#sensitive!reader

[inkdrinkerworld]

sensitive!reader who's used to being talked over in conversations, and finally doesn't feel like that with remus? but one day they're all out with their friends and she just feels ignored :( like they aren't doing it on purpose of course, they just all haven't seen each other for a while? and then she's all quiet on the ride home and remus is just trying to coax it out of her :(

The amount of you at the table after four months of not seeing each other makes it hard to even get a word in edgewise.

“Yeah and then I got those new-“

You’re talked over and after months and months of Remus not doing it to you, it’s strange.

He notices though, because of course he notices everything you do, the way you slump and lean your head on his shoulder- not offering much in the way of conversation besides shrugs and hums.

“Baby,” he coos as your friends begin to get ready to leave, Remus’ hand massaging the small of your back. “Ready to go?”

You sigh, “Yeah,” Remus doesn’t like the tone of your words and even when he’s pulling out of the parking lot you’re silent and sulking.

“Dove?” He says, stealing a glance at you when he can, finding you just staring off into space. “What were you saying about the new stuff you got?”

You don’t even perk up like you usually would. Instead you just wave your hand, “Doesn’t matter Rem.”

Remus drops it for a couple minutes and you don’t even notice that he’s pulled over till he’s pulling up the handbrakes.

“Dove,” he’s got at sweet talking, always has been so he knows exactly what to say and do to get you melting like putty.

Remus’ thumb strokes your cheek and then your chin, turning your face towards him. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What were you saying about your new stuff?”

He gives you a soft smile when you nibble on your lip. “C’mon pretty girl, y’know they just get excited. Talk to me though, yeah?”

His thumb strokes down the column of your neck and then back up to your cheek. A motion that feels way more intimate than just a tender touch.

That and the earnestness in his voice has you blowing out a big breath, “I got new yarn to start a blanket for when I’m reading. It’s really soft and super colourful and if it turns out well, I wanted to know if Lily wanted one.”

Remus kisses your forehead, “You’re so thoughtful baby, I’m sure she’d love one.” He puts the car back in drive and merges back onto the road. “Thank you for telling me, sweet girl. Don’t like it when you get quiet like that.”

“Doesn’t feel good to be talked over like that; even if it isn’t purposeful.”

Remus nods, a hand reaching over to your thigh as he cruises the road. “You know I hang on to your every word, baby. You can talk to me till you run out of words, I’ll listen to every fucking one of them.”

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe loves to put his fingers in sensitive!reader’s mouth & her favorite place in the world is his lap...

c/w: rafe being mean & making her choke on his fingers, heavily suggestive, size kink, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

wc: 1.6k

in love w this man so more of him on the way xx

this is an additional part to this & u can read more here

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Rafe has had a bad day.   

She notices it immediately by the way he greets her with only a brief peck on her cheek; carelessly throwing his jacket on the couch before slumping down against the cushions and letting out a washed-out exhale.   

For the entirety of the week, gloomy clouds have painted over the dusty, colorless horizon and wet water puddles have saturated the socks of passing pedestrians and dog walkers alike. However, Rafe is not someone who particularly minds rainy days, which is why she assumes that the reason for his disgruntled mood has something to do with business, as it more often than not does.    

He scratches at the buzzed hair still slightly damp from the rain while she simply stands there and blinks; unsure whether he wishes to be alone or not.    

“What are you doin’? C’mere,” he suddenly orders in a somewhat of a stern tone and she has no choice but to pad over to his sprawled-out legs, lowering to sit on top of him and letting him paw at her waist as his beefy arms pull her closer. And she can't really complain when the heat of his body seeps into her flesh in such a comforting way; makes her insides feel all fluffy and featherlight.   

In the same way that Rafe seems to enjoy her needing him to take care of her when everything feels like too much, she loves being there for him; likes to feel useful, needed. 

“Do you wanna...talk about it?” the muted melody of her vocal cords reaches his ears as vivid raindrops pitter patter against the glass of the windows and he groans in exhaustion at how perfect she is for him.    

“Not really,” he dismisses her with a shake of his head. “How was your day, hm?”   

“It was uh, okay. I don’t know, the usual. Had some boring lectures, almost fell asleep…questioned every decision I’ve ever made,” she huffs out and settles her palms on his strong biceps.  

“Mm,” he’s only half listening; beginning to mindlessly twirl a strand of her hair around his index finger.    

And she takes that as her cue to continue blabbering out complete nonsense as she begins to grow slightly restless being this close to him. Truth be told, she’s pathetically been missing him the whole day; the only thing granting her the motivation to go about her routines being the thought of seeing him at the end of it all. And now that he’s here, he seems frustrated; mind entirely elsewhere and she doesn’t know what to do except ramble on and on about her dull day.    

Then, completely out of the blue, he’s grabbing her jaw into his massive hand and hushing her.   

“Shut up for one second, yeah?” he mutters out before he’s tucking a thumb past her lips; a surprised squeak leaving the back of her throat at the sudden intrusion because he was the one who asked for her to talk in the first place.    

However, she can’t exactly say that it’s unexpected. He often gets a tad bit meaner whenever he’s had a dreary workday and takes it out on her in some form or another. And regardless of how unhealthy all of it might seem, there’s a crooked part of her brain that yearns for it; wants him to come to her whenever he’s upset. If she’s utterly honest, the thought of him searching for solace in anyone else makes nausea creep up her bones.   

For some reason, the firm pad of his thumb making her tongue feel heavy in her mouth placates her; turns her brain into a needy, dingy muddle in a way that only Rafe is capable of.   

“Shit, just needed somethin’ to suck on, huh?” he pushes down on her tongue, making her swallow around the digit with a whimper.    

“So fuckin’ pathetic sometimes, you know? Just take anythin’ daddy gives you,” a low-pitched chuckle thunders from his chest, seemingly amused by the ease in which she gives into him.    

However, there’s also something gooey, syrupy beginning to whirl in the pit of her tummy. It reminds her of the countless times she was perched on the park swing as a little girl during the balmy summers of her childhood; thinking she could reach the fluffy clouds with the tips of her sneakers if only she could fly a little higher.    

“Feels nice to have somethin’ in your mouth, doesn’t it?” he ogles her, mesmerized with intrigue twinkling in the Carolina blue that has always made her think of the sky.    

She lets out a faint moan when he drags the digit out and then back in, making her gag around it; her hips involuntarily rutting against the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, desperate for some sort of friction if even through the soft material of her sweatpants.    

“Didn’t give you permission to move, did I?” he feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows that gets her to reluctantly halt her shifting.    

“Daddy, need your...” her words are cushioned against the obstacle he’s planted between her teeth.  

“Can’t really hear you, baby,” he mocks before he’s pulling the thumb out of her mouth altogether.    

However, the next thing she knows, he’s stuffing in his index and middle finger both at the same time. They reach far deeper; a muffled sound of gagging following his actions as he seems to discover a perverted sense of satisfaction from her struggle.   

"What did you say?" his lips twist into a cruel smirk when she whimpers pitifully and tries to draw away from him in order to catch her breath but his other hand only grips her jaw tighter, keeping her exactly where he wants as she’s forced to breathe through her nose.    

“I think you can take it for a bit longer, yeah?” his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he simply stares, seemingly absorbed into the obscene scene before him.    

And she should feel embarrassed, demeaned even. And she does! However, the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wants as if she’s nothing but a cheap toy for his entertainment blurs over the lines when her cunt throbs in response to his degrading attention. She flutters uselessly around nothing; powerlessly begging for some sort of alleviation with a whine that merely earns her a tut of his tongue.    

Therefore, the only thing she can do is sit there like an obedient animal because he’s already scolded her once. She hasn’t turned entirely dumb just yet; knows firsthand how ‘daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself’ and that the next time she misbehaves will result in a punishment her poor cunt probably wouldn’t be able to handle in this helpless state of hers.   

“Don't think you could take dad’s cock even halfway in this pretty mouth,” he mindlessly croons, thumb smoothing over the skin of her throat as she swallows the spit beginning to dribble down her chin.    

The thought manages to pique her curiosity because his cock has been at the forefront of her mind for a couple of weeks now, due to him constantly teasing her with the notion of letting her suck him off properly. He keeps murmuring about training her throat and fucking it raw but never actually doing it; merely allowing for her to drool and mouth over the tip because apparently, she's 'not ready yet'.    

She’s beginning to turn into something desperate because whenever she tries to take more of him into her mouth, he stops her with a click of his tongue and big hands lifting her head off him. “Don’t be greedy now, sweetheart,” he’d scold her but she's certain she’s going to die if she doesn’t get to feel his cock nudge at the back of her throat soon.    

