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[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

[msgexymunson]

Forbidden Fruit Part 5

Description: the situation has come to a head, and you prepare to run off into the sunset with Eddie. But, will you be able to come back? 

A/N: so, this 'one shot' turned into a 5 part freakin' torrid romance! Thank you guys for the support! This is the final part, I hope you enjoy it. Remember, I live for your reblogs and comments, I need them like Tinkerbell needs claps. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Minors DNI this ain't for you! Dom Eddie, Fem reader, age gap, reader 21 Eddie early 40s, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (that's how you make babies) anal (that's NOT how you make babies), eloping, spit play, like one spank, parental confrontations, angst with happy ending.

7.5k words

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Is this even happening right now? 

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the figure in front of you. He looks frantic, eyes wide and a little wild, hairs flying free from the low bun on his head. The mark your father gifted him has blossomed on his eye; it's a little swollen, glowing with a flesh flower of purple and yellow.

"How did you even get in-" 

"Oh, your Dad forgot he gave me a spare key. I saw your mom leave. I've been waiting for days, your house has been like fuckin' Alcatraz." 

You nod, fully aware of how crazy it's gotten.

"Eddie… Vegas?" You say, reaching for his face with a soft touch. Wincing, he holds your hand with his, enveloping it as he brushes his lips against your fingers sending a shiver up your spine. 

"Listen. The weekend we had, all I could think was that I wanted it to be real. Every time I heard Mr and Mrs Munson, it fucking hurt." He looks away briefly; it's like this is difficult to admit. You wait patiently, hand still in his. 

"I- I love you sweetheart." Gaze back on yours, his eyes are soft and glassy. 

"I love you too, so much. But Eddie, you still haven't said. Vegas?" Prompting again, your heart in your throat, airway constricted with feelings. You know what he's saying, but you want him to say it. You need him to say it. 

"I wanna marry you sweetheart. I want… no, I need to wake up with you every day, in my arms. If you'll have me?" Large hands find your waist, holding you in front of him as you look into his bourbon whiskey eyes. 

"Yes. I'll have you." Grinning like an idiot, you wrap your arms around his neck, the gesture so natural and right it brings tears to your eyes. The kiss you share is soft, but brief. 

"As much as I want to just hold you right now, we need to go, in case you're widowed before we even get hitched." He's chuckling, but the edge of nerves is prominent in his voice. 

"OK, gimme like five minutes." 

Never has a duffel bag been filled so fast. Clothes, underwear, shoes, toothbrush; you're not even sure what you've packed, but the bag is full, so that will have to do. Eddie grabs the bag as if it's weightless and throws it on his shoulder, ushering you out with his hand on the small of your back. 

"Wait, I need to leave a note at least, otherwise he might call the police or something."

He might anyway, he's lost it. 

You scribble down that you've gone on a trip and you'll be back, so you can all talk about this like adults. That last part is underlined. Signing your name, you both hustle out of your house and into Eddie's waiting truck. 

As he drives away, the magnitude of what you're doing truly hits you. Is this what you want? You and Eddie, Mr and Mrs Munson, until death do you part? 

You steal a glance at Eddie whilst he's driving. His strong jaw, the spackling of day old stubble, his serious concentration face he wears when he's driving. Any doubts you have melt, disintegrating into those beautiful eyes. He's the one. He's always been the one. 

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Sunlight is dwindling, fading over the horizon slowly as you pull into a motel car park for the night. The room is… well, it's there. A bed and a bathroom, fitted with outdated decor that would look more at home in the 70's, including the lumpy mattress. It will do for now, merely a pit stop on the road. 

Flumping down onto the ancient mattress, a dust cloud fluffing up, you stretch your arms towards Eddie, making grabby hands at him. 

He laughs, dumping your bags before dramatically falling on top of you with all his weight. 

"Eddie, I'm dying…" you croak out in a feigned weak voice, shutting your eyes and allowing your tongue to loll out of your mouth. 

The drama is short lived however, as he runs the tip of his tongue over yours. 

"Eddie!" You admonish, "I'm trying to die here, stop making it sexy!" 

"Sweetheart, I can't help what turns you on." Smirking, he lands sloppy kisses on your mouth, all wet spit and smacking noises. 

"Baby, you animal, can we eat first?" 

"I was planning to." The kisses turn sultry, lips and nips trace up to your earlobe, sucking the skin in the way he knows you love. 

