#precious worm ask

[merry-andrews]

Johnny/Kenshi but there never was a Mortal Kombat, Johnny just met him at one of his travels to Japan and now they're married, on a honeymoon. Soft morning with Kenshi kissing top of his head and caressing his body when Johnny lifts his head to ask why Kenshi keeps him around only to be answered; "darling, I wanted to have you all for myself like a cute little pet from the first time we met."

[lifemod17]

would still love you no matter what color worm you were ❤️🪱

Hey cool what if I cry right now? What then??

You're too kind to me Em ilysmmmm

Giving you a forehead smooch 😘😘😘😘

[mixingandmelting]

Heavy Blanket

Summary: You were cold and needed a blanket. He decides to be that blanket only to get too comfy and lay on top of you longer than needed

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You’re hot. Sweltering. Wheezing. Lungs close to collapsing. And no matter how many times you tell him, he won’t. Get. Off.

“Simon, please.” You gently nudge his shoulder, trying to get him to look at you. “I’m suffocating here.” 

He simply grunts, nuzzling his face into your chest as his arms tighten around your chest. You suppose it’s your fault, having told him that you were cold and not wanting to get off the couch to get a blanket. You just.. didn’t expect him to take it quite literally and provide you a heavy, weighted one (i.e., him). 

You sigh. Maybe you could push him off…? You glance down only to be reminded how massive he is, easily engulfing your being so that it looks like there’s simply a single person on the sofa. Hell, the only indication you’re even lying there is your head and arms poking out from underneath. No body, just ligaments. 

Yeah. It’s Not happening. As if sensing your disgruntlement, he lifts his head so his eyes would be looking into yours. For a moment the two of you stare, waging a wordless battle.

“…For a person called ghost, you’re so cheeky.”

He snorts, going back to comfortably resting his head on your chest.

“Only to you, love. Only to you.” 

Took the words right out of your mouth. 

Shaking your head in exasperation, you card your fingers through his hair. Welp. laundry is definitely not getting done today. 

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

“Johnny?”

“No.”

“Johnny.”

“No.”

“John Mactavish.”

That gets him to lift his head up. You try not to snort at the offended look he gives you, his eyes asking if you had seriously just used his full name over something like this. Instead, you take this chance to finally get some precious O2 in your lungs and enjoy weight being lifted off of you. Literally. 

You had forgot and now remembered his biceps are the size of your head when he props onto his elbows, bright blue eyes staring directly into yours. 

“Luvie, I’m not John Mactavish to you. Am I?” 

“No. But,” you shuffle to get around but he doesn’t budge. Dammit. “You are a furnace. Heavy, hard, and exuding only heat.” 

Instantly you regret saying that, recognizing the glint in his eyes. 

“Heavy and hard, aye?”  

One hand to cover your burning face, you use the other to smack his chest. You and your stupid mouth. Him and his stupid, smug, smirk. Chuckling, he moves and gets comfortable before snuggling you again. At least he’s being mindful this time, making sure you aren’t feeling as if you’re being flattened into a pancake. As for you, you nuzzle your face into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet. It’s going to take a while for you to function, the embarrassment still fresh and searing your soul. 

Kim Hong Jin "Horangi"

You swear you’re dating a giant cat, not a tiger. The ones that enjoy pushing a glass off the table while you’re looking and begging with your eyes not to. Smiling as some crying lady points at them over a salad. 

You’ve been shoving and pushing him by the shoulders, and so far you’ve successfully freed half of your upper body (more like that’s the only leeway he’s willing to give but you choose to ignore that).

“Hong Jin.” You pant between each word, exhausted and having much of your strength sapped out of you. “You need to let go.”

“싫은데?“ (Don’t want to?) 

…This man and his nerves. 

“No, seriously.” You nudge him, hoping it would get your message across. “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Just five more minutes.” His groan coming out muffled from him burying his face into your tummy. 

Five minutes ago he said that. Which was also what he said five minutes before that. Now you’re uncomfortable, feeling the half of you he’s holding onto sweat while the other feels chilly from the sudden loss of heat. Worst is how effortless it is for him to keep you still, lazily lying on top of you being enough to stop you from worming yourself out. Like sure, you do enjoy how well-built he is but not like this! 

Sucking a breath in, you go back trying to pry yourself off as he stays where he is, eyes closed and a grin plastered on his face. 

König 

A king-size mattress. That’s what he is. And certainly feels that way too with how he easily engulfs both you and the bed. 

“Konig.” You gently shake him, only for him to turn his head. 

You don’t know whether to laugh or cry though, at the moment, it would hurt if you do either. Every time you try calling him out or getting his attention, he’d turn his head where he’d lie on one cheek then flip to the other. He doesn’t even make a sound. No harrumphs, grunts, or a sigh. All of you wanted to do was go get ready since the two of you are supposed to meet with his friends. Now? Not happening. 

“We need to get ready. It’s already quarter past five.” 

He squeezes your waist in response, snuggling himself into you. Just like a petulant kid, thinking if he doesn’t say anything and pretends to not hear you, you would stop. You try to slip from being underneath him, not enjoying being the filling in the mattress sandwich. Unfortunately for you, fortunately for him, you give up in less than ten seconds realizing how much you’d have to go through to just get a hand out. 

You raise your hand to place it on his shoulder until he stops you by grabbing at the wrist. He drags and presses it against his cheek, making you feel stubbles under your fingertips. Biting your lip, you close your eyes and mentally count from ten. 

“You better text them we’re not going.” You grumble, cupping his face in your hands. 

“Already did.”

You shake your head. This man. 

[squipa]

the silver lining’s i’ll be there with you

aka hcs about jason, your loyal knight

———

knight!jason who spent years training, honing his abilities and fine tuning every sense so he could be the finest soldier in gotham’s army. he was a weapon, strong and disciplined, a hero in every battle. such intense dedication was why he was personally assigned with the position of your personal knight by the king.

knight!jason who had to fight to remember everything he had worked towards when he laid eyes on you. he was a warrior, forged in fire and steel. but around you? he couldn’t focus. your delicate form, your beauty, your ethereal glow. you who smiled at him like he was a man and not a soldier, who was kind and trusting and spoke to him so freely it made his heart flutter. you, who saw him as a friend, rather than a weapon. he had never been in love, nor had he imagined himself capable of it. he hadn’t realized how easy it had been for you to melt away his hard-shell exterior until you had already wormed your way into his heart.

knight!jason who had no idea how to react to his overwhelming feelings for you. despite your constant proximity to him, his heart couldn’t help but flutter whenever you looked to him with those bright, kind eyes. he couldn’t help the pink that dusted his cheeks (hence why he kept his helmet on as often as you would let him) when you would wipe the sleep from your eyes and ask him to hold you close and protect you from the nightmares that plagued your mind each night. he couldn’t help but turn into a flustered, babbling mess whenever he tried to speak to you, any eloquence he had gone out the window in the days he spent watching over you.

knight!jason who slowly became your best friend. who would stay up late into the night to speak with you, answering any questions you would ask him, for how could he deny you? he’d make sure to stay awake long after you fell asleep, watching over you like you were the most precious thing in the world (to him, you were).

knight!jason who had to conceal his rage when it was announced you were to be betrothed to some beastly prince. he couldn’t let you see how he shook in anger, the last thing he wanted was to frighten you. you did your best to conceal your sorrow, putting on a brave face and spewing nonsense about your duty, but jason heart broke with yours. you shouldn’t be burdened with such a fate, it killed him to see you suffer. he cursed his position, for how could a princess, a woman of such divinity and grace, ever love him back?

knight!jason who wiped your tears, who held you close, and who leaned in for a kiss that never seemed to end, one of such passion and fervor he knew he had found his true love. “i may not offer you title or wealth. i may not offer you stability, or power, or any of the luxuries i wish i could give you. perhaps i am not the man that you deserve. but all i am is my love for you, it burns in my heart and consumes my very being. i may only offer you my affections, true and eternal, and the promise that in my arms you will always be safe and adored.”

knight!jason who sweeps you off of your feet, assures you that you won’t have to worry about a thing, “i’ll take care of everything, my love.” he takes you in the night, holding you against his chest as you ride out of the kingdom on horseback. you settle in a village, and you are no longer a princess and he is no longer a knight, but a man and a woman in love.