“Ray…” she tries to fruitlessly speak but he’s not exactly making it easy as he keeps stroking against her tongue. However, she doesn’t need to say anything. He knows what she wants.  

“I mean, can barely fit into this tight cunt, don’t know why you keep whinin’ about wantin’ me in this mouth so bad. Don’t think you’d even enjoy it that much. It’s a lot, you know?” there’s something almost patronizing in the way he’s speaking to her as if he’s not the one who brought the idea up in the first place.   

It’s like he’s trying to talk her out of it yet his fingertips keep prodding past her gag reflex every few minutes, almost as if testing the waters before plunging in and it’s making her head spin.    

She whines and tries to defend herself but the digits fussing with the inside of her slobbery mouth don’t allow for her to form anything audible as she begins to grow troubled.   

“What was that?” the line of his mouth curls when he pokes deeper once more, causing her to moan with watery eyes pleading him for anything at this point.    

“Such a dirty girl. Bet you’d like choking on my cock, huh?” he grunts and she hums in response; nodding fervently before he’s finally withdrawing his hand and smearing the spit-stained fingers against her pouty lips.   

They’re both panting heavily as he gently swipes at her under-eyes in order to catch the teardrops ready to trickle down before petting at the apples of her cheeks with a tenderness reserved only for her.  

“Shit, always know how to make me feel better, don’t ya?” he rumbles fondly against her mouth; following his saccharine words with a messy kiss soon after. Maybe he’ll finally allow her to have what she so badly craves. 

[chlmtsdoll]

omg omg yes patrickkk!! maybe something like he says something in regards to her relationship with art and tashi and how one day she’ll be alone and they’ll leave her after she retires and she gets all sad and just lots of angst ???

YES OMG this is just what I needed !! Even though Patrick is a real bully in this one I had a lot of fun with thisss I love writing intense emotions 🤍

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

౨ৎ Pairing: ballerina!reader x Patrick Zweig/Art Donaldson/Tashi Duncan

౨ৎ Summary: Art and Tashi leave you home alone with Patrick, deciding to keep your distance from his dislike of you only goes but so far when you get caught in his wrath

౨ৎ Word count: 3.8k

౨ৎ Warnings: no use of y/n, sensitive!reader, sugar baby! reader, lots of angst, some fluff at the end, hurt/comfort, light verbal abuse, mentions of bullying, age gap (reader early 20’s), older!Patrick/Art/Tashi, protective Art & Tashi

While Art and Tashi had been out for the night seeing their daughter Lily in a local tennis tournament they were having for all the kindergarteners qualified in town, you’d stayed back at the penthouse the couple had been renting out for the time being. Although, you hadn’t been staying back alone — you were accompanied by the maid that waited on you all day to day and Patrick, who well, was brought along on this months tennis cycle.

It was mandatory you weren’t home alone during this time though. Tashi had been extremely potent on the matter, a strict rule about you being by yourself or out of her or Art’s view with Patrick. She made a big thing about how she didn’t trust the vindictive man that Patrick was around you. Even though it was known to you he was trusted within the couples sanctuary and personal life — they also were sure to remember he was Patrick at the end of the day.

With his deadly looks and slightly verbal abuse towards you since you met, down to his canine like draw that led him towards using his cruelty as shield for his compulsive desire that made him want to tear you down piece by piece. You didn’t know if it was because he still just couldn’t quite figure you out, or your purpose with the Donaldsons — why they were so intrigued with you or the fact that he wanted them, you, to himself.

It wasn’t overlooked by anyone that Patrick couldn’t stand the light that you were in Art and Tashi’s lives. With your innocent stares, fawning eyes at them like they were your world and stars, or how you always had a sense of obliviousness to your encounter. Always walking around the place in the tiniest shorts or pastel leg warmers trimmed with things he thought was all too ridiculous for you to be really real. At least not enough for him to take you seriously. Like ruffles or dainty flower trimmings of some sort that made his senses go untamed. You saw it whenever you’d walk by his robust presence as he’d sit and have a beer with Art. His eyes following your waist and perfect stature to do virtuous things like help the maid out with the laundry, kind smiles and sweet “please” and “thank you’s” as you folded attire. Or when you’d be quiet as a mouse in your the side of whatever massive place Art and Tashi would rent when you’d join them on tour during your off seasons, to pick up a thousand piece puzzle. Clench your fists in the cutest of ways when you got stuck in a loop of no hope to finish. But you always finished. You were the perfect sweet little thing.

He found you to be nauseating.

Your sweetness like a straight poison, always just too polite and never having outburst or a temper rise. To Patrick it seemed too good to be true, and you were. Just too good. Just to sweet for him. He wanted to destroy you.

Corrupt you, chew you up and spit you out.

And you just hadn’t known how to handle it or approach him at all, so not even knowing the appeal that Tashi and Art saw in him, you mostly ever just stayed away.

With the man being over an entire foot taller than you, you had no problem in keeping your distance. Any time you two were caught walking down a tight hall, his towering presence over you, he’d knock right into your miniature body. On purpose. Making you fly the other way, or when you’d basically spent most of the summer reading, he’d take your books by the spine and toss them across the room. If you were watching tv he’d snatch the remote from the coffee table and turn on a tennis match.

He was a grown man and a full blown bully.

You’d only put up with it because you knew it was in response of him not getting the same savory and tender treatment that Art and Tashi gave you. You were taking it all. Stealing their affections and hogging it from him with a naive (annoying to him) little smile on your face.

So you’d take a couple pushes and teasing if that meant you could hurt him in his weakest ally.

And you respected Tashi’s wishes of not sharing space with him for caution of yourself, but when the maid had to run out suddenly for an abrupt emergency — that plan had went downhill quickly.

You were left with Patrick Zweig all by yourself.

“Okay, I hope everything’s alright… see you next week.” you’d said your goodbyes to the maid as she hurried out of the place and you’d shut the grand doors behind her gently, turning on your heels to approach the kitchen area as your cold feet lightly toed against the marble floors. You decided not to bother making too much noise now that it had been just you and him. If you could just get through the next hour without having to get into an interaction with him and upset Tashi, it would be fine.

Nearing the close kitchen, you could hear switches of the second stove being turned and messed with. The sound irritating and getting louder as you stepped closer. Gas. Not the electric one that had also been provided right next to it.

When you walked in, of course Patrick had been hunched right over the stove, what looked like trying to light his cigarette in the most odd way that made you raise a brow on sight — until you remembered the rant he went on to Art and Tashi about leaving his one and only lighter back at one of the other rental homes in La. His fingers taking a quick break to scratch at his only slightly shaven dark colored beard to neck in modest confusion as he toyed with the fire. Just a couple seconds from catching onto his jeans.

You viewed the scene for a quick moment before letting out a piqued small sigh as you’d let him deal with that at his own funeral. You went to grab a soda from the fridge a few steps away from him.

Going through the loaded refrigerator stacked with only the highest healthy planned meals and smoothies, accompanied with fruits and cut up vegetables, you reached in the drawer to get a Diet Coke. The sound of Patrick just a couple moments away from burning the entire penthouse down made you scrunch your face up in annoyance before shutting the fridge by the handle.

“Could you not do that ? It’s really dangerous.”

His expression was hardened, Patrick looked up from his amateurish work to meet your glance when the sound of your soft chary voice had reached his ears.

“it’s fine, pipsqueak. I know what I’m doing.”

You rolled your eyes at the name he’d call you, and raised the sharp edge of the soda can to your lips as you watched the top of his cigarette beam a bright crimson at last. The taller fit man matched your gesture as he brought the stick to his mouth. Pink, and not reaching for a care in the world he let the smoke he breathed in travel out and above. You watched with hesitation to bring up the fact that the smoke detectors had been near flashing a signaling light just above him, you eyed the small but alarming circle before your eyes drifted back down to Patrick’s dark curls framing his face.

“You really shouldn’t smoke in here,” you crossed an arm over your cropped pj top that had displayed your belly button by a few inches. Patrick lifted his chin and peered down at your small figure to inspected you from your socked feet to your head through lidded eyes.

“Relax. Mommy and daddy aren’t here right now,” he scuffed in slight displeasure of your voice already. “Don’t you ever do anything apart from what you’re told ?.. ever ?”

“I’m just trying to be safe.” You had to crane your neck to look up at him, so it was much easier to just stare down at your feet against the floor before shifting your weight to the other. Patrick turned from your exposure already tired of you sticking your nose in his business anyways. He had looked at you like some stray kitten walking around the place unwanted and unfamiliar to his prey attitude.

