that other arm from hydra, if you’d have told me there was gonna come a day where I’d be able to joke about it and be comfortable enough to take it off in front of people, not that I laughed back then but I would’ve laughed in your face.”

“Buck…” tears filled your eyes as you thought of Bucky as a scared man just forced into captivity. When a tear finally falls, he immediately wipes it away.

“If you’d have told me that eventually I’d meet the love of my life, and that she takes care of me, helps me see that I’m just as much of a man without the arm, I’d have said you were crazy. You know we got a little sentimental over at Sam’s, well he and Joaquin did a little more than me because I don’t get drunk, but we got to talking about safe or happy places. Sam and Joaquin agreed that their happy place was in the sky, when they’re able to fly freely in their suits and there’s no trouble or anything to worry about.”

You smiled as you picture them answering. Sam talked about flying like it was the coolest thing in the world, and you had no doubt that was true.

“I told them my happy place wasn’t actually a place. It’s you. Without a doubt, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And if I could only pick one reason to be grateful for…” he holds up his left hand and wiggles the metal fingers, “it’d be because it allows me to hold you like this.” He pulls you close once again, and for a moment there’s just a comfortable silence as you enjoy being in each others embrace.

“Well now I’m really glad I decided to put your arm in the dishwasher,” you laugh as a happy tear manages to escape.

“Me too doll, me too.”

bonus ~

[kenzdolls]

GAMER INTOLERANCE.

⌗ synopsis: you’re a person with IGD (Internet Gaming Disorder), so how does your boyfriend deal with it?

⌗ pairing: mha men x reader

⌗ side note: the loneliness is real I’m gonna be honest—

𐔌.  IZUKU MIDORIYA:

▹ keeps detailed notes about your gaming habits in hero analysis notebook #47 (yes he made a whole notebook just for understanding you better) and accidentally discovers the correlation between your longest gaming sessions and when you're avoiding real-world stress

▹ definitely doesn't stay up until 3am researching igd and healthy coping mechanisms but somehow always has perfectly timed snack deliveries and gentle check-ins during your marathon sessions

▹ creates the most elaborate care packages with color-coordinated sticky notes reminding you about hydration, eye breaks, and "you're doing amazing but maybe stretch?" written in his chaotic handwriting

▹ gets genuinely excited about your achievements and keeps a list of all your high scores, favorite games, and that one boss fight you've been stuck on for three weeks (offers to help research strategies even though he's terrible at gaming)

▹ worry-mumbles about your sleep schedule but learns your game's soundtrack so he can tell how intense your session is getting just by the music bleeding through your headphones

▹ develops an entire system of gentle interventions disguised as coincidences: "oh wow, i just happened to make too much katsudon, and the sunset looks really pretty from the balcony right now, want to see?"

𐔌.  KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

▹ storms into your gaming space like "oi, when's the last time you ate something that wasn't energy drinks and regret?" but there's always a perfectly prepared meal in his hands that he "accidentally" made too much of

▹ absolutely does not research your games to understand what you're going through but somehow always knows exactly when you're about to rage quit and appears with aggressive support: "that boss is being a little bitch, but you're not gonna let some pixels make you their bitch, right?"

▹ installs parental controls on your setup (without asking) but the restrictions are weirdly thoughtful - blocks during meal times he's cooking and creates mandatory "touch grass" periods that coincide with his training schedule

▹ learns gaming terminology just to trash talk your opponents more effectively: "that scrub is camping like a coward, show them what a real gamer looks like!"

▹ forces you into "training montages" where he makes you do push-ups between deaths ("if you're gonna sit on your ass for 12 hours, at least make it a strong ass")

▹ secretly learns to play your favorite co-op games because "someone has to carry you through this shit" but gets embarrassingly competitive about your team rankings

𐔌.  SHOTO TODOROKI:

▹ approaches your gaming habits with the analytical precision of someone who's never experienced a hobby before: takes notes, asks incredibly direct questions like "do you game more when you're avoiding your father?" 

▹ creates detailed spreadsheets tracking your gaming hours vs. mood vs. sleep quality because "data helps me understand how to support you better" (doesn't realize how intense this sounds)

▹ his rich boy solutions are accidentally perfect sets up the most ergonomic gaming space known to mankind with temperature control, blue light filtering, and a mini-fridge stocked with actual nutritious snacks

▹ sits quietly nearby during your sessions working on his own stuff, becoming a comforting presence who somehow always knows when you need emotional support without you saying anything

▹ learns to make your comfort foods from scratch because "store-bought isn't good enough for someone i care about" and delivers them with zero fanfare

▹ accidentally becomes your guild's favorite person because he remembers everyone's schedules and sends polite reminders about raid times and event deadlines

𐔌.  EIJIRO KIRISHIMA:

▹ becomes your personal hype man who genuinely celebrates every single achievement: "bro, you just got that headshot! that was so manly!" *aggressively supportive arm gestures*

▹ definitely doesn't panic-research igd at 2am but starts leaving little encouraging notes around your setup: "remember you're more than your rank!" and "hydration is manly!"

▹ learns your game just enough to understand when you're having a rough session and swoops in with the most genuine pep talks: "hey, bad games don't make you a bad person, you know?"

▹ creates "gym buddy but for life balance" energy - suggests you both work on your respective challenges together (his self-doubt, your gaming habits) with matching goal charts and reward systems

▹ masters the art of the perfect gaming break: warm hugs, protein smoothies, and stories about his day that are just interesting enough to ground you without being demanding

▹ somehow makes every gaming achievement feel like a shared victory while also making every break feel like quality time instead of an interruption

𐔌.  DENKI KAMINARI:

▹ initially thinks dating a gamer will be awesome until he realizes you're way more hardcore than his casual mobile gaming and gets lowkey intimidated by your setup

▹ becomes the master of chaotic interventions: unplugs your router "by accident," challenges you to stupid tiktok dances, or starts playing ridiculously loud music until you're forced to acknowledge his existence

▹ absolutely enables your habits sometimes brings you energy drinks and snacks but draws the line at letting you skip meals: "babe, you can't sustain this lifestyle on doritos and spite"

▹ creates elaborate schemes to make irl activities more appealing than gaming: "what if we went to the arcade? it's like gaming but with more lights and you can see my devastatingly handsome face"

▹ learns to recognize your different types of gaming moods and adapts accordingly - respects your serious competitive sessions but crashes your casual farming sim time with commentary and jokes

▹ somehow becomes friends with your online gaming buddies and creates a support network that bridges your digital and real relationships

𐔌.  TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

▹ completely understands the appeal of escaping into digital worlds and doesn't judge your habits because he's been there, but gets weirdly possessive when games take priority over him

▹ creates a bizarre competitive dynamic where he tries to out-game you, leading to couples gaming sessions that last 20+ hours and probably aren't healthy for either of you

▹ oddly supportive in his own twisted way: "the real world is garbage anyway, at least you're good at something" (this is his version of encouragement)

▹ enables your worst habits while simultaneously calling you out: stocks your space with junk food and energy drinks while muttering about how you're "rotting away like society"

▹ becomes eerily invested in your gaming drama and holds genuine grudges against players who've wronged you: "give me their usernames, i'll make them regret existing"

▹ his room setup makes yours look casual and he creates the ultimate gaming cave where you both can ignore the outside world, which is either deeply romantic or deeply concerning depending on perspective

𐔌.  DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI):

▹ approaches your gaming addiction with his signature blend of dark humor and genuine concern disguised as indifference: "nice to see you're as committed to avoiding reality as i am"

▹ secretly worried because he recognizes destructive coping mechanisms but expresses concern through sarcasm: "wow, 16 hours straight, that's almost as impressive as my daddy issues"

▹ becomes surprisingly attentive to your physical health in subtle ways - adjusts room temperature without being asked, replaces your desk chair with something that won't destroy your back, casually mentions eye strain

▹ uses his insomnia to keep weird parallel schedules with your gaming marathons, becoming a comforting presence who's just... there when you need him at 4am

▹ learns your games well enough to have intelligent conversations about them, but always with his trademark cynicism: "so you're telling me you spent six hours optimizing a virtual farm while eating cereal for dinner?"

▹ creates moments of genuine connection by sharing his own escapism strategies and bonding over the appeal of worlds where you have control

𐔌.  SPINNER (SHUICHI IGUCHI):

▹ actually the most qualified to understand your situation as a former shut-in gamer himself, approaches your relationship with genuine empathy and zero judgment

▹ shares his own experiences with gaming addiction and social withdrawal without making it about him: "i get it, sometimes the digital world feels safer, but isolation isn't actually protection"

▹ creates the perfect balance of gaming together vs. encouraging other activities - suggests co-op games that build teamwork, then translates those skills into real-world adventures

▹ helps you recognize the difference between gaming as hobby vs. gaming as avoidance with gentle questions: "are we playing this because it's fun or because tuesday sucked?"

▹ his lizard brain finds your intense focus oddly attractive but knows when to interrupt with perfectly timed reality checks disguised as snack breaks and conversation

▹ becomes your accountability partner who actually understands the struggle - celebrates your healthy choices without making you feel broken for needing support

⌗ taglist: @idexmids @siriuslyginnychase @eleteo125 @st4r-dustx @corpsebridenightamare

⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @miss-indigen0us @cupkiki

[circeyoru]

Hello you beautiful and amazeing writer!! I'm here to make a request that is more on the funny side (btw, I love ur stories. Unwanted soul being one of my favorites, lol)

That cursed cat Alastor is EVERYWERE!! And u know what? I give in... Could you write something funny where yan!Alastor is jelous of the cat? Like, he would be like:

"Me or the cat!?" And reader, with no hesetation, "The cat *takes cursed cat Alastor and leaves*". Then someome comes in "Damm, they didn't even think about it" (please tell me someome gets the reference😭)

That cat can have my fricking soul, I love it so much and it makes me laugh so bad udgdihdudhe. ANYWAYS!! Hope u have a good day/night!!! Heudhsudhjdgdhs

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Hi hi! Thanks for your love!! I agree that cursed cat Alastor is everywhere. More request and ask on him in my inbox!!

Okay, here is short part on Cursed Cat Alastor VS Yandere!Alastor. For easy distinction, I'm calling the cat Bambi.

Alastor's eyes twitched as he glared at the lookalike in your arms; that was his place when he came to you after working so hard for the little interest project you sent him to. The creature, Bambi as you named it, narrowed its eyes as it felt Alastor's death glare towards it, its smile widened as it felt the jealous aura radiating off of the demon.

"Darling, can't we have a meal without that inferno creature in your arms?" Alastor tried to ignore the thing and his ever-growing jealousy. Meal time was a time when you weren't absorbed into your artistic worlds, now your attention was on that damn cat! That looked like him! Smiles and all!

"Then where do I put it?" You continued to eat, ignoring how Bambi clawed some of the smaller pieces of meat to eat from your plate.

"Out the window." Alastor passed more meat onto your plate when he saw Bambi taking yours and you didn't react to it. "And on the streets of Hell where it belongs."

You chuckled, eating up the slice that Alastor passed to you first, "That's too mean, Alastor. I won't have the heart to do it because it looks and acts so much like you!"

Alastor's radio glitched and scratched, his eye twitching, "Me or the cat!?"

"The cat." You spoke and picked it up, ignoring Alastor's shock look and left the dining room.

Vaggie shifted to the side, as did Charlie, to let you passby. They looked over to Alastor, who was still sitting there, shocked and frozen. Angel poked his head in, taunting, "Woah, harsh. Your 'darling' didn't even hesitate."

Angel was immediately thrown somewhere by Alastor's tendril, making Vaggie rush to check up on him. Charlie came over and comforted him, "You know, we're having a fun movie night later, maybe you can—"

"Ha ha ha! Never will I watch those noise picture box!" Alastor declined quickly slapping off the hand she was going to put on his shoulder. "If you'll excuse me."

"Where you going?" You questioned as you re-entered the dining room.

Alastor double-checked to see if he was mistaken. His lips moved before his mind fully processed it, "Where's the cat?"

You took your plate and utensils, then went over to Alastor's side, nudging him to sit back down with your elbow before placing it down next to his. He pulled out the chair and pushed it in while you sat, then he too sat down. His eyes staring at the empty spot that would always have that creature and his ears listening to your honey words. "I left Bambi with Husk to take care while we have our meal. What? Now you want Bambi back?"

Alastor's mood brightened, "Of course not, My Love!" He took your hand and kissed it, "Let me cherish you without any distractions."

You giggled, using your free hand to pick up a piece of meat and feed it to Alastor, who ate it happily. "Right..."

"Oh, now it's even more delicious!" Alastor's eyes drooped as he smiled at you, "You should do this more often, Love."

BONUS:

Husk stares at the cat on his bar table; it growled at him with its fur all bristled like a porcupine. Husk inched away slowly to create distance from the creature that you gave him to take care in your absence. Angel came in, laughing out, "Oh! So you were the one! Ha! AHHHHH!!!!!"

Bambi pounced at Angel, biting at him with every opportunity given. Husk yelped and immediately came to help, "Uh, good cursed kitten?"

Angel screamed, "GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

Back in the dining room, you hummed as you cut another piece of meat and feed it to Alastor. He grinned darkly at the screams he heard, "My Dear, you're quite cruel."

You smirked back, "Well, Angel was being a loudmouth."

[b0n3s-is-gay]

What the Gang does/gets you for your birthday

Since my birthday was a few days ago, I wanted to celebrate with you all!!

Darry Curtis:

Darry is the kind of guy to make you a homemade meal and a birthday cake, all from scratch too might I add.

He'll shoo out the gang, giving Sodapop some money to get snacks at the drive in, before he starts setting up to surprise you.

Darry will pull out the cook book filled with his mother's recipes and will pick out the ones that he knows you love, he wants to make sure you get a home cooked meal and have a great birthday with him.

He'll also learn how to make your favorite cake, Darry would feel terrible if he made a cake that you didn't like for your birthday. So tell him your favorite cake early on and he'll learn to bake it.

Ends the night by folding you into whatever position you like, you're screaming his name while he praises you with no end in sight.

Keith Two-bit Mathews:

Two-bit is a bit different than Darry, he'll get you a meal but he'll take you out for dinner and a movie, but he'll include some joke gifts because it's Two-bit.

Whatever you want to eat, he'll buy it for you. You want something to drink, sure. Let him buy it for you. He'll even stay sober so you can drink to your hearts content.

He'll sneak you into the drive in and give you his jacket to wear while watching the movie, the pocket held your gift.

Now the gift can be just about anything, one year he got you a thing of hair gel and a bottle of beer before giving you your real gift, some book you were looking forward to reading.

He'll walk you home and spend the night with you, giving you just what you want how you want it. He's great.

Dallas Dally Winston & Johnny Cade:

Dally's not a good gift giver, he can hardly figure out what to give Johnny most years outside the essentials he needs, so he's going to team up with the aforementioned greaser.

He and Johnny are going to work to get you the best gift for you. It doesn't matter who you're in a relationship with, no matter what these two are going to work together to get you a good gift.

Johnny suggests buying you a necklace, Dally suggest stealing you a necklace. They go back and forth until they decide to get you a nice, yet affordable, piece of jewelry for you.

If Johnny is going to present the gift, it's going to be nice. Presented to you with a nice dinner and a movie (there's not a lot of things to do in Tulsa other than getting jumped, can you tell?)

If it's Dally giving it to you, it'll be randomly on the day of question. Like you'll be talking or at a party or just sitting in the Curtis house, he'll be talking to you one moment and the next he's giving you a nice gift with nothing more than a "Happy Birthday".