"Eddie…" a warning tone, but there's an obvious lack of bite. 

"OK, food. Gotcha." He's off you then, bouncing to his feet, leaving you breathing hard and heavy on the bed. 

Eddie knows. The grin he's wearing is sinful, but for once he doesn't tease you. All he does is grab leaflets for nearby places and gets you to choose. Settling on a nearby pizza place, a gentle kiss is perched on your forehead as he leaves to get your order. 

The grime that had gathered on you for the last few days is getting to you, so you take a long shower whilst he's gone. At the very least, the showers are hot. Basking under the steaming water, you rinse the dirt away and grab a less than fluffy towel from the rack, drying off. 

You slip on the silk robe you managed to bring and sit cross legged on the bed just in time to see Eddie hustle through the door. 

Eddie makes it inside, shutting the door behind him, moving with purpose. Until he sees you, that is. He staggers back dramatically then, as if he's about to faint. 

"Sweetheart, you expect me to eat whilst you're in that robe? How can I concentrate on food with you looking hotter than sin?" 

You smirk, tying it tighter around your body, perky nipples creating peaks in the fabric. 

"Give me my pizza and then you can have what you want." 

"Oh… might have to hold you to that" He smirks, passing you the take out boxes. 

You both sit and eat, drinking a couple of beers between you. The pizza is soon demolished and you lie back in lumpy pillows, sated and content. 

"So…do I get my dessert now? Please?" 

Eddie's raking over your form with hungry eyes, mentally stripping you bare of clothes with just one heated glance. A nod and he's on you, sucking a bruise so hard in your neck you fear it might be permanent. 

As he starts to run his tongue down your throat, you push him off with a little force that shocks him completely. 

"What's wrong? You OK?" He asks as he pulls away, deeply concerned by your actions. 

"We're getting married right? I forgot, I need something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue!" 

"Really?" He chuckles, looking at your panicked eyes, "right now?" 

"Yes! I mean, it's bad luck, isn't it? What if we get there and I don't have them, or what if-" 

"Stop. Just breathe sweetheart." His soulful eyes drill into yours, finding the calm and bringing it to the surface. You take a deep breath and squeeze his hands with yours. 

"OK. I mean, I've got something old, my birthstone ring, had it for as long as I can remember." As you speak you flash your hand at him, indicating the tiny band with the small sparkling stone set in it. 

Eddie plants a kiss over the top of it, setting your insides on fire. 

"Right, one down. As for something borrowed, you can always borrow this." 

He takes a small unassuming ring off his finger. It doesn't sit well with the rest, tarnished and old looking; what looks like a mood stone is set in the centre. Wordlessly he hands it to you. 

Turning it over in your hands, you look up at him with glistening eyes. 

"It was my moms." 

"It's really pretty." 

"So was she." 

Seems that's all the information he's willing to give. You try it on a couple of fingers before you settle on your thumb. 

"Hmm, tiny hands" He laughs, rubbing your palms with his thumbs. 

"So, what about-" 

"Listen. I was gonna wait for this, but if you need this now…" 

He gets up, striding toward his abandoned leather jacket and fishes around for a moment. Then, he's back, a small black ring box in his hand. 

"I was gonna do this in Vegas but-" 

Flipping it open, you see a dainty ring inside. A beautifully cut diamond nestled in the centre, surrounded by what appears to be a ring of rubies, set in a thin white gold band. 

"Eddie, what the- when?" You ask, a lump forming in your throat, constricting it with emotion. 

"The day after my little confession. It was wild I know, I thought I might have a chance to talk to you, talk to your dad, but he lost it and I… I panicked." He shrugs, like buying some expensive engagement ring is normal behaviour. 

"Eddie…" words escape you momentarily as you stare dumbfounded at Eddie. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Do I like it? It's like you pulled it out of my brain, it's gorgeous!" 

Eddie grins massively, slipping the ring out of the box and sliding it gently onto your ring finger. Surprisingly, it fits. Turning your hand this way and that, you watch the stones glimmer in the lamp light. Words cannot express the feelings churning through you as you watch the light refract from the diamond. 

"Eddie its too much-" 

"Nope. Not having it. It's for you, if anything it's not enough. You deserve, like- a herd of ponies and a private island or something." 

You laugh loudly, sheer joy overrunning all senses as you stare at the ring.