———

i’ve been working on a bigger fic but i wanted to keep y’all fed… i wrote this extremely sleep deprived and burnt out </3 not my best work but i hope y’all enjoy!!

[guppybibi]

Price who lets his child cry in his arms while they rant about the incredibly hard homework their teacher gave to them (multiplication.)

Simon who suddenly becomes the world's best actor when his child asks him to join their tea party (happily drinks the cup of (tap water) tea his precious child made)

Kyle who carefully washes his child's hair after a long day of school (he isn't going to question why he found a worm and a lego brick in there)

John who teaches his child to 'fight' when he hears that they're getting bullied at school (he's been called to the office multiple times, is now trying to un-teach his child how to fight)

[astraloverflow]

He’s Just So Desperate…

Dom!Simon x F!Reader warnings and info: just straight up smut, praise praise praise, praise with degradation oh myyy, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, breeding, reader is SO hopeless for Simon but so so embarrassed at the same time :.), dub-con if you squint, no use of y/n The brain worms got me… Thinking about Simon and how he would react to his partner feeling oh so incredibly embarrassed about the faces they make in bed + his reaction when he’s in a sour mood coming home from deployment and needs some stress relief… He definitely wouldn’t put up with your shyness, not at all. Instead, he’d pull your hands aside and leave you a desperate mess until you’re sobbing for him… Oh god.. and he would EAT UP the way you cried. Gvsghhghsv. WC: 1762 (this was supposed to be a drabble, I got carried away...) MDNI

Simon was hardly ever aggressive with you. 

Although he was huge, and his size itself felt like a punishment when it was roughly kissing up against your cervix with each thrust, he wanted you to know, wanted you to feel, just how precious you were to him— how perfect you were for taking him so well. 

He would coo you with praise and kiss at your face, even as your eyes filled with tears at the overwhelming pleasure, juxtaposed by his harsh and deep strokes that worked in tandem to drive you over the edge.

You were always embarrassed when your eyes would well up, who could blame you, though? You’ve never been one to tear up during sex. But with him, it was different.

He was everything you’ve ever wanted and way too much all at the same time. 

The way his cock stretched you open, barely fitting when he would initially push into your tight cunt, the way his curved tip hit just the right spot over and over and over again, in a steady, but brutal pace, the way he would use one hand to push down on your lower abdomen, all the while using his thumb to gently circle your clit until you were seeing stars, begging for him to let up.

It was impossible not to whine and cry from how overstimulated he left you, especially after he had you falling apart for him three, four, and maybe five times all in one night.

Every time it would become too unbearable, too embarrassing, too good, your go-to would be to cover your face with your hands, trying to muffle your cries with your palms. But knowing Si, he would gently pry your hands away from your tear-stained face with a, “God baby, move your hands, please. Lemme see your face,” followed with a, “Fuckin’ gorgeous jus’ f’me, isn’t that right, love? So beautiful.”

He craved the luxury of seeing your expressions contort beneath him. 

Simon was hardly ever aggressive with you, but he had his moments.

One night, after a particularly intense deployment, and weeks away from his sweet sweet darling, he returned home with an insatiable craving, hungry, filled with desperation and an undertone of anger— unravelled in a way that only his missions could provoke out of him.

He was practically on you the second he walked into your apartment, shutting the door so quickly that you weren’t even able to greet him properly; it was a shame— you were quite excited to embrace him in a hug and ask him about his time away. It was only natural; you had missed him so much, wishing to spend time just in his company and catching up as you two usually did.

He, missing you just as much, maybe even more, had other plans.

He was quickly backing you into your shared bedroom with frantic kisses to your lips, muffling your protests. You had almost fallen backwards with every step, and you would have if not for his unrelenting hold on your hips, most definitely bruising your skin. It hurt, but your whimpers were swallowed up by his lips. You’ve never seen Simon like this before, and it scared you, only half as much as it excited you, though.

The second he pushed you down, and your body hit the bed with a force that made you bounce slightly, you had come to the realization that tonight, he would be anything but kind, anything but what you were used to. It gave you whiplash, the way he crawled onto you, tearing your bottoms off, along with your panties, leaning into your warmth, breathing in deeply before lapping at your heat like a starved man— he was usually slow, he usually took his time to admire the cute pair of lacy undergarments you decided to wear for him. Usually, but not tonight. Tonight, he would watch your back arch as you came undone on his tongue, begging him to slow down, feeling overstimulated beyond comprehension already. He would feel you trying to pull away, whining, sobbing, tugging at his short hair— but he wasn’t done. Not yet, not in the slightest. 

He wanted every last drop of your dripping pussy on his tongue for him to savour, “One more, love. You can take it, c’mon,” he’d say before circling your clit, vibrations of his laughter shaking you to your core.

He wanted you delirious, begging, desperate for his cock; he would refuse to split you open on his dick until you were sobbing beneath him, screaming his name like it was a mantra— and it was working. 

You two had a safe word, of course; Simon never wanted you to feel uncomfortable with him, that was probably his biggest fear— and although the word was ready to leave your lips at a moment's notice, a part of you revelled in how he was so adamant on making you feel good.

But you had your limits, and you were losing your patience, you had been pleading for him to stuff you full since the second your first orgasm washed over you, but he refused, “Oh baby. I know you can beg better than that. C’mon if you jus’ wanna cum on my tongue again, be honest with me, yeah?” He’d chuckle, mocking your efforts before relentlessly resuming his torment.

After the second orgasm he’d given you, you’re left shaking, legs ready to close, but his hands would hold them apart with a force that was sure to leave a print on the inside of your thighs the next day. 

A third, then a fourth.

He’d watch you cover up your face in pure ecstasy, begging and sobbing for him to fill your needy cunt. This made his heart skip, but you’d be so horribly mistaken if you thought covering your face would slide tonight, if you thought your little whines that he found so endearing would cause him to have any kind of mercy on you.

He‘d roughly catch your wrists in one hand and pull them away, “Cover your face again, n’ I’ll leave you here, drippin’, no cock f’you. Y’want that?”

Practically sobbing at this, shaking your head wildly, you’d beg him to fuck you open, more adamantly this time— to finally give you what you’ve been craving. A loud laugh would billow deep out of his chest at this, “You want me that bad, huh? You’re so desperate f’me to ruin you. Bet you want me ‘til you pass out, only so I can fuck you back to consciousness, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

At his words, your heart would jump, threatening to burst out of your chest, wetness would pool on the sheets below you, and you’d nod so eagerly, letting him know you were more than ready for him to wreck you. You sobbed and looked up at him with the saddest most pleading eyes he’d ever seen, and he’d feel his resolve break at this, “Fuckin’ hell, love,” he’d groan, “Can never say no to you, fuck, those eyes. Jus’ keep lookin’ at me like that, yeah? Don’t take ‘em off of me.” He’d cuss through his teeth, pulling his cock out of his unbearably tight cargo’s and boxers in once movement to slap against your clit, eliciting a sharp whine from you. He’d grin at this before slowly lining himself up with your slit, not before teasing your entrance until you sobbed again with distress, begging for him. After a moment, one that felt like it dragged on for way too long, you found him finally sinking in. 

The feeling almost made you cum on the spot, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper; you’re wailing, mewling, arching your back, left a whimpering mess (just how he likes it) by the time he’s buried himself into you, to the shaft. “Mhmm. Baby, so fuckin’ tight. Made ya’ cum so much already and you’re still as tight as a fuckin’ virgin,” he’d groan with a small huff. 