Steve Randle:

I said this during the Christmas event I did and I'll say it again, Steve is a man that will make your gifts by hand! He feels as though Store bought gifts are insincere.

Another thing I covered in the Christmas event was that he knows how to weld, so he's big on welding you your own personal gifts. So your room is filled with hand welded gifts, like the welded rose from Christmas and the heart from valentines day.

Now, for your birthday, Steve works with his boss to get you a very nice gift. His boss often has some leftover/broke parts laying around, calling out to Steve to repurpose them.

Steve's boss give him some scrap lying around; broken wrenches, some nuts, bolts, screws, some wire lying about, and other pieces of scrap he can get his hands on. Steve is already planning things out.

The gift Steve gives you is deeply beautiful. It comes with a card, a hand written card might I add. The gift itself is one of these 3; a hand welded photo frame made from wrenches, a little cat sculpture made of nuts, washers, bolts, and wire, or a little heart statue made from a snapped chain.

Sodapop Patrick Curtis:

Soda is an amazing gift giver, great at what he does and what he gets you.

He's not a chef or a baker, so no home cooked meal like Darry. He's also not proficient in welding like Steve, so none of that handmade welded stuff. But, Sodapop lived for art when he still attended school.

Yes, much like Ponyboy, Sodapop dabbles in arts. See, personal headcanon time babes, Sodapop serenades his partners with cheesy love songs. He did this with Sandy, he did this with all the other partners. Sodapop got this from his dad, who used to sing softly to his mom professing his love to the woman over and over.

Soda will sing for you, that's your gift along side some flowers and a cake he bought for you. He'll sing you happy birthday and then a cheesy love song, probably "Everybody Loves Somebody" by Dean Martin, the same song his dad used to sing to his mom.

He'll sing this to you when you're in your bedroom or when he's alone at the Curtis house(Not likely so your house), kissing you gently afterwards before giving you the cake.

Ponyboy Curtis:

Ponyboy is a special case, see he's still in school and so are you. So he doesn't have the time to do anything. If he wants to get you something for your birthday, he's gotta get some outside help.

He recruits Sodapop and Johnny to give him a hand, maybe Darry on a good day. Point being is he's getting help from most the gang to get this done (they're just distracting you and hiding the jar).

Pony, wanting to get you an actual gift, starts to do a bit of work. He starts to sell himself, specifically his brain, he's tutoring people for cash.

The moment that cash touches Ponyboy's hands, it goes into a jar. There's about 20 dollars in that little repurposed sauce jar, he's going to use that money to buy you a full steak dinner with ice cream or cake (They used to cost just a few dollars back in the 60s), a movie ticket, a new vinyl if you have a record player, and a new book if that's your kind of gift.

End of the movie, he walks you back home and ends the night with you. Good ending. He knew he did a good thing for your birthday.

[madwomansapologist]

shadowheart kinks/turn-ons | shadowheart x tav

a deep dive into what the mean gothic cleric think it's hot. yes, the brain rot is that serious.

cw: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you. do i even need to say this is not for minors? if you can't understand that adults can like whatever they want to without it meaning shit about their morals then you're not welcome here.

an: so since y'all are whores that ate my gale kinks/turn-ons as if it was your last meal, there's more. granting y'all a choice: karlach or wyll next? say "thank you, mama".

NIPPLE CLAMPS

You can you see the visions, can't you? God itself told me so. The bush near my bedroom window is still burning.

Imagine it with me. Shadowheart going on with her day as one would, doing tasks around the farm and taking care of the house, and no one that looked at her would ever suspect she's wearing this.

She still wears a tiara. A different one, depicting a full moon instead of an eclipse, but still held around her head by a chain that also keeps her braids tied tighly. When the moment calls for it, she expends its use to lower on her body.

Sometimes it's about the pain. Sometimes it's about how sensitive this area of her body is, and how easily any sort of stimulation will turn into a craving.

BONDAGE

First things first: Shadowheart is a pillow princess. She earned the title. If you want a service top then Gale is your boy (so smooth, wasn't I?). Futhermore: she will be mean about it. It's written on the World Constitution: hot women can do anything they want. I don't make the rules.

Shadowheart knows she looks amazing. She prefers to be tied with black ropes. The rolls of her pale skin compared to the dark color makes it even more pleasent. She wants it to mark her skin. Shadowheart wants proof of how real everything was.

And she'll put on a show.

The pain and discomfort can be soothing. To feel helplessness, but knowing that a word from her would stop you. The immobility is a huge point for her: to not be able to move makes it easier for her mind to focus on only the pleasure.

Long sessions are a must. She wants you to take your time, get her skin ready with lotion, knot the ropes without rushing. It's occasional, but not on a daily or even weekly basis. It's a moment for you both to forget about the rest of the world. Why do it faster?

(see @/knottydevil)

Have you noticed I'm using catholic guilty logic with Shadowheart?

HUMILIATION KINK

When something about Shadowheart wasn't about shame? Teachings of loss make it clear: to pursue something, to desire something, is to be dirty. For years Shadowheart was taught to let go, embrace loss, not seek comfort or pleasure in others.

Some old habits are hard to forget.

It's different when you're the one acting on those thoughts. She's calling the shots. One word from her and you would never do that again. And still, she allows you to. Not because she feels forced to, because someone told her it was the right thing to do: but because it brings her pleasure.

Put her on a leash. Have her kneeling down, using her back as a support for your feet. Feed her. Tell her to try harder when she's already doing the best to please you. Spit on her face.

Show her that you want her so much nothing Shadowheart could ever do would make you turn your back on her. Show her time after time that you want her so fucking much dignity isn't even a concept in your head anymore. She could be on her lower, and you would still somwhow find a way to kiss her feet.

Use her shame to show her you feel none. Make her feel wanted.

CURE WOUNDS

She can be greedy, but never selfish. She cares so much about you, about your comfort and health. If you're careless or clumsy, Shadowheart will fear having a heart attack out of pure worry.

It started just as her way to make sure you weren't being negligent about your wounds. She would explore your body, handing glowing as her magic worked on you, searching for even the tiniest of scratchs.

It quickly turned into one of her favorite types of foreplay. Her hands wandering, you pretending to need her help lower, just a bit lower, Shadowheart biting your skin just to lick it clean.

Who's to say goth girls can't be playful too?

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Do you have any more R6S headcanons. Please 🙏🏻 I’ll take anything atp there’s nothing out there and yours have been sooo good 😘✨

Oral Headcanons: R6S Operator Edition

Doc, Lion, Maverick, Sam Fisher, Thermite

MDNI

W: Gn! Reader, Can be Read as AMAB or AFAB, Oral, Snowballing, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Wax play

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Doc

Man eats you out like you're the only thing he ever needs.

Loves the taste of you, of your skin, of the way you shake and moan under him.

Or on top of him. He doesn't care what position you're in, he wants to taste your skin and suck on it.

He loves to leave bite marks on the inner part of your thighs.

Loves it if you don't shave or wax. Something about body hair is attractive to him, so don't try to hide it.

Has such an amazing gag reflex.

He can be tongue deep in you and he's savoring and making sure you feel his tongue move inside you.

Pulls out all the tricks like pushing his fingers in and out from your hole, curling his fingers into you while he has you sit on his face or stand as he kneels below you.

Dont be afraid to pull on his hair or choke him. He loves the lack of oxygen and the pain.

Lion

He's such a pain slut he's begging you to finger his ass and pull on his hair.

Scratch his back as much as you can. He won't mind. He likes knowing that after this there will be traces of what you both did.

Also has an impeccable gag reflex. Fuck the back his throat or just ride him for however long, he's not letting you leave.

Likes to bite and leave hickeys.

Dudes pussy/cock drink and he'll start babbling about the most random shit.

Breeding kink king, he's always talking about getting you pregnant or you getting him pregnant.

Maverick

He knows his bear can sometimes be an issue when he's going down on a partner but he's thrilled that you don't mind it.

Cock/pussy drunk. His eyes roll back the more and more he spends eating you out.

Likes the smell of you, so if he stops moving his mouth or tongue, he's just enjoying the scent of you.

He's also a master at using his hands, rough but it works for fucking you.

His hands are rough and they feel good when he's rubbing your clit/jerking you off and fingering you open.

Nothing beats watching him lap up your cum from your sex and then licking his lips clean.

Likes wax play. He'll light a candle and let the wax drip down on your legs all to just watch you squirm.

Sam

Expert at oral.

Be it that his marriage didn't last, he and his ex wife always had some kinky sex and if you think age would affect that, you're wrong.

He eats you out like you're a full course meal.

Dont be filled by his age. He can still be rough or gentle.

I think because of his work he would lean more to wanting oral to be something relaxed rather than hasty or quick to finish.

He whispers sweet nothing to you as he laps his tongue over and over again.

He's always using his fingers to fuck you open while sucking on your sex.

The man sometimes bites you just to get your attention.

He likes eye contact, he needs you too at him as he eats you out.

Thermite

Man is a fiend for tasting you.

Nasty mf, loves snowballing and spitting on your sex just to go back down on you.

He's licking you, biting you, he wants you and everyone else on base to know that your his.

He's possessive and wants to mark his lover so that everyone knows he's the only one that can give you the best head.

He wishes you'd let him go down on you during field training or missions.

It's risky, but the danger mixed in with the adrenaline makes him hard and he wants to cum while tasting your skin.

Theres no getting him off of you. He wants to see you squirm and overwhelmed.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

ok i dont know if you do requests or not but this is just something thats been ricocheting around in my head for days and i need to get it out before my brain completely rots. whether or not you want to write it is up to you i just really needed to share this with a hotch lover.

nonbau!reader knowing that the team have a really tough local case their all working overtime on and deciding to try to cheer them up and destress them a bit so she spend a few hours cooking this amazing delicious meal because she knows they'll probably just get takeout. so she swings by the bau around 6ish with the food and the whole team flock around her and around hugging her and thanking her and immediately digging in.

hotch notices from his office and comes down looking way grouchier than normal and hes like "excuse me we have a case to work on im not sure why youre all standing around when theres work to be done. and r why are you here distracting my team they need to focus" before going back into his office and the team is shook bc aaron has NEVER spoken to you like that before. and youre highkey offended like ?? i spent hours of my time doing a nice thing and im getting bitched at like im his subordinate??

but then you slam your purse down on jjs desk, take your earrings out and put your hair up in a ponytail and youre like "give me 15 minutes and ill have that attitude sorted put no problem." before marching away into hotchs office locking the door and drawing the shades and derek and emily are crying laughing cause they know exactly whats about to happen but reid is confused like ??? is she gonna fight with him? why did she put her hair up? whats so funny? and pen and jj have to explain that you went up there to give him a bj and hes just like?!?! AT WORK?!?? and rossi is just watching the shenanigans unfold like 🤭🤭

and you do eventually come back down from his office wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and your hair is significantly more ruffled than before and hotch looks subdued and even a little embarrassed and he just mutters a quiet apology to the team before grabbing a plate of the food you brought (which is actually his favorite meal of yours) before kissing you and thanking you for coming to see him.

My oh my, do I love the way your mind works 😈 Thank you for this request (& for your patience as I took 84 years to write it)! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

(-indicates reader's texts)

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A rapid series of buzzes on the table beside you has you pulling your attention away from the sizable dent you’ve made in the stack of thesis papers to be graded for your class. You exchange your favorite pen for your phone, unlocking the screen to find several texts from your closest friend sent in quick succession:

5:49pm SOS

5:49pm (Save Our Stomachs)

5:50pm Pls we’ve been going in circles on this case and he’s in a Mood

You can’t help but smile at the he in question, your stoic, stalwart husband- and your friend’s unit chief. You fire back a response:

-5:50pm Em :( Is he holed up in his office?

5:50pm You know it

-5:51pm Classic 🙄 Lucky for youuuu I’m already making dinner for my favorite people!

The oven timer beeps as if to punctuate your statement, and you rise from your spot at the kitchen table while typing out another message.

-5:51pm Scratch that- it’s ready. Be there asap rocky

-5:51pm Be brave little soldier 🫡

5:53pm You’re my fucking hero

You gather enough plates and cutlery to dish up dinner to the team of agents, then pack them up alongside the foil-covered Pyrex container fresh out of the oven. Deciding against changing out of your yoga pants and your boyfriend’s old law school t-shirt, you pluck the pencil out of your bun that was holding your hair up and toss it onto the table, snag your keys, and make your way out to the car.

The drive into the city is a relatively short one, given that most of the traffic is heading in the opposite direction at this time on a Friday evening. You navigate your way into the parking garage, then head upstairs with your precious cargo.

“Evening, Mrs. Hotchner,” your favorite security guard greets you as you step out of the elevator, and you flash him a smile with a greeting in return. “Come grab a plate when you’re done your rounds,” you call over your shoulder, and his answering grin tells you he’ll be patrolling the floor a little faster than usual tonight.

Four heads pop up from their desks at the sound of the glass double doors opening, shoulders sagging with relief when they spot your bright smile and the telltale bag in your hand that means dinner is served. Derek’s quick to jump up and help you with the heavy container as Emily, Spencer, and JJ follow the two of you into the round table room, animatedly filling you in on their day. JJ’s fingers fly across her screen, and Penelope is rounding the doorway from the back hallway by the time you make it upstairs and start setting up, arms outstretched to pull you into a hug while declaring, “You’re my favorite Hotchner, did you know that?”

“We both know I come second to Jack,” you joke, and Emily lets out a happy groan as she digs into her meal, professing, “You’re at least tied now.”

A pair of solid hands lands on your shoulders from behind, and you feel the familiar scratchiness of Dave’s beard pressing kisses to your cheeks in greeting. “What would we do without you?”

With a laugh, you turn to offer him a helping and answer, “Simply perish.”

Your heart swells as the team settles down around the table enjoying the home cooked meal, but there’s one very obvious absence. A glance at your husband’s office reveals the door is still closed, the room dark save for a glow through the open blinds that you know is from his little desk lamp. Deciding to give him a few more minutes of solitude before barging in and demanding that he take a break to eat, you join your friends at the table to tell them about the senior prank your students recently pulled in an attempt to give their minds a reprieve from their current case.

“I bet you Morgan did stuff like that all the time,” JJ accuses amid catching her breath from laughing at the story about the two chickens released on the top floor, cleverly labeled one and three.

Derek smiles back, ready to take credit, but Emily cuts in with, “A psychological prank like that sounds more like something Spence would do.”

“C’mon now, pretty boy wouldn’t want to inconvenience his teacher,” Derek teases, eliciting a pout from the youngest of the team who counters with, “Hey, I won that prank war against-”

“What’s going on here?”

A hush falls over the room at the sound of Aaron’s voice, the question itself seemingly innocent but its intention clearly to reprimand. Five pairs of eyes drop downward, leaving only you and Dave making eye contact, the older man mouthing an empathetic, Busted, in your direction.

Unbothered, you swivel in your chair to meet your husband’s gaze with a cherubic smile, your voice positively dripping in honey. “Mom’s feeding the kids because Dad forgot that sustenance is important for your brain and body. Now c’mon, take a break and-”

“Does it seem like I have time for that right now?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at his tone, and you drop the teasing lilt to your voice. “Aar, I just wanted you guys to-”

“Go home, Y/N, please,” he requests quietly, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose with a soft exhale. “We can’t afford to be distracted right now. Everybody finish up and get back to work.” He turns on his heel and returns to his office without so much as a hello or goodbye or thank you, my love, for being so thoughtful and taking care of us directed your way.