"So, you wanna tell me what this is really about sweetheart?" 

"Huh?" You tear your eyes away from the sparkling rock and look him in the eyes. 

"Come here." He says, patting his thigh. 

You swing your legs over him, thighs sitting side saddle against his muscular jean clad legs. Immediately he grabs the back of your neck, his other hand stroking at the inside of your knee. Face forced to look at him, you can't escape the serious look in his eye. 

He continues, "what is this about? You having doubts about this, 'bout us?" 

Shock widens your eyes. 

"No! Not at all, it's just… well it's silly." 

His look softens as he begins to stroke your inner thigh. "No it isn't, not if you're worried. What is it?" 

His hands are all consuming, filling your senses with nothing but his touch. 

"It's just… I'm a student. I'm not earning any money. And after that, I've got more training so I can be a teacher. I don't want you to have to… I dunno, provide for me I suppose." Your eyes dip downwards, almost ashamed of your own deepest thoughts. 

"Hey. Look at me, my good girl." 

Your body won't let you disobey the command in his voice, no matter how soft it is. Your eyes flash up to meet his in an instant. 

"I want this. I want you, and everything that means." His hand on your leg traces higher, whispering over the soft skin and dipping unseen, but not unfelt, underneath your robe. 

"I know you're still getting your qualifications and that's fine. I've got a big house sweetheart, two cars, hell I own the mechanic shop outright. I've got more money than I know what to do with." 

His hand trails even higher, rough fingertips grazing your slit making you gasp. Running his fingers up and down your folds gently, gathering seeping wetness, he continues. 

"The only thing I'm missing- is you. I can't stop thinking about you being mine, my partner, my wife. I'll pay for your schooling if I have to, I don't care. I need you in my life." 

"Eddie… I don't know what to say. Do- do you mean it?" You ask, eyes glossing over. 

"Sweetheart, I've never been more serious in all my life." 

His middle finger breaches your entrance then, just enough for you to feel it and start clenching. It's toying with you almost, just up to the first knuckle. 

"So, you still want me, sweetheart?" 

"O-oh of course- oh fuck!" 

He plunges two thick fingers deep inside you suddenly, pulling a needy howl from you at the unexpected pressure. Plunging them in and out of your wet heat he continues to hold your neck in place, keeping you staring at him. 

"Keep looking at me. I need to see you come. Can you do that? Can you come for me sweetheart?" 

You whine in response, a shake working its way over your skin and outstretching into the air around you, the room practically humming in anticipation. 

"I asked a question…" his voice is lilting, as if amused. His fingers keep his persistent drilling into your soaked cunt, the squelching noise echoing through the trashy room. 

"Y-yes Eddie" you respond, a whisper, a shadow of a promise. 

"That's my girl." 

The relentless pounding of his digits into your sodden pussy continue, unrelenting. You wail, convulsing almost, your slick heat contracting around his fingers hard as a ring of your creamy wetness circles them. 

Pressure mounts in your abdomen, the force pressing on your belly in waves. Eyes flutter shut briefly until Eddie's grasp on the back of your neck borders pain. They snap back open. 

"Eyes on me sweetheart." 

His gaze on you is unwavering, staring straight at you and into your soul. 

"You gonna come for me my girl? My beautiful, dirty girl? You look so pretty when you come." 

His words push you over the edge, striking straight at your cunt. You fall apart on his command, the magnitude of your release shaking your limbs. You're only dimly aware of the impossibly loud squelching sound that keeps going as he works you through your orgasm. 

As the stars start finally clearing from your vision you stare back at him gormlessly. 

Eddie finally removes his fingers from your core and shows his shining hand to you. 

"Soaked me sweetheart. Pretty sure you've ruined my jeans." 

Swinging your legs away from his lap you see the full extent of your release. The dark patch on his jeans is surprisingly large, absolutely drenched with your cum. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry-" 

"Don't apologise. That's hot as hell. Now, take my pants off for me sweetheart." 

Quirking an eyebrow at his request, you still oblige, unhooking the belt and shimmying his jeans off of his taut frame. You notice, with a flash of embarrassment, that your release has even soaked through to his boxers, leaving a damp patch on one side. Removing those too and flinging them away, you gawp at his rock hard length. Every time you see it, you think it's not going to fit, even though you have literal evidence to the contrary. 