His pace, although it started off slow, was anything but nice, anything but kind— it was ruthless, full of so much desperation and so much pent-up rage. It took the breath straight out of your lungs with each thrust, almost winding you in the process. You’re barely able to make out any sentences, let alone process any thought other than him, and how good he felt rutting into you like an animal in heat. He’d lean down to your ear and curse the most foul things you’ve ever heard, “Such a gorgeous fuckin’ slut f’me, right?” He’d huff, growling into your ear, drawing out the words, “Been waitin’ to fuck this pussy for weeks. Have no idea how much I’ve missed you— fuck.”

He had his way with you in a way you had never felt before, and it was good, too good— you were addicted to the way he made you feel. 

With your eyes rolled back and mouth slightly open, hands desperately trying to grab onto his shoulders for any semblance of support, he’d chuckle, “So cock drunk f’me already? My good fuckin’ girl.”

His words spurred you on, and you knew they did for him, too, especially with the way he was grunting and groaning. 

It didn’t take very long for his pace to become sloppy and for his breath to start coming out raggedly. “Fuckin’ hell, take it, take it— god— so good f’me, so fuckin’ perfect, fuck— fuuuck,” he’d curse before his thrust suddenly staggered and he was emptying his hot thick load right inside of you. The tight knot building inside of your stomach would snap at this, and you’d convulse around him, walls squeezing him for every last drop of his seed. He’d continue to thrust into you, as deep as he could, helping you ride out your orgasm that ripped straight through you all the while pumping into you, your cunt swallowing up his cum hastily.

After catching his breath, watching you shakily try to catch your own, he’d slide himself out and watch the cum ooze out of you. It was a captivating sight, and it made him want to bury himself inside you again and again and again. But he could see the exhaustion on your face, and it made his heart swell, so instead, he’d put his forehead onto yours, holding your face in both his palms, thumbs brushing the side of your face with all the love in the world, wiping away the dried tears, “I missed you so much.”

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland characters when their lover jokingly asks, 'Would you still love me if I were a worm?'

NRC Third Years

Trey Clover

Trey is icing cupcakes when his lover hugs him from behind and asks, “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Trey doesn’t miss a beat. “Would you be a dessert worm or a garden worm?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well,” he says with a soft chuckle, “if you’re a dessert worm, you could help me taste-test chocolate.”

You laugh, and Trey smiles warmly, turning to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Either way,” he murmurs, “I’d keep you safe in a warm pocket. I’d still love you—worm or not.”

Cater Diamond

Cater gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “A worm?! Babe, why would you downgrade yourself like that?!”

He flips his camera to selfie mode with a grin. “Would I love you if you were a worm? Heck yeah. I’d still take aesthetic pics of you curled up on a tiny leaf, add some sparkly filters, and post them everywhere.”

You blink in surprise. “Really?”

“Totally,” he says, striking a pose and winking. “#WormGoals for life.”

Leona Kingsholar

They’re lounging under a tree, Leona half-asleep with his lover lying beside him. You whisper, “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Leona cracks one eye open. “…Why the hell would you want to be a worm?”

“Just answer the question.”

He grunts softly. “…Tch. Yeah. I’d put you in a nice planter and let you bask in the sun while I nap.”

Leona pulls you into his arms, his voice low and sure. “Even if you were a bug, you’d still be mine.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil stares, arching an elegant brow. “Darling, do you think I’m shallow?”

His lover smiles slyly and asks, “Would you?”

Vil smirks. “I’d design you a diamond-encrusted glass habitat and moisturize you with the finest mineral water.”

He sighs dramatically. “A worm, really?”

You grin teasingly. “You didn’t say no.”

Vil rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile. “Ugh. Fine. I’d still love you.”

Rook Hunt

His lover looked up at him with a playful smile and asked, “Mon chéri, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

Rook’s eyes sparkled as he grinned. “Mon amour~! A worm is but a humble being, yet you ask if my devotion would falter?!”

He spun dramatically. “Never. I would sing poetry to you in the garden and protect your squiggly body from hungry birds!”

Then he took your hand and kissed it gently. “Love is eternal.”

Idia Shroud

Idia’s curled up in his gaming chair. “A w-worm? Like… annelida class? You’d have no eyes or limbs…”

He spirals into a mild panic, stammering as his thoughts race. His lover’s soft laughter cuts through his anxiety.

“…I-I mean… I’d code you a tiny worm-sized VR headset and keep you safe in a USB tube… and… yeah…”

His cheeks flush a deep red, and he mumbles, “…I’d love you even if you were a slimy little slimeball or, uh, a worm or whatever.”

He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact but clearly meaning every word.

Malleus Draconia

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, his beloved asks gently, “Mal, my darling, would you still love me even if I were a worm?”

Malleus tilts his head thoughtfully. “A worm?”

A soft smile curls on his lips, amused yet tender. “Then I would protect you, my dear, as one protects a star—small, delicate, and infinitely precious.”

He leans in, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Of course I’d love you, no matter what form you take.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Ohhh, that’s a new one!” Lilia giggles, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You as a worm? I’d build you a tiny worm-sized guitar and serenade you every night. You’d be the cutest wriggler I’ve ever seen!”

He pokes your cheeks gently. “Yes, yes, yes! No matter what, you’d always be my favorite.”

Lilia grins, his playful energy filling the room. “Worm or not, you’ve got my heart—and my songs.”

I had fun writing this, lmao. It gives me motivation to finish the 2nd year and 1st year.

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[jefth3kilr]

Naruto boys and “would you love me if i was a worm?” 🪱🍃🎋

includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; Naruto; Sasuke; Neji; Lee; Kiba; Shino; Shikamaru; Gaara; Kankuro

warning: none, this is just a crack fic lmao (nsfw during jiraiya’s part tho, obvi)

Kakashi

“….sure….?”

i feel like he might more the trend because of his students telling him about it, like sakura or smth.

he’s a little lost but he promised to love through sickness and through health….so this would probably count as sickness LMAO

after you explain it’s a joke, he’ll definitely tease you about it. he’ll start calling you ‘his little worm.’ you hate it LMAO

Gai

“WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?!? ARE YOU TURNING INTO A WORM?”

i think he would take this WAYYY TOOOO seriously lmaoo.

like he would be reading all types of things to find a way to ‘reverse’ whatever jitsu that was put on you to turn you into a worm.

you explain it’s a joke, so he embarrassingly laughs it off.

but secretly…whenever he sees a worm he asks if it’s you LOL he’s still convinced you might become a worm one day

but trust he researched how to take care of worms, so that just incase, he could always take care of you

he’s a little stupid but he has the right idea

Jiraiya

“…..i wouldn’t be able to sleep with you then.”

of course that’s all he cares about….

he won’t understand the question, even if you explain to him that it’s a trend.

“my toads would eat you, my love.”

he’s a little stupid LMAO

Naruto

“Hmmmm….the real question is….would you love me if I was a worm?”

he makes it a competition of who would love who more if they were a worm lmao

“we would be able to eat ramen if we were worms?!?!” He panics over that; he could never survive without ramen!

but over all Naruto would definitely love you if you were a worm, he’s make u a little ecosystem in his room LMAO

Sasuke

“no…?”

he’s very confused. why would he love a worm? and why are you asking such an odd question?

after you explain it’s a silly trend, he still doesn’t quite understand it…but he might just give u a lil smirk or smth to show his ‘amusement’

later on, when you two are snuggling in bed, he’ll randomly ask you, “would you still love me if I was a worm?” which would make you laugh

if you say yes, he’ll secretly be all happy, but he won’t show it on the outside.

if you say no he would definitely sulk in a corner LMAO it would take a lot of convincing to get him to come back to bed and cuddle.

Neji

"A worm.....?"

He doesn't get it, he's still very confused.

Even after you explain it, he's still confused.

Like Sasuke, Neji didn't really get a fun childhood, so these kinds of jokes don't make sense to him.

But after he understands your joking, he'll try his best to entertain you and play along (he would do anything for you babe.)