“Well go be safe somewhere else.” His voice gravely before he started to chuckle in thought, you frowned. “Isn’t it pass your bed time anyways ? Oh, wait.. I forgot, you just have to stay up so you can see Art and Tashi walk through the door right ? Like some needy puppy or something ?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you swallowed to coat your now dry throat in slight offense as you dropped your arms to your sides.

“Art always makes sure to make me tea and kiss me good night.” You defended even though your tone remained faint and Patrick only grinned in ignorance at your comment wanting to laugh a bit more at your seriousness for a joke.

“God. I almost feel bad for you, y’know.. you’re so dependent on them. They’re not your fucking parents.”

Patrick had pointed his cigarette to your presence and you shook your head at his words.

“I never said they were.”

“You don’t have to. You’re addicted to them.”

“And so are you.” You raised your voice a bit and Patrick moved to the counter in front of you with frustration. “You were just as lost as me before they acknowledged you again. Now all you do is pick me apart for it but you’re the same… and you’re just too jealous to admit it.”

Patrick had looked away as he begun to laugh with a smile that hid his insecurities deep down. Only to meet your eyes again, the most disquiet look of enmity in his stare that made you start to back up in regret. Right into the cabinets behind you without even realizing it.

“Jealous ? Give me a fucking break. You’re a pet.” He verbally spit at you and your lip quivered a bit at the name, he once again, had the upper hand on you. Because when he started to move closer, starting to tower over your fragile space you once called personal — you should of just gotten out of it then. But something stopped you from getting away.

You were frightened, his words too big, too rough for you to escape.

“And you know what’s sad ? Your brain isn’t even developed enough to know the difference. You’re gonna keep this up with them. Get so tightly wrapped up in this.. whatever the fuck- - and get your feelings all fucked up and confused thinking it’s love. That they really could love you, till one day you’ll be stuck on the side of the road with your life fully flipped over when they get sick of your little shit get up.”

His words were harsh as he snapped at you. Your body was frozen there as he backed you up into the deep of the kitchen, and even though you knew you could leave. Just walk away. Your limbs slowly started the tremble as well, nose flaring and redden as you fought back tears. You couldn’t let him win. But what if he was right ?

You knew he hated you enough to say anything to make you cry, but what if it had all been true.

Something inside of you broke.

“That’s not true,” your voice shaken as you shook your head to fight the anxieties,

“Yes. And you know it. They’ll leave you one day. Are you really that stupid, you can’t see it ? You think this will last ?”

You didn’t answer, and Patrick grinned.

“You’re a fucking tool, that they can play with and you let them. A toy.”

You tried to muster up the power to block him out. You were failing. Your heart pounded and you gripped the counter behind you in correlation to your discomposure as you begun to sniff.

“The way Tashi hardly looks in your eyes unless you’ve won every god damn tournament, they way your definitely as much to Art as a doll he can fuck to keep himself in the game. Face it. You’re no better than a hooker on the go.”

“No.” You started to cry, tears falling from your ducks before your brain could alarm your hands to wipe them, you uttered the word out as you faced Patrick and he still got in your face even closer. The man scowled at you as he pushed his words into you, cramming them in your head. He cornered your petite body in the side on the kitchen and you could feel the overwhelming hurt take over your body.

“Yes. You mean nothing to them.”

“No !” You screamed at him as tears streamed down your face as you tried to fight off his presence, not knowing what to do or where to go so you stood there and cried. And it felt pathetic. You let him win. He was bigger and smarter and knew better. You don’t know why you tried to stand against him, lord knows you were never going to win and now you were left the fool, crying like a child while being dog leg by Patrick Zweig.

You suddenly heard heavy foot steps and the sound of heels clashing against the floor as Art and Tashi rushed into the room at the sound of your scream.

“What the fuck is going on here ?” Tashi’s voice over powered the entire room as she dropped her bag and called out the maids name in hurried frustration of the scene she observed. “Where the fuck is she ?” Tashi huffed before telling her mom to take Lily to her room quickly, then storming back in to stop whatever they walked into.

“Baby ? Hey hey hey,” Art made his way over to your quivering body, face taken over by utter concern as he immediately took your shoulders into his hands and pushed Patrick roughly to the other side of the counter.

“The fuck are you doing, man ??” He cursed out at the other man. If you weren’t overwhelmed with emotion, you could say this was the first time you’d ever seen Art so terribly angry. But all you could do was turn away and sob into Art’s chest as he held you close, eyebrows furrowed deep and a fire in his eyes as he stared at Patrick like he could snap.

“I got this. Take her upstairs,” Tashi gestured to you and Art as she pushed between the two of them. It was in one swift motion that she tugged on Patrick’s ear by the lobe, forcing him to follow her out of the kitchen. He winced through his trailing behind her.

“Ow! What the- -”

Tashi jabbed him in the arm, and then again, then again till he he jumped back from her furious state.

“Are you a fucking idiot !? What is the matter with you ?!” Tashi roared at him with straight daggers in her eyes. “What did you say to her ??? I told you to stay the fuck apart !”

“Your brat came bothering me!” He grabbed Tashi’s wrists to yank her away from enforcing anymore pain on to him, but she just snatched her arm away mercilessly again. “She’s a little shit, so I told her the truth. You and Art just baby the fuck out of her for gratification. You don’t give a fuck about her, admit it. All of you are delusional !”

He argued and Tashi closed her eyes for a brief second with a deep breath before she got in his face.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit.”

Patrick rolled his eyes, but Tashi caught him off guard when she shoved him straight in his chest again.

“Who the fuck gave you the right, Patrick ? Are you blind ?? No one gives a shit about you ! It’s you !” Tashi had grunted with eruption, only getting madder because he had madden her so much already. She and Patrick both knew her words had only been half true, but it didn’t matter right now when he was playing so dirty and spitting words carelessly after the other. He truly did have no right.

Patrick stood there and looked at her, there was no use of more words when she had gotten like this and he knew she knew exactly how he felt about it all.

“Just- just- dispose of yourself somewhere. Go.”

“Where do you want me to go ?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Away from here, away from me. You’re an asshole.”

Tashi’s eye slightly twitched while she looked at the man in repulsion, and he was stone cold as he pushed passed her, knocking her shoulder as he slouched by, Tashi folded her arms.

“You will apologize to her first thing in the morning or you can pack your shit.” The irked woman gave a forced sympathetic smile before glaring at him and walking away, leaving Patrick there groaning in vexation as he shook his head.

Upstairs, you had been curled up in Arts lap. He held you in his arms as your soft cries and salty tears melted into the cotton of his shirt, he rubbed small circles against your back while he sat there in thought.

Art was distraught by the fact that whatever Patrick had said could of disturbed you so bad he had to find you crying your eyes out and shaking in the kitchen. He tried his best not to let you see the way his fists clenched and unclenched with his anger fueled throughout him, since he didn’t want to scare you or make you worry any more.

No matter what, Patrick always found a way to be a fucking dick. He just couldn’t understand the motive around why he’d want to make his perfect girl hurt or scream like that.

He felt your breathing start to steady as you sniffed and your face had been all hot and flushed, your heart had gone back to a normal pace, but you still were quite shaken as you curled farther into Arts embrace with a low wine.

“Baby, look at me. Can you sit up for me ?” Art’s voice chimes in sweetly through the sunken air of the room. He lowers his head to stare down at your state in his arms and you moved so you were sitting on your knees on the bed, you sniffed and Arts thumbs went to caress your face as he wiped a few tears from your damp cheeks. His icy blues met your wide teary eyes that were filled with sadness and your lip had been just swollen a touch.

“What happened ? Can you tell me what he said to you ?”

Your eyes travel down to his hands brushing your face and you held one of his wrists, your expression was laced with sorrow. You whimpered a little just from the memory, which Art noticed with a sigh. You knew it would feel better if you just got it out. Emptied the words from your chest because your kind and caring Art always took care of the worries for you, but it had been different this time. Because it involved the ideal of him leaving you.

You took your time to think as you sat on that bed with him. And Art watched your face soften under his comforting touch.

“He said I was nothing. That you’d leave, Tashi would leave. And i’d be stuck heartbroken with nothing because I don’t mean anything to either of you.” Your voice was sparse and trembled as you spoke to get the words out, Art already started to tense up as he listened. “Maybe- I- I am too dependent on you both, and I shouldn’t be because I’m so young and you guys don’t need another child on your arm to have to look after. I don’t want to be stupid.. I’m so- stupid.”