Once his footfalls have receded, the entire group releases a collective breath as if they’ve just escaped being chewed out by the principal- at your expense. When you turn back around, you’re met with expressions of shock that reflect your own, like the kids literally just witnessed their dad being mean to their mom for the first time.

“You know how Aaron gets with a case,” Dave tries to soothe your ruffled feathers, and JJ jumps in with, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to come off like that, Y/N, he’s just-”

“Stressed?” you finish her thought for her. You rise abruptly from your chair, dropping your purse on the table with a resounding thud before digging through it to find a spare hair tie. “I know he is. And I also know my husband did not just say that to my face,” you grumble under your breath, combing your fingers through your hair to pull it into a quick ponytail while continuing your tirade. “After I spent hours making a meal between doing my own work? No sir, uh uh, SSA Hotchner. That man needs to relax.”

Spencer leans over to Derek while you carry on quietly cursing their boss for his attitude and asks, “Should we be concerned?”

Derek lets out a snicker before answering, “Maybe for Hotch’s di-”

“Dignity!” JJ cuts in with a sharp look at her colleague, trying and failing to suppress her own smile.

You pause in the doorway, squaring your shoulders before turning back to the team to say, “You guys eat. Enjoy. I’ll take care of your boss.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emily snorts out, clearly amused. Laughter, applause, and a distinct wolf whistle courtesy of Derek follow you down the carpeted walkway to your husband’s office.

-----(Read Behind Closed Doors here!)-----

When you return to the round table room several not-so-subtle minutes later, you’re greeted by a bunch of giddy smiles, a knowing look from Rossi, and Spencer’s pink-tinged cheek since he’s refusing to make eye contact with you. “All better,” you announce proudly, dropping into a chair before tugging the hair tie from your now slightly tangled locks and combing your fingers through a few persistent knots. “Everybody good and full?”

“Some more than oth-”

You cut your sharp gaze over to Derek and he mimes zipping his mouth shut, a smirk still playing at his lips.

“What he means to say,” Pen huffs, slapping his shoulder, “is thank you so much for dinner, sweetie.”

“It was my pleasure,” you answer genuinely. “You know I love taking care of you guys.”

“And we’re very lucky you do,” your husband’s baritone voice rumbles from the doorway behind you. You turn to find a sufficiently chastened Aaron entering the room, and you offer him your cheek when he places his hands on your shoulders and bends to press a kiss to your smiling face. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for my earlier-”

“Temper tantrum?” you offer, and Aaron squeezes your shoulders in warning before continuing, “Outburst. I let the stress of the case get the best of me and neglected my duties to prioritize the health of this team. Luckily, my darling wife is always there to make up for my shortcomings.”

You catch your best friend’s eye and shoot her an exaggerated wink at your husband’s word choice, forcing Emily to cover up a laugh with a cough. Aaron’s hand slides over to the nape of your neck, and you know you’re in for it once this case is over.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part IV

Shiny new Masterlist

->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 4.7k

->Warning: MDNI!, fluff, König spilling his heart out to his favorite girl, roadhead, car sex, outdoor oral, face sitting, overstimulation, pretty much porn with plot at this point. 

->A/N: A bit different that the other chapter but I wanted to do something a little sweeter.

Your dreams are luxurious and delicious these nights, a whirlwind of experiences ever since you transferred to the new base. You dream of luxuries far beyond your reach with a man who sure as hell should be out of your reach too. You dine on five star meals on the beach, sip champagne in a clawfoot tub overlooking waterfalls, have ravenous passionate love making sessions in silk sheets. 

König has rewired your brain and embedded himself within you.

You awake in his bed again as has been the same routine for a few weeks now, you’ve moved a stash of your stuff to his room at his request of course. You don't see each other too often during the day so night and early mornings are the times where you catch up and enjoy eachothers company.

Spending a few spare moments to soak in the smell of the sheets you roll out of bed and notice a flower in a tall glass of water sitting beside a note. 

Chicken scratch, yep written by König alright. You smile as you envision him scrawling it quickly before leaving for the day.

My love,

Clear your schedule this afternoon, I plan to take you somewhere very special.

-König, your one and only. (boyfriend)     :)

Boyfriend. 

Huh I guess that's really what the two of you are now. You both danced around the word for a while now. You suppose you were a couple in the grand view of it, slept in the same bed, ate dinner together, got ready for bed together, said goodmorning and goodnight to each other. You could get used to this. Off base dates are far and few too, sometimes you'll take walks around base, the views are amazing nearby and it makes you yearn for your own country-side cottage with a garden.

You ready yourself and go about your day, you’ve flowed into a nice routine as of late. Get up, sometimes with König, eat in the mess hall, workout, training, dinner with König sometimes, and usually not get a lot of sleep together because he's too busy having your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You can’t complain.

The mess hall is loud and crawling with activity this morning, you enjoy it more than you thought you would. The activity is a welcome distraction from homesickness. You eat in silence, sitting with a few others you’ve somewhat befriended. Bennet hasn't been around lately, thinking of if now you can’t remember the last time you did see him.

You clear your throat,

“Have any of you seen Bennet around?”

One of the other guys laughed.

“Yea I saw him alright. Saw him on his way out. Guy got so scared of the colonel he transferred back to his home base. Guess the two of them clashed over something. But if you ask me, I just don't think the guy was cut out for this line of work.”

“Yeah, that's weird. Strange.” 

You continue eating, your question answered to your requirements. 

König is intimidating, sure he’s nice to you but you can’t imagine being an outsider, being on his bad side, or god forbid being his enemy. The stories you’ve heard about the things he’s done on the battlefield could make anyone uneasy. 

Breakfast finishes up and you head to the gym where you’re thankfully uninterrupted during your workout. Cleaning up you hit your next stop, the shooting range. It’s mostly empty, the weather is nice today so many people are using the outdoor range. 

You take your pistol, silencer equipped and a long range sniper down to the last stall and prep your gear.

You use the sniper first and take deep breaths before firing. 

The door opens and you assume it’s just someone else using the stalls until a voice makes you jump.

“Hold it higher liebling.” 

Your hand grips your heart, putting the gun down you turn fully around, being met with König standing tall with his hands behind his back.

“König, ever heard not to sneak up on someone with a gun?” You lean against the counter.

“Am I mistaken or is that your forte in the field? I’m simply a superior observing my team members, wouldn't want you using the tools the wrong way right?”

He's so quick with his quips, you smile then turn around bringing the gun up leaning your cheek on the side as to see through the scope.

You feel his hands on your hips and he kicks your feet further apart, you look down at his feet that are standing on the outside of yours. 

He brings his head down right next to your ear,

“Hold it back harshly into your shoulder, so the kickback won’t knock you down.”

“You’re making it hard to focus.” 

“I would assume you would be able to focus even with distractions yea? But I suppose our time in bed has proven otherwise.”

You blush but regain your composure quickly until one of his hands stays on your hips and the other brushes your cheek to move your hair slightly.

You shoot once, then twice, hitting the target both times.

His voice has gotten even lower, whisper dancing the line of soundwaves.

“You read my note yea?”

“I did, plan to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

He kisses the shell of your ear then your cheek through his mask. 

“I will see you later then, you’ll meet me in the lower garage at 1500 alright?”

“Oooh, meeting my big strong colonel in a dark garage, I certainly hope he doesn't take advantage of me.” You laugh and bat your lashes at him.

He squeezes your hip and scoffs playfully, 

“Keep talking to me this way and we certainly won’t even make it to the car. Busy yourself and meet me there, don't be late.”

He releases his grasp and you miss it already.

“Shall I pack a bag?” You ask.

“Don't bother, I’ve got everything handled. 

“Yes sir.” 

He steps away from you, walking to the door ignoring all others in the range and you watch him until the door closes. 

Taking a steadying breath you focus once more unto the range, feeling his phantom touch still.

—

You stop by your room before going to the garage, the lights flicker as you shut your door and you grow more and more excited for the evening to come. 

Opting for a simple two piece set underneath plain jeans, boots, a simple black shirt. 

The walk to the garage is straightforward, taking a dimly lit stairwell downwards and the garage smells of dust and you take it the electrical in this place could use an upgrade. Probably not high on the budget list.

There are rows of military vehicles and equipment, storage and the likes. An area sectioned off from the others hold what looks like personal vehicles, some nice and some looking decrepit. 

A door slams in that area and you make your way over,

“König? That you?” 

“Y/N, yes it is me! Just finishing up, go ahead and get in the doors unlocked.”

He drives a larger SUV, like the kind you see FBI agents driving, suiting you guess you never really pictured what car he drove but you can assume he drives whatever kind of car he can fit in so style types are probably very restricted.

You enter the car, the inside smelling like leather and the cologne he wears. It’s clean, damn near pristine the same as his room. The trunk closes and he gets in, his seat all the way back, he adjusts  and looks over to you, his eyes bright and he's buzzing with excitement. 

“Comfortable?” He smiles softly at you, he's wearing a black tactical long sleeve shirt, dark jeans, boots, and his usual hood of course. He looks good in black.

“Very. Can I ask where we're going yet?”

“Nope, just sit back and relax schatz.” 

He starts the car and pulls out of the garage, informing the guard of his time away.

The tall gray walls of the base and large fences you know melt away into a wonderful countryside with creeks, tall trees, and rounding hills. König has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee, his thumb rubbing small patterns.

“This is nice.” You breathe a sigh of relief, adjusting in your seat and König’s hand on your knee slips higher. 

König looks relaxed, he deserves this. Always working so hard… he should definitely relax.

Your hand wanders from the center console to his arm, rubbing the tight muscles underneath his hoodie. He squeezes the inside of your thigh in thanks.

Trailing your hand down his arm to the outside of his thigh, holding your hand there and tipping your head to look over at him.

He laughs breathily, “What are you doing, liebling?” His eyes shift from the road, your hand, and your face. 

“I just want to show you how much I appreciate you, König.” He shutters hearing his name from your lips and your hand moves to the now hardening bulge in his pants, he readjusts his hips to get more comfortable.

“Scheiße, you’re going to get us killed, sit back down I’m serious.”

He’s not serious, there is not even one percent of serious inflection in his tone, he speaks with need, his mouth already being filled with cotton at your movements.

You’ve leaned over the center console, face next to his ear as you unbutton his pants and palm him through his briefs, he’s solid where he sits and your mouth is already watering.

He shutters and his eyes flutter for a second,

“Eyes ahead baby, I can’t do anything if you don’t keep us steady ok?”

He does not answer, the blood isn't in his head anymore anyway, well not the one on his shoulders at least.

The trees race by the window as fast as your thoughts race in your head, you lean down and kiss him over the cloth, you feel his abdomen grow tense.

“I can stop if you really want-”

“Stop right now and I'll turn the car around.” 

You grin, mumbling a yes sir before moving your hand under the band of his briefs and giving a kiss to the tip. He takes a steady, concentrated, painful breath in and the exhale is so shaky you feel him tremble.

You give small licks from top to bottom, he’s a big guy so there’s certainly more to love. 

“Scheiße, ficken, Liebling ja” 

You take him fully in your mouth and he's warm, and fits right in place. You hum and he moans in response, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of hearing him like that. You take what doesn't fit in your mouth within the grasp of your hand starting at a steady pace. The music playing in the car isn't even registering in your head, the heavy weight in your hand and mouth is all you focus on.

“Fuck my love, your mouth feels-feels spectacular, I do not deserve what you give me.” 

He groans and bucks his hips up into your mouth, one hand on the wheel and the other gently being placed onto your neck, moving to the back of your head where he gently caresses your hair.

You’re working on him until he begins to shudder and you pull away, he tries to chase you with your hips but you lean back and kiss him on his cheek. His eyes are dark and he glances from you and the road.

“You’re going to kill me, Mein Liebling. He's panting, hand now gripping your hair tighter, you’re far from dry down under and touch his hand that's in your hair and move it down your front and under your pantline. You both moan when his fingers make contact with your wetness, he draws uncoordinated shapes into you, from your clit all the way to your entrance. He presses your entrance through your panties and it’s like he’s knocking on a door asking for permission to grant you the pleasure you oh so want, no need.

“König, please. I need you, I know you need me too.”

You whine, looking down at where his cock sits exposed, leaking heavily with every swipe of his fingers on you.

“My love. liebling.” 

He grits through his teeth when you take his hand once more and more your panties to the side allowing him unrestricted access to where the flames burn the brightest.

“Scheiße, du gewinnst” He pulls the car over, sitting on the dirt shoulder of the road, heavy tree cover surrounding you and you hear his heavy breathing.

He puts the car in park, removing his seatbelt and since the seat was already set all the way back due to his size he leans back and pats his lap.

“Come take what you want.” 

Eyes dark and hungry he watches you remove your pants and move over the center console onto his lap, his cock sitting right in front of you so it brushes against your stomach, you get a visual of just how deep he will slip into you. 

You’re shaking with anticipation when you grasp him again, pumping a few times before raising yourself to tease the tip over your panties.

His eyes are focused on where you touch him, his hands on your hips gently, awaiting your move.

“Get on with it..” 

His voice is dark and shadowy, his patience growing thin as you tease and tease him again, he’s a patient man but only for so long.

You play with him until you hear him growl deep in his chest, taking your panties in his grasp and you hear them rip.

“König! You seem to have an affinity for destroying each pair of panties I own.” 

You try to quip back but your voice is so breathily and weak it holds no volume. 

“I’d rather you not wear them at all, when we have a place of our own you won’t.”

You both moan when he pushes your hips down harshly, he sits fully inside you and you feel euphoric, one because he fills you so deliciously it has your mouth watering again and two he mentioned the two of you having a place of your own. Perhaps it’s him being so drunk on lust he says things he does not mean but your head is already slipping on all sane thoughts so you file that away for later.

His head tips back when he’s fully sheathed within you savoring the warmth and wetness you provide. 

“König, fuck. You’re so big.” You whine on top of him and his eyes regain their focus on you, he’s already too sensitive from your mouth earlier you might actually kill him with how tightly you’re wrapped around him.

His grip on your hips is bruising as usual and you have no qualms with it, feeling his grip reminds you this is all real and you need to ground yourself as you begin to move up and down on him the noises amplified in the car.

“Yes, just like that darling, fuck! You’re so, so good, so tight.” 

You start to move faster, spurred on by his praises your breathing grows faster as does his. Your hands try to gain purchase on the wheel behind you as you gain more speed, knocking the horn you breathily laugh and he grabs your hands and puts them on his shoulders. You grip your nails into him and he growls, now thrusting up into you he meets you halfway and you’re moaning his name so loudly now your throat hurts. 

The windows are fogged and you’re sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead.

He moves one hand from your hip to play with your clit, moving smooth and quick circles into you and you bow inwards your hand slapping onto the cold window, leaving a handprint on the fog it slips down and you wrap both arms around his neck your legs growing shaky and weak from your approaching high.

“König, don’t stop don-don’t stop please please.” You’re whining, squirming, and writhing in his lap an utter and complete mess and he drinks you in. Your pleasure makes his throb and balls tighten as he continues rubbing your clit and thrusting up into you.

“I can feel you getting close, you want to cum yea?” 

He’s panting and sounds just as destroyed as you are.

“Yes, I can’t hold on much longer. I want it so bad.” You whine and he stops altogether.

You cry, hitting his chest and trying to move but he holds your hip still.

“König plea-.”