Lee

“I WOULD LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT!”

your are the most precious thing to Lee, trust he would love you as a worm

he doesn’t think it’s a stupid question either, he doesn’t think anything you say is stupid (unless your talking down to yourself…)

From then on, Lee saves all the worms that get on the pavement when it rains. he gently puts them back into the grass and stops anyone from stepping on them. he’s a cutie

Kiba

"I would eat you!"

what a dumb ass, he can't take anything seriously (not like your question was very serious either...)

every time he sees a worm now, he'll pick it up and pretend to almost put it in his mouth and eat it. His way of flirting is being mean

Shino

"Of course I would."

Babes, Shino has bugs living inside of him, you being a worm would not freak him out at all.

He also doesn't understand the joke, so he would assume this is a genuine concern you had for your future together lmao. He would definitely start giving you worm things, like a pinch of soil every once in a while.

You find it odd, but he's showing you that he could easily care for you if your were a worm lmao

Shikamaru

"Stop asking me stupid questions."

Oh he's definitely getting the silent treatment for that....

He would apologize perfously tho lmao, and he would also promise that he would love you as a worm.

you annoy the hell out of him sometimes, but he still loves u dw

Gaara

“…..huh?”

very lost 😭 he doesn’t understand these trends, nor does he understand that you are in fact joking. He assumed you are being genuinely serious about turning into a worm

once you explain it’s a trend he will probably just say, “Yes…i would love you as a worm.”

he would feel really happy too if you tell him you’d love him as a worm (but he wouldn’t admit that)

i hc that gaara is actually a huge softie when he’s alone with u hehe

Kankuro

“Helllllll no.”

oh he’s sleeping on the couch for that.

he would laugh his ass off that your taking the joke this seriously.

Dw he’ll sculpt you a little worm after and give you it as an apology.

[alexthetrashyracoon]

“Simonnnnnnnn!”

“Siiiiiiiiimooooooon!”

“Come on you lazy ass…”

Oh how much Simon had to love you, to be waking up and not straight up murdering you for taking him from his precious sleep right now. “What is it, lovely?” He asked, still huddled under the blanket, eyes closed. He hadn’t budged.

“If I were …” You cut yourself up with a hiccup. Oh yeah, you had been out with your friends, you had probably one or two drinks too many. What weird question would come now? “If I were a worm…”

Oh yeah, okay, you were clearly drunk.

“I would love you, lovely, if you were a worm. Or a Swiss cheese. Or just an atom, even though that would be hard but I would still love you. Now, why don’t you get changed and…”

“Now you’re mad at me!” You complain and throw your pillow at his face, probably pouting so adorably like you always do.

Simon sat finally up and turned to meet your hazy gaze, you had trouble focusing on anything, always swaying and Simon decided enough is enough, helps you lay down and tugs the blanket over you, he makes sure you can’t move and accidentally hurt yourself. “Darling, I couldn’t be mad at you even if you…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence when he heard the snoring coming from your side. He grinned and shook his head and brushed a strand of hair from your face. “The hungover will be a nightmare tomorrow, love.”

He’s a good boyfriend and grabs you some aspirin and a bottle of water for the morning before slipping back into bed and falling asleep too.

(I am actually out of ideas on what to write atm, so sorry when I don’t post quite as often) (don’t even know why I’m apologizing, bad habit from bad old Twitter times I guess)

[snoopyhq]

Jealous viktor + reader 🙏

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ so with my best, my very best, i set you free

(i love laufey 🗣️ her cover of "i wish you love" with the icelandic orchestra? 2:49 of heaven)

type: viktor x reader

summary: headcanons and a drabble of jealous viktor. headcanons are pre-relationship, the drabble is the established relationship ✪ ꨄ︎

word count: 2415

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK I'M SO HONORED I'M SO EXCITED YIPPEE !!! will be working on the others whenever i have the time, but TRUST i am plotting and scheming <3 any other askers, feel free to drop by! i hope i did your request justice, dear anon.

It was unfair to you, and to him, in his most miserable moments of pure self-pity

Viktor envied those who were healthy. He wished he wasn't born with the circumstances he was dealt. He would trade anything to spend one day with a respiratory system that didn't choke him from the inside out every time he took a breath

He was jealous of you, initially, when you first met

You seemed to have it so easy

Easy laughter, easy conversation, easy friends. You had an established life, you were loved, and you held yourself together with such ease that he sometimes wonders how much you're really holding back

He feels bad for assuming you were dealing with awful problems. But it was very likely. I mean, who was truly that... happy? Well off? At ease with themself and their role in the world? He was probably projecting

And then you somehow, by all the miracles a human could possibly be granted, managed to worm your way into his life and secure yourself there too

Viktor vehemently rejected you at first. He was much like a stray cat. You just gotta continuously give them love on their own terms, and often times, it was slow, and that concept applied to Viktor too

It started with small things. Brief greetings where you called him by name

"Good morning, Viktor."

"Nice to see you here today, Viktor."

"Viktor, you have a good night ok? Get home safe."

Including him in conversations. Commentary about how you two just happened to be in the same place at the same time. The library, a cafe, randomly in the middle of a bustling street

You always had that breezy way of acknowledging things. What a nice coincidence. It was all genuine

You were pleased to be surprised by his presence

Wordlessly holding the door for him, even if you really didn't have to wait. But it was never a big deal, so

He pushed it away. Brushed it off, and tried to forget about it, but those little moments kept circling through his mind like an irritating tape he couldn't dislodge from the disc player, and turning the TV off wasn't doing shit when those scenes were basically burned onto the screen

Like the natural progression of the lunar cycle, Viktor found himself unconsciously expecting you in his life

He can't remember a time when you weren't

Your greetings, your little gestures of kindness, that skill of small talk that meant so, so much to him were cherished like an altar of worship

While he was in no way, shape, or form completely opening himself up to befriending any more people, he began to feel much more natural with you and others you gave your time to

Which brought him to his current bit of emotional turbulence

That prickling in his chest whenever he saw you with other people, giving them your precious words and quality time? Yeah, he shouldn't be feeling this

You were allowed to have other friends! You had people in your life before him, and it doesn't mean you consider him any less just because you spent a moment or two with someone else!

He would tighten his grip on his cane, those mantras feverishly chanting in his mind as he walked in circles, attempting to reign his emotions into a more rational state

He had no right to feel jealous like this, but he couldn't help it

Jayce was his only real companion before, and now that he was a council member, he had less time for Viktor. He had the city to nurture and shape, a big responsibility. The loneliness of the lab was barely a noticeable shift from before

Now, you arrived as if by careless chance, giving him another glimpse, another hit of company, and it was maddeningly cruel to have those doses be in such short time frames

He was given what he needed and wanted, but never fully

Accepting that reality was going to be harder than accepting you truly wishing to be around him, in all his sardonic glory, his blunt nature that had most other people walking away. Just not you

To grapple with this selfish desire was humiliating

He was fully aware of how innately human it all was. If only it were easier. Someday.

For now, he would wait and bask in all the attention and friendship you offered him so willingly

You stood in front of your mirror, going over your carefully put together look one last time. You wanted to look good, and having the outfit fall into place like how you planned it in your head always gave you an extra boost of happiness before you left the house. Straightening the collar of your top one last time, you were finally satisfied.

Viktor was waiting for you in the living room. He stood up when you finally appeared, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek and a murmured "You look enchanting, as always."

You laughed and hugged him.

"And you're dashing, as per usual."

With your arm linked through his, the two of you went on your way. He had planned the date tonight. The winding route led to the sparkling, five-tiered fountain that marked the center of the shopping fair. The flowing water sparkled and danced beneath the fairy lights strung through the evergreens surrounding the space, and orchestral music floated up from where the quintet performed.