You wanted to sob again, your voice cracking and your hands going to cover up your face, the corner of Art’s lips twitched as he frowned, “no, no, no, sweetheart. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Art had brought you back into him as you cried softly under his chin, your arms wrapped around his torso and the older man sighed deeply. “Nothing is ever determined, and life takes us all in ways we just can’t predict, but I want you to know that whatever you choose to do, or want along the line — Tashi and I will always be here to support you. We’re not going any where and we would never leave you. Fuck that. You’re so loved, by us. You’re always welcomed in our lives no matter the circumstances that may come upon.”

You wiped your nose briefly before leaning up to look at the blonde once more, eyes searched his face for any uncertainty but all you found was honest and pure devotion.

“Really ?” You budged tenderly and Art brushed a few stuck locks that were caught in your wet face. He nodded with a light simper.

“Really, Princess. We adore you’re company and the person you are dearly. And you don’t have to think about all those bad thoughts right now, okay ?” He kissed the top of your head to your cheek while you hugged him like a lifeline. A feeling of warmth spread within you from there, worries calm and you felt collected of your emotions once again. You just wanted to be reassured. Words cut you and got to you deep. But right now being with Art, it was like the perfect bandage to your wound that was although bittersweet in theory, a very delicate heart.

You heard footsteps nearing as Tashi walked into the bedroom. She was looking exhausted. Absolutely tired from the inside out as she sat on the bed next to the two of you, your eyes met hers and you immediately curled up and laid your head in her welcoming lap when she settled. Soft hands against her leg where you felt the fabric of her dress pant brush your cheek, and a sullen sigh escaped the woman’s lips.

“He won’t bother you again, baby.” Her sultry like voice filled your senses and your chest collapsed with ease once again. Her fingers went to journey through your loose locks gently as the vigilant but warm woman relaxed you now physically too.

“I’ll go make you a hot chocolate, and Tashi will run you a warm bath. We’re gonna make you feel better, love.” Art left you with tender adoration as he promised to you, and reached to leave a delicate stroke on your thigh with a fond smile before he stood from the bed. Tashi nodded him off as she held you there for a moment more, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

[starrydali]

Soft Spot - JJ Maybank

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ JJ never expected to feel so protective over someone like you. You were small, sweet, and sensitive in ways that made his heart ache. Every time you got upset or shy, it only made him want to look out for you more. You were his soft spot, and he’d do anything to keep you safe. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

JJ found you sitting on the edge of the dock, hugging your knees to your chest, your fishing line completely forgotten beside you. You looked so small, so fragile, like a little breeze could knock you over. He knew you weren’t actually helpless—you were tougher than you looked—but that didn’t stop the tug in his chest every time you acted this way.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he called softly, crouching down next to you. “What’s got you all quiet over here?”

You glanced up at him, your big, watery eyes making his heart practically skip a beat. “I lost the fish,” you mumbled, voice shaky. “It just... slipped off the line, and now I ruined it.”

JJ blinked, trying not to laugh, but the way you looked at him, all pouty and upset over something so small, tugged at something deep inside him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up?” he teased gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Sweetie, it’s just a fish. We’ll catch another one.”

You sniffled, nodding, but the little frown still lingered on your lips. “I’m just bad at it, JJ I’m bad at everything.”

His chest tightened. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, like he had to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the whole damn world. “Hey, don’t say that,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re not bad at anything. You’re just... sensitive. And that’s not a bad thing.”

You blinked up at him, and he could see the tears starting to fade, replaced with the smallest smile. “You really think so?”

“Course I do,” he said, grinning as he gently pinched your cheek. “You’re my sweet little girl, remember? You’ve got me to take care of all the hard stuff.”

The way your face lit up, the shy little smile that tugged at your lips—it hit him like a punch to the chest. You had no idea how adorable you were, how much you made him want to shield you from anything that might make you sad.

“Thanks, JJ,” you said quietly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Anytime, sweetheart,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. And just like that, he was done for all over again.

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[lawboysammyy]

he’s a gentleman — clark kent x sensitive!reader

summary: clark comes home to find his pretty angel baking in the kitchen on valentine’s day

contains: soft and sweet boyfriend clark, suggestive towards the end

The smell of freshly baked cookies and the sound of a faith hill song invaded Clark's senses as he walked into the kitchen. He saw you standing at the counter wearing one of his flannels and a pair of pajama shorts, setting down a tray of what appeared to be chocolate chip cookies on the stove.  

“Hey, angel. What are you baking in here?” Clark's voice caused you to jump backwards into his strong chest as he walked up behind you.  

“Clark! You scared me. I though I've told you not to sneak up on me like that,” you smiled as you turned to face the tall brunette. He had kicked off his work boots by the door, leaving him clad in a dirty, white t-shirt and his typical blue jeans.  

God, how did he manage to make such a simple outfit look so good? 

“I'm sorry, angel. I didn't think you'd be up this early,” Clark replied earnestly. He was right, it was early for you. The clock on the oven read 8:24 and you usually didn’t wake up until well after 9 o'clock when you spent the night at the Kent house.  

You turned to face the counter again, cleaning up the slight mess of ingredients as Clark wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “To answer your question, I baked some cookies to thank Lana for letting me pick up some shifts at the Talon.” 

Clark smiled into your neck, inhaling the scent of yesterday’s perfume. “Well, that’s real sweet of you, honey. I'm sure she’ll appreciate it. I hope you weren’t planning on hanging out with Lana all day, though, because I've got somethin’ special planned for you for valentine’s day.”  

You tossed the rag you were using to clean onto the oven handle and turned to face Clark. “Oh yeah? Can I have a little insight into this plan, so I know what to wear? I got a new dress the other day and I wanna wear it out,” you told Clark. While this was partially true, you really just wanted to know what your boyfriend was planning because while he was good at keeping secrets from his peers, Clark just couldn’t help it when it came to keeping secrets from you.  

Clark let out a soft chuckle before answering your question. “i was thinking of going to a movie, then a nice dinner...maybe have a little fun after dinner.” You knew what he was hinting at in the last part of his plan. His parents were out of town for a wedding, leaving the house empty for you and Clark. “How does that sound, angel?” 

You hummed contently, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the boy’s lips. “I think that sounds perfect, Clark. Thank you,” you complimented as you took Clark's hand in yours and began to lead him to the staircase. “But what if we had a little fun right now? We've got a couple hours to kill. I told Lana I'd stop by her place at around 10 to drop off a top I borrowed from her”  

Clark’s eyes practically lit up at your suggestion, and suddenly you were in his bedroom, pressed against the door. “That sounds like a great idea,” Clark replied in between kisses. 

[nottsbabe]

I've Got You

Bully!mattheo riddle x sensitive fem!reader Summary; You get a late night call from Mattheo who needs help after a fight, and doesn't know who else to go to. Warnings; cursing, slut shaming, underage drinking, noncon if you squint, slight stalker Mattheo, smut, fingering. Let me know if i missed anything!! 18+!!!

Mattheo's pov:

Mattheo was at the annual "boys only" poker game Draco threw at the end of every school year. The night started out fine, with everyone arriving exited because this was a sign summer was almost upon them. They all sat down and started playing.

The trouble started when Draco brought out the drinks. Everyone was pounding down beer, including Mattheo. He was use to drinking abnormal amounts of alcohol at times, so he knew how control himself when he drank liquor. Draco however, did not. Draco was a menace even when he was sober. When he was drunk it was 10 times worse.

Mattheo always made fun of y/n. Tripping her in the halls, calling her a slut when she wore "skimpy" outfits, and smacking her ass when she bent over. He knew she hated him for it, but he couldn't stop. It made him feel better about himself, and at least he got to talk to you often even if it meant ruining your day.

Mattheo loved bullying and bothering you, but when anyone else did, he went ballistic. cussing people out, and starting fights. He had already had an exceptionally bad day. He had failed the history of magic final, causing his dad to call him threatening to "kick him out of the deatheaters if his grades continued to descend!"

So when he heard Draco make a snide comment about y/n being a "Little whore" in her skirt earlier that day in potions, He exploded. Mattheo walked with clenched fists over to where Draco was sloppily leaning against a wall, He grabbed his shoulder harshly turning Draco to look at him before punching him square in the face knocking the boy down.

Usually Theodore and Blaise were quick to jump in when Draco got beat up, It happened very often. But this time, since it was Mattheo doing the beating up, they were hesitant, giving each other the same knowing look. They had both encountered Mattheo at his angriest and did not want to be in between them. So they stayed back watching as Mattheo straddled Draco, throwing punches every which way.

