#no need to be shy Anon but I'm okay with you hiding for your comfort

[wishingstarinajar]

Hi, on anonymous because I'm shy, but a while ago, I saw your discord status talking about Genshin Impact, and I was wondering what you thought of it. Sorry if that's intrusive! I really like that game and wanted to know.

Le gasp, someone who knows me!... Maybe, haaai~

Genshin, yes (or Genshion, as I accidentally typo-ed it in my status and people were so kind to point out x'D). So my status said I was giving the game another try after leaving my account to rot for almost two years.

I made an account back then and tried to play but was so overwhelmed by it, I didn't find much enjoyment in it. I tried it long enough to get my adventurer rank to 7 or something, but I struggled hard with wrapping my head around the gameplay style. So I left it to the side.

Cue last week, when I brushed off my account and gave it another go.

Day one was hell: I had NO idea what was going on, I didn't remember anything, and once again I struggled with getting a hang of the playstyle. I was having no fun and decided to give up.

Day two was... okay: I figured I gave up too easily the day before and wanted to give the game another chance. It's a pretty game with nice designs and scenery, I like the soundtrack, and if so many darn people like it, then surely I'm not doing something right. I got some online assistance and slowly started to understand how the heck to play it.

Day three was actually fun: Finally, after trying for hours, I was starting to have fun. I could progress, I didn't keep getting my ass handed back to me, I dared to explore and got a better taste of the story. Beating harder mobs/bosses felt really good.

From here on in, the game has been rather enjoyable, but I have hit the "grind wall" now where I need to grind for level boosts, food materials, and other items to upgrade weapons and artifacts, and to ascend characters and weapons so they can gain higher levels. My "main-ish" team is now all in the level 33 brackets and my Adventurer rank/level is 22, so I've been doing okay, I guess xD

I'm still not that great at switching out party members to create elemental chain reactions or what-have-you for good damage; I'm not used to this kind of playstyle, especially this fast-paced, but I'm trying. I usually just go into fights with Xiangling and wreck things (most of the time). Takes a bit longer than it should but it works.

I think the game is pretty alright. I didn't have a high opinion of it before, but that was mostly because my own experience with it was pretty shit. It has a nice story, pretty graphics and a wonderful soundtrack. I like to explore and glide, I think those are my favorite parts of the game, and I do smile when I'm interacting with other characters.

Things I still don't like very much are:

The English voice acting. Some of the voices are pretty grating to listen to, while others sound very forced (aka not genuine or natural). Hopefully this is just throughout the "beginning" of the game and people ease into it better later on. I am considering downloading the Japanese voice-acting pack though.

Being forced to stick with the gender of the Traveler you picked at the very start and being unable to customize their appearance. I'm not going to make a whole new account just to switch gender for aesthetic reasons. Still sucks that this isn't something that can be changed, at all.

Adventurer level hurdles. I hate you... Just let me progress through the story, don't make me wait and grind.

Ice. The Ice element is my worst enemy and the mountain area can fek right off.

Can I have some more dudes on my team? Thanks.

I will say that the urge to make a Genshin OC is there but I feel like I don't have a good enough grasp on the game, the setting and the story yet to justify it. We'll see.

[runa-falls]

reciprocation

part 1 | part 3

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

cw: smut (18+), fwb relationship, PWP, face sitting, mutual-pining but their idiots so..., 69, cumming untouched, cum eating.

w/c: 3.4k of SMUT AHHH

a/n: ignore how this is suddenly typed with capital letters :0. THIS ONE IS FOR MY FAVORITE STEVEN ANON WITH THE 69 REQUEST FROM A MONTH AGO -- i'm sorry it took so long 🫠

also special shout out for @whatthefishh for reading over it like half-a-month ago 😭🙏🏻 i was going through a major writers block :^)

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“Are you sure about this?” You watch him warily from a few feet away, shifting from side to side.

Steven is laid back on the bed patiently waiting for you, hair fluffy and soft under him. You can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now, eager to start. 

His voice is soft as he appraises the timid energy surrounding you, “I’m sure. I want it–you. I promise.” For once, Steven seems to be the least nervous between the two of you. You're not used to him being in charge or even initiating anything remotely affectionate, let alone sexual. “Do…you?”

You can already see the prominent outline of his erection pressing sweetly against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. No matter how loose and comfortable he dresses, he can never manage to hide his need for you. 

“I do, but I just… don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You wring your hands together, still unsure if you should approach him. 

Steven looks at you with trusting eyes, “You won’t hurt me, darling.” His comforting words help you relax a little, almost making you forget what you agreed to, what you’re so apprehensive to attempt. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him pull you closer and guide you onto his lap.

His voice lowers as desire drips from his lips, “Though, even if you did,” His dark eyes look up to meet yours, pure need bleeding through the gaze. You eagerly drink it in, body buzzing on top of him with flustered energy. “I think I’d be okay with it…” Your breath hitches.

You know it’s true. Steven has never shied away from pain; he even invites it in the heat of the moment. He likes to be under your control, letting you use his body to drive him crazy, even if it means teasing and denying him until he’s sobbing under you.

He loves seeing the possessive marks you leave when he wakes up in the morning, fingers ghosting over them as the night before replays in his mind, or feeling the residual sting of scratches down his torso when he takes a shower, letting the warm water draw out the sensations until he’s hard and aching for you again, and he has to seek you out, hoping you'll notice him.

You regularly get carried away, so desperate to have all of him, that you don’t even realize how intensely you devour his eagerness to please you. But Steven is more than happy to indulge your hungry advances.

He especially loves it when you soothe him after, lightly kissing each bruise and mark as you whisper sweet words, apologizing for how rough you got.

He takes it with a shy smile, basking in your affections and your gentle touch, sighing as he’s surrounded by your energy, by your undivided attention. 

Sometimes he likes to pretend like you're his, like you're doing this because you love him, not because you think you're being a good friend.

It's not hard for him to imagine it when he closes his eyes, especially when you're moaning around his cock or grabbing his neck to pull him into a desperate kiss.

But when it's all over, when he's pulling his jeans back on -- still thrumming with heat -- the spell breaks and you go back to being just friends.

Now, he's going to pleasure you. Make you feel the euphoria of his mouth, so you'll want him just as much as he wants you. This is his form of reciprocation for all the favors you've given him. And he hopes it will convince you that he'd be a good lover for you. That you could be more than just friends with him.

He lets out a hushed, “Please,” as he leans into you, enticing you to follow him and capture his lips hungrily.

Steven knows exactly what he’s doing when he uses that tone, that soft shade of himself that can bring you to your knees even when he’s falling apart harder and faster than you are. 

You moan against his pouty lips, feeling the softness, his gentle press, you pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss. He lets you have control over him, merely following you as you slide your tongue against his, delicately tasting you, tenderly holding you by your waist.

Steven is always gentle with you, no matter how clouded his mind gets during these heated moments, no matter how lost in pleasure he gets or how desperately he needs you, he always handles you with delicate care.

You nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his soft mewl as you start to roll your hips against him. His grip on your waist tightens, holding you more insistently against him, letting you feel how desperately he needs you.

His lips are pink and plump when you pull away, parted ever so slightly as he stares between your bodies, working your body over him. His eyes are glazed as he cants his hips to chase the exquisite feeling of your soft center against him.

You tease him, lifting yourself just enough that he can’t grind himself against you. He whines when he can’t feel you anymore, gripping your waist with frustration.

“Love, please!”

You break the kiss and climb off of him, appreciating how ruined he looks from a few kisses and light grinding. He huffs out a breath in frustration, hands fisting with the need to touch you. To have you close.

You stand next to the bed, hair in disarray, fiddling with the hem of your large shirt to garner his attention. His bronze gaze soaks over you, flashing dark when it meets the short hem of your pajama bottoms.

“Your shorts, p-please, take them off.” It’s not a demand, Steven doesn’t make demands, it’s a request, a plea, one that you’ve heard time and time again, and have seldom refused. 

Your fingers find the waistband of your shorts and drag them down until they’re pulled the rest of the way off with the help of gravity. A breathy sigh can be heard under you when you step away from the pooled clothing, leaving you in an oversized t-shirt that barely brushes at the top of your thighs. 

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time – he’s always like this.

His eyes sparkle as you shuffle closer to the bed. “Come’ere, darling.” He pats his chest, “Right here.” You timidly crawl over him, delicately straddling his chest, legs parted just above his ribs. Your knees pull in towards each other, trying to hide what your shirt can’t cover, but you don’t get far before warm fingers pry you apart. 

“Show me.” It’s a bare whisper, as light as his touch gliding over the outer sides of your legs.

You reluctantly let yourself relax on him, hands gripping his soft shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Heat prickles under your skin as he cranes his neck to look at you, lashes nearly brushing the tops of his cheeks with how lustfully heavy his eyelids are. He takes that moment to breathe you in, devouring every inch of what you’re offering. 

His touch disappears from your thighs, and you hear quiet ruffling behind you, then a broken groan under you. You look over your shoulder and spot his hand pressing desperately against his covered hardness. 

“S-Steven…” He doesn’t stop his actions when he meets your eyes, utterly shameless with his need for you. 

“Beautiful.” 

His breaths become heavy, and his chest moves deliciously under you, right against your hot center. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, hoping to abate the intensifying sensations, but you can’t, his chest keeps you spread, open, and quivering just for his eyes. 

Steven is barely touching you, but even the slightest hint of pleasure has you craving him.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you subtly shift over him, drinking in his soft grunts as he continues to touch himself under you. It makes you throb with heat. 

Steven watches you suck your lip into your mouth to hold in wanton moans as you experimentally slide against his firm chest, hands pressing into him to support your movements.

Your initial timidness crumbles as you roll your hips over him again and your head tilts back as you begin to lose yourself in the way your clit presses so perfectly against him.

Steven’s gentle voice cuts through the carnal fog infesting your brain and pulls you back to reality. “Sit up higher for me.” His hands are back on you, urging you to scoot up. “Let me taste you – L-let me fuck you with my tongue.” You press your dripping center to his shirt-covered torso with a soft moan, feeling the small spot right in between his ribs where you’ve soaked through. “Please, baby?”

You nod wordlessly, letting him guide your body until you’re hovering over his face. Your body shivers as you feel his warm breath brush against your center. 

It’s a bit daunting looking at Steven from here. His face is nestled right in between your thighs – which is not an unusual sight – but this time you are on top. You can barely see his eyes since your shirt is so big it practically drapes over half of his face. What if you suffocate him or break his neck?

“Maybe… we should rethi-” A gasp falls from your lips as strong arms pull you down to his face. “Steven!-” Without hesitation, wet heat laps at the seam of your cunt, greedily dragging over any slick that threatens to drip down your inner thigh. 

Your words are effectively stuck in your throat as Steven begins to eagerly nip and suck at your softness, drawing out deep whines instead of coherent sentences. You can only hold on to the headboard to support yourself, holding back your urge to grind against his supple lips. 

You moan as Steven tentatively nudges against your entrance, laving his tongue over the sensitive opening just to tease you. When he finally pushes into you, you have to hold yourself back from grinding against him like you’re riding his cock. He licks and thrusts his tongue into you, humming at your taste as you drip over his lips, down his chin. 

Your hips uncontrollably buck against him as his tongue flicks at your clit. A hand drops into his hair, tugging frantically at the ends before pushing him further against you, begging – no, demanding for more. He gets the memo and focuses on your most sensitive bud, delicately suckling it until your thighs are trembling by his ears. 

A ball of heat quickly blooms in your lower stomach and flushes under your skin. Familiar sparks of energy thrum up your spine, enticing you to clench around nothingness with promises of unspoken bliss and ecstasy. 

Calloused fingers lift you away from the molten heat of his mouth just as you were reaching your climax. You’re gasping for a breath as Steven holds you back from toppling off the edge. 

You can feel it, his breath, barely ghosting a sigh over your center, and somehow, even that slightest brush of air has you pulsing helplessly over him. He’s breathing as hard as you are, mouth glossy and plump as he stares back up at you, face flushed, and eyes glazed. 

Utterly pussy-drunk. 

Your grip on the headboard tightens intensely and your eyes roll shut. You can’t stop it. 

A stilted cry rips from your throat as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you in full force, crashing over you like a wave. Steven can only watch, lips parted in awe, as you shatter completely untouched right above him.