"What now, Mr Munson?" You jokingly ask, mischief lacing your words. 

"Hmmm" He hums deeply, eyes impossibly dark, "so polite. I want you to ride me a little. I want to see that sexy body of yours bouncing in my lap. Think you can do that for me sweetheart?" 

You're nodding enthusiastically before you realise, slipping your silk robe off to join his bundle of clothes. 

Straddling him, you tease him just a little, your soaking lips dragging across his hardened length. Almost expecting him to admonish you for your bating movements, you stare into his eyes. Oh, he just looks amused, lips pulled into a playful half smirk. A look you have seen before, many times, which makes you realise that you were really in for it. 

Petulantly you tug at the hem off his shirt and give him a childish pout. "Off." 

"As you wish." The grin remains as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it into the void. 

Stunned by his body for a second, you run your fingertips over muscles, tattoos and chest hairs, feeling him tighten under your ministrations. 

Enough teasing, you need him now. 

Holding his throbbing member with one hand, you line him up and slowly sink down until you're sitting flush on his lap. A mutual groan flies out of both of your lips; the feeling of him filling you completely, unsure where one ends and the other begins, is simply otherworldly. If you could bottle it you could make a fucking fortune. 

Eddie's hands grasp you firmly by the hips, dragging you forcibly up and down his staggering length. You do your best to keep up, using your thighs and your hands on his chest as leverage, but he is relentless today. Before you realise it, your head is lolling to one side, bones in your neck a distant memory. You can't think, only feel. 

Eddie knows. 

"Aw, sweetheart, fucked dumb already huh?" He asks, mocking words dripping from his tongue like bitter sweet honey. 

"I- I can't" are the only words you can manage, his unbroken pounding into you filling your entire being. 

"Shouldn't tease me so much then," he half laughs, and sits up, climbing to his knees to flip you backwards onto the bed. His arm hooks underneath your knee to bring it close to your chest as his powerful thrusts continue. 

"Holy shit, Eddie!" You squeal, cunt clamping around him hard. 

"My sweetheart gonna come again? That's it baby," his words are soft, juxtaposed against his ruthless drives into your sodden heat. 

You clench even harder if that were possible, fingers winding into his hair and pulling hard. Eddie grunts in satisfaction at the gesture as he bites his lip. His pleasured face pushes you over the edge, falling into the deepest depths of your orgasm, moaning your release to the heavens. 

"What a fucking good girl" He groans, releasing your leg so he can grab both of your hands, holding them above your head as he pumps out his release deep inside. You feel the throb of it which gives you that extra wave of pleasure. 

Lips crash into each other, arms pulling tight, the need to be closer palpable. 

You're kissing, and kissing, until an unexpected ringing brings you both out of your post sex daze. 

Is it the phone in the room? Who knows you're here? Panic sets itself deep behind your eyes. Maybe your parents had tracked you down? 

Eddie must sense your unease as he shushes you gently, planting a soft kiss to your forehead which helps release some of your tension. 

He gets up, pads naked over to the phone and picks it up as you tug the bedsheet around you. 

"Hello?" 

You hear the scratchy sound of a shitty phone line, no real words, just noise. Eddie starts smirking bizarrely, twisting the cord with one finger. 

"Of course. We'll keep it down. Sorry." 

Replacing the receiver with a click his grin spreads further as he looks at you. 

"Reception said they had two noise complaints, and asked us to be a little quieter." 

"Oh my God." Your cheeks flush with heat as you pull the blanket higher up to hide, only your eyes and the top of your head visible. 

"Don't be embarrassed." He says, laughing. 

"Easy for you to say, you're proud of yourself!" 

He pulls the cover down to get at your mouth, kissing you softly, and breathes the words on your cheek. 

"Yeah, maybe a little." 

Giggling, you slap his arm and he pulls you in for a squeeze of a hug, strong arms pinning yours to the side. 

"Hey, I've got a young, hot fiancée, I'm allowed to be a little cocky." 

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The first thing you noticed about Vegas was the noise. It was early afternoon but the place was a bustling hive of activity; loud chatting groups of excited tourists mingled with the cries of people pushing pamphlets and coupons into their hands. The dings and crashes and tinny music blaring from casinos, along with the honks of car horns and engines, and the weird and wonderful racket of street performers all blended into an overwhelming cacophony which filled your brain like some sort of drug. You could understand how people could get lost in the pull of it; hours, days passing in a place that never sleeps. 