Mattheo stood up, wiping blood from his nose off his chin. He took one last look at Draco before walking out of the dimly lit room. Even though Draco was completely wasted, he still got a few good punches in. Giving Mattheo a bloody nose, busted lip, and a bloody black eye. The poker game was being thrown in a empty classroom, it was risky of course, but Draco enjoyed the thrill of it.

After walking for a few minutes Mattheo slumped against the wall, sliding to the floor, putting his head in his hands. He couldn't go to his room, Draco was unfortunately his roommate. Mattheo didn't have many friends besides Draco, Theo, and Blaise. He usually kept to himself, most people were scared of his condescending demeanor, so people rarely started a conversation with him.

He reached for his phone before pausing to contemplate what he was about to do. He started to dial before pausing again, he finally made up his mind lifting his phone eagerly awaiting for the ringing to stop and for your sweet, soft, tired voice to greet his ears.

Y/n's pov:

You awoke suddenly to a loud ringing. At first you ignored it, mistaking it to be a part of your dream but around the fourth ring you woke up. You groggily grabbed your phone not even looking at it before answering.

"Hello?" you say, sleep still heavy in your system. Theres a long pause before the person answers.

"...Hey doll." He says hesitantly. "I kinda got into something with Draco, and didn't really know who to call." You were shocked when you heard Mattheo's deep voice coming through your phone speaker. You could feel the pain and embarrassment in his voice, making you shudder. "He must have been desperate if he called me of all people" You thought.

There was silence while you thought of what to do. You could go meet him in the halls, but it was past curfew, if you got caught the professors would think the absolute worst. after a another second, you answered. "You can come over." You say with a sigh. "it's dorm-" you start to say before he cuts you off. "...I know where it is.." He says in a low, deep voice that sends shivers down your spine.

Around 10 minutes later you hear a knock on your door. You stand up and walk over to the door unlocking the bolt. Your parents were very protective of you, and the only way they let you go to a boarding school like Hogwarts, was if you had your own room. You found comfort but also fear in the thought of being alone with Mattheo.

You open the door quietly, jumping when you get a good look at his face. You had never been in a situation like the one you were in, you were always very squeamish when it came to blood. You looked at Mattheo with wide eyes, barely breathing. Your lip trembled. Knowing he was in a lot of pain hurt your heart, he always bullied you but you had a heart of gold. You wanted to give him a hug, to kiss his pretty lips and tell him everything was going to be okay. But you couldn't, it would be too inappropriate at a time like this.

He noticed the way your lip trembled and your eyes began to water, his expressions softened and his jaw loosened. He carefully grabbed your face, squeezing it so your lips smooshed together. "I know baby, i'm ok." He said quietly, letting go of your face and walking past you taking in your dorm. He walked over to your book shelf picking up a tattered marked up book that had clearly been "loved" as your mom called it. He glanced back at you, looking you up and down. He ran his tongue over his top teeth as he took a good look at you. You were wearing a baby blue pajama set, the bottoms were short and tight clinging to your warm figure. The shirt was slightly cropped with a small white bow at the top.

His eyes lingered on your chest as he laid the book back down on your shelf and started walking over to you. Your breath hitched as he looked down at you. "Your pajamas make you look like a whore." He said with a chuckle knowing it would get under your skin. You looked up at him, your brows crinkling together. You could smell the faint scent of the cigarette he had enjoyed earlier, mixed with a minty fragrance. You pouted a bit, looking down at your sleepwear. "I thought i looked pretty" You said wiping a tear away that had rolled down your cheek.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, looking about your room again. "You do look pretty, you look more slutty though." He says absent mindedly walking over to your bathroom. "How does he know where everything is?" you think, dismissing the thought as you follow him. He flips the light on walking over to lean against the counter, watching your every move. You grab a washcloth from your cabinet, along with a first aid kit you thankfully never had to use.

He crosses his arms as he watches your small hands open the first aid kit and pull out bandages, rubbing alcohol, and ointment. You didn't know what you were doing hoping Mattheo wouldn't notice but, of course he did. "Oh baby..." He says condescendingly. "You don't know anything, do you?" "Put water on the washcloth and clean the blood off." He demanded. He was perfectly capable of doing this on his own, hell he had done it more times than he could count, but he enjoyed having this power over you, and he loved making you do things for him.

Your hands shook as you wet the washcloth with warm water. You gently turned the water off, turning to look at Mattheo with big questioning eyes. "Thats a good girl." He said with a smirk. "Now clean my wounds." You carefully moved the cloth towards his eye first. wiping it softly, trying to remove the dried blood without hurting him. After you had cleaned all his injuries, you cleaned them with rubbing alcohol, per Mattheos orders.

You grabbed the bandages but before you could open them, Mattheo lifts you up in one swift move turning around to place you on the sink, standing in between your legs. You just look at him, too scared to move. He lifts his hands to gently stroke your thighs, stroking circles on your soft skin. "Keep going pretty girl." He practically coos, smiling smugly at your reaction. You open the bandage but stop abruptly when you feel his hand creep from your thigh to your core gently rubbing circle around your clit.

You try and focus on bandaging him up but all you can think about is how much pleasure your feeling. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten, as Mattheo moves your shorts aside. "No panties..? You dirty little girl." He growls, licking his lips. "No Mattheo, please don't!" You protest. He does the opposite and inserts one of his digits into your tight hole, making you moan and roll your eyes back. Your release was close, Mattheo could feel it. "You dont even want this, and your already about to cum..?" He chuckles darkly picking up his pace. That was all it took to push you over the edge. You came with a loud scream, clenching around Mattheo's finger.

He pulled out his index dinger licking your remains off and groaning at the taste of your sweet cunt. His eyes met your tired ones. "You did so good for me, pretty baby." You were dazed and confused. barely keeping your eyes open. "Come on baby we're almost done." He said, kissing your forehead. You move your hand up bandaging the rest of his wounds. Once your finished he picks you up, carrying you to your bed. As he does so, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting out a big yawn. He lays you down on your bed, walking over and making sure your door is locked for the night.

He comes back to your bed, shedding his clothes off till he's only in his boxers. He climbs in and lays atop of you, resting his head on your chest. He wrapped his big arms around your torso. You let out a deep breath, running your fingers through his curly hair. You close your eyes, your breath evening out and syncing with Mattheos.

"Mattheo..?" You ask. "Yes...?" He responds lazily.

"I think i love you." You say fearfully. How could you love someone who makes your life hell? You felt dirty and embarrassed.

"I know you do baby. I've got you." He says pressing a soft kiss to your stomach. "I've got you."

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[pintrestgrl]

you said angst so... jj x kook!reader JJs starts pushing pogues and reader away and when reader tries to get through to JJ, he says awful things to reader hitting her/them below the belt by bringing up her trauma and the fact she/they are a kook. maybe she completly ices him and the pogues out(bc the pogues forgave him) and start hanging out with kooks. maybe the topper/rafe/kelce trio to really drive home she doesn't care about them anymore. maybe she's even there when pope and jj get beat up? IDK i thought this up off the top of my head. i don't reader crying in the shower heartbreaking sob fest angst. also i left what her supposed trauma up to you bc i don't know how far you're willing to go with that.

-💐

okay i lied. i’m doing this one bc it intrigued me.. lol. but also hi 💐 anon !! ur not overwhelming me i love all the asks, it’s just a matter of energy lol. but love u !!

i actually am proud of this and how i wrote it, i rlly like it 🥹.

i will get out more posts today, likely 2-3. 4 if i get drink an alani lmao.

mean!jj x sensitive!kook!reader.

you had always known jj, due to the small size of the island. however, you just started getting closer with him the past few weeks.

you had always seen into him more then others did, even from afar.

you noticed the bruises on his cheeks, and how they’d fade over the next few days. you noticed when he’d gotten a haircut, likely from john b. you didn’t know why, but you found him interesting.

you probably shouldn’t have, considering your brother — rafe, absolutely hated him. he was a bad kid, you always saw him getting arrested with the rest of the pogues.

the reason you two started getting closer, was due to a drunken hookup you had a misunderstanding on. clearly, he looked at it as any other girl he would hook up with, no feelings and not a thought about it again.

you however, looked at it way different. you really genuinely liked him, truly. you didn’t care about any of the bad rumors about him, you didn’t see him as just the bad. you saw the good too.

a few days ago, you went to the chateau to see jj. you hadn’t talked to him since the hookup, expect for minor greetings. you wanted to get to know him more. understand him, fully and completely.

it’s safe to say it didn’t go well. you sat him down, explaining how you really did like him. he listened at first, but as soon as you started trying to open him up, he immediately tensed.

you asked him about how come he always has those bruises on him, and where they’re from. he stood up immediately, scoffing at your attempt.