“Beg.”

“What?” 

“You want to cum? Beg.” He’s not joking, he’s all serious and you whine again before spewing the filthiest words that’s ever come from your mouth, begging and praising him like a God to be worshiped. 

“Please König, god please I can’t, I need it. You’re so big, I need you to make me cum, fuck.”

“Good girl, always listening and doing what I say, I think you deserve a reward.” 

Before you can say anything he begins his thrusting and rubbing ten-fold and you once again hold onto him like your life depends on it as you cum harder than ever before, your vision is spotty and he’s praising you through it. He follows you through the high seating you firmly on his lap, holding himself as deep and he can reach and flooding you thoroughly. 

You both sit together for a good while, panting growing into soft breaths and you pull away from his chest and look at him, smile on your face.

“You think you can make it the rest of the way now? Are you satisfied?” 

He cups both of your cheeks, kissing your nose through his mask.

“I think I'll be ok for a little bit. Maybe.” 

You move off of him, both of your least favorite part is when he has to leave your warmth, but he’s never gone for long. 

You put on your pants, no panties due to König but you would assume he packed you some more, although his previous words would assume he rather you never wear any.

“Ready?” He’s buckled his pants again and you can’t help but notice the sizable mess you made on his lap, the bottom of his shirt and top of his pants wet.

“König, made a bit of a mess on you, sorry.” You grow shy.

“I like it, it challenges me to make you cum harder the next time.” 

Oh God.

He turns back onto the road and you continue your trip down the road, you roll your window down, still warm from your session and the cool mountain air fills your lungs and you rest a hand out of the window. 

—

“Liebling, we’re here.”

“Huh.”

You shoot up in your seat, König standing on your right side, the passenger door open his hand gently on your shoulder as he shakes you awake.

“You passed out, I clearly tired you out.”

“Shut up, you’re full of yourself.”

He laughs, offering his hand to help you out, you take it and observe the scenery around you. It’s late afternoon now and you’re parked in the driveway of a small countryside home, it’s dark inside so you can assume you’re not staying with anyone. There’s a large field surrounding the home. Trees lining the meadow and plants that held out over the cold weather stand strong and the evening sun is even a bit warmer than it had been recently. 

“König this is beautiful, is this your place?”

“Yea, just somewhere small when I need to get away. Don’t come here often, don’t have many reasons to visit. But I wanted to share this with you.” 

He's unpacking the car, grabbing both of your bags. 

“Do you need help?”

He laughs.

“No, I do not need help.” 

The car is locked and you follow him up the path to the house, clovers dot the front path and a flower box on the window is untouched, dry soil packing the inside.

He opens the door and the ceilings are high, but it’s still cozy, lived in even if he says he doesnt come here often. Shoes are discarded at the door and you hang your jacket on the coat rack.

“This is beautiful König, didn't take you for an interior designer.”

He sets the bags down near the front door and you take in the room.

“I actually had my mother decorate it, I don’t have much of a sense for style like she does.”

“Do you see her often? Your mom.”

“Holidays, I try to call her often but when it’s busy it’s harder. She understands.”

“Well I’m sure she’s very proud to have such an accomplished son.”

He smiles, head tipping down, “I hope so.”

He claps his hands, ending the heartfelt moment.

“You look around, make yourself at home. I will start a fire and later we will go watch the sunset ok?”

“Very well.” 

Your heart is giddy and light. He’s so kind and nice and handsome and sweet and a million other words to describe him. The house is more spacious inside than it appears outside, a large archway leads to the kitchen, one bedroom and a nice bathroom. Everything is high up, the shower head is fit just for him, cabinets stacked high, large bed which looks enticingly comfortable.

“König!” You call for him as you look around.

“Yes, mein Liebling.”

“How long are we staying here?”

“Just for the night my love, couldn't get much time away approved.”

“Oh, ok. Will we come back here eventually?”

“If you wish to do so then we will.” 

You observe the view out of the window and König wraps his arms around your waist.

“Scared me.” You laugh, your hands tracing along his hands and up his arms.

“My apologies, shall we head outside to enjoy the view?” He kisses the top of your head and you melt once more.

“Lead the way.”

He brings a thick blanket with him outside and lays it down in the meadow, you lay with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, watching the multitude of colors paint the sky as the sun descends another day, bringing a sweeping array of stars and cool breezes. 

“Thank you König. You’ve been so kind to me and bringing me here means a lot.”

“All that is mine is yours, if you’d allow me I’d like to show my appreciation again.”

You shiver in his grasp and he holds you tighter.

“Yes.”

That's all he needed to hear before he lifts up his mask and takes your lips in his, he trails his lips down to your neck and leaves new bright bruises and snakes a hand up your shirt to play with your breasts, nipples hard from the combination of the cold and his touch. 

“Pants off.” He tugs at your waistband and you comply, the cool air hitting your core.

His hand moves down and caresses your body thoroughly, missing no spot.

“Sit on my face Schatz.”

You pause and look at him.

“I don’t want to suffocate you.” 

He actually laughs now, a full laugh.

“I will die a happy man.” You push him back, he’s gleeful and you laugh as well.

“No really darling, you will not ‘suffocate me’ get up here.” He uses heavy quotation marks around his words and you carefully make your way up to his face, knees placed on each side of his head.

He lifts his mask right to above the peak of his nose and he licks his lips eagerly, eyes only focused on where you sit above him.

“Take your shirt off too.” He strokes your thighs slowly leaving goosebumps in his path.

“What if someone sees?!”

“No one is coming out here trust me. I wouldn't have you expose yourself if somewhere were to see what’s all mine right?” He bites his lip as you discard you shirt and bra

Completely exposed outside as you sit above a man you care about fills you with a fire once more.

“It is like I have died and gone to heaven, you are breathtaking.” He kisses the inside of your thighs as he talks, leaving small bites.

He truly feels he's undeserving. The setting sun casts a glow on your back where it illuminates your outline in soft light, it casts on the dips and curves of your body, the swell of your breasts softly lit.

He grows hard again in his pants but wants right now to be all about you.

“Now sit darling and relax.” You sit slowly onto his awaiting mouth, hovering over him as he kisses you first and licks from entrance to your clit. He has to lift his head to reach you which frustrates him.

“I said sit.” He grips your waist and forces you to sit fully on his face, his mouth latching tightly onto your clit and you gasp and he moans, eyes rolling back into his head as he tastes you once more. He can taste the both of you from the car ride and he licks feverishly at you making your head spin. The stubble on his face scratching the inside of your thighs so nicely.

You brace your hand on his head trying to make him slow but he won't relent from his work. He’s a thorough man and once he starts a job he won’t stop until it's finished. He works on you and your chest starts rising faster and faster, he sucks licks and ravages like he’s never eaten before. 

“König, don’t stop please.” 

You moan and tip your head back, he groans as you arch backwards hands bracing on his midsection and you moan freely into the air. His mumbled words vibrate your core and it makes you reach your peak that much quicker.

König doesn't stop, not after you cum and he won’t slow down, his face is soaked and his pupils dilated.

“König it’s too much, please.”

You try to move your hips away and he growls the hands on your waist gets tighter and you’re able to lift just a bit off his lips for reprieve, he whines.

“Please darling, give me another ok? Just a few more.” 

You can’t say no to him, he’s licking his lips again, your fluid soaking his face and nose, it glistens in the sunset glow and you can’t say no to him. So you lower yourself again, he smiles as his mouth meets you halfway. 

“Fuck, König.” It isn’t long before you cum on his mouth another two times, he’s quick to draw it out of you and he knows what buttons to push and ways to move to make you unravel.

By the end he’s kissing the inside of your thighs again and you pant down at him mind turned to sand by his actions.

“You look beautiful like this, we’ll have to do this more often.” His grip is light and his thumb makes patterns on your exposed skin and you shiver from the cold now, the sun fully set and the stars in full swing. 

“Here, let's get you inside, warm up yea?” He gives you his shirt to put on and carries, much to your protest, you back inside where you both shower and sit on the couch in front of the fire.

His arms are wrapped around you and your eyelids grow heavy as you rest on him.

“König.”

“Yes schatz?”

“Did you mean it earlier when you said we’d have a place of our own?”

He smiles, you can’t see it but he hums at the thought. The two of you retire from the force and he can come home to your awaiting gaze and warm touch.

“I would love it, more than anything. You complete me, relax me and ignite fire within me all the same. To live by your side would be eternal bliss.”

“I would love that too.” 

You smile and cozy yourself closer to him, your eyes grow heavy and you feel content giving yourself to sleep in his arms.

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Indebted ⭑˚🥀⭑ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

Following your mother’s recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.

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“Do I know you or something?”

Normally, you probably wouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive, but considering this guy had been following you around campus, one of the only places you felt somewhat safe, you just weren’t having it.

You definitely recognized him. Silver hair, pale violet eyes, and with too many piercings for you to even count. He was the same guy who’d been eyeing you down that day in the cafeteria. At the time, you’d thought you were just being needlessly paranoid, but after running into him here, you weren’t so convinced anymore.

The stalker scratched idly behind his ear. “Not really? I don’t know your name or anything. I just knew I’d seen you once before.”

If he was concerned about the fact that he’d just been caught, he certainly didn’t show it. If anything, he was staring as if you were the weird one, not him.

“Are you following me?” you glared.

“Kind of,” he said, and you were once again surprised by his honesty. “I liked your face, and I thought I could take a picture of it.” He gestured towards the camera dangling from a strap around his neck. As if that made the whole thing any less creepy.

You let out a sigh. “Look, I’m not going to get mad, but please drop it, whatever you’re trying to do. I’ve got a long day ahead of me, and I’m really not in the mood.”

���I’m a photography major. Like I said, I like your face. Was thinking maybe I could use you as inspiration for my upcoming project.”

Is he serious right now?

Perhaps the immature, teenage version of yourself would have been flattered. There was something about being another person’s muse that many found absolutely irresistible. It was always the mysterious, artsy guys too. At least in all the movies.

But right now? It really wasn’t all that cute.

“I’m not interested,” you said, turning away from him. “I appreciate the compliment, but you’ll have to find someone else to do your project on.”

You thought that would be the end of it, but as always, your luck was fucking amazing.

“I’m Kaito,” he introduced. “And you are?”

“Not interested,” you gritted out, “like I just said.”

“It’s not like I’m flirting with you or anything. I’m really just interested in using you as a model. Come on, can’t we sit down for a few minutes and get to know each other?”

“I’m in a hurry. I need to eat before I get ready to leave for my shift.”

“What do you want? It’ll be my treat.”

Accepting some stranger’s very obvious ploy to get closer to you probably wasn’t the best idea, in hindsight, but if it would save you some money, you decided it was worth it. Money was everything to you right now. Money was your lifeline.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But I want something expensive. And don’t ask me any questions while we eat.”

Kaito smiled, just slightly. “Sounds good to me.”

For someone who was supposedly so interested in you, he wasn’t much of a talker. The walk towards the restaurant was spent in total silence, which you honestly didn’t mind. You were glad that you’d at least get to have a nice meal before going in for work later on.

Every now and then, Kaito would stop for a few moments to take a picture. He wasn’t photographing anything in particular, really, just whatever seemed to stand out to him. It wasn’t as if you didn’t buy into the whole photography major thing, but you weren’t exactly the kind of person who could afford to let their guard down so easily.

But he did stay true to his word and buy you whatever you wanted, so there was that.

“Yummy,” you beamed, almost forgetting your earlier grievances.

Kaito had also ordered himself some food, but it was a small portion, and he was mostly just picking at it. He seemed to spend more of his time staring at you. Rather listlessly, you remarked. He almost looked bored, but why would he be bored, when he was the one who’d practically begged to spend time with you?

“I bought you food,” he said. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

“Do I have to?”

“You don’t, but it would be nice. We’re going to be working together soon, so I’d like to know what to call you.”

“I am not going to be your model,” you frowned. Kaito just kept on staring, looking a touch amused, and you eventually let out a sigh. “I’m [Name]. And hey. Do you think you can get away with following girls around and asking to take their picture just because you’re attractive?”

“Oh,” Kaito chuckled. “So, you think I’m attractive.”

“Sure. But you’re weird. And kind of creepy.”

“Well, sorry for being creepy.”

“If you’re sorry then you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

“It’s okay if other people think I’m weird,” he shrugged. “Not everyone understands the mind of an artist. You think I’m being strange by coming up to you and asking to take your picture, but for me, it’s just because I’m genuinely curious how your photos will turn out. I have a vision of what I’d like to accomplish, and I want to see if I can make it happen.”

You gave him a dubious look. “I still feel like you could’ve been less creepy about it, though.”

“Is there any right way to go up to a stranger and ask them to be the focus of your project?”

“Probably not. But still.”

He leaned forward and looked right into your eyes. It was kind of unsettling the way he was able to stay completely still and almost never blink while he talked. It felt like he was seeing something more that he wasn’t quite telling you.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“None of your business,” you snubbed. Then, five seconds later, “…twenty-one. Why?”

Kaito looked like he was holding back a laugh. “Not very good at being mean to people, are you?”

“I’ve been told.”

“Are you a fourth-year, then?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m only a third-year. I guess that makes you my upperclassman.”

You could sort of see that. From the very first moment you saw him, you figured he was younger than you, even if it was only by a year. He acted all edgy and mysterious, but part of that was also his childishness showing.

“Then you should be calling me [Name]-senpai,” you mused, proudly crossing your arms.

He outright scrunched up his nose at you. “Yeah, that’ll never happen.”

“Well, that’s fine. I didn’t really care either way.” You set down your chopsticks and grabbed your bag before standing up. “I’m all done eating. You said you’d pay so I’m trusting you to settle the bill.”

“Hold up a moment,” he called out.

“What?” you sighed. “I need to be leaving for work.”

“We should exchange numbers,” he suggested.

“Um… pass.”

“But you haven’t even thought about whether or not you’ll help me with my project.”

“I thought about it. Wasn’t really that difficult of a decision. I’m going now, but thanks for the food.”

You were already halfway out the door when you heard him calling your name again.

“I’ll pay you,” Kaito said, seemingly desperate.

Fortunately for him, you were even more desperate.

You expected to be picked up by the same driver as usual who was tasked with taking you to and back from school. Well, he was still driving, but this time he wasn’t alone in the car.

Kosuke grinned and waved at you. “Hey, [Name]. All ready for your first shift?”

Ugh.

That was your immediate reaction, mainly because you hadn’t forgotten the way he’d infantilized you during your previous conversation, but also because you just couldn’t respect him. You hoped that he was one of the unfortunate exceptions and that most police officers didn’t have such corrupt morals.

“Uh, yeah. Should be… fun.”

Fun wasn’t exactly the right word, but he was smiling so brightly, it felt wrong to express your true feelings. You sat down next to him in the back, scooting closer towards the door so that there was plenty of space between the two of you. A little habit you’d picked up from being forced into a similar position with Ryu countless times.

“How was school?” Kosuke asked.

“It was fine,” you smiled, knowing full well he didn’t actually give a shit. You had half a mind to ask why he was even here, but you figured Ryu had probably asked him to keep an eye on you or something. Or maybe he also had some business to do at the hostess club.

“Just fine? I thought your university years are supposed to be the prime of your life. You should be enjoying them while they still last.”

Right. You were so clearly enjoying having been forced into subservience by the yakuza because your shitty father hadn’t done a single good thing for you from the moment you’d been born. This was the highlight of your life as an adult. You never wanted it to end!

As if.