You two often went here after a long, stressful week, dining at one of the outdoor tables and idly chatting before hitting a couple stores. Most of the time, it would be the bookshop, the local woodcarver, and then the bakery. You had made it a tradition to buy one another a sweet treat, and it was always a delight to see if your guesses of enjoyment would be met or not.

There was certainly not a lack of other people around you, many of whom were also hand in hand. The center was a popular spot for local students and couples to unwind and spend time together.

When you both had your fill of sights and perusing your respective comforts, you made your way back to the fountain. The musicians had struck up a lively waltz, and many were dancing along now. Both of you shared a look, and moved to join in, albeit towards the edge of the crowds.

Dancing with Viktor was one of your favorite activities. He moved with such assuredness and care for your space, making him all the more captivating in his graces. The respectful placement of his hand on your waist, never going too far and risking your discomfort in public, and never straying away lest he appeared bored, Viktor made sure you were his priority.

After the song concluded, you spun Viktor around slowly to the rhythm of the music drawing to a close, dipping him into a kiss during the final note.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, both from the exertion and from your affection.

"I'm going to grab a drink. We can head home after, if you'd like," you told him, head leaning on his shoulder as he walked with you back up the steps.

"That's perfectly fine. I can hold your bag while you do that."

Oh, Viktor. Ever the gentleman.

You went inside the establishment, and ordered yourself a shirley temple with sweet cream, fully planning to share with him. You knew he had a penchant for the more saccharine in terms of taste. While you waited to order, another patron joined you after placing their order.

"Busy place tonight, isn't it?" they commented.

You turned your attention to them, surprised a stranger was making conversation with you, but you didn't mind. All harmless small talk, after all. You would be leaving soon anyways when your order was finished, so why not pass the time with pleasantries?

"It's one of the most popular cafes around here," you replied. "Friday nights always means live music, so people love to flock here. I should know. I frequent here often." you finished with a smile, and received one in return.

They continued engaging you in conversation, and you soon realized it was taking a bit for your drink. A shirley temple wasn't complicated, and you were worried something was wrong. Maybe they were short-staffed tonight? Did an accident occur in the back?

"Are you worried about your drink?"

"No, not really. More so the workers here," you were honest. Some of them were fellow students you see at the academy, and others knew you as a regular, and you had grown quite fond of the staff as they were of you.

"That's a surprise. You're very sweet."

Their order quickly arrived, and they bid you farewell before departing into the night. You walked up to the counter, asking if everyone was ok. The barista reassured you, saying it was only going to take a little while, and that everything is alright now. Relieved, you went back to your perch.

Outside, Viktor was waiting anxiously. This was taking a lot longer than he had anticipated.

When someone emerged from the cafe, he was tempted to get up and ask them if they'd seen you in there.

Yes, my partner. About this tall, very beautiful eyes, a smile you can't miss. Have you seen...?

God. He was contemplating approaching a stranger just to inquire about you. Luckily (or was it?) for him, they must've sensed him sneaking glances at the cafe and at them, because they approached him cheerily.

"You look a little lost. Need some help?" they asked.

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just waiting for someone."

At that, they perked up.

"It wouldn't happen to be someone wearing the same colored blouse as your vest would it?"

Yes. It was. He confirmed it.

"That's perfect actually! I was just talking to them, and since you know them, do you think they would be interested in exchanging contact information with me? They were quite lovely company, and I wouldn't mind getting to know them better."

Viktor could feel his heart drop and the temperature in his soul rise several degrees. What was going on? Where were you? What had happened in those minutes that you were gone?

"I will... ask them," he attempted to keep his tone even. "Mind giving me your contact information to pass along?"

The stranger happily handed Viktor a piece of paper, their messy scrawl sending a sting of irritation through him. That penmanship was not worthy of you, and would certainly not compare to the intricate scripting of his own handwritten notes and letters to you.

When you finally rejoined him, you could tell immediately something was off. You questioned him about it, and he huffed, telling you not to worry about it as you walked home. He didn't even pay any mind to the bag that hung on your arm, too caught up in his insecurities and worries.

That stranger was so much like you. So approachable. Good conversationalist. He couldn't help but imagine a scenario of you two getting along a little too well, and that made something deep inside him hurt. Clearly, he wasn't as good as keeping his thoughts off his face as he believed, or you had simply gotten better at understanding him, because you promptly asked him again.

"Come on, Viktor. Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

"If you knew the full extent of what I'm thinking of, you wouldn't be so quick to call my mind beautiful," he grumbled tersely.

"You can't judge my reaction for me. Spill."

He bit the inside of his cheek. Finally, he confessed. It felt like ripping out stitches from his tongue.

"... someone at the coffee shop. They asked me if I knew you, and then asked if you would be interested in their contact information."

At that, you raised an incredulous eyebrow. Ah. You were blissfully oblivious of the jarring events.

"Viktor, I promise nothing is wrong. We were both waiting for our drinks, and they happened to be making small talk with me. That's all. I love you with my whole heart, and no one else can ever--will not ever--compare."

His heart fluttered. He knew that was the realistic truth, but it was nice to hear reassurance from you anyways.

"You mean it?" he asked.

"I mean it," you said sincerely.

Setting your bags and drink on the nearby bench, you swept him into your arms and twirled him around beneath the streetlight's warm glow.

"I love you," you declared, hands holding his face tightly. Your thumb brushed against the beauty mark above his lip. "And if you ever need reminders of that, you tell me immediately. I will literally drop everything and make sure your doubt disappears completely for as long as I can hold it back."

He gazed into your eyes, his own now slightly misted. Their glossiness reflected warmth and adoration as he took in your face. Seeing the conviction there did something to him. He didn't know what, but he found himself giving in to the urge to just close the distance and kiss you right then and there, open street be damned.

It began to snow. He only realized when he parted from you, the taste of your chapstick still lingering. He looked up, watching the delicate flakes be illuminated by the warm, golden glow. If there was a visualization for the love he felt, it would be that he decided. It all just built and built from all the little things, and filled him with such life it almost hurt.

"We should go home," he whispered, looking back at you.

"Oh yeah, we should. I was going to tell you!" you gasped, running back for your drink and the bag. "They gave me extra cakes and rolls. The last ones of the specialty desserts before their next seasonal delights, so we can share them." you beamed.

"Really? That's quite generous of them."

He wasn't surprised. You were just so damn lovable. He would give you all the baked goods you desired and more, if only for another smile from you directed at him. His fingers intertwined with yours, fondness consuming him as you chatted about the different flavors of the desserts, which ones you were most excited about, and which ones you think he'd like.

He had to agree with your assessments. A dark chocolate and orange mousse did sound quite appealing for him. He already knew he'd let you have the last bite, regardless.

"Oh, and Viktor?"

"Hmm?"

"You can throw away the contact. I don't need it."

I already have you.

[obsessedwhyyes]

The Fool

Summary: As you lie, nestled into Astarion’s chest, he considers his feelings - his damned, complicated feelings.

Alternatively, Astarion experiences all 5 stages of grief in 10 minutes.

Rating: T Word Count: 816 Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Content: First person Astarion POV, fluff and angst, rather a lot of angst actually, feelings denial, Astarion needs a hug, cuddling, Astarion's simple plan beginning to fall apart.

Want to hear this fic read aloud with absolutely pristine acting by the incredibly talented CurlyChops on AO3? Have a listen here!

A/N: You know when you’re lying in bed, unable to sleep until you write down that idea that’s managed to worm its way into your brain at unspeakable hours of the night? Here we have a slightly angsty drabble that decided to do just that! After the reception to the Gale first person POV, I wanted to try my hand at an Astarion POV. Hopefully you enjoy!

A fool lies in this tent.

Look at you, nestled into my side, sleeping peacefully against my chest as if a vampire’s embrace is the safest place in all the realms. Utterly ridiculous. So trusting, so… pliant. All according to plan, really. I set the trap - a few choice words here, a few lingering touches there - and you walked right into it. Just like I knew you would.

Just like all the others do.

Well, not quite like all the others. You actually believe there's something redeemable in me, don't you? How deliciously naïve.