“you’re fuckin’ serious? you just came here to make fun of me?”

you shook your head quickly at his misunderstanding, explaining how that’s not what you meant at all.

“y’know, it’s not shit you would understand at all. you’re too much of a dumb pretty little ‘kook princess’ with no thoughts in her head to figure it out.”

you swallowed at his harsh words, tears filling your eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but he just kept spewing more words out.

“ever think that’s why i didn’t talk to you after we hooked up? because we couldn’t ever be anything. i could never be with somebody like you.”

tears fell from your eyes at his words, trying to take deep breaths. you attempted to speak again, before he interrupted you.

“just save it, okay? go back to figure 8 where you belong.”

you let more tears fall, listening to him and gathering your stuff and leaving the chateau.

you walked home with tears down your face the whole time, thoughts stirring. was that really all he thought about you? just a kook who never had to worry about anything?

your tears eventually faded, feelings going numb from exhaustion.

when you got home, you pushed your way past your family, going upstairs to shower.

when you got in, you immediately broke down again. tears filling your eyes and streaming down your face.

you wanted jj to like you, you really did. but if he really had those thoughts of you, you needed to let him go. you couldn’t go on thinking about him, worrying, if your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

over the next few days, you left jj and every pogue alone. you noticed him around, though. you didn’t see the pogues around him, either. it seemed like he was avoiding them, just like you were avoiding him. he looked almost upset, everywhere he went too.

after a while, he got over whatever little mood he was in and you saw him laughing, running around with his friends again.

you however, were not over it. his words really hurt, and you couldn’t get them out of your head. but you knew you needed to give him the same treatment back.

so you decided to start hanging out with your friends too. you started going to the boneyard with topper, kelce, and rafe. you knew jj hated them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to show any care if you weren’t receiving any.

you left him alone for a while after that, silently thinking and worrying about him in your head instead.

you opted for watching from afar, both of you making awkward eye contact at times.

you still wondered where those bruises came from, and if you would ever know at all.

[strnilolover]

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[megalomaniacz]

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT4

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: the song was one thing, but calling you up on stage?

a/n: none!

better keep your head down + give me a call if you ever get lonely

masterlist.

the paparazzi are everywhere, all snapping shots of you as you rush into the band’s car. ellie stops to talk with them, ignoring jesse and dina’s pleads for her to get in. the sounds of the excited fans and the paps priding questions ring in your ears.

“so that’s the girl that fucked up your face?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s fucked up. it’d take a lot to fuck this face up. i think i look pretty hot with a bloody nose anyway.”

“and the song you performed earlier today is about her? crybaby?”

“yes—“

“ellie, get in the fucking car.”

“—yes and i’m looking into getting it released soon.”

jesse hops out of the car, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her in. “shit, gotta go guys. it was amazing to see you all—“ is cut off by the door slamming. dina let’s out a heavy sigh and throws her head back.

“i should punch you too.” dina starts. it makes ellie chuckle and she looks over at you. “it’s enough for you to write the song and perform it, but to call her out and bring her up on stage afterwards? ellie, seriously, you’re fucking horrible.”

jesse interjects. “not to mention you doing that during one of our most important songs. you ruined the set i’ve been perfectly curating for months. for what? for fun?”

ellie doesn’t respond. she just stares at you. puffy eyes and pouty lips while you sniffle down your remains of sadness. it felt like this night couldn’t get any worse, and yet you knew when you got back to the hotel she’d somehow find a way to prove you wrong.

“if you wanna sleep in our room tonight it’s fine. i completely understand.” jesse whispers to you as he opens the trunk to grab the bags. you think about it for a moment before shaking your head. you don’t want dina and jesse to feel like they always have to babysit you around ellie. you can handle yourself. you proved that today when you socked her in the face.

“alright kiddo. let me know if you need anything, okay?” he smiles, leading everyone to the rooms.

when you and ellie make it to your room, you both say nothing to each other. you’re sure she’ll break the silence, though. she always does. maybe the silence is uncomfortable for her? or maybe she just likes to hear herself talk.

“you gonna eat something?” ellie chimes up as she sees you walking towards the bathroom. you just ignore her and wash yourself up. you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from your bruised knuckles, or the lingering drowsy feeling after you’d been crying. all you want to do is collapse into the couch and sleep.

when you’re all done, you grab a blanket from your bag and settle yourself onto the couch. then ellie comes over, sitting on your blanket.

“remember when i went to jail?”

you sigh. “get off my blanket. i’m tired i want to go to sleep.” you tug at it but she refuses to move. continuing what she’d previously been saying.

“jesse and dina were on a trip and i called you. you bailed me out.”

it was 4am when you got the call. eyes barely able to open wide enough to see your screen. when you answered your heart dropped. “jail? ellie what the fuck?” you frown. she laughs. “i know right. gotta put this in our next song.” even with her sarcasm and smart ass mouth you could hear how scared she was. and you couldn’t say no. why couldn’t you say no?

you shrug. “so? what does that have to do with anything?”

“remember when you said you never hated me?”

you nod but you were rethinking it all now. flexing your sore hand. looking down at your blanket that she’d decided to hold hostage. confusion written all over your face. you said you never hated her, but not that you’d never hate her.

“i didn’t write that song to be mean—“

you interrupt her with a chuckle. “then what the fuck was it for?”

she angrily gets up and rushes away. “fucking forget it.”

you stand up, throwing a couch pillow at her. “why are you such an asshole, williams? seriously. were you dropped on your head as a baby or something? why do you walk through life as if everybody has done something wrong to you? you’re the tragedy of the story? that’s just not the case.”

she grabs the pillow and rushes at you, hitting you over the head. “why don’t you hate me then, huh? if i’m so terrible why don’t you hate my fucking guts?”

an uncomfortable silence falls between you two. you, bewildered at her question, still finding it hard to believe she cares. failing to understand why it’s your opinion she cares so much about. her, anticipating your answer. on edge. wanting things to make sense. both of you staring at each other. breathing heavy. twisted faces.

you see the scared look in her eyes and you almost want to hold her. want to see her for what she truly is: scared. that’s why she’s always angry. because she’s scared. because she’s alone. because she didn’t mean to, but she’s run everyone away.

but her lip curls into an all knowing smirk. the kind that could only come from predicting your thoughts through your eyes. piercing into your soul to ping at the bit of empathy you had left in you. for her. for the girl who’s angry and scared and alone. the girl who called you onstage in front of a crowd of people to humiliate you.

the girl who embarrassed you at karaoke. turned a video of you drunk falling into a meme. pushes you off to the side so she can be in the middle of dina and jesse on the sidewalk. trips you if you aren’t paying attention. lies. fights. and fucks you over.

your face changes completely, and hers falls when she realizes.

“you’re pathetic. you’re sad and you’re sick. i can’t believe i trusted you. i can’t believe i had sex with you. fuck you.” you yell before storming off. leaving her there. all alone.

“so you’re starting a band?” you ask dina. she nods, smiling. “with jesse and a friend of ours. i can’t wait for you to see us perform. maybe you could come to one of our practices this weekend?”

“yeah, i’d love to meet your friend!”

[mariposa-drowned]

♡˖Broken glass˖⁠♡

Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Warnings- hurt/comfort, hints at past abuse in a partner, crybaby!reader, sensitive!reader, protective!Abby, pet names (angel, baby, hun, good girl), very slight hints at dom/sub dynamic, angst to fluff -Please let me know if I missed any!!

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CRASH

"Baby?" Abby rushed down the stairs to the sound of a loud crash which seemed to come from the kitchen.

Coming to the entryway of the kitchen Abby was met with your glassy eyes and a mess of broken glass all over the floor, remnants of what was once a bowl you utilized quite often had finally met it's fate, much to your horror.

"I'm sorry.. i- I didn't mean to, I was just trying to-" you spluttered out to Abby before she cut you off

"No, hey shhh you're alright hun, it's not a big deal. Stay right there okay? I'm gonna go get the broom so we can clean this up alright?" Abby cautiously stepped forward and over the glass to give your hand a light squeeze of reassurance and a peck on your forehead before walking to the hall closet where you kept the broom.