Everyone seemed to really love rubbing salt in your wounds. Well, whatever. The fact that they got such a kick out of it meant that they were awful people, and that just made you feel sorry for them.

“I’m sure the best is yet to come,” you replied. It was the most respectful fuck you that you could think of.

Kosuke patted your shoulder, chuckling softly. “Relax. I’m just teasing. I can tell that you’re a hard worker. You’ll definitely go far in life.”

“We’ll see.”

“Oh. Have you ever considered working for the police? I’m sure I could find you a job with us. From what I can tell, you’re kind and intelligent, two qualities that are very important for maintaining order and protecting the public.”

“It depends. Will I have to take bribes, too?”

Oops.

You realized you’d gone too far with that last comment. Crooked cop or not, he was still loyal to Ryu, and he could easily reprimand you for disrespecting him.

Thankfully, Kosuke seemed more amused by your words than anything else. “I like the moments when you can be surprisingly blunt as well,” he laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m your friend. You can let your guard down around me.”

Well, that was obviously a lie.

“So long as you continue making smart decisions, you won’t have any problems.”

It was a threat coupled with a sweet smile, which only made it that much more unsettling.

The drive felt like it went on forever. Kosuke just refused to stop talking. Ryu was a shitty person, but at least he gave you a break every now and then. You had no idea where this guy got all of his energy from.

“Oh, we’re here,” Kosuke said, tapping you on the shoulder repeatedly. To be fair, you’d been half asleep as an attempt to drone him out, so it wasn’t entirely uncalled for.

Finally.

You were thankful to at least have an excuse not to talk to him any longer. When you pushed through the doors and caught a glimpse of Ekaterina by the front, it really was a sight for sore eyes.

Without wasting another beat, you rushed over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist. “Thank god you’re here,” you whispered. “He’s making me lose my mind.”

“Oh dear,” she laughed, gently patting you on the back. “Yes, he can be pretty annoying. I get where you’re coming from.”

“I’m literally standing right here,” Kosuke gaped.

“I said what I said. Now, [Name],” she smiled, “as promised, I had a nice outfit brought in for you. The sizing should be in line with your measurements, but let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable and I’ll arrange for something else for next time.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

You headed towards one of the small rooms in the back to get changed. It turned out that she’d ordered a dress, which wasn’t all that surprising, considering how the other girls working here were clothed. It was obviously expensive, but the pattern and color were flattering for your complexion, so you decided she’d done a good job of picking for you.

When you were done changing, Ekaterina couldn’t help but clap her hands.

“You look great!” she praised. “You’re so beautiful!”

Kosuke pouted. “Aw, no fair. I wanted to be the one to say that to her.”

“Thanks, Ekaterina,” you smiled, completely ignoring the policeman.

“No problem, lovely. Since you’re ready now, just go ahead and wait in the main room with the others. Help pass out drinks whenever you can, and chat with whoever approaches you. Basically, just take it easy. We usually have a pretty laidback atmosphere around here.”

“Alright. What about him?” you asked, gesturing towards Kosuke.

“We have a few things we need to discuss,” he winked. “Just business, don’t worry. No need to get jealous.”

You did your best to bite back your grimace. On top of being corrupt, he was also quite a bit of a narcissist. Who would’ve thought?

It didn’t matter, though. Working here was better than at the office. The further away you were from Ryu, the better. Ekaterina was nice, the couches were soft and comfortable, and you were actually earning money to pay off your debt.

For a while, there wasn’t much to do. You helped pass out drinks, as Ekaterina had instructed, and you wiped off tables and helped customers put on their coats. Just menial tasks like that. You were used to stressful, fast-paced work, so something like this was surprisingly refreshing.

It was refreshing. At least, up until you got a customer of your own.

“Hello, there. Are you new?”

You didn’t realize he was talking to you at first. Most of these customers were regulars, which meant they were already familiar with the hostesses they liked and naturally gravitated towards them. But this man was certainly addressing you. He was probably in his late thirties, by the looks of it, and you noticed almost immediately that he was wearing a wedding ring.

Oh, well. Who am I to judge?

Another person’s relationship was really none of your business. You were just here to make money, so you put on your most natural smile and answered him.

“Yes, I’m [Name]. This is my first day on the job, actually.”

“Oh, that’s exciting,” he smiled back. “Would you care to sit down and have a chat with me?”

“Not at all. Please lead the way.”

He was a fairly attractive man, with good bone structure and bright eyes. Quite courteous, too, from what you could tell. You decided that things really weren’t so bad as long as most customers were like him.

It started off innocently enough. He ordered some scotch, which you poured for him, and he asked you simple, polite questions. Like what you did for a living, what kind of hobbies you had, anything in particular you were working towards… stuff like that. He seemed happier asking you questions than having to answer them himself, so you made sure to follow along with the narrative he was setting up.

At some point, though, the conversation seemed to go off-topic.

“How old are you?” the man asked.

“I’m twenty-one,” you answered. It didn’t occur to you to lie. He already knew you were a student, so you didn’t know why your age was so important, but you went along with it anyways.

“You’re very pretty,” he complimented. “Do you have a boyfriend? Probably not, if you work in a place like this.”

“Uh, I—”

“Are you a virgin?”

This time, you couldn’t quite mask the look of disgust on your face. Was he serious right now? Everything had been going fine. Of course he just had to ruin it all.

You tried to regain your composure. “Um, that’s a bit of a personal question… do you mind if we talk about something else?”

“Why? Is it really so hard to answer?”

“I would just rather not.”

His smile dropped. “I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of this. You work at a hostess club. You can’t expect me to believe that you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. Aren’t you here to try and meet a nice man who’ll take care of you? You’re overreacting.”

Fucking scumbag. You wanted nothing more than to spit right in his face, but he was still a customer. Everyone else in the room was drinking and laughing and seemingly having a good time. Why were you always the exception?

“Sorry,” you swallowed. “I’d just like to get to know you better first. We can talk about things like that later on, okay?”

“Oh. Playing hard to get? I see how it is,” the man chuckled, and in one fell swoop he’d closed the distance between you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He pressed you close to him, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You knew you had to endure this, but you honestly felt like crying already.

“Give it a rest, old man.”

You felt the weight of his arm being lifted off you, and you looked up to find Kosuke towering above the man and gripping him tightly by the wrist.

The customer grew red in the face and furiously pulled away. “Get your hands off me! Do you have any idea who I am? I’m set to inherit my father’s company next year. I could bleed you out for money in court.”

“By all means, go for it,” Kosuke chuckled, withdrawing his badge from his pocket. “But as an officer of the law, I can’t say they’ll take your word over mine. I doubt harassing young women would be a good headline for you when you make CEO.”

The man instantly turned pale. He gritted his teeth, clearly biting back his outrage. “You’re all fools,” he spat. “You’ve lost yourselves a valuable customer!”

Just like that, he stormed out of the building. He’d made a big enough scene that the other customers and staff were all staring in your direction. Shit. First day on the job, and things had already turned out like this.

Kosuke sat down next to you and smiled. “Relax. You realize you’re not at fault for what just happened, right? The customers know the rules. They’re not supposed to do anything to make the girls working here feel uncomfortable. Feeling you up like that was definitely not okay.”

“I-I already screwed it up,” you muttered shamefully.

“No. You just got unlucky. You're the victim. Blaming the victim is never the right course of action. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he went too far, but are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

He smiled again. Perhaps you’d been a little too rash in your initial judgment of him. Whether or not he was skirting on the wrong side of the law, at least he was trying to look out for you. Right now, there weren’t a whole lot of people who could say the same.

Moments later, Ekaterina came rushing over towards you after hearing what had happened. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, hugging you tight. “That was an unfortunate experience. I promise it’s not usually like that. We’re really good at enforcing the rules around here.”

“It’s okay. I trust you. Like Kosuke said, I just got unlucky.”

You looked over to him and smiled appreciatively. Surprisingly enough, he responded not in his usual lighthearted fashion, but by arching his brows slightly and staring at you in silence.

When he turned his head to the side, you could’ve sworn his cheeks were a bit pink.

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[parvulous-writings]

Could I request headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Zevlor realising his feelings for his gn crush?

Warnings: They're a little short, but they're sweet! Spoilers for Act 2 with Zevlor's!

Notes:  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Wyll

Wyll has always liked you - he holds respect for most people that he meets, but it's hard to deny that he took a particular shine to you. You had asked him once before why he had taking such a liking to you, of all people. "I'm not sure. But, it is not for us to argue with our hearts..."

It didn't take long for Wyll to fall for you; all he really needed was to see the measure of your character, you will to do good, the joy you get from helping others. One night, whilst you and your companions were sat around the fire, you happily feed Scratch some of the scraps of your meal, joyously chattering to the pup as you did, showering him with praise and compliments.

It was in that moment, your face illuminated by the flickering firelight, that he knew he had fallen for you - head over heels.

Dammon

You often help Dammon around his forge - something that he had always greatly appreciated, especially during his time at the grove. He never really got the hang of the Druid's forge - it was far too flimsy for his liking - so having an extra pair of hands actually helped him a bit. It ensured that if something broke, he wouldn't get entirely overwhelmed trying to fix it and work the forge.

He'd always considered you a great friend, you willingness to always help out was something that absolutely astounded him every day. Of course, he often returned the favour, but he never really felt like it was enough to make up for all the sweet things you had done for him.

He realized he had fallen for you when he and the rest of the Tieflings had to leave the Grove; you helped him pack up his things, and then you insisted on not only coming with the group, but also carrying some of his packs for him. It was then and there that he realised his whole heart was yours, and he'd do almost anything to keep near you.

Zevlor

You turned up at the Grove shortly after Zevlor and the Tieflings. He was initially a little bit nervous of you; getting themselves into the Grove had been lucky enough, but a kind stranger who didn't look upon them as just 'devilspawn'? That seemed near impossible for Zevlor to believe, especially of late. It took him a very long time for him to actually let you in, emotionally. It was when they had started on the road to Baldur's Gate when he truly started to have those deeper conversations with you.

He liked your jokes; sometimes they were amazing, and sometimes they fell flat, but he loved them all the same. They were a little bit of light in the looming darkness ahead in the journey. He admired the way that you tried to keep the children happy, too - they were scared, tired, and teary, but you always met them with such patience. He liked that about you.

After being freed from the pod that was meant to turn him into a mindflayer, he is of course grateful to the adventurers that saved him, but as soon as he was able to get out of the mindflayer colony, he knew he had to find you. You had been on his mind almost the entire time; he had betrayed both his friends, and you, but he wanted to at least try to apologise for what he had done. It was whilst he was trapped in that pod, swimming in his own memories on the verge of ceremorphosis, that he had realised how much you meant to him.

[maritessa]

Love, Laughter, and Lipstick: A Recipe for Romance (Maybe)

Katsuya and Maya, despite dating for months now, are finally going on their overdue first date. Everyone's excited except Katsuya doesn't really have a lot of experience in dating so he goes to his little brother, Tatsuya for help.

Story undercut

Tatsuya was minding his own business, solving a Rubik's Cube on the dining table when he heard a plate plopped in front of him. He looked away from his toy and saw that his brother, Katsuya, had placed a huge portion of medium-rare ribeye steak before him.

Tatsuya was apprehensive by the sudden appearance of his favorite meal. He looked up at his brother, who had a small smile on his face, and raised a brow. Tatsuya didn't trust the whole situation and demanded an explanation but Katsuya didn't seem to catch the signals he was trying to send.

“Okay, just, tell me what you want,” Tatsuya sighed.

“Excuse me?” Katsuya answered, taken aback by the unexpected response. He was looking forward to seeing his brother excited over the fancy meal he prepared.

Tatsuya pushed back his hair and shook his head. “Whenever you ‘feel like making steak’, you want to ask me for something. Just tell me what it is.”

Katsuya awkwardly coughed and looked away from his little brother. It was true that he needed Tatsuya for something but he didn't realize that there was a pattern to his actions. He scratched the back of his head to brush the slight embarrassment of his predictability away.

“So?” Tatsuya tilted his head to the side.

“Well…” Katsuya inhaled before continuing. “Amano-kun and I finally have the opportunity to go out on a date soon….” 

Tatsuya rolled his eyes but Katsuya ignored his reaction to continue, “... and I wanted to ask for some advice. Where do you take Jun-kun when you go on dates?”

Tatsuya gave his brother a skeptical side-eye and rudely pointed his fork at his brother.  “Before that, you're aware that Jun is male, right? He may look beautiful but he's a man.”

“Yes, he is a nice boy.” Katsuya nodded, unsure as to why Tatsuya felt the need to put emphasis on the obvious. 

“So if you want to know where to take a woman, it would be better to ask a woman.”

“I did think of that but I thought it would be inappropriate to talk about my dating life with a female co-worker.” Katsuya sighed deeply.

When he and Maya started dating, Katsuya picked up the habit of calling Maya when his shift ended. He would update her on how his day went and he'd tell her his plans that night. When his co-workers questioned the sudden spike of his phone calls, he honestly answered their queries. 

“I was just informing my lover that my work for the day is done,” Katsuya replied seriously.

The whole room went silent and everyone turned to look at Katsuya. Katsuya wasn't sure but he thinks he saw the chief drop his cup of coffee. 

“You have… you have a girlfriend, Katsuya-san?” A brave female co-worker spoke up. All of the other women in the room leaned in closer.

“Yes.” Katsuya blushed at the rare opportunity to directly call Maya his ‘girlfriend’ which caused everyone in the room to gasp in shock.

Katsuya felt a chill down his spine when he witnessed more than half of the room taking in a deep breath. 

“Katsuya-san!!!” His junior called out to him. “It's unfair for you to get a girlfriend when you're always working so seriously!!!” 

“I suppose it is inappropriate for me to discuss such matters in the workplace. Very well, thank you for correcting me.” Katsuya patted the shoulder of his junior and packed up his items. 

Unbeknownst to him, the whole female population of the office was cursing his junior for not letting him spill more details. Just who was that amazing woman who broke Katsuya's walls?!

Katsuya remembers the discomfort he felt for a whole week after that revelation. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched.

“I thought of asking Serizawa-kun but she might tell Amano-kun about my plans and I want it to be a surprise.” Katsuya continued enumerating his missed options. 

“Baofu has experience with women but who's to say he wouldn't tell his Serizawa-kun about our discussion.

“I also thought about asking Mother but... I just can't get the courage to actually go through with it…”

Tatsuya nodded. As much as he hated being subject to the conversation, he can't imagine allowing their mother to help plan Katsuya's first date. He could imagine the whole household being involved in planning this date since his brother never really showed interest in romance before he went out with Maya.

“So, I'm your only choice, huh?” stated Tatsuya bluntly as he took a bite on his steak.

“Yes, so please just answer me honestly,” Katsuya pleaded. 

Tatsuya closed his eyes and pondered. “We walk around fields and gardens.. Sneak into each other's schools? I take him on motorcycle rides….” 

“What do you do?”

“Nothing really.” Tatsuya shrugged. “Just hang out.” 

Katsuya raised a brow at his brother and leaned in as if he was doing an interrogation. 

“Are you sure you're treating Jun-kun well?” Katsuya asked in a stern tone.

The sharp “Ha?” rolled out of Tatsuya’s tongue almost instantaneously. He was clearly offended by the accusation. “We're in different schools so we don't have time to meet in the first place. When I get to Kasugayama, it's already late.