Do you even realise what you've fallen for? What I am? A monster, a liar, a parasite. Oh, my dear, the fool you are.

Though I suppose your particular brand of foolishness has its… uses. Your blind faith in my redemption is almost charming.

No. Not charming. It’s pathetic. Pathetically predictable. It can’t be charming. Because, if it is, I’m no better than the fool I mock.

You shift slightly in your sleep, and I resist the urge to recoil. This charade - this playing at romance, at desire - it shouldn’t affect me so. I’m above this. I’ve spent centuries perfecting the art of manipulation, of taking what I need. It was supposed to be easy: charm you, bed you, and secure my safety. A means to an end. But as I lay here, with your warmth pressed against me, my chest begins to tighten. Not in fear or hunger, but in something… complicated.

Anger begins to burn at the back of my throat. Good. Anger is familiar. It’s safer, easier to control.

This is your fault, you know. No, worse - it’s mine. My fault that I have been reduced to this - a creature desperate enough to sell the only scraps of autonomy I have left. You think this closeness is love, don’t you? But it’s not. It’s survival. It has always been survival.

But then again… 

You’re not like the others at all, are you? Those who took without asking, without care. Your touch is… gentle. Always so damnably gentle. You’ve never grabbed, never demanded, never treated me like a thing to be used. With you, it hasn’t all been… bad. No, that’s not right - it’s been tolerable. Almost pleasant at times, really. Your touch doesn’t make my skin crawl; your voice doesn’t grate on my nerves. I tell myself it’s because you’re useful. That’s all this is. 

That’s all it can ever be.

If I were to tell you the truth, what would you do? If I were to push you away, would you stay? If I were to let you in, would you hurt me? These questions gnaw at me, demanding answers I don't have. 

Answers I don't want.

Even now, as you sleep, your fingers rest light as feathers on my chest. It’s maddening. Infuriating. How dare you? How dare you make this difficult? This was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to be simple. 

I could kill you right now, you know. One quick movement, and all these feelings would disappear with you. Never again would you look at me like I'm something precious, something worth saving, like I’m–

“... Astarion,” you mumble drearily in your sleep.

Hells.

I should leave. I should push you away, remind you that I am not something to hold on to.

But I don’t move. 

Instead, I stay. Because the truth, the awful, unbearable truth, is that I don’t want to lose this. The selfish man I am.

A sigh escapes me. 

It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted. 

Gods, what an absolute mess you’ve made of my carefully laid plans. I find myself watching you sleep, counting your breaths, fighting the urge to brush that strand of hair from your face.

When did this happen? When did I start to care whether you lived or died beyond your usefulness to me?

I hate this. I hate that you’ve made me feel anything at all, but more than that, I hate myself for not hating it more. The way you defend me, the way you’ve never once looked at me with disgust or fear… it’s terrifying.

You’re terrifying.

Yet I can't bear to give it away.

Your fingers curl into my shirt in your sleep, and I find myself pulling you closer despite every screaming instinct to push you away. Protecting you, as if I have any right to do so. As if I deserve the way you lean into my touch, trust in my words, believe in my capacity for - dare I say it - goodness. As if I deserve any of this.

The moonlight filtering through the tent catches on your sleeping face, and something inside me breaks. Or perhaps it's finally mending. I'm not sure I know the difference anymore.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, so soft I’m certain it won’t wake you. How poetic. How utterly absurd.

You, the fool, who dared to fall for me. 

And I, the greater fool for letting you.

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[thewitchblue]

"So, don't be mad."

Bruce heard behind him. Tim watched with wide-eyes as you spoke. He knew where this was headed, and he was trying to subtly tell you to turn around and shut up. Bruce will have a heart attack.

Bruce closed his eyes to mentally prepare for the worst before turning around and seeing exactly what he's supposed to be "not mad" about. You were holding a toddler. He blinked at the toddler in confusion, and she blinked back at him. She seemed equally confused about him as he was about her.

"Who...?"

Who's the other parent? Who is the toddler? Where did you get the toddler? Why did you get a toddler? What's going on? Bruce was baffled. He had so many questions that he knew he won't like the answers to. You said sheepishly,

"I may or may not have accidentally combined my DNA with Wally's, and now we have a child that we kind of had to adopt and that I forged legal documents for."

You actually had twins, but you didn't want to tell him that. His heart wouldn't be able to handle both of them.

Bruce, for what it's worth, managed to keep his cool. What did he expect when they gave the scientist kid all the ingredients needed to clone? Really, it's Bruce's fault for allowing you to keep the kit Dick gave you for your birthday. He should have known your creativity would've wormed its way into your far too curious brain.

The Flash family have already invited you into their family despite you somewhat accidentally cloning one of them. You actually hoped to have cloned Wonder Woman, not Wally, but you mixed up all the vials and picked one. Now you had two red-haired demons running around. Bruce asked in a baffled tone,

"How long did you wait to tell me?"

You really didn't want to answer that question. Bruce narrowed his eyes at you when you remained silent for a suspiciously long amount of time. You mumbled your answer, so he turned to Tim when you didn't speak any louder. You two are the closest. He'd know the answer. Tim raised his hands in surrender. He really didn't want to pick a side. You would start a war against him, and he's revealed a lot of information to you that he revealed to no one else. You were excellent at making his secrets impossible to uncover, and he'd hate for you to go digging for worse.

You walked away with your little girl in your arms. She's three years old and you've hid her from everybody for two of those years. The Flash family accepted them both without problem, but you had to hide it from Bruce until the Flash family could bond with your precious babies. If Bruce makes you put them up for adoption, the Flashes will happily adopt them.

You texted Wally to pick you both up, but Bruce was ready for a speedster to show up and countered Wally's speed by silently setting up a trap. It worked immediately to your dismay.

"Not so fast. I have questions."

Bruce said calmly with a stoic expression. His stoicism broke, however, when your baby boy slide in as well and rammed into Wally, giggling. Wally gave Bruce an awkward smile and held your boy in his lap, bouncing him nervously on his knee. Wally fidgets often when he's anxious and Batman makes him incredibly anxious.

You gave Bruce a worried smile. You didn't mean to make twins. They mutated like that. They multipled too fast to stop them and suddenly you couldn't. You had to separate the fetuses and incubate them faster than you could stop. You tried to smooth the glare on Bruce's face,

"Before you get mad, I didn't mean for this to happen. Well... I didn't mean for twins to happen. I very much meant to create a clone."

Wally lightly hit your shoulder to get you to stop rambling before you start. You don't need to reveal everything about your lives together.

Your relationship kind of just... happened. You didn't think Wally would be happy when he found out about your twins (by accident, of course), but he was surprisingly excited. Anybody else would have likely hated you, but Wally? He loved his little ones with his entire heart. He didn't even hesitate when he saw the speeding redheads. He knew they were his immediately, but he didn't know who until you tried to subtly call out their names in a low hiss. Where could they have gone? They could have been in France for all you knew!

You were horrified to see both of your troublemakers in Wally's arms. You didn't know how long you planned to hide them, but it was terrifying to see Wally look at you with raised eyebrows while holding his squirming twins.

"I would say I can explain, but I feel like the explanation would be worse than your guesses."

You had said as you attempted to take them back from Wally. Wally didn't want to hand them over, however, and actively evaded your reaching arms.

"Nuh-uh, not until I know how and why."

He said with a smirk. You groaned and rubbed your face in your empty hands. He's serious.

"Dick gave me a DNA kit as a joke and I thought, 'I wonder if I could make a clone like Conner,' so I got a DNA sample of everyone and mixed up all the vials."

You managed to snatch back your twins as Wally processed the information you gave him. He watched you coo over your toddlers and realised he wanted that. He wants to be with you, and he wants to be in his children's lives. He wants to play with his kids and put them in little Flash costumes. He wants to see your smile reflecting on their little faces and hear their mischievous giggles before they run to play in the Russian snow or chase each other like they have eternity together. He wants to see your warm eyes look at him every day and know he's the reason you have so much love in them. He wants this life. He wants to be a dad.