His fingers grip harsh bruises into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself throb dangerously close to his own euphoric end. You moan harder at the tender marks he paints on your trembling legs. The sharp feeling travels up your legs and straight to your center.

His hands rub your thighs comfortingly, apologetically, before he starts to drag his tongue over your messy center with a hum, doting on you with kitten licks that make you shiver. 

He cleans you up slowly and methodically, making sure to avoid your most sensitive area. Your body still thrums from your unexpected and intense orgasm, and his soft licks quickly become too much, even with how light and sweet he is being. 

You lift yourself away from his tongue, “S-steven…no more. It’s too much!” 

“You can do it again, darling…” He coos, trying to pull you back down onto his mouth. “Just one more. For me, please?” 

You're head is fuzzy as you steady yourself on top of him, gripping the headboard tightly to ground yourself from the lingering sparks of mind-numbing pleasure.

Steven groans as he watches you struggle to get a grip.

“C-can’t. It’s too much…” You get off of his face and sit next to him on the bed, squeezing your legs together to suppress the bout of overstimulation that almost overtook your senses.

You look down at him when one of his hands wraps around your thigh and squeezes, a simple act indulgence that drives you crazy. Your lips part as you take in the view. 

Puffy lips and glassy eyes, blown out with lust, meet your stare, begging you to climb back on, but you're still shaking where you sit. He's drenched in your slick from his chin to his neck and the collar of his shirt is soaked through, sticking sweetly to his chest.

Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants, to the prominent bulge that throbs under your gaze. He palms himself, whining lightly at the feeling of his neediness and desperation. He's so hard, begging for your touch without even saying a word.

“Okay, now it's your turn.”

His shakes his head, “No, I want more.”

“Steven…”

“Please, I want to taste more of you."

"But--" Your eyes dip down to his covered erection that you've been neglecting all night.

"Just...come back, we can do it at the same time if you want.” 

Your face heats at the implication. You don’t know why you’re so coy, you just came right above his fact. You've just never seen Steven like this: so insistent and hungry.

“S-sure, ok.”

You whimper when he eagerly tugs you closer, urging you to straddle his face again. Careful to not knock your knee into his cheek, you swing your leg back over his body, but this time you situate yourself so you can take care of him at the same time.

He immediately dives back in, tongue thrusting into your sensitive channel before you're even settled on top of him. You falter and almost collapse over him, hand grasping at the bottom of his shirt for support.

"Steven! Gentle, please!" You groan out, eyes already threatening to roll back as he continues to drink you in. He hums in response, but doesn't actually let up, if anything, he becomes more insatiable, suckling every stimulus point until you're shaking above him.

You struggle against your pleasure to pull his sweats down, freeing his cock from the restraining fabric. Your mouth waters as his tip weeps for you, spilling silky precum with every breath he takes.

You've always loved Steven's cock. How responsive it is when your breath ghosts over it and how it desperately throbs for you as you swallow around him. How perfectly it fits in your mouth and how deep it can fuck your throat when he allows himself to let go.

Sucking his cock was the furthest you allowed yourself to go. You convinced yourself that these one-sided interactions would keep you from revealing your feelings, that you could deal with the friends-with-benefits bit if you didn't have an actual 'relationship'.

So you deemed actual sex as too intimate and barred letting him touch you (you just weren't sure you could handle it).

But then one thing led to another...

You failed to reject his soft kisses and couldn't resist marking him up like he's yours. And now here you are barely able to handle it as he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping marks into your thighs as his nose nudges against your wet center.

You don't know if you could go back to just being friends when he's given you unfathomable pleasure. When he talked to you like this. Looked at you like this.

You're a mess and you're struggling to hold on to your original plan.

You try to block these thoughts from your mind as your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it gently just to get a reaction out of him. He groans against your cunt, movements stuttered as your touch distracts him away from his task.

You unconsciously sit up on your knees and lift your hips off of his mouth to get closer to his cock. Steven barely notices, too focused on holding his orgasm off as you diligently taste him, one lick at a time.

You drag your tongue up his shaft, licking the precum that slowly cascades over his silken skin. You feel his body quake as you lave and kitten lick against his tip, gently coaxing shortened breaths and whimpers with every touch.

You dip down to engulf him into your hot mouth, enjoying the slick feeling of his cock gliding easily against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

His hands frantically latch onto your upper thighs, unintentionally pulling you back onto his mouth as he squeezes at the softness, desperately attempting to control himself.

He has to actively keep his hips from snapping against your face, you just feel so sublime, so soft and hot.

Steven cries against your cunt when he reaches the back of your throat. He can't help it when he feels you struggle to swallow around him, so tight, wet, and hot. He's just so sensitive -- especially when it comes to you.

You keep laving your tongue against the underside of his cock as you suck him in, ignoring the your jaw begins to ache as you open wide for him.

"Uhh!" His stomach tenses under you and he twitches against your tongue.

He can't be cumming already...right?

Fingers grip into your hair and you're suddenly pushed down, forced to take him down your throat. You choke slightly, eyes watering, before letting yourself relax against him.

He's lost in pleasure, grinding and thrusting his cock into your mouth like it's your cunt, shoving it deeper than you're usually comfortable with and you let him.

Steven spurts warmth at the back of your throat. You try your best to swallow it down before it dribbles from your mouth and makes a mess. He whimpers as he fully lets go, thighs tense and trembling under your touch.

He's still cumming when he tugs you back onto his mouth, feverishly lapping through your center before taking your clit between his lips. You orgasm explosively as he avidly sucks you in, already half-way there from the mere feeling of him spilling in your mouth.

Even after he has emptied himself, he continues to gently fuck your face, not yet ready to leave your warmth. His hips stutter and his breaths become uneven but he ignores the overstimulation, too attached to this closeness, to this illusion of mutual affection.

He also continues to lick you clean, despite your whines of discomfort. He lovingly places gentle kisses against your inner thigh, wishing he could stay in this position forever.

He huffs out disappointedly when you climb off of him, even tries to lock his arms around your legs to keep you there, but you were adamant to get away from his insatiable mouth.

"One more?"

You gape at him, "Steven, we already did 'one more'." You shiver, suddenly cold without his body against yours. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so...horny before."

He looks at you sheepishly, "I dunno. I guess, once I got a taste I wanted more." He sits up, hand wiping your slick off his face. "How 'bout later?"

"You're already thinking about later?"

He nods, "I'm always thinking about you."

Your heart thumps painfully in your chest as blood heats your face. You try to ignore it. Try not to look directly at him. Try to pretend like he didn't just say that because he probably doesn't even understand the impact that his words have on you.

He's always thinking about your favors. That's it.

"Later, then."

[osachiyo]

Can i request Fyodor x shy fem reader but in her mind is full of sexual desires and thought that Fyodor didn't notice about it? , feel free to ignore I really love your writing Btw English isn't my first language if i misspelled or you not understand what i say , I'm sorry 😭💖

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- FAUX INNOCENCE ? -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

➺note! omg hi anon! Trust me, your english isn't too bad! I could understand everything perfectly, no need to apologise.I was so happy to see this request because this Russian rat man has me on a tight leash 😭 also I love this idea a lot, thanks for requesting!! ♡♡♡ MINORS DNI OR NIKOLAI WILL DRAG YOU INTO A ROOM FILLED WITH MANEATING MUTATED RATS AND BURN THE KEY.

Okay so first of all, you cannot hide anything from this man 😭 like it's almost impossible. Fyodor is great at reading people and he knows you're hiding something from him pretty early on in the relationship.

He honestly loved your shy personality. He found you absolutely adorable and just so so easy to manipulate.

He was a little shocked to find out some of the stuff you were into because you just seemed so shy and innocent?

But you, oh sweet you, being completely oblivious to the fact that he's catching on.

Trust me, he will slowly but surely notice your dirty mind. It isn't what he expected but it's alright, it amuses him a bit actually.

He'll catch you staring at his fingers as he's typing or writing something and biting your bottom lip. He'll say with a teasing grin, "just what are you thinking about, my little mouse?" Catching you off guard as you scramble to find an excuse.

But after dating for a while, as you slowly got more comfortable around him, he'd want you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him. You want his fingers? Ask for it. You want his mouth? Plead for it. You want his cock? Beg for it.

It slowly moves on to more frisky stuff as well...

You want him to wrap his hand around your throat? Ask nicely. You want him to tie you up and take you in front of Nikolai? Get down on your knees and beg him. Even though he has no intention of sharing you of course, he just wants to see you beg. He also revels in the sight of your disappointed and bashful look as he denies your idea of bringing Nikolai into your bedroom activities, even if it's just watching.

He will praise and reward you for being good, of course. A good pet deserves a good treat.

But if you disobey him and act like a brat? Hohoho... get ready for a long night.

He'd tie you up with a little vibrator or his fingers playing with your pussy as he makes you say all of your kinks to him.

He'd try them all out one by one, absolutely destroying your pathetic little pussy as you sob and wail :(

And if one of your kinks is orgasm denial.....good luck.

You have been tied to the bedpost for god knows how long, with intricate silk ribbons holding you in place, a tiny purple vibrator attached to your clit by your lover. You knew pissing Fyodor off wasn't a good idea but it wasn't your fault Nikolai basically forced you to! Now you were in this embarrassing position in front of the Russian man. Legs spread and tied back with the ribbons as he toyed with your sopping cunt with that god forsaken vibrator. But there was a catch. You couldn't cum. Every time you were close to your sweet, sweet orgasm the vibrator was abruptly turned off, making you cry out with fat tears running down your puffed out cheeks. Fyodor simply tutted, sneering at you with a wicked smirk as he turned the vibrator back on, overstimulating your swollen clit.

"Fuck, Fedya please! 'wanna cum so so so so bad, p-please!" You wailed out, trying to thrash around but the ribbons were holding you firmly on place. Drool was spilling out from the corners of your mouth as you wailed to your cruel lover, who merely tilted his head. "Dear, didn't you say you were into this? You told me you liked orgasm denial, did you not?" You wanted to strangle him but also wanted to get pounded by him at the same time. You groaned, tears still falling from your swollen eyes, "That's enough, please! N-no more.." You sniffled. Fyodor just smiled, turning the vibrator at it's full setting and watching you throw your head back with a squeal as your pussy gushed, spraying clear liquid all over the silk sheets, soaking them. You thanked him over and over again while chanting his name like a prayer, finally relieved to receive your orgasm. He let you ride out your orgasm before turning the vibrator off. He knelt close to you again, staring with mischievous eyes. "Now now, myshka, what else did you tell me you were into? I'd like to try it out. Tonight."

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[oddballwriter]

Here for smut requ!!

Steven having a crush on shy reader n they go on a date and Marc coaches him on what to say and do cuz Steven is a bit nervous and he knows she likes his hands and him praising her and stuff but he doesn’t know how to go about but Marc does 😼

So when they make it to his apartment the once so gentle Steven became rough and dominant.

PLEASE INCLUDE OVERSTIM DIRTY TALK AND THE USAGE OF “good girl” IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT.

Thank u and if u don’t end up doing it sorry for wasting ur time.

Just Go with It

Summary: A very nervous date leads to going over to Steven's place. The both of you are very shy but with the help of Marc, Steven manages to get something started by talking to you and pouring a cup of tea.

Warnings: I didn't actually make smut from this, I'm sorry, but there is talk about the reader having a thing for Steven's hands and being flustered by compliments and praise from Steven. It's kind of a fade to black depending on how you want to look at it. 

Author’s Snip: I know that Anon asked for smut but I just couldn't find it in me to actually write some smut, so I did my best to make it a fade to black instead Also it's not fully what Anon asked but I don't really like the trope of the system swapping without the reader knowing that there even is a system. So yeah. I hope this is good enough.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,574

Steven isn't usually nervous or scared when entering into his own flat, but right now his nerves are all in power drive. After a nice date with you, that he had to have Marc coach him through because he didn't really know what to say or do, Steven, on his own, asked if you wanted to come back to his flat to have some tea and talk some more. Something that he has no idea how he managed to courage up saying when waiting for the bill to come back. And when you said yes, he tried to keep his cool and excused himself to go to the restroom, thankfully empty, to make himself more nervous about the possibilities of what might happen now.