“Besides, Jun doesn't fare well in crowds and he prefers looking at the flowers. He talks non stop whenever we go to the gardens and they change their decorations seasonally so we go there frequently. There was one time I did try to surprise him by bringing him to a floral-themed cafe but he got scouted by multiple modeling agencies when I left him to go to the restroom. He felt uncomfortable so I don't think we'll be going back to the city any time soon…” 

As Tatsuya rambled on, Katsuya couldn't help but feel his face heat up at the extremely rare sight of his brother making a soft and gentle expression. He hasn't seen such a small yet pure smile from Tatsuya in a long time. Katsuya couldn't help but hold his breath.

“What, huh, why am I talking to you about this?!” Tatsuya blushed, realizing how much he blabbered about his boyfriend and to his brother, no less. Katsuya looked away as a form of respect.

“Anyway,” Tatsuya coughed sheepishly. “Just take Maya-nee anywhere as long as you can talk.”

“I can't do that.” Katsuya shook his head. “I'm worried about haphazardly choosing a place she might not like.”

“I don't think Maya-nee is the type of person to be picky about these types of things.” 

“I won't deny that but she's an editor for a teen magazine. I'm sure she's been to all of the trendy places and she's tried all of the best food in Sumaru.” Katsuya felt the need to put emphasis on Maya's love for food and Tatsuya nodded, understanding where his brother's concerns were coming from.

“Then…” Tatsuya took another bite from his steak, consuming about three-fourths of the meal. “Why not just bring her some of your cooking?” 

“What do you mean?” Katsuya asked, surprised by the suggestion. 

“If you want something she's never had then you can just make her one of your cakes or something.”

“That's true….” Katsuya rubbed his chin, already crafting a recipe at the top of his head. 

“Can I compete with a professional's baking though….” Katsuya sighed to himself.

“Didn't you wanna be a patissier?” Tatsuya said as he took his last bite of his steak. “Are you telling me you had that dream while being such a wimp? After feeding me hundreds of cakes against my will?”

“... Okay,” Katsuya smiled. “I suppose I do want to share that side of me with Amano-kun.”

Tatsuya dropped his fork on his empty plate and whispered a “thank you for the food” under his breath. He stood up and headed for the door. 

“I gotta say I didn't expect to have this conversation with you,” said Tatsuya, looking  back at his brother. “I'll ask Jun if he has other ideas.” 

Tatsuya left the room but not before he could hear his brother reply with a “thanks”. 

___

“Katsuya-san, good evening!” Jun greeted Katsuya as he entered the living room. Behind him stood Tatsuya who had two helmets under both of his arms.

Katsuya looked up from his laptop and smiled. “Jun-kun, how have you been?”

Jun deftly removed his shoes and sat on the sofa opposite of Katsuya. Tatsuya left the room to leave his and Jun’s belongings in his room. 

“I'm okay. I heard from Tatsuya that you and Maya-nee are going on your first date soon?” Jun said excitedly. Jun doesn't typically get this excited but seeing Katsuya fretting about making Maya happy made him feel like he had some sort of solidarity with Katsuya. Outside of Katsuya being his boyfriend's brother, of course. 

“Yeah, yes….” Katsuya responded, surprised by Jun’s enthusiasm. “I've been asking Tatsuya for advice but I haven't gotten a full idea on what to do yet.”

“That's alright.” Jun smiled. “Planning the date is part of the fun of it.”

Before Katsuya could continue their exchange, Tatsuya entered the room again and patted Jun on the head to grab his attention. 

“Jun, what do you want to drink?” Tatsuya asked, slightly ruffling Jun’s hair. 

“Hm....” Jun closed his eyes in thought. “Peach tea please!”

Tatsuya nodded and walked off to check the options they had in the refrigerator. Of course there was water; Oolong tea; Pocari Sweat that Katsuya stores in case someone gets sick; milk but it's mostly for Katsuya’s baking; apple juice; and his mom’s aloe vera juice. No peach tea. 

“Jun, I don't think we have Peach tea.” Tatsuya sighed, slightly disappointed at how unprepared he was to accommodate Jun's tastes. 

“Oh, that's fine. I'm good with just water then.”  Jun replied, noticing the change in Tatsuya’s mood. 

“No, no.” Tatsuya shook his head. “I'll go out and buy some right now.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Mhmm. I'll take the bike so it'll be quick.” As he was saying this, Tatsuya grabbed his keys from the table. 

“Okay, thanks Tacchi! Stay safe, it's dark out.” 

Katsuya flinched at the use of his brother’s childhood nickname but Tatsuya nodded and went up the stairs to get his helmet again. Jun did nothing and simply smiled at Katsuya while staring at him. Katsuya couldn't help but feel self-conscious about Jun’s gaze so he tried to strike up a conversation. 

“You came straight from school, right?” Katsuya said sheepishly. 

“Yes. Tatsuya picked me up.” Jun said blankly and went back to staring at Katsuya. It was silent between them so you could clearly hear Tatsuya yelling “where did I put my wallet?!” from his room, along with the rustling of his items. 

“Are your parents okay with this?” Katsuya asked. 

“Yes. They know Tatsuya and you're here so it's okay.” Jun replied. 

…..

…......

….........

Once again the conversation died and it killed Katsuya inside. What happened to the enthusiasm Jun showed earlier?! Why did he kill the conversation immediately?

“I found my wallet, I'm leaving now!” Tatsuya yelled out from the front door and slammed it shut. Shortly, the sound of his motorcycle driving off could be heard at a distance. 

“Okay, we have time to talk without Tatsuya so you can be honest with me, Katsuya-san.” Jun’s enthusiasm returned.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Katsuya asked, unsure about Jun’s sudden change in demeanor. 

“I knew Tatsuya would go out to buy some tea for me so I picked one that's hard to find.” Jun smiled widely. “The stores near here are out of stock.”

Katsuya wasn't sure on how to feel about Jun’s scheming but he could see where the boy was coming from. His brother did seem a bit avoidant when it came to discussing his experiences on romance so Jun was right to buy them time to discuss. 

“Tatsuya's shy about these things so it'll be a bit hard to discuss your date in front of him,” said Jun as if he had read Katsuya’s thoughts. 

“Wow Jun-kun, you really thought about this.” Katsuya nodded his head in amazement. He couldn't help but admire Jun’s foresight on the whole matter. 

“Of course! This is a very important day for you and Maya-nee which is also why I brought someone else who can help.” Jun exclaimed as he stood up from his seat. 

Katsuya tilted his head to the side, wondering who this surprise guest could be. 

Jun knocked on the front door and shouted, “Okay! You can come in now!”

“Is the stage ready!” A deep voice yelled from the other side. 

Jun rolled his eyes and turned to Katsuya. “Sorry Katsuya-san, this will be quick.” 

Jun turned off the lights and pulled out a flashlight.

“It's ready now!”

Suddenly, the door busted open and there stood a tall figure, his right hand draped over his face, his left arm hugging his body, and his left foot was on a tiptoe. Jun pointed the beam of light at the door and revealed that it was none other than Eikichi “Michel” Mishina from Gas Chamber in their presence. The surprise guest swaggered his way to the living room, with a beat on his step, and his chest puffed out. Of course, Jun’s flashlight followed his every move. 

“The Great Michel is here to save the day,” Eikichi pulled out a blue rose from his breast pocket and posed in front of an extremely lost and confused Katsuya. 

Jun clapped his hands and Eikichi returned the flower prop to his best friend. Katsuya and Eikichi have met before, once or twice. Maybe even three times if you count Katsuya breaking up fights Kasugayama High students started in the streets. Okay, maybe three is a bit too humble. Probably about five times. Still, Eikichi didn't seem to be fazed by this fact and he turned the lights back on by his own will.

“Since Michel is seeing a woman I thought it would be good to have his opinion too.” Jun explained, seeing Katsuya’s blank expression. 

“Leave it to me. The ladies always scream when they see me in the flesh,” Eikichi winked. 

Katsuya was stunned beyond belief. He always saw Jun as a proper, shy, and soft-spoken boy; the complete opposite of his brother. He figured that Jun was an honor student who hung out with grade-conscious individuals and listened to classical music. He didn’t expect the former Head Boss of Kasugayama High to be his friend and for Jun to go along with Eikichi’s antics.

He pinched the skin in between his eyebrows and sighed out loud, “I can't believe I'm asking high school students about my love affairs... Is this appropriate?”

“It'll be fine, Katsuya-san! Michel is a good guy and he always helps people out.” Jun vouched for his best friend. 

“That's right. Come on, Katsubro. What do you have planned out so far?” Eikichi plopped himself next to Jun on the couch opposite of Katsuya’s. 

“I'll bake her a cake,” Katsuya replied, ignoring the fact that Eikichi just called him ‘Katsubro’. 

“I heard from Tacchi that you make really good cakes.” Jun nodded seriously. “I think that's a great idea.”

“He really thinks so?” Katsuya asked. “He usually complains when I bake….”

“Really? The only complaint I got was the amount of cakes….”

“That sounds like a good plan. Ladies do like it when men are good in the kitchen.” Eikichi gave Katsuya a thumbs up. “What do you want to make her feel on this date anyway?” 

“I want to surprise her. I want her to have a memorable date.” Katsuya answered firmly.

“Memorable, huh….” Eikichi muttered, closing his eyes to think.

“That’s pretty hard to narrow down, Katsuya-san…” Jun rested his head on his hand. “I remember all of my dates with Tatsuya.” 

“Well, I especially want her to see me in a different light. Maybe to see me a bit more as someone cooler….” Katsuya blushed at his own words. He couldn’t believe he still had such childish desires.

“I got it.” Eikichi lightly tapped his palm with a closed fist at the thought of this idea. “The best way for men to show their cooler side is to have a gap between their personality and their image.”

Jun and Katsuya didn’t really follow Eikichi’s train of thought. They both looked at Eikichi with expectant eyes, waiting for him to elaborate further. At that moment, Katsuya felt like maybe Eikichi does know what he’s talking about. 

“I mean… Okay, so this comes from experience.” Eikichi put a disclaimer and also a small bit of his credential to talk about this topic. “But, as you can see, I am a very handsome, cool, man of mystery.”

“Uhuh.” Jun nodded. Katsuya didn’t react to Eikichi’s words.

“Miyabi tells me that she likes it when I tell her about my troubles because you don’t really see my sensitive side from how I look.” Eikichi continued. “Men look the coolest when they show a side of them that you wouldn’t typically see. 

“I mean, I don’t know, I don’t really look at guys that way. What do you think, Jun?” Eikichi pointed at Jun who was nodding along to Eikichi’s words the whole time.

“Hmm…. I suppose the memories that have impacted me the most are of that nature. One of my favorite things about Tacchi is that he brings me new flowers to put in my breast pocket.” Jun took out the Lily of Incas from his pocket and showed it to the group. “He puts so much thought in the meanings too, this one means that there’s such a strong connection between two people that it can’t be put into human language.”

“Woah, I definitely didn’t expect that from Tatsuya. So, that’s why you’ve been bringing different flowers?” Eikichi unconsciously raised his voice at the realization.

“Yeah,” Jun giggled to himself. “Can you imagine him going to the florist’s alone?”

“Should I bring flowers to Amano-kun then?” Katsuya cut the conversation.

“That’s a good idea, I’m sure she’ll be happy!” Jun cheered.

“It is a good idea but, the thing is Katsubro, I think that’s not surprising for you.” Eikichi interjected. “You have this impression of being serious and traditional, y’know? Flowers aren’t really the most surprising things to bring on a date.”

Katsuya saw where Eikichi was coming from. To be fair, he was planning to bring Maya a bouquet of flowers even before their conversation. Isn’t it something a gentleman should naturally do?

“We can have a different approach.” Jun spoke up. “What about changing the way you call her?”

“Oooh, that’s pretty forward. I like that,” Eikichi chuckled heartily. “Why are you still calling her ‘Amano-kun’ anyway? It sounds so…. old.”

Katsuya swallowed the lump in his throat at Eikichi’s words. Has Maya been seeing him as old this whole time?! He didn’t want to change the way he addressed her because it seemed disrespectful. But if it made Katsuya seem old then, that’s just unacceptable.

“Yes! Why don’t you try calling her Maya?” Jun suggested with a huge smile on his face.

Katsuya tried to say her name. 

Maya. 

Two syllables. Two vowels. Two consonants. 

Maya. 

It’s so simple but how come everytime Katsuya tried to blurt out her name, he felt a heat rushing up his face?

“I, I don’t think I can do it that suddenly.” Katsuya said with bated breath.

“What? Dude, if you can’t say it now how will you say it to her face?” Eikichi voiced out seriously.

Katsuya had no response to that.

“I know! Let’s practice!” Jun stood up and got closer to Katsuya. 

“Yeah!” Eikichi followed behind Jun. “Let’s get into character, let’s change up your look so it’s even more surprising!”

Before Katsuya could protest, the two Kasugayama boys had pulled him out of his seat. Eikichi pulled out a bag and brought out several outfits that Katsuya could only wear in his nightmares. He tried to refuse them but the combined power of Eikichi’s physical strength and height added to Jun’s sweet disposition and his polite insistence was just hard to fight against. Katsuya didn’t really expect the destructive power these two best friends brought to the table but now that he’s subject to it, he wished he was at least a bit more mentally prepared. 

A few minutes had passed and Tatsuya returned from the store with a 1-liter bottle of Peach Tea on hand. Before he could open the door he could hear loud noises from inside but he couldn’t make out the words they were saying. 

“I’m back. Sorry, I took a while.” Tatsuya placed the plastic bag on the console table at the entryway. “But I got the brand that you liked, Jun.”

“Come on! Just say it, you’re already armored up!” Eikichi encouraged Katsuya.

“You can start with a ‘Maya-san’ if her first name is too intimidating. Anything to make you feel more comfortable,” Jun suggested, trying to ease Katsuya’s nerves.

“I think the first issue is the clothes, Jun-kun,” Katsuya whimpered.

Tatsuya had just entered his home but the first thing he saw was his brother’s face painted in clown white face paint; he had a heavy smokey eye; the thinnest eyebrows painted on a person; a bold blue lip; a graphic tee with the words "Fuck the Police" printed in the chiller font; a torn up denim vest; ripped skinny jeans; and 6 inch platform boots. Katsuya could barely stand. 

All that to say, they’ve cursed his brother. His boyfriend and one of his closest friends. The two didn’t even seem to be aware of their crimes; they were happily cheering for him and pressuring him into saying something.

Tatsuya briskly walked up to the two best friends and pulled them by the collar. The two immediately went silent and looked at Tatsuya with wide-set eyes. They honestly forgot about the possibility of him returning. Katsuya could’ve sworn that he saw a halo above his little brother’s head at that moment. He knew his brother was always a good boy but at that moment? Literal saint.

“Jun, I asked you for help with my brother’s date,” Tatsuya said in a terrifyingly soft tone. “You said Eikichi would be able to give good advice so we brought him here too. I didn’t want to but since you said he would be great, I believed in you.”

“I did give good advice!” Eikichi argued.

“Okay, so tell me why you made my brother look like a cursed clown.” Tatsuya snarked.

“Hey!” Eikichi lightly hit Tatsuya on his arm.

“We just gave him some of Eikichi’s clothes… To wear on the date….” Jun tried to reason.

Tatsuya rubbed his temples, picked up Katsuya’s former clothes from the coffee table, and tossed it in Katsuya's direction. He bobbed his head to gesture for Katsuya to go and change his outfit. 