While Abby walked away you gently crouched down to start trying to pick up the largest pieces of the bowl, still feeling terrible you were the cause of it's break, you had only been trying to put away the dishes that had finished air drying overnight.

Going to grab a larger piece, only to be met with a sharp stinging pain in the palm of your hand, your cloudy eyes returning once again as you heard Abby's approaching footsteps and quicky dropped the piece of glass back to the floor while standing up, grabbing a dishcloth off the counter and trying to look natural as you press it firmly into your palm, lightly hissing to yourself over the sting it produced.

Abby reappeared in the kitchen, broom and dustpan in tow, her face dropped to a light frown as she found your slightly shaky frame where she last saw you, but now with a cloth in your hand? She found it a bit odd but continued towards the mess of glass, being careful of her steps.

You still felt guilty, trying to hold back your tears while you reached your hand out towards Abby "here, it's my mess, I can clean it up" you said in what was close to a whisper, trying to keep the cracking of your voice at bay.

Abby walked over to you, resting the broom up against the counter, she quickly lifted you from your waist onto the clean counter before you could even protest.

"How about I clean this up, because at least I have socks on, and you can sit here and look all pretty for me, m'kay? Promise I'm not mad and you are not in any trouble baby, it was an accident, they happen. Let me sweep this up and then we can go do whatever you'd like and get your mind off this, yeah?" Abby looked to you for confirmation, getting a slight nod in response as you kept your eyes downcast.

Abby gently but firmly lifted your chin, "words please"

"okay" you responded.

Abby seemed pleased enough with your response, kissing your cheek before turning around and starting to sweep up the glass. When her back was turned, you lifted the cloth covering your hand, a bit worried to find that the bleeding had slowed, but not stopped. You tried to keep you panic internal, but as you pressed the cloth back on your palm you let out a light whimper involuntary.

Abby had just finished throwing the last full dustpan into he trash before whipping her head around at the sound of you. She rushed over to you, dropping the broom and dustpan down without care.

"Hun? You alright?" Abby met your sitting frame at the edge of the counter, looking down at the cloth you still had clutched in your hand. "What's this for?" Abby lifted the cloth from your reluctant hands, her eyes widening at the sight of your blood.

"Did you get cut on the glass? Why didn't you tell me?" Abby swapped out the cloth you were using for a new, clean one, quickly grabbing the one of many first-aid kits kept around the house from the top of the fridge.

You kept your eyes downcast "m'sorry. It's just- you were already cleaning up my mess and I didn't wanna worry you." finishing your sentence you let out a small sob, another tear falling down your face before you felt a large, warm hand softly wipe away the tear.

"Hey" Abby put her palms of both sides of your face, making you look at her "deep breathe for me yeah? Good job, there you go, good girl baby. Okay let's take care of this hand then we can talk okay?"

This time she didn't wait for any confirmation, she lifted the cloth that was still covering your hand, wiping away the slightly dried blood on the outer edges of your palm, she grabbed a disinfectant wipe "gonna sting a little bit angel, can you be brave for me?" You nodded quickly, wanting to do good and to prove that you were really okay, even if your hand currently stung like a bitch.

Abby wiped down your hand, and subsequently, right over your cut. With a sharp intake of your breath Abby slowed her movements, giving you a quick kiss on the head "doin so good for me baby, almost done 'kay?" Once your hand was finally clean and disinfected, Abby took a few gauze placing them over the cut and grabbing some wrap to secure the gauze.

You both sat in silence as Abby wrapped up your hand, the only sounds to be heard being the faint sounds of the record that you had put on this morning while putting away the dishes and tidying up around your small but cosy house, trying to repay Abby for cooking dinner last night. She had made your favorite, and refused to let you do any of the cleaning, but she didn't say you couldnt do it the next day.

Which had led you to the current moment, with a wrapped up hand from a glass cut, and persistent tears on your face.

Once your hand was wrapped and the glass was cleaned, Abby lifted you off the counter, ignoring your protests that your legs did still work. Legs wrapping around her built frame to avoid falling, which your know wouldn't happen regardless due to Abby's strength and unlimited care for you.

Finally settled, you were both sat down on the couch, you strattling Abby's lap while she rubbed your back. You sniffled, burying your face in her neck, still embarrassed of your tears, even after all your years spent together, and her constant reassurances of how much she loved you and how you weren't afraid to show emotion, even in times where it did seem a bit silly. Like that one time you cried while watching one of the little kids staring at the Christmas tree for the first time, the one that was put up in the middle of town, decorated with a few strings of lights, and plenty of ornaments. The little boys eyes had shined with such amazement and innocence. As he was one of the kids born in town, hadn't seen the dangers of the outside world yet. You had teared up at the sight, telling Abby how much you wished you could go back to that state.

Abby's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Angel? Hey can you look at me please?"

Still feeling embarrassed and a bit too shy for the moment, you shook your head into where you still had your head buried in Abby's neck. Abby sighed, and gave you a soft reassuring pat on your bum.

"Okay, that's alright. Can you listen to me for a minute though?" You nodded to her, listening to what she was going to say next.

"Baby I need you to know that I am nothing like them. I will never, ever, be mad at you for something like what just happened. But you have to tell me when you get hurt, you are my number one priority at all times, you can't hide that from me, no matter how small. Understand?"

"yes" you whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

"My good girl" Abby gave you a reassuring squeeze in the hug you had trapped yourself in, and a kiss on the forehead. "How about we stay in today huh? Day just for us, you wanna cuddle in our room, or stay on the couch?"

"Wanna watch a movie together. Please?"

"Such good manners my love. Couch it is, I'm gonna go grab some stuff from the kitchen, you put on a movie."

Abby gently lifted you off her, finally seeing your face she leaned in, waiting for your permission as you closed the gap, trying to show Abby the appreciation you had for her through your kiss. Separated, Abby gave you a small smile, and one more kiss before heading into the kitchen.

You got off the couch, turning off the record player that was still playing quietly, kneeling down in front of your small tv, filing through your different dvds that you and abby had aquired over time. Finally finding your desired dvd, you popped it into the player, turning on the TV and pausing at the opening title.

You grabbed and extra blanket as well as the remote, and sat back down on the couch waiting for Abby. Speaking of Abby, you turned your head to see Abby coming back into the living room, hands full with a glass of water and a few snacks. Setting them down on the old wooden coffee table, but not before handing you the cup of water.

"Drink please, you're dehydrated." Abby said, still ushering the cup towards you.

Stubborn as ever, despite your morning, you gave Abby a small "Am not".

"Angel, I love you, but you've been crying all morning, and I don't want you getting a headache from the loss of fluids. So, drink."

You huffed a small breath, knowing she was right, taking the cup and drinking it all before setting the cup back down on the table. Looking up to Abby for approval, she smiled a rare smile at you and sat down next to you.

"Alright let's get settled, how do you want to sit?"

"Can I lay on you? Like listening to your heartbeat."

"'Course baby, you're my favorite blanket."

You smiled, waiting for Abby to lay down before you flopped down on her, giving her a kiss. Abby grabbed the blanket you had gotten earlier and spread it out over your back.

Settling down on her firm chest, you positioned yourself right over her heart, calming at the small thrum of her heartbeat. Abby grabbed the remote and pressed play, your movie playing on a low volume.

"Thank you for always taking care of me Abs"

"Of course, love taking care of my favorite girl."

"Love you Abby"

"I love you too sweet girl, get some rest, it's been a busy morning"

[trustinsturniolos]

now introducing...crybaby!reader

lana del rey coded. winter weather. sensitive. 20. the neighbourhood. kind. loves animals. hot chocolate. faceless mirror selfies. vanilla scented anything. victoria’s secret. softcore/coquette aesthetic. warm fluffy blankets on cold winter nights. cresent moons. smiley. friendly but shy. sketching. foodie. always tired. doesn’t date—chris says otherwise. lazy. hates yelling and arguments. crybaby. soft colours. lowkey commitment issues — afraid of getting hurt. tries to act confident but isn’t. insecure. lacy/silky outfits. loves being around people she trusts. late nights with snacks.

commonly paired with…tired!chris

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[rafey-baby]

an introduction to older!rafe x sensitive!reader

cw: use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

this is literally mean older!rafe who makes sensitive!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries...

“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” he murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.

He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.

“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make daddy upset with you, do you?” he scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.

“No! No! Sorry, I just…”

“You just what?” his question comes off as mocking.

“You’re being mean,” she frowns.

“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?” his words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.

“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.

“Why are you crying?” his tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.

“Cause I made you upset,” her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.