"Why are you freaking out, Steven? You managed to do that on your own." Marc questions in the reflection of the mirror. "Because I didn't mean to open up a bloody can of worms, Marc! I just meant that as in actually talking and having a cup of tea!" Steven exclaims as he hides his red face in his hands. "Okay? Then just do that, buddy." Marc answers. "But what if she thought that I was secretly asking to hook up with her and she expects me to make a move at some point?" Steven whines. "Well, in that case, I'm sure she'll have a tell once you're there and if that happens then just go with it if you want," Marc suggests, "It's not that hard." he comments. Steven cringes at that last statement, "It's not that hard for you, mate. But it is for me. I've never gotten intimate with a person before.".

Marc sighs. "Steven, listen. This is your date. You managed to do pretty well on your own with a few pointers from me. I can only help you so much. But if it comes to maybe getting laid tonight, I can't really help you. I'm willing to bet that you don't want me in your ear while you're getting it. If you want, I can tell you if she's giving signs that she wants to go all the way but after that, it's all on you." Marc explains, giving his alter an offer and some extra help in the situation. "If she doesn't show off anything then you guys can just have your tea and talk or whatever." Marc says. Steven looks towards Marc and nods before taking a deep breath and leaving the bathroom to head back to his flat with you.

So now with a kettle on the stove, you and Steven sit on his sofa. "Dinner was nice." you comment, attempting to break the silence in the flat. Steven nods, embarrassed at the idea that he let an awkward silence brew, "Yeah. I found the restaurant a while back, I needed to do something else around there and when I came across it I was like "Oh would you look at that", you know?" Steven rambles before realizing that he was rambling. He also realizes that he's been fidgeting with his hands and immediately stops and folds them when he sees you looking at them, giving a whispered 'sorry'.

"No no, it's fine. I fidget with my hands too." you say as you look back down at them. "They look nice," you mutter under your breath, "They are?" Steven questions. You realize what you've said and backtrack, "I mean, you know, they just look very well maintained. Guys hardly take care of their hands and they sometimes look kinda ugly." you explain.

"Do they really look that nice?" Steven asks as he holds his hands out for the both of you to get a better look at them. You shyly take one of them and feel the skin with your thumb "Yeah." you say, "They feel really soft actually." you remark as you give the one you're holding a little squeeze. Upon looking closer you ask "You file your nails?". Steven, who was caught up in the fact that you were holding and feeling his hands, and thus he was feeling yours, snaps out of it and answers "Yeah, I do. I bite at the edges of them sometimes and so I file them so that they look better.", "It also helps to keep them short so that dirt doesn't get under them." he adds. "Well, they look very well kept." you comment timidly.

Steven nods as a thank you before hearing a 'psst' nearby. He looks towards the source and finds Marc looking at him from the reflection of his TV. Steven gives him a 'what' look. "She likes your hands." Marc points out. "Yes, I know." Steven responds in his head with a slight I'm-not-dumb tone. "No, Steven. She really likes your hands." Marc objects, "Maybe she wants you to do something with them?" Marc prompts with a tone that reads 'if you know what I mean'. Steven thinks about it before he notices that you're still holding and slightly feeling up his hands.

Steven tries to think of something to say or do in this situation, realizing that this might be going faster than he thought it would, but the sound of the kettle starting to whistle steals his attention before he can. With a quiet "Excuse me." and pulling his hands away, Steven gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and grabs two mugs.

"Pour the tea in front of her. Give her a bit of a show." Marc suggests. "Shut up." Steven mumbles but freezes when you ask "Hm?" indicating that you slightly heard him, Steven recovers by saying "Sugar in your cup?" like he's repeating himself. You smile and say "Yes, a spoon, please." you request. Steven nods and pours a spoonful of sugar into your cup but takes the empty cups to the coffee table and actually does pour the tea in front of you like suggested.

Your eyes flicker between his hands that are on the kettle with a rag and Steven's face. You blush just a little, that would have gone unnoticed if Steven wasn't slightly expecting it. He pours his cup and walks back into the kitchen to leave the kettle. "I told you she'd like it." Marc says from the reflection of the kettle. Steven flashes him a look that radiates the words "Shut the hell up." before dropping it once he makes his way back to the sofa with you.

"You know I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. I was surprised when you asked me out to dinner." you say as you gently swish around the tea in your cup to help the sugar mix as it dissolves. Steven raises his eyebrows for a bit in surprise at hearing that, "How come?" he asks. "Well..." you stammer, "You're very smart and polite, and handsome. I thought that you would have had someone already. Most guys like you are hard to come by nowadays and most have partners already. So I figure that you also had somebody already." you explain. Steven blushes at being called such attractive things. "Well then you would be surprised that I was both scared to ask you out to dinner and shocked that you said yes." Steven says, "I would have thought that such a beautiful and smart woman like yourself would already have someone or at least have many men trying to ask you out all the time." Steven claims.

"Seems like you got lucky then." you giggle as you blush at the idea that Steven, the man that you've been crushing on for a long time, was saying that he expected to have competition when asking you out. In the meantime, Marc makes a suggestion, "Keep going, Steven, she seems to like it.". Steven nods and does his best to do that. "I mean it. I really do." Steven says, "You really are a rare one. I'm happy you agreed to go out with me.". You sigh and hide your burning red face, "Stop. I don't think I can handle getting any redder." you beg. Steven scoots towards you on the sofa and gently takes your hands away from your face so that he can see you. "I really like your face, in any color it may be in." Steven says as he looks into your eyes, now staring back at him.

A second passes by the two of you while you softly stare at each other, it feels longer, but in a pleasant way. Steven could feel that Marc was going to say something again, but he didn't want to hear it and just did what he figured he was going to suggest. He leans in more and kisses you on the lips, with you flinching just a little before kissing him back.

The kiss is gentle and sweet, but there is a little bit of something in it between the both of you. When Steven pulls away, he notices that your hand is placed on his shoulder with your thumb timidly placed on the base of his neck like you were originally going to keep him pulled in. Steven smiles a bit at the idea and looks towards you, but you are leaning in yourself and manage to press a kiss on his jaw. The soft kisses continue from there and Steven feels less nervous about things possibly going farther tonight and he can sense that you are too.

[mugeesworld]

Hello hellooooo. Feeling shy rn so I am on anon 😺. How are YOU doing? Hopefully well 😁. I see you’re asking for some requests so I have come with one! Preferably SFW, but suggestive is okay too, just nothing too nsfw pls 🥹. I’ve been kinda lost lately? Just feeling pretty bad and feeling like I don’t belong anywhere so I was wondering if you could write something about this with Fem!Reader x Zoro. It can be headcanons or a fic, whatever you feel inspired to write.

Basically reader just feels worthless to everyone. She’s part of their crew and feels lonely sometimes bc she can’t do anything right and just feels like a nuisance. So she starts acting more distant and not smiling as widely. Listens to Nami’s problems, but never tries to talk about her own problems. But Zoro notices it all. So how does he go about addressing the issue and comforting reader?

I hope this all makes sense 😭 feel free to make them lovers or just in the crushing stage? Idk, whatever feels right to you.

And if this doesn’t inspire you to write then you can also ignore this! Thank you 💗

Hi there! I'm doing fantastic lately! Thank you sm for asking♥︎ I'm sorry you're feeling like this right now! I love this idea sm! People always make Zoro sound like some heartless beast ya know. But I think since Zoro keeps to himself he definitely notices things other people would miss. And ofc I'll keep it's sfw! You sound like such a kind and gentle person. I hope whatever you're going through works out for the best! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Distant Crewmate Fem!Reader x Zoro ♥︎

!Sfw!

You are the most recent joined member of the Straw Hat pirates. Luffy asked you to join after seeing both your skill and your caring/gentle personality. He automatically knew you were someone he could rely on and wanted you on his crew!

Whenever the crew needed advice or someone to listen to them they knew they could ask you. Even if it was just a simple question. You always had the most realistic and helpful advice. Cause of all of that you are known as the strawhats strategist! The crew wouldn't have it any other way. Cause at times when Luffy would rush in with out a plan or if something went wrong you always kept your calm and figured out a plan!

Even though all of the crew liked you their is one member that definitely treated you different from the others. Zoro.

Zoro sees you as someone he wants to keep safe. Even though he would probably never admit that. He sees how hard you try. And even though you're not crazy strong like him and the other members physically. You are very strong mentally. And he looks up to you for that. Having such a big responsibility like yours is not a easy job. And he knows that. Having people rely on you whenever something bad would happen. Having to keep not only yourself calm but everyone around you. He doesn't know how you do it.

So since zoro is more on the quiet side and keeps to himself. He notices when you start becoming distant. Noticing how you are spacing out when people talk to you. How you seem to always be in a daze, stuck in your thoughts. And how you started to isolate yourself in your room. Sometimes even skipping meals. But always saying you're just tired.

How your smile he so dearly loved to see start to fade. He couldn't help but notice that....

This concerned zoro. But when he brought it up to the crew they didn't know what he was talking about and brushed it off. It's not like they don't care. You are just very good at hiding it. Zoro kept a eye on you at all times. Sometimes even falling asleep next to you on purpose so you wouldn't isolate yourself more.

But when it was yalls turn to keep watch one night he had to ask what was going on. Zoro knows he's not the best at comforting people. And that he tends to come off as dense but he truly wants to help you. He cares about your health.

So their you two are sitting beside each other. Waiting for night to pass. In silence. Not a awkward silence but a peaceful, comforting silence. He enjoys spending time with you like this. Sometimes stealing a glance every once in a while.

"Hey y/n can we....talk?"

You quickly pop your head up to look at him. "Of course zoro. I'll happily listen!" you try to say cheerfully but it comes out weak. Zoro takes a deep breath. "Well that's sorta what I wanted to talk about. I know you will listen but.... I want to listen to you this time."

He watches as your breath hitches and your eyes widden. You try to smile but he can still tell it's not the same. "What do you mean? I don't have anything to talk about..." you chuckle. Playing with your hands.

Zoro grabs your hands. Holding them in his. "I know I'm not as good as you at listening but I want to know what's going on y/n. Why are you acting so distant?" he looks up at you. Staring right into your eyes. Desperate for a answer.

You look away. Staring at yalls hands. "I just... I just feel like a nuisance. Like a burden. I'm not strong like you guys. And my last plan didn't go as I planned and-" you try to say, starting to feel panicked and overwhelmed. "Hey hey just slow down. It's ok. You are strong. Hell you're probably stronger then me honestly. I mean you're the only person I know that can come up with a plan so quickly. And you're not a nuisance y/n." he trails off rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb trying to calm you down.

You feel tears swell up in your eyes. "B-But I want to keep y'all safe and what happened last time nearly got y'all badly hurt...if y'all did get hurt I wouldn't be able to protect y'all well cause I'm not strong" you wipe your eyes with you palm.

"You do keep us safe. Your strategies keep us safe. Think about it this way. We keep you safe with physical strength and you keep us safe with mental strength. No one on this crew has both of those things y/n. Not as good as you at least. The only reason we nearly got hurt was cause WE messed up YOUR plan. That wasn't your fault. It was ours for being reckless."

"But what about-"

"Y/n listen! Their is no but. You are the best strategist. You are strong. You are important to this crew. If you think that was bad before then you don't want to know what would of happened if you didn't give us a plan to start with. Cause I can promise I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if you didn't give us that plan. If you want to get more strong physically I will train you but their is no reason to stress over it."

Zoro grabs your shoulders. "I don't want to see you like this anymore y/n. I miss your smile....."

He pulls you into a hug. Something you never thought you would experience. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him tightly.

"I care about you y/n....ill listen to you. I promise."

♥︎

This was my first ever request and comfort story so I hope you like it! Idk if I like it or not! I tried to stay in his character. Idk if I did to well on that tho😓 I tried to make his comfort seem more aggressive then usual comfort I guess. Well it's not like it cost money or anything! So if it's bad it's bad lol💀🤦‍♀️

Grammer mistakes probably happened a lot in this so I apologize!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

[maskedteaser]

rdr2 match-up please! (this seems fun, we'll see) i'm honestly the quiet type in general, i like listening to others instead of doing the talking, i like giving advice and making questions to keep them going, just kinda being by myself painting or listening to music (or both) in general, but if you give me time to get comfortable i can talk for hours if you let me i love animals, like a fuck-ton, like a 'will be emotionally distraught for the whole day if i accidentally step on a dogs paw' kinda shit LMAO same goes with people. when i love i LOVE with all my heart and so help me god i will do anything for you even if that means stitching you up with my own hair i can be a little clumsy...like, i have very little spacial awareness? so i tend to bump into things or slip on floors and stuff (it's not that big of a problem but yknow) uhh....i dont really know what else to say, tbh! i guess that i can be a bit too sarcastic and jokey at times, like if i get nervous i just make remarks about stuff and that i sometimes need a little help with things cuz. i'm just not very good at Being Human. that's all! thank you so much!