“Let’s take it seriously this time and not get carried away, okay?” Tatsuya directed with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“We did take it seriously! What do you mean-” Eikichi declared but immediately stopped on his tracks after seeing Tatsuya’s sharp glare.

“Sorry, Tacchi. I guess we got too excited.” Jun pulled on Tatsuya’s sleeve.

Tatsuya sighed and sat down on the closest couch. He knew if those two got together, it would only result in nothing but chaos. He silently apologized to his brother for not following his intuition and exposing him to the raw power of the Kasugayama students.

[mothmothm0th]

an invention that is safe to create

Buttonbush had fun at the farmer's market! Fresh produce! Foreign streetfood! Fellow dolls darting about! Plenty to awawa about! But now it was on its way home. Buttonbush couldn't wait to see Miss again! Miss had been working on something sure to be amazing and clever for days now. She hadn't been eating too much. That was typical of her when she got into something exciting. But surely she would love the panini Buttonbush chose for her! Buttonbush knew what Miss enjoys!

No one was there to welcome Buttonbush home. Not even her fellow dolls were there! Usually, Snowdrop would be doing preliminary research for Miss, or perhaps Jessamine would be doing the dishes. Baneberry had a habit of sitting on the bottom stair like a silly kitty cat. The fact that the cottage was empty meant Miss' project must be at a critical juncture. And that meant Miss needed food, badly!

Quickly, though not hastily, Buttonbush put away its groceries. Gosh, the pantry and the fridge felt so barren before Buttonbush's intervention. Even emptier than when it left for the market! Though, the fridge had only had a half-empty jar of mayo so perhaps it was exaggerating. Still! Even the mayo was gone!

With just the panini in its basket, Buttonbush climbed down to the cellar. Dank airs and low light was how Miss liked it. Her cottage had two floors and an attic aboveground but below it was a sprawling mess of tunnels and chambers. A rhizome, Miss called it! Many of the tunnels led to a dead end. Sometimes, Miss joked about luring one of her amicable enemies down a tunnel and laying down a brick wall behind them. Or maybe she had already done that. Several of the tunnels were blocked off by brick walls! Not all of them. Some just had an unfinished feel to them.

But the winding tunnel Buttonbush walked down was neither blocked off or unfinished. No, it led to a set of doors. And behind them, another set! Buttonbush made sure to close the first doors before it opened the second. A light gust of oxygen, hydrogen, and assorted gasses from foreign realities welcomed it to Miss' newest workshop. Buttonbush needed to take gentle steps now. The path sloped downwards and Miss had decided not to waste her dolls' time tiling it. Smart of her! Once, a patch of ground had challenged Baneberry to debate the ethics of floors. Poor doll. It still wore Miss' floaty spell charm sometimes to avoid having to touch the ground. If the Walpurgis Council learned of Miss' use of strange spaces, they would frown! One time, a nice maker had come 'round to talk to Buttonbush and Jessamine about it but neither doll told him. Miss was just that good! She had used alternate methods to remake herself, after all.

Soon, the tunnel opened up to a large chamber. Buttonbush hadn't actually been here before. It was neither a familiar or an assistant engineer, and Miss generally visited upstairs for meals, so Buttonbush had no need to come visit. Thus, you can imagine its shock when it saw the room was dominated by a massive wooden construction. Thick branches or perhaps roots had seemingly grown in a wicker-like pattern into a cage around a floating orb made of... was that teak? Branches jutted out like giant spikes. Buttonbush wasn't quite sure what the thin ribbons that seemed caught in the teak orb's rotational currents were but they reminded it of fungal hyphae. Oh, but there was Miss, covered in dirt and half-dried mud, sniffing the air. She could explain! Hello Miss!

"Buttonbush my saviour, I shall savour the savoury treat you have brought me. Your savoir-faire is most..." Miss scratched the base of her antennae. "Salient. That shall have to work." Buttonbush couldn't help but giggle. "Say, my sacred darling, you look ever so fascinated by my sable contraption. Shall I satiate your curiosity? A light seance before we activate it."

"Buttonbush would love to listen to Miss explain her work! Buttonbush loves listening to Miss," Buttonbush said. It paused for a moment and continued: "Even when Miss has been reading her rhyming dictionary."

Miss' laugh straddled the line between a cackle and a giggle. "Worry not, worrywort. My work is nearly done. I shan't need use warding speech any further."

Warding speech. Buttonbush had heard Baneberry talk about it. Sometime about avoiding predictability, to keep strange spaces strange. Mundanity led to stagnation, and stagnation made Miss' magicks worse. But Miss always spoke a little strangely. Buttonbush couldn't tell the difference between her regular and warding speech.

Miss whistled, beckoned her dolls to her. Buttonbush snapped back to reality as Baneberry, Jessamine, Foxglove, and Snowdrop wandered to them from whichever dark nooks Buttonbush had overlooked. All ball-joints on deck! Jessamine's pretty porcelain dripped oil-like sap, and Snowdrop with her fully articulated face seemed exhausted. Foxglove seemed to practically vibrate with excitement. Baneberry, floating like a carnival balloon, struggled to hold Foxglove's hand.

Miss clapped her hands. "Now then! It is time for framing and naming! Buttonbush!" Miss pointed at Buttonbush, who clutched its basket tighter. "I believe this is your first time! Thus, I shall explain." One finger in the air. "The framing and naming is the final step in strange magicks. Look to the machine. It is a structure in motion, yet the motion is undefined, lacking in Purpose." Buttonbush felt sorry for the wicker and the orb. "This is vital! For only at the end, when the physical shape is prepared, ought one grant it Purpose.

"Hark, machine! For thine thorns shall puncture the veil between This and That! Through you shall flow in the airs of thought and feeling. Thus I define thee." The air felt electric around Buttonbush. "Woven wood, hear me! Arrange your paths so that you may judge thoughtful airs. This shall be your purpose." Buttonbush heard little sounds reminiscent of those sorting algorithm videos Snowdrop had been listening. "Dearest ribbons. You shall flutter, and through your flutter you shall weave for each airy judgement its appropriate doom. Thus you shall be." In an instant, each gossamer ribbon began moving in strange and complex patterns. Yet, Buttonbush could tell, these patterns were empty for now. "And hey, eyes up, you orb. You shall be a portal. A seed that grows inward and strangeward. Guide these doomful thoughts through your rhizome to their rightful minds. Infect the thoughts of wrongdoers!" Buttonbush's head spun. It was glad its Purpose lacked the ability to do wrong.

"And thus, you are framed." Miss was out of breath! She fell to one knee! Buttonbush rushed to her side. Miss shook her head. "No no, dearest. I shall be fine."

"But Miss!"

"I shall be fine," Miss repeated. She rose to her feet again. Her lips were stretched to their limits by a slightly concerning grin. "I'm so close. So close. Finally, I shall have constructed a solution to bullying."

Buttonbush tilted its head. This was about bullying? It knew Miss had been a victim of bullying in her school years. As had Snowdrop, come to think of it. And Baneberry! Jessamine never spoke of such matters but Buttonbush could tell it was hiding things.

"You'll see, Button dearest." Miss cackled, turned her attentions back to her invention. "Hear me now, o contraption mine. For while each part of thee knows its means, now I shall imbue thee with the gestalt of ends. Permit I weave a tale." Miss cleared her throat. "Each and every day, people bully those they deem weaker than them. Each day, their victims' psyches are damaged. The airs I shall have thee pluck from the realm of thought are these painful feelings and the motivations which caused them. These you shall organise and categorise. For each pain, you shall weave a salveful dream. For each perpetrator, you shall conjure a vivid nightmare. These dreams none shall forget, and in rememberance shall one and all realise means to a kinder and happier future. This is your Purpose. A center of pain and healing, the heart of revelation. Thus your name shall be..."

Miss paused, as if waiting for a realisation. It seemed to evade her. She turned to her dolls and motioned towards herself frantically. She needed their ideas! Snowdrop spoke first, bringing up a book she had read; a cautionary tale about the construction of a machine one might indeed call a 'center of pain'. Baneberry laughed to the point of hiccups. Jessamine emoted like a character from its favourite MMO. Miss seemed tired. She turned to Buttonbush, seemingly holding her breath so as to not name the machine the sound of an exhale.

Buttonbush hemmed and hawed. It was bad at names! But it liked the word 'contraption'. So this was a contraption for... thoughts? Dreams? Nightmares... Something something Contraption. It was supposed to make lives better. Hm... perhaps...

"So it's like, a thing that makes dreams into therapy? Like a Dream Therapy Contraption?" Buttonbush said. It wasn't sure. Not one bit. It was silly of Miss to not have a name in mind but perhaps she needed to keep her options open while working on her project. Stagnation and such. But Miss seemed to like it. Maybe that was just relief.

"Thus I name thee, the Dream Therapy Contraption," Miss proclaimed. In an instant, the machine, the Contraption, whirred into life. And as it did, the chamber seemed to stabilise. Buttonbush had already gotten used to how the air here smelled but as it inhaled normal air again, it realised how it had missed it.

Oh, but Miss was not doing so good. Foxglove was already helping prop her up. So resourceful of it. It nodded at Jessamine to get Miss' other side. It wasn't the first time they had served as Miss' crutches. Baneberry floated off ahead of them; to prepare Miss' bed, surely. Snowdrop in turn began collecting tools and grimoires. It just left Buttonbush and its basket, and...

Oh, the panini!

[1-800reki]

❝random atsushi n. headcanons!❞

summary: Atsushi and his random antics <33

pairings: atsushi x female reader | atsushi x girl

a/n: atsushi is so cutie!

• Alright, first off, Atsushi's hair is a common attribute and makes him stand out. So OF COURSE he asks you to brush it and keep it nice. Usually he wouldn't let people touch his hair like that, but you're the only exception.

• He probably dates people shorter than him but if you're taller than him, your relationship is like Felix and Calhoun 😭

"Look at my amazing gorgeous coolest partner ever!!" He says as he kisses your cheek.

• If you and him were in a modern au, all his social media bios would be matching with yours, or the 'taken by (your initial)'

• If he had a love language it would either be quality time or acts of service.

• He's the type of lover to intertwine your pinkies together instead of hand holding.

• He would get flustered pretty quickly from even a light touch of PDA.

• He's most definitely the small spoon when cuddling even if you're shorter than him. Especially when he's stressed.

• He would love getting head pats!

• He would take any chance to compliment you, whether it be about looks, your hobbies or your personality.

• If you were having a bad day he would just know instantly. He would get all of your favorite things and stay with you till you feel better.

• Before you start your period, Atsushi buys your favorite items in bulk, so when you do start, you're shocked he remembered.

"'tushi.. you remembered!"

"I guess I just took note.." He says, scratching the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.

• He can comfort you real good. Like he sees one tear fall from your eye? He's already hugging you and brought tissues and your favorite snacks. As much affection as he gives you, you surely return it. One day, he cried silently from an argument with you. You walked to his room to him under blankets, sniffling. He cries harder when you feels your touch, feeling guilty for his actions. You gently kiss his head and shush his cries, reassuring that everything is alright.

• His photo album is 90% of you, 10% of memes, and 1% of important screenshots (passwords, emails, shit like that)

• Atsushi DEFINITELY reposts those relationship videos or couple imagines.

• when he's with his friends, he rambles about you nonstop.

Random: "did you guys see the new football game-"

Atsushi: "MY GIRLFRIEND JUST POSTED!!"

Random: "uhm.. anyways-"

• His favorite spots to kiss you is your cheek and nose. He believes that every kiss with him should be special, and he doesn't find the need to be a perv when it comes to kissing.

• DON'T MAKE MEAN JOKES WITH HIM- he'll cry and probably ignore you. >:(

• In his sleep, he probably sleeptalks, and it's either about you or something about missing his parents.. I don't know.

• he's never afraid to admit that he's thinking about you or missing you.

• Expect your room to become his room. After letting him in, he's totally invaded it (in a good way!)

• He listens to Laufey and Tyler the Creator but might indulge in your music taste from time to time >:)

• His favorite way to unwind from a work day would be cuddling with you. His favorite position to cuddle would be intertwining. He just loves the feeling of your body intertwined with his.

• If he texts you he definitely uses the kaomoji's mostly :3, ╰(▔∀▔)╯, and (＾▽＾).

• If you can cook, he loves loves LOVES your cooking. He especially loves the Ochazuke (green tea over rice) you make for him. He'll eat it up like it's a 5 star meal !!

• Don't ever underestimate Atsushi's love. He will literally go to hell and back for u, do not play 😭😭

a/n: I'm trying to get my friend to start bsd and she doesn't fw it 😕 what the freak

[theherothesavior]

One Little Scratch II Part 3

Joel Miller x AFAB Reader

Summary: Dinner goes about as well as you expected. But, will the evening end on a better note?

Warnings: mentions of drug use, mentions of addiction, Mallory, age gap (not a crazy one), violence, more of my terrible writing, never proofread, eventual smut.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I appreciate the 4 people that are enjoying this 🤪💕.

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A family dinner was a practice that most people viewed as the pinnacle of love and normality. It was always the picture used to paint the perfect family, a copy of Norman Rockwell’s Freedom from Want. A moment in time, depicted so flawlessly, showcasing how an ideal family has no needs besides enjoying their time together. There is no lack of food or love to be seen. A perfect meal for a perfect family.

You adored that painting when you were younger. A copy of it had hung on your grandmother’s dining room wall when you were small. When it was just you and her, in the days when your parents were too strung out to see you or just simply didn’t care enough to come to see you, you would stare at that painting. You would analyze it every meal. The grandparents, eager to share their homemade meal with their family. The children, excited to be eating all the hard work that had been done. It was always something you longed for, something you thought that you desperately needed in order to make your family feel real, feel whole. The last Thanksgiving you had, with both of your parents still alive, was terrible.

You were eager to finally have the real Rockwell family dinner that you always craved. You thought it was going to be perfect, but much to the disappointment of your 7-year-old self, it was awful. The turkey was burnt, your father was drunk, and the entire evening was spent listening to your parents fight over whether or not sweet potato was actually sweet. You remember thinking that you’d rather be somewhere by yourself eating a dry-ass turkey sandwich than eating a real meal with your parents. That was the worst sit-down dinner you have ever experienced.

Until right now.

The food itself is amazing. Maria and Tommy have cooked a beautiful dinner of roast chicken and potatoes with green beans. They seasoned everything as beautifully as they could with the limited spices they were able to barter from the mess hall, making everyone moan and groan over how amazing the home-cooked meal was. Towards the end of the feast, it starts to get a little bumpy.

Tommy and Maria sit at each end of the table, Joel on his brother’s right while you sit next to him on Maria’s left. Ellie is across from you on the other side of Maria, with Mallory sitting next to her, facing Joel. While everyone picks at their last little bit of food, Mallory starts to ask Joel some questions.

“So, where did you and Tommy grow up?” She bats her eyelashes at him, and Ellie laughs into her glass, covering it up with a cough before taking a sip while you teasingly glare at her to remind her to behave. Joel clears his throat before simply answering, “Austin, Texas.”

“Oh, wow!” Her voice full of sweetness she saves solely for Joel. “You must have endured some hot summers then.” She winks at him, and now it’s Tommy’s turn to laugh, also attempting to cover it up with a cough, but rather choking on his water. Joel kicks his brother under the table and answers Mallory again. “Yeah, it could get pretty sweltering at times, but you’re used to it most of the time.” He smiles, and everyone but Mallory can tell it’s forced. Her gaze shifts to you, and you tense, expecting some backhanded insult. Joel senses your panic of an impending attack and carefully slides his hand onto your left thigh, silently reminding you that he’s there and not to snap at her. She softly addresses you.