You had frowned in thought when Wally asked to be a part of your lives and told him he was the first to even know about the twins and you didn't really plan for them to ever know their dad.

"It's nothing personal. I hadn't considered telling anyone about them, truthfully."

You mused on the thought for seemingly forever to his superspeed thinking before finally accepting him into your lives.

You couldn't keep the relationship a secret in a family of detectives, but they wouldn't know to look if they didn't have a reason to look, so you kept the relationship silent. You introduced your kids to the Flash family long before you ever revealed your children to your own family. You told the kids to keep it quiet. You called it a family secret, and they took it as a challenge to keep everything hidden from the detectives.

"How old are they?"

Bruce asked with great exhaustion. You mumbled, but Wally answered with his running mouth,

"Three years in January."

You lightly touched his knee when it sped up in a silent way to tell him to slow down for the normal eye. Bruce's eyes unnerved Wally as they stared him down.

"To clarify, I missed three years of my grandchildren's lives. Why?"

You shrugged. You didn't know how to explain, so you simply didn't. Bruce is an intimidating man, and making him angry is like walking towards a tornado. You asked like you already knew the answer,

"Are you not angry?"

Okay, you have a point. He is furious, but not for the reasons you had feared. He was furious because it was kept from him, not because it happened. You said quickly when you noticed his subtle anger,

"You shouldn't have given me a DNA kit if you couldn't accept what I could do with it."

He shook his head in disbelief. That's your defence? He wasn't even the one to give it to you, so he didn't consent to your shenanigans. Dick should have known better than to give the scientist Wayne a DNA kit. In fact, he'll have to call Dick and yell at him later.

Tim was watching with a nervous gaze. He knew you had kids. He didn't know the other parent, nor did he anticipate it being Wally. It felt like a sitcom, and he couldn't change the channel. He couldn't believe it. Wally? Really?

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It's a good thing he likes the Flash family because he wouldn't be able to handle it if it was Hal's kid. You hesitated before asking quietly,

"Do you want to hold her?"

Bruce looked at his granddaughter, and he couldn't help but soften. His anger vanished in an instant. Her big beautiful eyes looked at him so innocently that he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and taking her from your arms.

You subtly helped your son and Wally out of Bruce's trap as Bruce fawns over your baby girl. Maybe he can get used to being a grandpa after all.

[ruesol]

ex convict sukuna x burnt out reader

summary: ending your arrangement.

cw: noncon kissing, violence, a little blood, manhandling (not the fun kind), depression, afab reader

He has you glued to his side like an ornament.

The last thing that you expected when you asked to meet Sukuna was to watch him bash a man’s skull in a club’s private room because he hadn’t paid his debt on time.

The janitor’s hand trembles as she sprays disinfectant on the mirror wall, pupils vibrating as the color gets darker.

Sukuna downs another swig of his beer, running his hand down your arm. “Your quiz go okay?”

The richness of his voice yanks you back to reality. Ending your arrangement wasn’t going to be easy. Especially after watching someone slide down the wall as they tried to clutch on to life.

“It was alright,” you mumbled, sinking further into his hold. It’s odd. You’ve never felt more terrified yet safe in your life. You’ve seen his body enough to know that if you took his jacket off, you’d see a scar right on the inside of his bicep that looks somewhat like a sea urchin. Or that he has stretch marks right where his shoulders end and his arms begin.

Or how his thighs flex when you sit on his lap.

But today is the end. No more Sukuna and no more of digging yourself into a hole. One meeting with Gojo was enough to make you realize that your life was too precious to be simply thrown away.

Your new outlook on life started with a single trash bag. Gojo had called you one morning to check in, only for you to miss it and send him a text at around four in the afternoon to apologize. Instead of replying to you, he drove straight to your apartment, helped you make your bed, and told you to start changing things up with one trash bag at a time.

It had been rotting in the corner of your room for weeks, filled with old tissues, instant noodle soup seasoning packets and what not.

Initially, you thought it was silly, but throwing that single bag away felt liberating. In a way, it’s like you’d reached first base camp of the mountain you were trying to climb. With tears brimming in your eyes, you helped Gojo clean up, thanking him with a hug and a tub of ice cream.

Sukuna knew something was up. It had been a week since you had cleaned up your apartment, changed your hair, and spoken to your advisor about reducing your work load.

And a week since you’d texted the very man who wanted to worm his way into your mind.

You push his hand off you (which was covered in a little bit of blood even after wiping it), and you stood up. The lines on Sukuna’s forehead grew deeper, his age and seniority over you suddenly becoming apparent.

“‘The fuck are you doing?” he snapped. You yank your hand away when he tries to grab your wrist. His breathing grows shallow when he realizes that for the first time in a while, you’re not letting him manhandle you and mold you into his pretend girlfriend.

“Taking a stand,” you bravely say. “I think we should end this.”

The words don’t make sense to him at first. He blinks at you a couple times before realization dawns on him, and he roughly runs the same hand he used to smash the guy’s head down his face.

“You’re fucking that albino shithead, aren’t you?”

You scoff at his assumption as you fold your arms. “That’s your conclusion?”

Sukuna immediately stands up, towering over you as he stares you down. “If you wanna fight and fuck then just say so. There’s no need to play games.”

“I’m not picking a fight. I want to end…whatever this is,” you say as you motion between you two. “I want to live.”

He knows what you mean. His eyes convey everything, but you know deep down that his heart won’t let you go. His face twists in a scowl before he throws his beer bottle across the room. He grabs your face, fingers so tight around your jaw that your cheeks hurt. You try to push him off, but his hulking form is too strong for you.

“Who do you think you are?”

Your hands flail under him, legs trying to find some balance, but he pushes you back on the sofa. You try to scramble away from him, but he climbs over you. “If you were going to get rid of me then why’d you talk to me at that party?”

Sukuna crashes his lips against yours tongue forcing your mouth open as he tastes you. “Why’d you let me fuck you? Let me know where you live and who your friends were?”

You cry into his mouth as his knees press onto your crotch. The cold sweat at the back of your neck reminded you that he was not someone to fool around with, but the way your pussy pulsed as he rubbed his knee against you, had you too light headed to think straight.

He harshly pulls away, your lipstick all around his mouth as he stares down at you. Your eyes are screwed shut as you wait for the inevitable.

He’ll part your legs. Take what he needs and probably throw you across the room just like his bottle.

But he backs away. The inside of your eyelids lighten when his shadow over you disappears. You peer at him as you slowly rest on your elbows, arms still trembling after what had just happened.

“Get out. If I see you again then I’ll make sure neither you nor your friends live.”

With salty skin, and dried tears, you wipe your mouth to wipe away his saliva, and rush out of the room.

[2tarbell]

can i just say that i love you?! you write trailerpark!rafe so well and i’ve waited so long to find a writer that created a work solely based on him! my obsession with trailerpark!rafe literally came from that short film drew did with rudy 😭😭

anyways i saw that you were looking for blurb ideas and honestly i can’t get trailerpark!rafe and reader doing cute domestic things together like going to the grocery store, washing the truck together, and maybe us seeing how rafe asked reader to move in with him and seeing his reaction to her adding her sweet touches to the place and making the trailer more homey for them.

thank u my love :C ur so sweet and i appreciate the message!!!! wrote something a little small just detailing rafe’s feelings about domestic stuff 💝 ENJOY!!!!