THIS IS FUN! I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT :) not PROOFREAD i'm SORRY for any MISTAKES!!! ALSO ANON - YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY IF YOU PREFER MALES, FEMALES OR BOTH...SO I'M SORRY IF I PICKED A WRONG PERSON FOR YOU :((

WHY I DIDN'T CHOOSE OTHER CHARACTERS! ! !

❝ i like listening to others instead of doing the talking, i like giving advice and making questions to keep them going ❞

You know who also prefers to listen and doesn't like to talk? CHARLES, so your conversations would be NON-EXISTENT probably, or would last around 2-3 minutes before one of you gets completely silent. Awkward silence...oops...

❝ i love animals, like a fuck-ton, like a 'will be emotionally distraught for the whole day if i accidentally step on a dogs paw' kinda shit LMAO ❞

And MICAH hates animals :) Micah kicks dogs and would probably laugh at you when you cry about it. But who likes Micah anyways? He's no good match for anyone on tumblr I am 99% sure of that.

AND NOW FOR A BIG RESULT

JAVIER ESCUELLA

You wouldn't have to do the talking because Javier would talk about his past and the missions he went to for hours, and after that - there would be no awkward silence between you since he could always pick up his guitar and play something for you :) I think that he'd also be really patient with you, making sure that you're comfortable, he wouldn't do any sudden moves on you to not scare you away. He's also a bit shy, but he'd try to hide it, acting like he's all confident etc. When he falls, he falls HARD, just like you. He'd probably get jealous easily so make sure to always tell him how you feel and that everything is okay - he is not ready to loose his family AGAIN. OKAY AND HEAR ME OUT! - You said you like painting while listening to music...So how about you painting something while he sits next to you and singing a cute spanish song just for you? :3

thank you for reading! signed TEASER 👽👽👽

[amysubmits]

Okay, so I don’t really know how to word this. My Dom (together 5+years) is very open to trying new things. And I want to do these things. But I am so shy. Like deathly shy. He has made it clear that he likes the things he wants me to do, but I can’t do it because of the shyness. I want to so bad. But I can’t bring myself to do it. And he’s been so patient. But I can tell it’s starting to frustrate him. He hasn’t done anything that constitutes red flag. He’s actually been very understanding. How do I get rid of this shyness? I want it gone. I want to be able to do things with him that we both like. And I don’t understand why I am having these shyness issues after all these years together… any advice or help is appreciated please.

Hey Anon,

Sorry it's taken me a few days to get to this, my week kinda got away from me.

I totally get where you're coming from, as I've had similar struggles myself in different ways.

I see two primary possibilities.

One is that you may need to work to grow trust still. If he's made you feel judged, criticized, or just not accepted, then he'll have to work to rebuild that trust.

The other is that he hasn't specifically made you feel uncomfortable at all, maybe you're even more comfortable being fully yourself with him than you are with anyone else in the world...but you still have personal insecurities that get in the way. I know in my own journey with kink there have been times where I was initially seeing myself as 'too shy' for something but in reality it was deeper. I thought I was just too shy, but I was actually really scared of exploring something that might bring me pleasure because part of me didn't feel I deserved pleasure. Or I thought I was just being shy, but on deeper introspection, I was worried that exploring some of my kinky interests would make me be or feel dirty, impure, bad. That I wasn't supposed to like the stuff I liked. I've also felt 'shy' to do things because I was afraid of 'failure'. We've talked about how we both like X, but what if I try to do X and I don't actually enjoy it? Won't I have let him down? Or what if we try X but we don't get very far with it the first time and it's a slow process to get to the end goal? Those are some internalized fears that I had, that I had to really dig deep to even realize were hiding under this 'shyness' feeling. In other words, shyness can have fear, shame, guilt, insecurity, etc hiding under it sometimes.

And if that's the case for you, if you can try to pinpoint what the deeper feeling is, then maybe it'll help you learn how to work with or around that feeling. For example, if you can figure out that you're worried about feeling dirty, then you can share that with your partner and do lots of verbal reassurance about how you aren't dirty. Or if you're afraid of 'failing' you can get reassurance by talking through how the goal isn't perfection, and how it's okay if you need to stop, or don't get very far on your first try, or if you don't end up even enjoying it IRL. That exploration is the goal.

I'm sure there are endless other possibilities. But in general, I'd just wonder if there's more than 'shyness' going on and if you can dig a little deeper and figure out how to move forward from there.

Best of luck to you!

[villain-sympathizer]

Hi! Can you possibly do something for Redestro & skeptic with a shy SO?

Fluff/smut. Go wild. 🥹

HELL YES i can anon 💕💕💕

i'll stick to fluff for now since i have more content ideas for that!

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[Contents: Mentions of social anxiety; Skeptic being a meanie butt at first but he becomes a softie]

»»—— ReDestro + Skeptic with a shy S/O ——««

He's so patient, despite what people would think considering his Quirk. He can never hide his irritation because his stress markings would give him away, regardless if he's still smiling and light hearted.

However, with his S/O, you'll never see his markings grow, even if they're purposefully trying to make him mad. Why? Because he loves them! I absolutely see one of his main love languages being acts of service, so no matter the task, it never bothers him.

If their shyness gets in the way of doing tasks, such as making a phone call or approaching someone for directions, he'll do it without hesitation. Eventually he'll start to do these things automatically, as if it were instinct.

If his S/O ever thinks of themself as a burden for needing so much help on basic social interactions, he'll remind them that he's absolutely more than willing and happy to do these things. Why? Because it's for them. The entire dynamic between them is basically just that quote from Euripedes by Anne Carson:

"Pylades: I'll take care of you. Orestes: It's rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it's you."

You bet your ass if anyone makes fun of his S/O's shyness, or does that bullshit 'Speak up, quit being shy/quiet', Rikiya is shutting them tf down in the most passive-aggressive business-like style. ESPECIALLY if it's a business partner, because I know damn well Rikiya is the kind of guy to bring his S/O everywhere. Hell, if it was rude enough, he would just drop ties with that person right then and there, all with a sweet little smile on his face.

Is willing to work with them to help improve their shyness! If they want, that is. Coming from my experience with social anxiety, it's insanely fuckin' tough to work through that, but it always helps to have people I'm comfortable with to be there with me incase I mess up. And that's exactly the role Rikiya will happily play if they want.

Absolutely will give quiet claps and praise whenever they accomplish something on their own. He's their personal cheerleader and will never stop being a personal cheerleader.

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Okay, it's obvious that Tomoyasu is totally the type of person to get fed up with people who are shy. The pauses, the stuttering, the rambling, the mumbling - they're all likely his biggest pet peeves.

However, that viewpoint changes the moment he finds himself attached to someone.

When he first met his S/O, he likely acted like how most assholes would with someone who was shy: "What? Speak up and cease your mumbling, you measly worm, I haven't got all day." Or "For the love of Destro, will you just get to the point already? And quit your stuttering, it's embarrassing."

But all that starts to change, slowly but surely, when he comes to like that person. Now it's: "Sorry, what was that? I was distracted." (He was not, but it likely makes them feel less guilty), "Louder please, [Name]." and "I'm not going to bite, [Name]. Now just tell me what it is you need to say."

It was shocking to the rest of the PLF, to say the least, to see Tomo grow kinder to someone. That was the obvious sign that he had some sort of feelings for them, because Tomo never changes, especially not for someone else.

One he and his S/O are together, it's an absolutely drastic change. While his words went from downright mean, to a little rude but considerate, now suddenly morphed to being completely soft and understanding towards them. It gave his subordinates whiplash from how his demeanor would instantly change the moment his S/O was involved.

"If I see even ONE more mistake from any of you brain-dead troglodytes, I'll be sure this weeks paycheck runs you into the fucking GROUND- Oh, hello dear, I'm glad to see you." Followed by a kiss to their head, and absolutely floored looks from his workers.

And like ReDestro, he'll go off on anyone who makes fun of his S/O's shyness, going absolutely feral with rage sometimes.

There was a time where Dabi was poking fun at them, saying how they'd be more enjoyable to be around if they were bolder and less quiet, and clearly making them uncomfortable and upset.

Oh, Tomo had an absolute fit when he walked in to that. He needed to be physically restrained by ReDestro's quirk, yelling and spitting like a rabid cat at the burnt man, who honestly seemed pretty unnerved at the raw power Tomo can channel when he wants to. It wasn't until his S/O stood between them that he even begun to calm down.

After that, no one attempted to make even a lighthearted joke about them, not even when neither of them were in the room. Tomo has cameras and mics everywhere, after all.

[riccismy-life]

reader asking if she can have one of misty’s (or ms thornhill) hoodies. soft soft stuff!!

Misty Quigley soft x fem! Reader

TW: justo too soft ❤

-English is not my first language,

I hope you like it anon!

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You were lying on your bed next to your girlfriend, Misty, your head resting pleasantly on her lap while the blonde's fingers caressed and tangled in your hair. Your look was one of pure admiration, Misty seemed to you one of the most beautiful women you had ever met and you didn't understand how she couldn't appreciate it.

Misty had always been somewhat shy and insecure about her image and her beauty, but you could spend hours whispering nice things in her ear or pointing out how beautiful she was while leaving wet kisses all over her body. gently from her You loved the nervous smile that formed on her lips when you told her how beautiful she was, the way her head lowered slightly in an attempt to hide her flushed cheeks, the way her dainty fingers moved to adjust her glasses shyly.

Misty was perfect and not many knew how to really appreciate it as the blonde deserved it.

"Misty..." you called her in a whisper then looked into her beautiful brown eyes, her attention was drawn to you to look at you carefully, her eyes were shining with joy when she heard your voice calling her, her eyelashes flickering softly for you.

"Yes, honey?" She asked you softly and you melted at her sweet tone, you loved how caring and fiercely overprotective she was of you and what you needed.

"I'm cold…can I have some of your sweatshirts?" you asked with hopeful eyes and she smiled slightly before letting out an amused little laugh.

"The one with the hood that you like so much, honey?" She asked you and you nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll go get her, okay?... don't go, I'll only take a few seconds" she informed you and you nodded silently.

Misty reached for your favorite piece of clothing of hers and grabbed it for you, letting out a laugh when you snatched it from her hands and put it on immediately, putting on the hood and adjusting the drawstrings of the hood to make it comforting. You enjoyed the scent of your girlfriend's perfume and you melted into the softness of the fabric, you loved wearing Misty's clothes, you liked the way she reminded you of her.

“Happy?” she asked you and you ran to hug her and she wrapped her arms around you.

"A lot" you said with a smile looking into her beautiful brown eyes as if your life depended on it "I love you, Misty" you spoke only the truth and she felt her heart warm with joy hearing you say that out loud.

"Really?" she asked, kissing you hopefully on the lips, she loved hearing you say those things, it was motivating for her since she had never truly known what love was, no one had ever loved her and shown their love like you did. you did.

"Yep, I really love you" you informed leaning in closer to feel her soft lips on hers.

"I love you too, honey" she took your cheeks in her hands and lowered your head slightly to kiss your forehead sweetly.

Misty was the best person there was for you, you loved her and she loved you.

[princelylove]

aaa i'm kinda shy to ask this, your highness-- may i ask for yan!Doppio & yan!Diego (seperate) comforting reader,, ngl i wanna hold them//be held by them TTvTT;;

i also hope you're doing well, your highness!

There's no need to be shy, anon. I only bite sometimes, and not very hard.

Doppio is surprisingly good at comforting his darling, considering his lack of general empathy. He may be a difficult man to read, but he does love you, regardless of what the man you’ve only heard the voice of says. 

He treats everything like it’s normal, so this whole “kidnapped a stranger” thing doesn’t seem as… overbearing. He gives you a lot of space in general, you could think of him as more of a forever roommate if you didn’t like him, but when you’re like this, he can’t help himself. Doppio’s calculated nature is often canceled out by how clumsy he is, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with taking care of you. As long as he can bring you what you need without zoning out. 