“And where were you from?” Her faux sweetness pouring out of her mouth and onto her empty plate. You clear your throat before answering, the meek tone not sounding anything like you. “Vermont.” She nods at your response before asking a follow-up question. “Oh, that was a beautiful place to visit.” She sips her water. “I used to go with my sister when we were in our twenties. We were actually planning on moving there, but the amount of marijuana and slacker hippies was too much for us.” You grip Joel’s hand, forcing a smile on your face. “Yeah, it was sad. The addiction crisis in the state was pretty high when I was in high school.”

She gasps, “ Well aren’t you a baby! You were in high school when the breakout happened?” She laughs softly, glancing around the table to see everyone else’s reactions. Joel squeezes your thigh again as you answer. “No, I actually dropped out a year before the outbreak.” Mallory makes a noncommittal noise in response as she sips her water. Once she swallows, a small condescending laugh, one singular exhale, before asking a follow-up question. “A dropout? Well, good thing the world ended, so you actually had a chance, right?”

“Bitch.” Ellie mumbles under her breath and Maria puta a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep her out of it, leaving you to answer Mallory yourself. You take a deep breath, Joel’s hand moving further between your thighs, his grip growing stronger as he starts to get equally as frustrated.

“Well, I had to drop out to take care of my little sister.” You answer shakily, the memory of her starting to fade more and more as each day passes.

“Oh? Where were your parents?” Mallory asks, voice still condescending.

“My mom died when I was 12, and my dad wasn’t a great guy, so he wasn’t around a lot.” You look down at your plate, praying for someone to jump into the conversation and help you. She continues, “He wasn’t a great guy? That’s sad.” She takes another sip of water. “What happened to your sister?” You take a deep breath, the sadness replaced with rage.

“Well she’s not with me now so what the fuck do you think happened?” You snap at her, Joel’s hand moving to grip your knee even harder, urging you to calm down. You glance at him, and you can see he understands your aggravation but also desperately needs you to relax and not kill Mallory over the table. “She got shot by a FEDRA agent 19 years ago because she ‘looked sick, ‘ but she was just 10 years old, exhausted, and scared.” Joel’s head whips to look at you. He hadn’t known that you had to deal with that guilt just like he had for so long. His anger towards Mallory triples, knowing what you must feel right now.

Mallory scoffs, “Well, you didn’t take great care of her then.” Her words settle in the room, no one saying anything but everyone, apart from the bitch herself, knows what’s about to happen. Tommy rushes to help a very pregnant Maria up from her chair and out of the room. He comes back for Ellie as she protests that she wants to watch what’s about to go down. As soon as Ellie’s out of the room, you rush around the table and tackle Mallory from her chair. You punch her in the face, holding her down.

“You need to learn how to keep your fucking mouth closed! You never lst anyone because no one can stand to be around you for more than thirty seconds.” You punch her again, going to a third time, but Joel stops your hand. You angrily look up at him.

“She’s got the point, darlin’. Let’s go home, okay?” You go to protest, but he helps you up, sighing as he turns his attention to Mallory to help her off the ground. You can see the smirk appearing on her face, thinking that Joel’s coming to her rescue, but instead he glares at her.

“You’re gonna leave us alone. You’re gonna stop talkin’ to Ellie about her ‘needing a mother. ’ You’re gonna stop trying to get my attention because, let’s be honest, you’re only embarrassin’ yourself.” He huffs out a cold laugh. “And you’re gonna stop bothering my girl. If I hear that you even so much as address her the wrong way, I’m not going to stop her from beating you blind. Got it?” His dangerous tone leaves no room for discussion, and she nods in fear, covers her face, and runs from the house.

Ellie runs into the room. “You got her good! Holy shit!” You laugh at her enthusiasm, and Tommy comes in as well with Maria behind him. Tommy has a huge smirk on his face as he steps closer, high-fiving you. “She had that coming for a while.” You smirk back at him and glance at Maria and apologize if you stressed her out, not wanting to make anything harder on her while she’s pregnant.

She shakes her head. “No, Tommy’s right. Besides, if she had said anything like that to me, I would have done the same thing.” You nod in appreciation, and the five of you clean up the dinner you just had. After about forty minutes or so, you and Joel head back home while Ellie heads to Dina’s. You step inside and plop down on the couch, your knuckles starting to hurt from punching Mallory. Joel sits on the coffee table across from you, “Let me see, darlin’.” He carefully takes your right hand in his and inspects your cut knuckles as they start to bruise. “Not too bad. They could be worse.” He shakes his head and sighs. “I’m sorry I made you come to dinner, and I’m really sorry I made such a big thing about you bein’ nice to her for ‘neighbourly appearances.’ That was bullshit on my part.” You nod in agreement, and he sighs, going to grab a cloth and put some ice in it for your knuckles. As he walks back, he kicks himself for putting you in that position and for being part of the reason you were subjagated to the verbal abuse Mallory hit you with. He sits back down in front of you with a grunt. “Here.” He takes your hand in his again, holding the ice on your knuckles for you.

“Thanks…” You answer softly, smiling at him as he tends to your bruised hand. “Now you see why I was always such a bitch to her. She said all of that in front of four other people. Imagine what she’s said to me without anyone around.” You sigh, wincing slightly at the cloth brushing against your cut knuckles. Joel’s brows bunch together, his face hardening as he looks up at you.

“What has she said?” He asks gruffly, and you sigh, throwing your uninjured hand up in defeat.

“A lot of it had to do with you and her insane belief that every time we’re alone we’re fucking each others brains out.” You look up just in time to see his cheeks redden before he looks away.

He clears his throat. “Well, that’s something. Why do you think she’d say that?” He finishes, and his eyes meet yours again, and you shrug. “I don’t know, but she seemed to think that ‘my pussy wrapped around your cock was cutting off blood flow to your brain to make the right choices’.” You chuckle. “That’s a direct quote, by the way.” When you look back at him, he looks pained, and he senses your confusion.

“You can’t be sayin’ stuff like that to me, darlin’.” He says, roughly making you roll your eyes. “Yeah, I know, but I’m just repeating some of the things Mallory has said to me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He laughs darkly. “You did… but not for the reason you think.” You look at him, eyebrows raising as your eyes lower to his lap. “Oh.. uhm… is it just the way I said it? Or is it me?”

He looks at you like you have three heads, like it’s a question you shouldn’t even have had to ask. You laugh, still confused, “What? Is there something on my face or something?” His eyes only grow wider, his smirk growing along with the upper half of his face.

“Darlin’, you can’t be serious right now?” He laughs, eyes searching yours until he finally realizes that you are, in fact, being serious. “Baby… you drive me absolutely fuckin’ crazy.” His voice is low, barely audible, and if you hadn’t been looking at him, you might not have noticed he even spoke. Your jaw drops, only slightly, before his hand that’s not holding your busted one moves to cup your chin.

“I didn’t think you thought of me like that. I just thought you tolerated me, liked me just enough to keep me around for Ellie’s sake.” It’s your turn to practically whisper, afraid that if you raise your voice too much, he’ll get scared like a deer and run into oncoming traffic. His grip on your chin tightens as his thumb barely brushes against your bottom lip.

“Barely tolerate? Do you think that I would have taken the time to bandage your back last night if I barely tolerated you? Give you my clothes to wear? You think I would have given you the better mattress to sleep on or the more comfortable sheets if I ‘barely tolerated’?” He takes a deep breath and looks down, his other hand running his thumb along the back of yours before looking back up at you. His eyes, usually hardened and guarded, are soft as they peer into yours. The vulnerability in them is akin to a labrador that wants to be cared for. “If I felt how you thought I did, I wouldn’t have cared that you were thinking about leaving. The sheer thought of possibly not being able to see you every day wouldn’t have sent an icy chill through my bones like it did when you mentioned it earlier today.”

You're speechless. Every interaction that you’ve had with him in the past year is replaying in your mind. Every moment where you thought there was maybe something more between you two that you ultimately ruled as delusions in your own mind. Moments you’d think about over and over, wishing they meant what you hoped they had. Every single conversation, glance, or brief touch weighs heavier as you realize that you were right this entire time. You were right even though you had managed to convince yourself you were wrong. After what feels like hours of silence, you manage a soft, “Joel.” Not knowing what else to say, he continues for you.

“Now please, baby, please tell me that you’re not thinkin’ about leaving still. I just started to get comfortable here and I would hate to have to pack up and drag my ass out there with you.” The corner of his lip turns up again, making you laugh softly.

“Well, out there really isn’t a place for a teenage girl or an old man.” You jest, and he squeezes your chin again.

“Watch it, darlin’.” He warns with no real sternness, and you giggle softly.

“I think I’ll stick around for a while.” You smile softly. “Under one condition.” His face gets serious at your statement, and he nods for you to state your terms. “Take my mattress. I didn’t know you gave me the more comfortable one, and you have a worse back than I do.” You urge, and he shakes his head with a soft chuckle, his thumb resuming its soothing motion along the side of your chin.

“Not a chance in Hell, baby. It’s yours, and I want you to keep it.” You groan and start to argue again.

“Then at least take my sheets. You deserve to be comfortable, especially after taking care of me and Ellie. Plus, you work so hard around town and do so much for everyone you deser-.” His lips meet yours softly, cutting you off. You hadn’t realized that he had slowly been pulling your chin toward him the entire time you were ranting about how much he does for you and the rest of the town. The kiss makes you melt against him, warmth spreading through your body as his full lips press gently against yours. You hum as he pulls you closer, hand moving to the side of your neck while his thumb rests against your cheek.

He pulls away slowly. “Sweet girl…” He breathes, “You’re keeping your sheets. End of discussion.” His voice is soft and caring, his eyes matching his tone as he looks down at you.

“You’re really not going to take anything from me? I can’t give you anything as a thank you.” Your eyes mirror his as you look up at him, and he smirks. “Well, there’s something you could give me.” He offers suggestively. “But, you’re hand’s bruised, and your entire back is cut up so that won’t be happening any time soon.” He sighs, his face growing serious as he clears his throat, attempting to be the responsible one.

“What if I ask nicely?” You whisper sweetly, craning your neck so your lips get closer to his again. You stop right before they touch and press your lips to his jawline instead. “What if I begged you so sweetly?” You press another kiss to the other side of his jaw, to the little spot in his beard where no hair ever grows, making him tense. “What if I left little kisses all over you? What would you do?” You giggle and press a soft kiss to his lips, his hand moves from the side of your neck to lightly wrap around your throat as he deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes against your bottom lip, and you grant him access, allowing him to explore your mouth. He grunts against you as you moan into the kiss, making him hold you closer to him. Your hand rests against his thigh, squeezing just above his knee, and he moans as he breaks away from you. He rests his forehead against your, the two of you inhaling each other’s heavy exhales.

“Baby. I’m not touching you right now, not with your back the way it is.” You whine and protest, and he presses his lips to yours again to silence you for the second time in a few minutes. “No whining. We’re gonna go upstairs, you’re gonna let me check that bandage, and we’re going to bed because we both have patrol tomorrow mornin’.” He gruffs. There is no room for arguments, and he stands up from the coffee table, holding his hand out to help you up from the couch. He presses a smooch to the top of your head before guiding you toward the steps to head up to the bathroom.

“Yes, sir.” You tease and he swats your ass with a smirk, making you squeal and giggle.

“Watch it. Head upstairs; I’ll be right there.” You smile softly and go toward the bathroom. He stands at the bottom of the steps, watching you go, his feelings swirling in his gut. He’s been fighting his feelings for you for months now, and he thought that admitting them would appease some of his fear and guilt for feeling the way he does. So how come he still feels like he’s going ot vomit? The yearning in his heart keeps fighting with the voice in his head that feels guilty for feeling the way he feels about you. You’re not “young” per se, but you are younger than him. He’s worried that he’s going to somehow “take advantage” of you because of the age difference, even though you were a legal adult when the world ended. You stick your head out of the bathroom and look down at him.

“You okay?” You call down the stairs, and as his eyes meet yours, there’s a ceasefire in his body. Everything but your sweet voice and face stops him from thinking, and his breath catches.

“M’fine, darlin’. I’m comin’.” He smiles, pushing his inner turmoil to the side. The promise of touching your skin, even if it’s just to tend to your wounds, propels him up to you, leaving his doubts downstairs to wait for another day.

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[professionalranter31]

I have more general headcannons for the Overwatch heroes

Bastion has yet to really figure out their gender, they identify as he/him currently because of their relationship with Torbjorn but they are still discovering parts about who they are

Bob used to have a voice but Ashe’s parents had it removed when Ashe started to treat Bob as her parent instead of them, it had the opposite effect that they had intended. Ashe is determined to find a copy of Bob’s voice so he can tell her his stories again and talk to her while he makes meals and hum to her when she just needs a hug

When Efi began to create Orisa’s Javelin update she let Orisa pick out her own hairstyle, there are several hair styles stored away because Orisa went slightly overboard with picking one out, Efi is currently debating getting into selling hair styles to Omnics she’s made so many that she’s become that good

Brigitte had a habit growing up of trying to make mech suits for various animals, from a jet pack mech for a cat to a flying suit for a squirrel, Torbjorn already warned Bastion that she may try to do this with Ganymede, but he also knows that Reinhardt encourages the behavior

Widowmaker’s brainwashing did not simply affect her current emotions, the way that the brainwashers ensured it worked was that they altered her memories of her past emotions so that she felt like she was faking them instead of actually feeling them. Once that process was done then they implanted that she only feels real emotions when she kills someone and implanted the urge to kill Gerard. It also has to be stated that barely anyone knows that she is actually brainwashed, the only people who do are those that brainwashed her, some of them are dead, and Doomfist. So most people thinks this is the real Amelie instead of the fake. Angela and a few others just thinks she suffered a psychotic breakdown

Ana has a small holo disk that holds articles about all of Fareeha’s achievements, from her promotions to her completed missions, everything. Fareeha does not know about this

Ramattra has been analyzing certain individuals in order to create generals for Null Sector, or at the very least super soldiers (this is in reference to the Null Sector skins some heroes have, I want all of them to be canon to the lore)

Sombra hates hacking Omnics, the first time she tried it felt so wrong that she ended up getting sick. The issue that arises is that with manipulations there is always some sort of choice, no matter how much of an illusion one may be, but hacking an Omnic takes away all choice, and Sombra hates that because it makes her feel like the people she’s hunting down to uncover the conspiracy. She was sick for several days after she hacked several Omnics in Numbani for Doomfist

D.Va is a really good at making meals, and I mean like from scratch, it was something she learned to do when first entering the streaming scene because she didn’t want to become reliant on cup noodles and snacks for sustenance, which is ironic because she absolutely sucks at cooking games, which is made further ironic because Tracer, who can’t make a meal to save her life is amazing at cooking games

Doomfist’s philosophy was born when he lost his arm, he cried out for help but no one came even though he could see that people heard him, but no effort was made to save him. He had to force himself out of the rubble pinning him down, and forcefully tearing his trapped arm off to get out. That is when his philosophy first began to develop

Lifeweaver is constantly studying plants to try and find new effects he could create with his biolight that could help people, but the first plants he researched after he left Vishkar were some of Satya’s favorites. She had a small garden that she would trim and keep from overgrowing, with a bonsai tree to round it all together. The first plants he designed and created after leaving Vishkar and joining the Arcology were from that garden, he keeps a replica in his room to remember his best friend