TRAILERPARK!RAFE who loves how reader has become his life.

he had watched her grow up beside him, neither family abundantly rich. but her chalk drawings of butterflies and hearts stretched along the path of her family home — the colors and softness always enraptured rafe, as well as the furrow of her brow when she yelled at him for killing some little bug. then she turned from a little girl with dirt on her cheeks into a mature woman with curves and determination she definitely didn’t have before.

he was sixteen when he fell in with love her, with her soul.

so he asked her to move in with him on their six month anniversary, all bashful and unsure in the way only she could make him. he was nervous about asking her to just come over, yet alone move in with him in such a shitty little trailer; void of decoration and love. he had always wanted to be more for her, for them. this precious woman that wormed her way into his heart since the moment they met at twelve.

it was cute, the way he was avoiding looking as he drove. she could see his ears turning a bit red, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. he’d been on edge the entire evening — shifty eyes and shaky hands so unlike the man she had come to know and love so dearly.

it all made sense when he spoke lowly, eyes still on the road ahead:

“so, uh... whaddaya— ahem… was thinkin’ ‘bout you maybe — uh — movin’ in?”

“you— you want me to?”

rafe couldn’t imagine anything better. so he nodded. and so did she.

the drive continued with her head on his shoulder, both biting back cheesy smiles at the next step they’d decided to take. rafe brought her hand to lips, pressing a long kiss to her knuckles — his fears of being not enough were washed away as his place eventually became their place.

there she was that very weekend, all tender and sweet and telling him where to put her stuff amongst his. he sees her in the furniture they picked, the flowers on the kitchen table, the pictures of them on the walls, in the very foundation of the trailer.

(then of course they fucked on every surface available, ‘christening’ the space.)

her hands soothing and gentle on his arms when he comes home to her. rafe never was good at being gentle like she is — he thinks loveliness lives in her bones as she kisses his cheek and mumbles something about dinner that she made him.

but it was the first night after they moved in together, he saw her in the bathroom preparing for bed and felt all air leave him. he can’t imagine a life without her in it. doesn’t want to even entertain the idea. the thought of a place without her burns in his mind — searing and almost painful. he can’t believe there was a time when she wasn’t his.

[2-dsimp]

the way im insane for danny i need him to dominate me AND dominated him so bad . is he a degen.... does he like praise or degradation or both ;3 GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY THE IDEA OF..... danny in puppy ears w a collar or us in them for him ☹️☹️☹️ im frothing at the mouth

Nsfw MDNI gn reader! Slight mention of pet play, degradation

Yandere Otaku! Who asked you to give him some time to catch up on his light novels that just came out. And being the precious gem you were, you opted to wait head nestled into his lap. Like a needy thing waiting for its owner to give them attention.

Danny could barely focus without peeking down at you fondly from time to time. His hands were gently patting at your head while he was reading through his manga books.

Everything was fine until you decided to be a fucking tease. He bit his lip, barely restraining his hips from humping into your open mouth which hovered teasingly over his bluge.

He’s not one for disciplining you, usually he’d spoil you rotten, worship the ground you walked upon, act like a damn fool for you.

But Gods did he want to grab you by that furry eared head band force you to choke on his dick.

Not unprovoked of course! Danny’s been waiting on the new manga series he grew obsessed with to drop for weeks. Today was the day he finally got his hands on a hard copy.

And he couldn’t have you acting like a desperate slut, preventing him from being fully immersed.

Not when he needed to find out what happened in the next chapter of “I transmigrated into a worm, maxed out my charisma stats to level 99, now everyone’s in love with me???”

Fuck, he had no choice but to correct you, and make you reflect on your actions for being such a bad girl. Distracting him from one of his sole luxuries in life.

Damnit he told you to give him some time. You knew how much he was looking forward to this and you just had to ruin it (in questionably the best way possible)

“You just couldn’t wait huh? You think you can do whatever you want just because I’ve spoiled you rotten? Oh, I’mma give you something alright…” With a sigh he tugged upon the leash connected to the collar he placed upon your neck.

Making you jerk your head upwards to match his heated sleep deprived gaze of fondness and slight annoyance. “A nice hard bone lodged in your throat all damn night. Yeah, You’re going to sit there and be my little cockwarmer while I read.”

With you situated between his legs wearing a damned collar with his name on it along with signature puppy ears. The sight drove him absolutely wild with need. Till he couldn’t take it anymore. Unzipping his fly his shaft popped out smearing pre against your plump lips. “Open wide baby, and savor your treat like a good bitch.”

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland characters when their lover jokingly asks, 'Would you still love me if I were a worm?'

NRC First Years

Ace Trappola

You nudge him playfully while lounging beside him.

“Hey babe, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

He stares at you for a long moment, then breaks into a smug grin.

"A worm, huh? Like... all slimy and squiggly? That’s what you’re going with?"

He leans back, arms behind his head, clearly enjoying the absurdity.

"I mean, you’d probably still find a way to be annoying even as a worm, (m/n). But yeah, I’d carry you around in one of those little matchboxes or something. Show you off like, ‘Look at my weird little worm boyfriend. He’s got charm.’"

He chuckles, then adds more softly,

"I guess if it’s you, I’d love you no matter what form you’re in... even if you were a gross bug."

Deuce Spade

You look over at him suddenly while studying.

“Deuceee, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

His eyes widen and he immediately gets serious.

"W-Wait, (m/n), are you okay? Why would you be a worm?"

You have to laugh and explain it’s a joke. He flushes bright red.

"O-Oh! Right... a joke. Yeah, of course. Haha. That makes more sense."

He scratches the back of his neck, flustered but trying to recover.

"I mean... yeah, I’d still love you. I’d do my best to take care of you, even if you were a worm. I'd probably carry you around in my pocket and feed you really nutritious dirt or something..."

Then under his breath, "But I really hope you stay human. I like holding your hand too much."

Jack Howl

You glance over at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

He raises a brow at you, clearly unimpressed.

"Where the heck did that come from?"

You give him a look, and he huffs a quiet sigh.

"You're serious? Alright... If you were a worm, I guess I'd..make you a nice patch of soil and protect you from birds."

He folds his arms, ears twitching slightly.

"I’d still love you, yeah. Even if you were a worm. But... don’t turn into one. I like the version of you that can smile at me back."

Epel Felmier

You lean toward him with a cheeky grin.

“Apple, would you still love me if I turned into a worm?”

He gapes at you, clearly caught off guard.

"A worm?! Seriously?! What kinda dumb—"

He pauses, sees you laughing, and groans.

"Ugh, fine. If you were a worm... I’d still love you, I guess. I’d probably knit you a tiny scarf so you don’t get cold or somethin’."

Then, he looks at you and shrugs,

"But yeah... you’re my (m/n). Worm or not, I ain’t lettin’ you go."

Sebek Zigvolt

You rest your chin on your hand, watching him with a grin.

“Sebek, would you still love me if I were a worm?”

He gasps in horror.

"WHAT FOOLISHNESS IS THIS, (m/n)?! A WORM?! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A PITIFUL FORM?!"

You can barely get a word in through his booming outrage. Eventually, he quiets, his expression twitching with confusion and concern.

"...Is this some strange form of flirtation? Or a coded warning? Do you suspect a transformation curse?"

You laugh and explain it’s a meme. Sebek flushes bright red.

"O-Of course I knew that!"

Then, begrudgingly and with a touch of softness:

"Very well... if you were a worm... I would still guard you with my life. Lord Malleus may be disapproving of such a strange bond, but I would not abandon you. It is my duty—no, my honor—to love you, regardless of your form!"

Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

You float the question while hanging out in the lab.

“Ortho, if I was a worm, would you still be my friend?”

He blinks, his eyes glowing brighter for a moment.

"A worm? That’s a funny hypothetical, (m/n)! I’ve read memes like that online!"

He giggles, floating in a lazy spin.

"If you were a worm, I’d 3D print you a luxury worm-sized mech suit and we could go on adventures together! I'd make it waterproof, solar-powered, and maybe even with voice modulation so you can still talk to me!"

He beams, tilting his head.

"Even if you're not human anymore, you're still you, and you're my precious friend. That doesn’t change, no matter what!"

And it's done! I hope you enjoyed this series. If you have any requests, feel free to let me know! (Please request—I'm enjoying this a lot lol.)

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