You might feel like a child being consoled by a parent. A toddler, specifically. Doppio only knows what works for him- and he comforts Diavolo in…. more morbid ways, so he assumes you like to be comforted in the same way he does. He doesn’t babytalk you, he just over-simplifies whatever the problem is, and offers you a distraction.

Diavolo babies him despite Doppio being more mature. How funny. When they were younger, Diavolo would steal books for Doppio to read in his hiding spot, so Doppio assumes that’s what you would like to do. He can’t do the voices as well as Diavolo can, but he’ll try his best.

If reading to you doesn’t work, Doppio assumes you’d prefer some quiet time. Which is fine! You can just sit there while he hugs you, and talks about whatever he’s thinking about- which is likely work, or if the dynamics between Passione members have changed... it's like your own personal reality tv show, in a way.

But if we’re being honest, he cheats. He can literally look in the future to see what route is going to get him the best results. Why guess when he can have the answer ready in a few seconds? 

“Heeey, it’s okay, come here. Tell me what happened, we can fix it.” 

Diego doesn’t see what could possibly be upsetting you so much that his mere presence isn’t your immediate salvation. Doesn’t the sight of his face fix all of your problems? No? Why not. Are you not in love with him. 

When you shove your face into his stomach, he’s at a loss for words. He knew you liked touching him, but he doesn’t like to be touched when he’s emotional, so… He just didn’t expect this. When Diego’s upset, he acts out, and requires either tons of space or total worship. It depends why he’s upset…

Diego rubs your back, and lightly plays with pieces of your hair, if he can. You may sob into him as much as you’d like, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon, and won’t move from this spot for as long as you need him. He might even shut up for once, depending on what’s upsetting you! 

If your cries are getting particularly bad, he forces your face up to look at him directly. He’s gentle as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, and, hey, this is probably the only time you’ve seen his mouth closed. It’s closed sometimes, sure, when he’s all grumpy and pretending you’re oh-so-annoying, but never just…. relaxed. He’s finally calm, and all it took was you sobbing your brains out. 

He can be charming when he wants to be- which is normally, but not lately. He’s gotten too comfortable ever since his stand developed to really care about manners, but he breaks out all of his smooth talking skills just for you. 

“Don’t make that face… It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

Funny enough he’s the same type to go “... Did you get it all out of your system?” if you stop crying without his assistance.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

you seem to be an avid sanzu enjoyer, and i'm still really curious about your harutaku hcs (please please please tell me anything you want i'm trying to get hooked so i can write this for you :3) so if they were, perhaps, in a different timeline, would their relationship change in any way or is this ship specifically for the bad toman timeline?

Yeps, you caught me, I love my lil pink gremlin a not at all normal amount 🙈

Write this for me? Are you writting a harutaku fic? 🥹 Thank you so much anon, we need to spread this ship around the world! 💜

(using his prettiness and fake angelic look for convincing everyone)

About HaruTaku in other timelines:

Tbh, I only pictured them in Bad Toman because is the only timeline when they could really interact, at least in the bad futures.

Buuuuut.... Final timeline!

Okay, here me out, in this timeline the dynamic will be totally different (healthier mostly xD)

Takemichi and Takuya were childhood friends and now Michi is friend with Mikey and probably Baji and Haruchiyo too, right? (clearly Haru was more difficult to open up with Takemichi bc he was so jealous xD)

So it will make sense that Takuya met the other 3 when they were all kids, Takemichi doing a "catch them all" with his friends/people he wants to save? Of course he will!

And what we know about lil Haru? That he was sweet and even kinda shy comparing to the others (ignoring the slashing Takeomi's face for a moment bc that was probably a extreme situation). Also weird and already a Mikey believer.

Is not difficult to imagine that even if he disliked Takemichi, it was different with Takuya. Because like Haru, Takuya wasn't thay bold as Baji and Mikey, he was more calm. Takuya was probably the one that noticed more when Haru felt like an outsider or didn't know how to fit in, bc Takuya felt the same way even more often.

It didn't took them a long time to start being friends and hanging out with each other. Don't take me wrong, Haru was still Mikey's fan, but it felt good to have a friend that saw him, that didn't expected him to be braver, happier. That never judged him for wanting to curl up and cry when things went wrong.

Without realizing, the others started to see this two as best friends 🤭

So yeah, they became teens and Haru started being more loud, more openly weird. He never did masking (metaphorically and literally) in this timeline! So... Weird loud Haruchiyo being kicked out of Toman meetings, hell yeah! He was wild and with no reasons to hide it or no one to "tame" him.

But with Takuya? Takuya balanced him somehow, his presence was soothing and calming, so Haru always felt comfortable. Ofc he was still weird, but he never felt the need to prove anything.

In the other hand, Takuya was still a people pleaser, ofc. But this time Haruchiyo got angry when people tried to take advantatge of that (yeah, he got angry at Takuya for allowing it sometimes too xD). Maybe that even helped Takuya to start standing for himself a little bit with a lot of time.

I'm having a mental image of Takuya actually standing up in a kamikaze way for deffending Haruchiyo of some idiots that were trying to annoy Takuya. Something on the lines of Takuya ignoring it when they were picking on him but snapping when they suddenly said something like "And where is the other faggot? The pink haired weirdo that always goes with you"

Because c'mon, no way this two going together all the time, being both so pretty and androginous didn't got homophobic comments more than once! Until everyone learned how dangerous it was to say this things infront of some one who had a katana, at least xD

Takuya learning how to stand up for himself a little bit more thanks to Haruchiyo. Haruchiyo learning how to not be so unhinged with his reactions and that slashing people wasn't justified in most cases thanks to Takuya 🥹

But also, Takuya knew Haruchiyo wasn't asking him to be some one else, that Haru enjoyed his company even if he wasn't a fighter or a confident person (Takuya comparing himself with the rest of Toman, poor baby 🥲). He knew Haruchiyo accepted him for who he was, that he was just worried about people treating him badly.

Obviously, as teens this wasn't that easy and Takuya got really insecure, specially when Toman was founded. Haruchiyo wasn't that shy anymore and he had friends that were also wild and trouble-makers, why would he want to still hang out with Takuya? What if when Haru got mad because he didn't defended himself it was actually that he was disappointed with Takuya for being so weak?

Teenage insecurities and misscomunication happening, yeeeey!

At some point they had a big fight about it with mostly Haru yelling and being a lil shit bc once more Takuya allowed some idiots to bully him. But surprise, Takuya end up yelling too, something in the lines of "I know I'm weak and boring comparing to the others, I know that! Is who I am, but you don't had to keep putting with me anymore, okay?" What made Haruchiyo snap of his rage and realize that Takuya understood it wrong. That Takuya was feeling what Haru always felt going with Mikey and Baji.

And they make peaces. And probably make out too 👀

Not sure when their friendship became something more, I would have to think about that, but the point is...

Childhood sweeathearts HaruTaku! 💜

That's all I got for now, but I'm loving this idea of them being more healthy and actually good for each other. Wholesome friends to lovers, yey! So I will probably keep thinking about them, who knows if another drabble would happen someday! 👀

(Also, in case some one wants to read the previous HaruTaku hc, here they are! With more contributions of a moot bc dae were so right with that 😌)

[rfaromance]

Hi! :D I just saw that your requests are open again (which is awesome!!) so I was wondering if I can request a (super weird but don't judge me XD) scenario where Ray finds me having a meltdown on my first night at Mint Eye (crying because of feeling overwhelmed) because I really hate new, unfamiliar places, new people, and of course, being kidnapped XDD

...I know it sounds so weird but it sort of makes sense in my head because I have to go away from home for a while really soon and entirely alone, which I've never done before and I'm just....really scared about it

I guess the Mint Eye thing sort of makes sense in that way because you didn't want to go but ended up being there anyway ??

...I don't even know what I'm saying XD

But it'd be so so nice if you could do a scenario where Ray finds me like, hiding under the duvet and blankets and sniffling because I don't wanna be too loud in my sobbing XDDD

And I know even though I'd be teary and totally freaking out on the first few nights there and Ray didn't really gain confidence until much later but

I'd just really love to get some (a lot of...) comfort from him

Like a hug even though he (both of us) are so timid and shy

Or even just a little whisper that I'll be okay

I'd

I'd be okay with anything;; :) XDD

Hi anon! Sorry this took me so long. I hope you're doing well, and I wish you luck on your new adventure!

In hindsight, you might have been a tad too hasty.

You laid on your back, sinking in the soft, fluffy pink duvet as if you were floating on a cloud. The large, elegant windows allowed plenty of natural light to pour in, illuminating the room in a warm, peachy glow as daytime dwindled into twilight. The velvet chairs and elegant paintings surrounding you, combined with the glittering chandelier and walls the color of April, made you feel as though you were royalty in a castle.

This room was your kingdom, and Ray promised himself to be your prince charming.

If that was the case, then why...

Why did your eyes sting and why was your throat choked with stress and strife?

The offer of free room and board in exchange for simply testing a video game was too tempting to resist. If Ray had specifically requested you, then that meant it was a task that was suited to you, right?

But his honey-sweet words and serene seafoam eyes could only keep you placated for so long. Now that you'd had time to be alone and truly think about your situation, you were terrified.

What kind of fool blindly takes an escort to an undisclosed location? By the request of a stranger, no less! Ray had set you up to live lavishly while you assisted him, but his insistence that you follow his script and stay confined to this floor (of how many, you had no clue, because you hadn't been permitted to remove the sleep mask until you were indoors) raised more questions than answers.

Ray was kind and charming, in his bashful way, but you didn't know him. He didn't know you.

You didn't know anyone here, and suddenly you felt hopelessly small, like a silly lamb who'd been rounded up by a wolf adorned in magenta wool.

That was the feeling that was overwhelming your senses, causing you to curse the orange and pink hues of sunset and to loathe the vast expanse of this picturesque room that felt painfully empty. Fear had taken a vice grip on your heart, and as you floundered to catch up with all of the details you could recall and all of the mistakes you'd made, your body found its release in the best way it could.

Tears.

You threw yourself under the layers of bedding until the light was finally blotted out. You needed silence and darkness if you were to calm yourself, but as you gasped for air between sobs, you found yourself heaving like a fish out of water. Every breath in this room felt thick, dangerous, suffocating. You hugged your knees into your chest, making no effort to wipe the saltwater or the snot dribbling all over your face. You were spending all your effort on keeping yourself conscious as your sobs became louder, your wails choppier, and your sniffles more frantic. You tried to grab a few layers of sheets in your hand to muffle your sobs, but the way that your entire body trembled with each cry, you couldn't be sure that the sound was any quieter.

You were absolutely terrified, and you had nobody to blame but yourself. You chose this, didn't you? What an idiot.

You were an idiot who was all alone on what you thought was cloud nine, but instead was a delusional mirage.

The last thing you wanted was to draw attention to yourself, as pathetic and vulnerable as you felt right now. So when you heard soft footsteps and saw light beginning to peek into your cave as your comforter was pulled back, you almost passed out from shock.

Cautiously pinching your blankets and gazing at you with minty blue eyes that pierced the darkness of the room, now only illuminated by starlight, was none other than Ray.

Was he angry? Disappointed? What would he do if you expressed your doubts? Would he resent you? You didn't even need to say a word; surely the sniveling, shivering mess in front of him would be enough for Ray to figure out your feelings.

He reached out with his other hand, and you winced as you braced for impact.

But all Ray did was simply pat you on the head, his gloved fingers gently stroking through your hair.

You couldn't see his face too well in the dark, but you could have sworn that his gentle smile looked... sorrowful.

"Does this help?" he murmured, and his hand stopped moving as he waited for your response. When you nodded in affirmation, he then resumed, stroking your head rhythmically. "May I ask..." He paused, as if uncertain how to proceed, or whether he should proceed at all.

Tentatively you crawled further out of the blankets, until you were sitting at the edge of the bed with the messy heap of duvet and sheets wrapped around you like a cloak. Ray lowered himself onto his knee in front of you, and with a pang of guilt you realized his eyes were fretful, not furious. Was he worried about you?

Could you be bold enough to assume he was worried about you?

"Change can be scary," he said suddenly, his voice light but strained. "The world is full of darkness and evil, of liars and traitors, and that makes change scary. You never know what to expect." He lifted his hand for a moment, but quickly he lowered it back by his side. "I want to be happy, to be free of pain. And..." His hand came up again, and this time he brought it towards you. It hovered above your knee for a moment, and you realized that he was quivering. "I want you to have peace and joy, as well. You deserve an eternal paradise."