“You wanna make me feel better?” he questions with an almost gentle rasp.

“Mhm,” she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.

“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let dad focus, yeah?”

Finally, she listens; not daring to shift an inch anymore. Even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…

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[kattsturn]

Chris and sensitive!reader argue

"Do you even care about me?" C.S

Warnings: crying, arguing and that's it 🩷🩷

It was already 8 pm and Chris hadn't even texted you or replied to your text, all you saw was "read" which made you overthink that he hated you, until you heard the key turning the lock from the front door. Chris is here. Your lips immediately curled into a soft smile as you jogged to the door, waiting for Chris. "Hey, m'tired today so I'm just gonna head to bed, so no bullshit like usual. Mk?" Chris said, your smile faded when you heard Chris call your love "bullshit", your eyes wanted to fill with tears but you held back, Chris saw this and rolled his eyes, "ugh. Don't start being a fucking crybaby now." He said his tone cold. You got sad and angry at the same time, "Chris my love is bullshit to you? Wow." You said, your voice breaking a bit. "Love? You mean you smothering me with all the fucking tight hugs?" He said, his face cold. Your heart slightly ached now, "so I can't ask for love? Do you even care about me!?" You slightly yelled as a few tears fell down your cheek. Chris froze for a second before yelling at you, "if you don't like it..just..leave!" He said making you almost burst out in tears, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you breaking down and him comforting you, so you grabbed your phone, keys, and purse and you..left, leaving Chris frozen standing in the middle of the living room.

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[starrydali]

I loved jj on soft "spot"????? Like, I know that this jj doesn't have any specific label on him but how he sees reader as such a precious thing and he's so devoted to her is actually so IEHEJEHFHF I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT DO DESCRIIIIBE HELLO?????

can I ask for a request with the energy of this same jj?

Jj x reader where he finds out somehow that she used to want a toy a kid (maybe some sylvanian families?)but she's a pogue so her parents didn't have the money to buy it, so he buys it for her after some time with some cash he has been saving recently?

Sylvanian Families - JJ Maybank

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ This is actually so adorable! I used to have so many Sylvanian families growing up. Also about the label...is JJ her bf or are they just bsf?? What do we think?? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

JJ didn’t think he’d be the type to care this much about something like this. But then you had mentioned, in passing, that you used to want a Sylvanian Families toy when you were younger.

He didn’t even think twice when he heard it. He just locked it away in the back of his mind, like he’d do with anything you said, because it mattered to him.

And yeah, he was a little shocked at how much it stuck with him. But that was just how it went with you—everything you said, every little thing you did, made him feel like he had to look out for you. Like he wanted to.

It was a few weeks later, and JJ was at a toy store, pretending like he didn’t feel a little ridiculous standing there, trying to figure out how to even find something for you. He wasn’t used to this whole “buying things for people” thing, but this wasn’t just anyone. This was you. And you deserved it.

He wandered through the aisles, finally spotting it: the Sylvanian Families set, sitting there like it was just waiting for him to come through.

He grabbed it off the shelf, and with a casualness that didn’t quite match how his chest was tightening, he headed over to where you were standing. You’d been following him around, all confused, not having any clue about what he was up to.

“JJ, what are we doing here?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He just shrugged. “You’ll see.”

When he handed you the toy, your eyes flickered over it for a second, then slowly widened. “Wait, no way...”

“Yeah way,” he said, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal, but he could feel the smile tugging at his lips. “I remember you talking about it. Thought you might like it.”

You stared at it, at a loss for words for a second. But then, you glanced up at him, soft and a little surprised, and JJ’s heart did that stupid flutter thing.

“You—JJ, you didn’t have to...”

“I know,” he said, shrugging. “But I wanted to.”

And for some reason, saying that felt good. It wasn’t just about the toy. It was about how much he cared about making you happy. You were important to him in a way that made him want to do this, to give you something you never thought you’d get.

You bit your lip, clearly struggling not to smile too big, but it wasn’t working. You gave up and smiled at him, the kind of smile that had him feeling a little warmer than usual.

“Thank you, JJ.” Your voice was soft, but he could hear the way it meant everything.

He didn’t need anything else, honestly. Just that look on your face was enough. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

And when you leaned into him, pressing your head to his shoulder with that quiet little sigh of yours, he felt like he could just stay like that forever. Because this? Taking care of you? This was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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[lawboysammyy]

clark kent x sensitive!reader

• sensitive!reader and clark met when he found her standing in the hallway with teary eyes, practically shaking because she was having a bit of a freak out over her english teacher’s scolding

• she acquired the nickname “angel” after a halloween party when she was dressed as an angel and forced clark to be the devil on her shoulder

• now angel is a sweet girl, really, but she can be a bit of a crybaby when things get too overwhelming

• clark has learned that the best way to calm his girl down after a rough day is letting her lay on his strong chest and take a long nap

• if you can’t find sensitive!reader, she’s probably asleep in either her bed or clark’s, or she’s making baked goods with martha kent

• angel doesn’t have many friends, but she does get quite close with mrs. kent once she and clark start dating

• clark and angel may seem like she would be a bit too much for clark and his crazy life, but the kent boy really does enjoy knowing that he’ll always know how to come to his girl’s rescue; a forehead kiss and long nap with her head in clark’s lap

author’s note: feel free to send in asks about clark or one of the readers 😊

[daisyducky05]

Why can’t I have this 🥲🥲

pear-scented soap. [blurb.]

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summary | steve knows just how to calm you down when he finds you cowering in a mess of your own sick.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!steve little!reader), puke/throw up, past trauma with parents getting upset over throwing up, scared!little!reader, SOFT!steve so soft he’s the softest ever!!, big hurtcomfort vibes

word count | 477

requested by anon | I feel like hurt/comfort for throwing up or having a fear of being sick would be so cute with Chris or Steve 🥺 or like hurt/comfort because reader has been sick and made a mess and is scared because when they were younger they had shitty parents who got angry at them for puking, 💕🥺

an | hey friend thankyou so much for your request, and sorry it took so so so long for me to write it!! i kind of just imagined baby eun and her safe!dad!steve for this one since she gets tummy aches quite a bit, hope you enjoy!

“Oh, baby,” Steve exhales as soon as his searching eyes find you cowering near the end of the hallway, sat in a puddle of your own vomit with big warm tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

Flinching at the sound of his voice, you let out a hoarse whimper, lowering your head in shame and fear as the tall man begins to approach you, his knees bent in hopes of appearing less intimidating.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” your daddy’s voice calls, only causing more anxiety to build in your chest as your bottom lip wobbles, your salty tears mixing in with the sour taste of your sick at your mouth.

Too frightened to respond, you simply squeak in fear, the pathetic sounds of your whimpering breaking the gentle man’s heart as he stands now only a few feet away from you, crouching down onto his knees.

“You get a tummy ache, honey? That’s okay; everyone gets sick sometimes, sweetie. Daddy’s not angry with you; you’re not in trouble.”

“’m s-sorry, Daddy… r-really sorry,” you ramble, unable to bring your watery eyes up to meet his soft blue gaze.

“Shh-shh shhh, pumpkin. No need for sorries; can Daddy pick you up, sweet girl? Wanna bring you to the bathroom and get you all cleaned up.”

“N-no bath, please, no bath,” you begin to beg, your stomach starting to ache again at just the thought of being forced into the water.

“Hey, okay, sweetheart,” Steve agrees as he shushes you gently, reaching out as carefully as he can and gathering you into his arms. “We don’t have to take a bath, peanut. How about Daddy takes a nice warm washcloth and cleans you off, and then we can get you into some new, clean jammies and snuggle. That sound okay, bub?”

“N-no bath?” you ask again, blinking heavily as you’re lifted into the air and carried to the washroom.

Setting you down on the counter, Steve brushes your hair back from your face, leaning down and planting a kiss on your feverish forehead. “No bath, doll. Just a nice warm cloth, and some baby soap. Remember, the stuff we got you that smells like pears?”

“Gonna smell yummy again,” you tell yourself innocently as Steve grabs a soft cloth from the cabinet, wetting it with tepid water before pumping out a bit of the sweet-scented foam and returning to you.

“That’s right, sweet girl. Gonna smell aalll yummy again, gonna have to be careful, Daddy just might eat you up,” he teases lightly as he brings the cloth up to wipe at your face, taking a moment to brush his thumb over your cheek once it’s clean, looking you in the eyes. “Gonna get you feeling all better, princess,” he whispers softly, and the look in his eyes is more than enough to convince you that he means it. “Promise.”