He moved to take his hand away again, but before he could, you reached a hand towards him, grabbing his fingers before he could withdraw completely.

Even you were taken aback by that sudden, brash display, but... something about the way Ray spoke encouraged you. He made you want to believe in kindness, in wonder, in paradise.

"I'm scared," you confessed at last, hoping the tremors in your chest didn't reflect too heavily in your voice. "New situations overwhelm me. But... I'll do my best to help you." You slid your palm into his and gave his hand a firm squeeze. "I don't want to let you down."

Even in the faint light of only moon and stars, you could have sworn you saw a flash of crimson flush across Ray's pale cheeks. He smiled, more warmly this time, as he whispered,

"I promise you won't, my prince(ss)."

[takecareluv]

(2/2) May I please request Vinnie dating someone super shy and as introverted as him and when they're at parties he gets a bit clingy and protective (because he understands how invasive and overwhelming they can get) (and he also might use it as a bit of a reason to not have to talk a lot and be in everyone's insta story lol). Please and thank you

a.n. hi anon! i hope you like it! this is definitely me when it comes to parties so i really channeled my inner introvert writing this haha! also i love protective & clingy vinnie, he is so 🥺🥺. anyway love ya, enjoy <3

i got you baby || vinnie hacker x reader

after having been traveling abroad for the last several weeks, you and vinnie finally returned to sunny california. although you would miss paris dearly, and quite frankly wished you never had to say goodbye to the beautiful city, you were thrilled to be back in the comfort of your own home, your own room, and most importantly your bed. 

since a young age you were extremely introverted, and that did not change even with your presence on the internet that involved a lot of socializing and large events. so following multiple weeks in europe of doing just that, along with the extensive travel day you just experienced, you found yourself drained to say the least. you knew you were in desperate need of some alone time that would help to refuel your dying social battery. 

you had been so content cuddled up in your bed with hera and a mountain of pillows before vinnie walked into the room looking just as exhausted with the phone to his ear, and bursted your quiet little bubble. you couldn’t see who was on the other line, but you could tell from your boyfriend’s face that he was none too happy. 

“can't we do this another night?” you heard him question, “we just got back man.”

after a minute of the whoever was on the other end rambling away, vinnie finally agreed to whatever they were asking. “fine we’ll be there.” who’s we? you thought to yourself, because you didn’t plan on leaving this bed for the next week.

“okay.. yeah... alright bye.” he ended the call letting out a loud groan before falling next to you on the bed. 

“what's wrong, bub? who was that?” you asked, reaching out to run your hand through his hair in attempt to soothe him. 

“thomas. he said they're throwing a little get together for us tonight since we’re back and everyone misses us. i tried to get him to switch it to another day because i know you need some rest but he wouldn’t budge. apparently everything is already set in place.” 

you began to grow nervous at his words. you knew from past experiences that there was nothing little about a hype house “get together”. when you and vinnie were still living in the house, you often found yourself hiding away in your shared bedroom until the party quieted down. 

you were never big on partying in the first place, and with how crazy hype house, influencer parties typically got, they became your biggest nightmare. you wouldn’t mind it as much if it wasn’t for the cameras constantly being shoved in your face and the invasive questions being asked about your relationship with vinnie from other content creators, some of whom you’ve never even met, desperate for some clickbait. 

all you wanted to do at these parties was enjoy some down time with vinnie, talk to a couple real friends, and maybe even have a couple drinks if you were feeling it, nothing to overboard. but soon after moving to l.a. you realized that’s not what these parties were about. just like everything else in this city, it was all about content. in the back of your mind you knew this get together wasn’t about your and vinnie’s return, they just needed any old excuse to throw a party. and you, of course, had to be dragged into it. 

“i'm sorry, baby. i know this is the last you want to do tonight. but we can just go for a little bit, say hi, and then sneak out. i'm sure no one will even notice we’re gone. and then we can come back here and cuddle for the rest of the night. mkay, my love?” vinnie said, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

you only nodded in response, cuddling further into his chest trying to calm the anxious feeling growing inside of you. 

-- 

time seemed to go by rapidly that day, and before you knew it you had to start getting ready for the party you did not want to attend. with that being said, you only put on a faint bit of makeup, not even bothering to do anything with your hair once you got out of the shower, and put on an outfit that was more comfy than cute. not having the energy for anything more. i mean who were you trying to impress anyway? the only person who mattered was standing right next to you, and quite frankly he didn’t care if you wore a garbage bag tonight, he would think you looked as beautiful as ever. 

on the short ride over to the hype house, vinnie grabbed your hand, intertwining them and placing kisses to the back of it at every stop once he noticed how fidgety you were starting to get. soon enough you were pulling into the long driveway full of sports cars in every direction. when the car came to a complete stop vinnie got out first, jogging to the other side to open the door for you. once you were out, he swiftly interlaced your fingers once more and gave you a brief kiss. “i got you, baby. i'm not leaving your side tonight, okay? anytime you want to leave, you just let me know and we’ll be out that door.” he said with reassurance. 

you smiled at how caring he was over you, especially knowing he hated these parties just as much as you did. but he never let you see his nervousness. “thank you, vin. i guess let's go try to have some fun,” you laughed. 

-- 

the minute you walked into the house, you immediately became overwhelmed. everyone turned to face you, excited for the internet’s favorite couple’s arrival. “y/n! vinnie! you made it!” and just like that multiple people were rushing over to you both, asking questions about your recent trip and how your relationship was going, not without their phones and cameras ready to film for their instagram stories or next vlog.  

you were quick to squeeze vinnie’s hand, your anxiety heightening more and more with each moment that passed. he instantly knew what that meant and pulled you away from the growing crowd around you. “sorry guys, we’re just gonna go grab some drinks. we’ll be back.” he said with a smile. 

once you both made it to a more secluded area of the house, he turned to you. “sucks we don’t have my room to hide in right now.” he joked, which made you giggle. he was happy to see that smile back on your face, even just for a minute. “are you okay, sweetheart? i know that was kind of overwhelming.”

“i’m fine,” you tried to reassure, but did not sound so convincing. “really i am. as long as i have you by my side, i'm good. i promise.”

“well that's good to hear because i am not leaving you at all. you're gonna be sick of me by the end of the night.” he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“i could never get sick of you, my love.”

-- 

for the rest of the night, you took your usual position as a wallflower with vinnie clinging to your side, constantly checking to make sure you were okay. some people might have found it annoying, but you thought it was sweetest thing. it actually made you adore him more than you already did, if that was even possible. 

anytime someone would attempt to walk over to you two, he would promptly pull you in for a kiss so the person would get the memo not to bother you. after the first few times, you finally caught on to what he was doing. “vin, it’s okay. i can talk to people. you don't have to protect me from everyone.” 

“i know but i don't want to talk to them either.” 

this made you laugh. “you ready to head out, baby?”

“mhm. let’s go” he said while grabbing your hand to lead you out of the noisy and overcrowded house, sending anyone who bumped into you dirty looks.  

--

as soon as you arrived home, you made your way back into your room, crashing into the bed. 

vinnie walked in behind you. “take off your shirt, baby.” 

“what?” you responded, caught off guard by his blunt request. 

“no,” he realized what he said, “not in that way. i just mean i could tell you were tense the entire time at the party and i wanted to give you a massage so you can relax.” he babbled. 

“you really are the best boyfriend ever. thank you for protecting me tonight and always.” 

“that's what i’m here for. i love you, sweet girl. now c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

you giggled, “ yes sir.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.” 

[smallestapplin]

*slams hands on desk* OMEGA SUBMAS + LAVENTON because I'm a simp -chandelure anon

Ack!- okay okay! I’ll do general romantic headcanons.

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Him being an omega got a mixed reaction, on one hand it’s not surprising, until you see him in his work environment, then it’s confusing.

- But then his employees see him around you and it’s so obvious.

- Ingo, no matter what, is so sweet on you, his scent gives away how happy he is to be around you. You’re his alpha after all, you visiting him at work is the highlight of his day.

- Ingo is very self sufficient and independent, but then you barged in and he wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in blankets with you.

- He’s a very shy omega. He can never directly ask you to scent something for him, so he just places the item with your clothes, hoping it’ll smell like you by the end of the day. But you’re aware, you know, so you always grab it and thoroughly scent to for him.

- “You know you can just ask me, I’m more than happy to scent anything for you.”

- That only yields his face turning red and hiding his face in your chest while whining.

- You’re the only person he allows in his nest.

- Ingo is a very stressed out person in general, so he often makes stress nests to comfort himself. When you first saw it you almost walked right back out before he called out to you.

- He welcomed you in with open arms and a mumble asking for cuddles.

- He didn’t smell like he was in heat, she you climbed in and got cozy.

- Speaking of, he has a very mellow scent, smelling of rosemary, sandalwood, and the faintest hint of vanilla. Anytime he’s in your hold or you’re in his nest it’s all you can smell, and it’s so addicting.

- You normally don’t have to worry about anyone messing with him, Ingo is a very intimidating man if you don’t know him, his resting face always looks so mean. But when there is someone needing to be dealt with he fears for them, you aren’t very kind to people messing with your mate, and while Ingo loves it, please don’t harm anyone.

- His favorite spot to nuzzle up against his your neck near the mark he late on your scent gland, his bonding mark right there and your scent make him so relaxed and comfortable.

- Ingo is desperate to make you happy, you have to tell him that, just because he’s an omega that doesn’t mean he has to be one the world tells him to be. You love him for who he is, and you’ll support him in whatever.

- He feels so happy to have found a mate like you.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- This omega gets peoples attention for the wrong reasons.

- He doesn’t act like what most would expect an omega to behavior. His boarding feral nature and aggression make most back off.

- But his scent, is addicting, it’s a mix of honey, orange, and a faint hint of cinnamon. Most follow it, then see the smell is attached to one aggressive ‘I’ll tear your throat out’ omega.

- It’s funny to see the day and night difference between how he handles passengers, trainers, and his family.

- From aggressive to sweet in an instant.

- You especially, your omega is attached to your hip, nuzzling and scenting you every chance he gets. Emmet constantly coos over you and showers you with affection.

- Though he’s very demanding of your affection and you scenting his things.

- “Darling! Can you scent my coat for me?”

- “Magic word?”

- “You can’t do this to me, I’m baby.”

- You sigh and accept your fate, though it’s a very nice fate, he always switches places with his item in favor of you nuzzling again him.

- He is absolutely that one who has all the soft things, blankets, pillows, plushies, oh sweet almighty the plushies.

- He likes soft things and they are good for making a nest!

- Be warned, now that you’re in the picture, your stuff is going to go missing first before his stuff is ever touched.

- He’s a biter, he bites to show his affection when he is overwhelmed with it, and he always goes after your neck or wrists.

- You are a must at work! You’re at Gear station so often Ingo has actually offered you a job as ‘Emmet’s PR manager.’

- You’re still debating on if you should accept or not.

- As I said, he’s very demanding of your attention, Emmet can, will, and has gotten in between you and whoever you’re talking to, between you and your phone, you and a book. He just lays across you, demanding your attention and to be loved on, now give him kisses.

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💜Laventon💜

- He goes down in history as an amazing omega professor and the start of Pokémon knowledge. (At least that was being written down and tested.)

- Galar and Hisui are not kind times for an omega but he is determined. He loves science and learning about the creatures they all live by, so he will be damned if anything stops him from trying.

- Most potential mates in this era weren’t as open to an omega not staying at home, but that’s where you came in.

- A confused alpha that fell from the sky. Your scent was so unique, like nothing he ever smelt before, even as some of the smell fades overtime and leaves behind your natural scent, he can’t help but follow it.

- It was only a matter of time before you started courting. He is a Galarian gentleman! So the courting process was a little longer, especially with how often you’d be running around for his pokedex and calming nobles.

- You constantly scent his lab coat, and with how unique your scent is, everyone knows he’s the omega of the hero.

- You always tell everyone, however that ‘his name is Laventon and he’s an amazing professor, and you’ll do well putting respect on that.’

- Your protective nature over him makes him swoon every time.

- The first few nests he makes you’re not allowed in at all, he’s very nervous about letting you in. But he trusts you, he loves you, he’s bonded to you, so once he allows you in, please compliment it, he worked really hard making it perfect.

- Oh during your banishment he lost it, he tried putting on a front for you and his assistant. But the distressed scent he gave off was a dead give away, if he wasn’t wailing in his now empty home.

- Even more so when he wasn’t allowed to see you. Cyllene tried to scold the commander for it “it’s like you want him to die broken hearted.” But the commander paid her no mind.

- Once you were back, his usual lovely scent came back ten fold, the air filled with the smell of jasmine, lavender, and pine.

- And comforting smell you desperately missed.

- While he knows he doesn’t have to, he does follow into a househusband role.

- “My love, I made you lunch, be sure to eat up before the mission.”

- “Mm you make the best! Thank you my sweet, you’re too kind.”

- Oh how he soaks up all your praise and affection, he melts every time.

- He proudly wears your mark. Laventon is happy to be your mate, and wants nothing more than to be at your side.

[etcrow]

hullo!! if it's okay, can i ask for fluffy/romantic headcanons with belphie and simeon reacting to a fem! mc who's very shy about her artistic ability pls? ty!

Come un pittore

Genre: headcanons post, fluff, romantic

Characters: Shy artist Fem! MC x Simeon and Belphegor [not simultaneously]

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: none [all in english]

A/N: requested by @anon

Simeon

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Being a writer, he perfectly understands how she feels;

He would prepare tea comfort her when she has the artist block;

They would go around the human world or the Celestial Realm looking for the inspiration she needs;

He would motivate her by asking her to draw scenes inspired by his books to give her courage and more self-esteem towards herself and her works;

Hewould spend his evenings looking at her albums while she sleeps to admire her drawings;

"MC, would you like to make me a portrait?"

He would bribe little Luke to have MC portraits him;

Simeon hangs in his room a painting made by MC;

He would help her with paintings;

Simeon would pose for her. Also naked;

He would give her a lot of compliments;

He would like a family portrait with Luke;

He would post a photo of her on DG with the description "My beautiful artist";

He would kiss her hands to show her his appreciation;

He would try to paint or draw it, failing miserably;

His favorites are the drawings with Luke as a model.

Belphegor

···

Initially, Belphie would pretend not to be interested in her works;

"What are you painting?";

He would go out to shops with her to buy the material for her drawings;

Would sleep with his head on her legs while she paints or draws something;

MC has a sketch album full of drawings of Belphegor sleeping;

He would be jealous if MC drew or painted someone else;

"I'm the only one you can portray";

Belhpie would fall asleep while modeling for a portrait of himself;

He would dirty his face with tempera while sleeping with his face on the workbench;

He would steal some sketches and hide them under his bed;

His favorite designs are those of soft and fluffy pillows.

"Of course I like your paintings. You're great at it"

[littlegodzilla]

Omggg I'm so glad your requests are finally open 🥺 I've read you work in the past month and I have really really loved it so so much. The three of us is one of my favourites, the ending was so unexpected and Toying time is my favorite one shot!!

The request:- so the reader is a cinematography student and Norman (can he be a bad boy please) sees her first time on the set of Boondocks and she has this very shy innocent vibe and Norman begins to flirt with her and basically corrupts her😈 tries out all his kinks on her (lots of smut please 🤪) and she is also so deep in this relationship with Norman that slowly slowly she basically starts to do stuff for Norman (as in put his needs before her, basically changes her entire style and starts dressing up for him and just does everything to please him) and after the filming for Boondocks wraps up he leaves without a call or goodbye :(

Ik the ending is kinda eh but you can change it if you don't like this idea.

Please take my request 🤲🥺

also can the reader be 20 and Norman 10 years older than her, if that's comfortable with you ofc

Hi Anon!!

Okay, first of all, as I said, I'm so sorry it took me so long! But I would see that Murphy/Norman face and it was so hard for me to get started, because.... just look at him!

BUT I finally did it! I didn't specify ages, sorry, but I tried to cover everything you asked for and maybe I let my perverted mind fly a little bit....

Anyway I hope you like it, that you enjoy it and it's at least a little bit what you expected.

Thank you very much for the request!

My Good Girl.

Dark!NormanReedusxFemReader.

Warnings: Smut. Not Plot. Dom/Sub. Kink Size. Sparking. Choking. Blowjob. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Dark Norman. (I don't know if this can be called Dark Norman, but just in case I warn you all.)

Words: 4000.

Summary: You're obsessed with Norman, he knows it and he wants to play with you. But he has his own rules.

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Norman is exhausted, it's been a long day, they are finishing shooting The Boondock Saints movie and that night he went with Sean to celebrate, they had a few beers while he had dinner and then escaped to a bar to continue the party. Norman is not drunk, but he feels the happy bubbling of alcohol in his blood. He has to go to sleep, he has to get up early tomorrow morning to continue shooting the rest of the movie, but when he arrives at the trailer door to rest, a smile appears on his mouth.

He knows you are waiting for him. As he has asked you to do. You two met at the beginning of the film. You are a film student trainee and Norman immediately caught your attention. Those blue eyes and mischievous smile seemed to hide an innocence that was pure theater. At first you wanted to be professional and tried to ignore him, you dedicated yourself to your work as an intern, kept your distance because you were trying to be professional and maybe earn a place in the industry in the future, however the man's gaze was always on you and when your gazes coincided a kind and shy smile would form on his mouth.

Of course all that innocence was a mask to his true personality, Norman was a dominant and demanding man, with a marked game that he didn't mind putting into practice with you from day one, when you finally dared to confess, Norman had known it for a long time, his ego was imposing and he never missed a target.

"Do you like me?" he asked you with a crooked smile. "Good, get down on your knees and suck my cock." He ordered you staring at you, without a hint of teasing in his gaze.

Thus, little by little he absorbed your consciousness, dominating your will, making you dependent on him. Yet you still had a lot to learn.

When Norman opens the door of the trailer and finds you asleep on the couch his smile fades a little, but he relaxes a little. He's still molding you to his liking, but there's not long before the shooting is over and he feels a certain pity for you. He undoes the tie he's wearing and wraps it in his hand as he walks to the couch leaning towards you, his lips brushing your cheek causing you to sigh in your sleep.

"I'm back..." He whispers in your ear and you slowly wake up.

"Norman..." You open your eyes slowly seeing him watching you with tense serenity, his jaw slightly clenched.

"I thought you were waiting for me." He says matter-of-factly, without raising his tone, he dowsn't need to, hw knows that this game must have an absolute basis of trust and comfort from both of you despite how dominant he may be.

"S-sorry... it was late and I..." You don't know how to defend yourself, you know you have disobeyed and even if he forgives you or understands, there will be punishment.

Norman shushes you with a soft hiss that escapes between his lips and strokes your hair as you sit on the couch. He is gentle, his caresses reassure you, you know you can put yourself in his hands, that he will never really hurt you. You never thought that 'world' would be made for you, you had always been a submissive girl, but not to that extent, yet Norman had you in the palm of his hand from the first look you shared.

"I understand, the party with Sean ran a little long." He admits, it's his way of apologizing without actually doing it. "But I gave you an order..."

"I know, I'm sorry..." You repeat wanting to look away, but Norman holds your cheeks so you don't lower your head, to see his gaze turn dark and your body shudder. "Norman..."

"Get on your knees." He shushes you. You nod and when he releases you slide off the couch kneeling in front of him, you tremble nervously, your gaze pinned to the floor, now you know your every movement is controlled by him. "I'm going to take a shower." He doesn't need to add anything else, without moving you hear him walk away and lock himself in the bathroom of the caravan.

Your pulse unconsciously quickens, your body reacts to the sound of the shower water and you bite your lip, repositioning yourself into a more comfortable position. You know Norman must be exhausted, but he's not going to go to bed until he's finished with you. At that thought you feel your core slowly getting wetter and wetter.

Norman takes his time in the bathroom, not out of pure cleanliness, but to make you desperate, you need discipline, so he leaves you there on your knees longer than he actually spends under the shower. When he comes out a smile forms on his mouth as you are still in the same place, in the same position he has left you. He takes a deep breath focusing on his own role and leans against the door frame. He sees your body react, but you don't move, you wait for him to tell you what to do. Norman slowly approaches and his hand again strokes your hair, his fingers tangling through the strands of your hair, your skin crawls with goosebumps at the sensation, but you stifle a sigh of satisfaction.

"Good girl..." He whispers, your heart hammers harder inside your chest, you feel the urge to look at him, but you control yourself in time.

"Th-thank you, sir..." You whisper just as he does. Norman's smile widens, your words hitting straight into his cock, your soft, nervous voice winning out over his common sense.

"But remember, you disobeyed me..."

"I'm sorry... Are you angry, sir?" you ask with pure innocence and Norman's fingers twitch in your hair for a second.

"Disappointed." He speaks at last, his voice a deeper tone.

"I'm sorry, sir..." You repeat again and he hums in the affirmative.

"I know, but today your apology is not enough for me." Norman tugs lightly on your hair to make you look up. You swallow as you see the obvious bulge under the towel around his waist. "You're going to have to show me how sorry you are. Today has been a very good day, and I'd hate for it to be ruined now." He assures you and you shake your head.

"No, sir." You assure him before grabbing the towel and pulling it off slowly releasing his erection before your eyes.

His cock dances as the cloth disappears completely freeing it, he's not fully hard yet, but his size makes you salivate and your pussy squirts. You lick your lips circling his length with your hand, slowly jerking him up and down, not taking your eyes off his red head that pops up every time you stretch his skin, you feel it harden more against your palm and you are unable to stifle a sigh. Norman chuckles at the sight of your desperation, his fingers close over your hair guiding you to his cock.

"You're craving it, and you know I don't like to repeat myself, girl." He tells you once more and you moan low.

"Yes, sir." You whisper against his skin before sticking your tongue out and licking the tip.

Norman's legs tense up stifling his own urges, your tongue runs all over his size, making sure to lubricate it with your saliva, moving your hand still, you open your mouth and catch the tip of his cock, you lick and suck a little harder, the pre cum fluid squirts onto your tongue making you purr with pleasure, Norman gasps at the sensation and doesn't look away from you. It has always been a spectacle for him to watch you try to catch all of his cock in your mouth, never successfully, but he appreciates your effort. Your lips wrap around his hard, thick cock bobbing your head up and down, sucking, licking, moving your hand where you can't reach, striving to please him, wanting him to forget your punishment. But you know that's not going to happen. As he pleasure takes over Norman's body he moves his hips in time with your mouth, thrusting in a little deeper, his tip crashing against the beginning of your throat, you've learned to control the reflex and when you feel his hand lock tighter in your hair, you relax and let him fuck your mouth the way he really needs to.

"Oh fuck, girl, your mouth feels so good around my cock." He growls pinning his gaze on you, you can't see it, but you can feel it. He grunts as you purr against his cock, the vibration of your throat running up and down his length. "Shit..." He gasps voicelessly as he feels himself about to cum.

His hand clenches tighter on your head and he pushes deeper into your mouth. You close your eyes feeling a retch almost overpower you, but you control it as you feel his cum fill your mouth, trickling down your throat without resistance. The choking sensation scares you for a second, your nose almost brushes against his pubic hair, it's the first time you manage to take so much in your mouth and your lungs burn in search of oxygen that doesn't reach them properly. Your eyes fill with tears as you raise your eyes pleading for Norman to let go. The man doesn't move, his gaze connects with yours and there's a crooked smile on his mouth.

"Hang in there, sweetheart. We both know you're capable of it." He flatters you, but he moves a little, a minimal move to let your lungs fill enough. He only pulls his cock fully out of your mouth when it starts to go limp, several strands of cum and saliva slide from your mouth and chin to the floor, the air enters your body completely and you need a few seconds to compose yourself, you are shaking, and feel your throat burning, but your thighs are soaking wet and you feel your body extremely sensitive now. Norman holds your chin again and wipes the remnants of cum from your mouth with his thumb, you don't let him pull away too far, you open your mouth and clean his finger with your tongue, sucking on it, Norman's smile widens once again. "Such a good girl..." He whispers again. "But we've only just begun, haven't we? You remember I asked you to wait for me, and you haven't." Your body shudders, but you nod, again your gaze drops to the floor. "I can't hear you."

"Y-Yes, sir, I remember..."

"Good, and do you know what that means?"

"That I need a punishment..."

"Okay, take off your clothes, just leave your panties on." He orders you walking to the couch and sits there waiting for you to obey again.

Norman's patience has a very small limit when he is horny and has fully entered into his dominant personality, so you don't keep him waiting. Without looking at him you remove what little clothing you are wearing. You are actually wearing a short top with no bra and pajama shorts which you slide down your legs very slowly, you have turned around as you pull it down and it bends you over letting Norman see perfectly how wet your underwear is, you can hear him shifting on the couch knowing that the sight you are offering him is turning him on again. You walk slowly up to him, Norman spreads his legs a little apart and smacks his lap as his only command, you don't say anything either, you lay down on his legs and your ass is totally at his mercy. You get goose bumps as his hand caresses your buttocks slowly, reveling in it soft touch under his palm.

"Count for me." He says before his hand slaps your ass hard.

A gasp escapes your mouth at the sensation, but you do as he asks. He delivers several spanks to each of your buttocks, leaving them red, throbbing, hot. The last time his hand whips you your moan twists into a whimper, which makes Norman pause knowing you've reached your limit.

"Twenty..." You whisper in a breathy whisper, your whole body trembling on his legs. His fingers caress your skin again, but now the contact, though delicate, stings. Still you don't move, not wanting Norman to punish you again for refusing his touch.

You hiss and sigh as he leans in, his lips kissing your bruised buttocks, he purrs against your skin as his fingers slide under the fabric of your panties and your core is thoroughly wet, his fingertip sliding inside your unresisting pussy with a wet, obscene sound. You moan low wiggling your hips against his finger and his smile widens against the skin of your ass.

"Look at you, so desperate, do you need me so bad, girl?" he speaks to you, his free hand sliding up to your neck, pressing lightly into your flesh lifting you up, leaving you kneeling on the couch beside him, forcing you to look up at him. He leans you into him and his lips brush against yours, his tongue moistening them. "Tell me, do you need me that bad?"

"Y-yes, Norman... I need you." You gasp, closing your eyes, a tear escapes from them, but it is due to desperation and desire. The actor's gaze darkens dangerously he wants to tear you apart. He wants to ruin you. Turn you into a pleading mess.

His mouth collides against yours in a desperate kiss, his hand tightens a little tighter on your neck as his tongue bursts into your mouth controlling the kiss completely, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair. His mouth runs down your neck now, licking your skin, biting, tugging at it, leaving teeth marks, little bruises that he knows you won't manage to cover up in full view of your partners and he loves that. He kisses you again with intensity, his tongue running along the inside of your mouth. You moan when he breaks away biting your lip, sucking hard, leaving them red and swollen.

"My room." He says matter-of-factly. "Wait for me there." He orders you, you nod your head before rising from the couch walking slowly towards the end of the trailer, your reddened ass the last thing his gaze catches as you disappear down the hallway.

Norman takes a deep breath in looking for his self control, that's his game, he's the one in control, yet your submission and compliance to everything he asks of you is overtaking him by a second. He knows that all this game has a limit, when the filming of the movie is over he will go back home and you will not see each other again, however he has a strange feeling under his skin every time he thinks about it. He chews his lip several times as his gaze meets the cross he uses in the film as Murphy. His pupils dilate, he gets up from the couch picking up the object playing with the balls of the rosary between his fingers, he smiles again going to his room where you wait for him.

You are lying on his bed, with your legs open, offering yourself totally to him, you still haven't taken off the last garment that still covers your body, you know you must not do it until Norman tells you, or he does it himself, you look at him out of the corner of your eye biting your thumb nail, waiting for him to say something. Norman studies you intently from the doorway of his room, grunts leaving the cross on his neck and moves to the edge of the bed.

"Turn around." He orders you. "On your knees, get your ass up." You obey his every instruction, your face hidden against the pillow, your knees digging into the mattress, your ass raised, dancing in the air for him. Norman watches as your buttocks take on an increasingly reddish hue, he caresses them, leaves several kisses on your skin still warm to the touch of his lips and you hiss, it stings, but you can take it. "Arms above your head." He tells you again. "I don't want you touching yourself at any time."

"Y-Yes, sir." You stretch your arms above your head holding onto the headboard of the bed.

Norman kneeling behind you plays with the fabric of your panties, grips and pulls at them hearing you moan softly as the fabric digs into your swollen and needy clit. A crooked smile forms on his lips as his mouth fills with water.

"So wet always for me..." The tip of his tongue licks his lips and he leans down brushing your pussy with the tip of his nose, enveloping himself in your scent, his nails dig into your bruised skin making you cry out in pain, but he is no longer reached by your voice, totally immersed in his own desire.

His fingers catch the edges of your panties and tug at them until they are tangled around your knees. His tongue licks your pussy catching your taste completely, licks, runs his tongue up and down your slit, sucks on your clit and even squeezes it between his teeth, your moans echo in the room as your knuckles turn white as you grip the headboard of the bed tightly.

"Feels good, doesn't it, girl? You love it when I fuck you with my tongue." You can't move, that's been Norman's command and you're finding it very hard to obey every time his tongue slides over your core or slips inside your pussy.

"No... Norman, I'm... I'm so close..." You warn him, your voice cracking and your breathing quickening.

"No, not yet." He warns you and stops leaving you brushing against your ecstasy falling frustratingly. You gasp and groan against the pillow, but you know you can't protest. "I'm not done with you yet."

He pulls away from you as he lays you down on the bed and gets rid of your panties completely, before throwing them on the bedroom floor his nose buries itself in the fabric again and he grunts masturbating with them, marching them off with his own pre-cum. You gasp at the sight of him and spread your legs once more, you want to touch yourself, but hold back, your clit pulsing cruelly and painfully. Norman pulls your panties, crawling up to you, the cross of his neck brushes your skin, his cool touch giving you goose bumps. Norman turns you on your side and lies down behind you. Your leg wraps around his waist, your arm around his neck tangling back into his hair, his chest completely against your back, his hand guides his cock to your entrance, he slowly pushes himself until his tip is inside you. You both gasp at the sensation. Norman holds your leg now, pulling them further apart, looking for the right angle, his free hand grips your neck, squeezing, giving you a choking sensation, but you can handle it. You are pushed fully against his body and his hips move hard and all at once, burying all of his long, thick cock inside you. The position causes you to stretch and dilate in ways you've never felt before, his fat cock making his way inside you. The moan that escapes your mouth is one of pleasure and pain, your hand tightens on the wrist holding your neck, but he doesn't stop. Finding the perfect rhythm, he keeps ramming into you, his breathing quickening, his grunts and gasps falling heavy against your ear, his cock sinking deep inside you, making you moan in desperation, digging your nails into his hand as you feel your orgasm building again in your stomach.

Norman feels it too, your pussy clenching around his cock wanting to keep him inside as much as possible. A smile forms on his mouth as he pulls your head back a little further biting your cheek, you gasp and moan in frustration, his hips moving slower and slower until he stops inside you.

"No, no... please, please..." You beg desperately wanting to move against his cock, but his grip on your neck is firmer, dangerous and that scares you for a second.

"Not.Yet." He growls against your ear in a dark tone and you nod nervously.

Norman releases you, letting you breathe normally again, his cock slipping out of you as he settles in behind you, tossing your hair to the side as he tries to put his rosary on, but in that position it's tricky. You sit up to look at him and take the object and place it around your neck, the cross falls perfectly between your breasts, the spheres of the necklace feel cold against your skin, but you know Norman likes the way it looks on you as his pupils catch all the blue in his eyes. Norman says nothing, but pulls you down on top of him, he lines his cock up against your pussy and you sit on it again feeling it stretch you deep, finding a new pleasurable spot inside you that you never knew about. Norman grunts and holds you by the waist, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Come on, girl, ride me, show me how much you love my cock. Show me how much you want to cum." He tells you in a full rock voice and you moan.

Your hands rest on his legs letting him see your body completely, at first you move your hips slowly, in small circles, looking for the right rhythm, you see Norman tense his jaw and frown as the rhythm of your hips quickens, he doesn't want to miss the slightest detail even though the pleasure is intense for him too. His fingers clench tighter around your waist and help you move more urgently on him. You moan, throwing your head back and abandoning yourself to your own pleasure. Norman can't take his eyes off you, the cross bouncing and dancing on your skin as your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips offering him a show that pushes him to the edge of his limit. He groans through his teeth closing his eyes for a second, his fingers clawing at your skin, convinced he will leave a good mark on your hips, though he doesn't really care.

"Norman... Norman please..." Your voice catches his attention again and he sees the desperation in your eyes. "Please..."

"Cum, sweetheart." He gives you permission at last. "Cum on my cock, I want to feel you squeeze me and soak me." He growls in a hoarse voice and you can't hold it in any longer.

Your moan is loud and prolonged, you arch over him throwing your head back, you squeeze your tits with your arms absorbing the cross between them, your body trembles, your thighs jerk violently and you cum soaking his length, your pussy clenching and trapping his cock inside you, feeling your walls never stop vibrating around his cock. Norman has to make a real effort to control himself not to let go and not cum too. He catches you as your body feels exhausted on top of him, carefully pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed again. Face down he forces you to lift your hips again by getting next to you behind you. His cock rubs against your pussy which is still recovering from the spasms of your pleasure and he pushes himself inside you in one stroke once again. The new angle makes you both moan, your quivering insides receive it tightening in step with his intrusion, Norman groans through his teeth holding you by your waist and starts ramming hard and fast behind you. He knows he's on the edge and won't last long. The new position means that every time he thrusts, his cock accurately hits your g-spot making you moan and shudder, your mind clouded with pleasure, even feeling dizzy, but your hips react to his movement by following his rhythm and feeling a new orgasm bubble up in your stomach.

"Oh fuck..." It's the only warning he gives you, but you know he's going to cum, his cock trembles inside you, you clench tighter around him and his final thrust makes you see stars.

You cum again, clenching, jerking around his cock, Norman grunts and gasps, even feels slightly dizzy as he explodes inside you, his seed stretching your walls white, your insides quivering.

"Milk me, baby, that's it, let my cum fill you completely." He says in a raspy voice, trying to control his breathing. His body leans over yours, his arms braces against the bed to keep from dropping his whole body on top of yours, his breath hot against your ear. "Such a good girl..."

There are never too many words between you two after sex. Your encounter is over, any other time, Norman would leave or you would pick up your clothes and go, but Norman has a moment of weakness, as he would call it when he was conscious, and he traps you in his arms, covers you both with the sheets and presses you against his chest, his fingers playing with the rosary on your neck. You don't say anything, you let yourself do it and try your best to stay awake a little longer, treasuring in your mind the feeling of having Norman wrapped around you, his warmth enveloping you and rocking you to sleep.

You know you shouldn't hate him, or at least you have no real reason to hate him. Yes, he's played with you, yes, it's all over and he hasn't even waited to say goodbye to you. He has disappeared. He has broken your heart. You're crying like an idiot at home and you know the void he's left is going to be hard to fill. He's discovered a part of your soul that you didn't know about and you know that no other man will be able to satisfy you like he did. But you can't hate him. You were the one who became obsessed. You were the one who gave yourself hope with a man who showed no greater love for you than the sex you shared, for in front of others he still treated you as he always did, sometimes he was even cruel and contemptuous, you never cared because he always sought your body for his greatest and darkest desires and for you that was enough.

But now you are lost, in love with a man you know will never come back, wishing you could tear him from your mind, but you know your body will never forget his touch.

You graduate and finish college, the world of film, the one you have always loved, now opens before you to try to make your way in it, but the motivation that once enveloped you has disappeared. You say goodbye to your classmates and return to your small apartment. You will return home, you will heal your soul and when you are able to face that blue gaze again, you will return to that world you had loved so much.

You stop then at the door of your home. Your eyes widen and your heart beats only once, or so it seems to you. The door to your apartment is open, but that's not what scares you, on the doorknob, Murphy's rosary dances as if greeting you. With trembling hands you hold the object and caress it, you are not conscious, but you put it around your neck entering the house, you don't need to advance too far to discover Norman sitting on the sofa in your living room, his smile is tilted, his eyes look at you from the corner of his eye, their blue color pierces you as his pupils dilate. Your whole body trembles as he stands up and walks slowly towards you, you lower your head unable to hold his intense gaze.

"We meet again..." He whispers, his hand caresses your cheek. There are a lot of questions in your mind, burning on the tip of your tongue. "Did you miss me?"

"Y-yes, sir..."

"My good girl..."

And it all disappears from your mind. The doubts, the pain, the questions.

You don't need them. You don't want them.

You only need him.

THE END.

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