The hotel you were staying in was at least better than the motel, but it was still a little… odd. Only dumping bags and running you had little time to take in your surroundings, but what you did see made you laugh. There was an actual stuffed tiger in the lobby, along with several pieces of erotic art. The weirdness didn't stop there; the massive mirror over the circular bed in your room piqued your interest, as well as the sparkly wallpaper and fake zebra skins on the floor. Not that any of it mattered. You and Eddie were getting married, and that was at the forefront of your mind the whole time. 

Mr and Mrs Munson. Mr and Mrs Munson. 

Stupid things were making you panic. You needed to practise your new signature. You would have to change your passport. Why your brain was focusing on the craziest things, you had no idea. Chalking it up to pre wedding jitters, you walk arm in arm with your future husband, eyes seeking out the next goal: a wedding dress. 

A glitzy store with full glass frontage and brass fixtures caught your eye, and you stopped to look at the dresses in the window. It wasn't a bridal boutique by any means, but the gowns in the window were more tasteful than any you had walked past in the hour or so you'd been searching. 

"This, this is the place." You halt in front of the shop, squeezing Eddie's hand. 

"OK, let's go." 

"No." You say forcefully, placing your palm on his chest. He looks at you confused, and a little hurt, but doesn't say a word. 

"You can't see it, it's bad luck!" You explain as his features give way to a smile. 

"Fine, you win. I'll find a Chapel. Anything I should know before I do?" He asks, cocking his head with the question.

"Yes. Please, no fat Elvis impersonators. I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face." 

"You sure? Don't wanna be married by The King?" 

Your scrunched up face makes Eddie laugh, throwing his head back. "OK, I get that. I'll find somewhere… tasteful. Well, I'll try to." He smirks, placing a card in your hands. 

"What's this?" 

"My credit card. Go nuts sweetheart." 

A lump firms in your throat at the level of trust. Despite that, it just doesn't feel right. 

"Eddie, I can't accept this." 

"You don't have a choice. Just take it, I'll feel better knowing you ain't counting pennies. Honestly, it's cool. This way you can get what you want." 

Shoulders slumping in defeat, you give in, accepting the card and slipping it into your pocket.

"Now, wait for me here. I don't wanna lose you." 

He plants a kiss on your forehead and walks off. 

Inside the shop, you know Eddie giving you his credit card was the right choice. It even smells expensive. The woman waiting for customers greets you with an enormous smile, and you explain what you are looking for. After a little search and a try on, you leave the shop with your dress, new shoes, and even a small veil from another place the store sent out for. You were ready. 

Eddie finds you twenty minutes later, with a love sick grin on his face. 

"I found somewhere, I think you'll like it. So, you find what you need?" 

"Yeah, I'm good" You smile back, handing him his card. 

"You can keep hold of it sweetheart."

"Nooooo" you say with feeling, forcing it into his hand, "that's just fucking dangerous." 

He laughs and takes your hand in his, ushering you into a waiting taxi. 

The cab pulls up to an unassuming building, pastel pink stucco covering the outside, along with a tiny steeple and fake bell. Taking a deep breath, you walk in, Eddie's hand firmly in the small of your back to guide you. At this point, you'd let him guide you anywhere. 

They know you are coming, the smiling ladies at the desk, and one of them leaps up in a cloud of perfume and blonde hair, leading you away immediately. 

"Heard all about you, so lovely to meet you! We've got somewhere for you to change, just come with me!" 

She introduces herself as Brenda, and leads you to a tiny back room with a full length mirror and a clothes rail and insists on helping you with your dress. She's talking a mile a minute, helping you to calm your nerves. 

"Oh he is handsome isn't he! And you are just lovely, I can see why he likes you. And the way he looks at you! Oh it's just so lovely. Let me help you with the zip honey. Oh, aren't you just a vision! Do a twirl, that's it, just perfect! You ready?" 

Am I ready? 

You stare at your reflection; the last time you'll look at yourself single. Butterflies dance in your belly, but searching your feelings you know it's excitement and not nerves. You want this; you can feel deep in your soul that this is the right decision. Staring down at your engagement ring, your birthstone ring, and his mother's ring on your thumb on the other hand, you smile.

"I'm ready." 

With a final spritz of perfume at your retreating back, Brenda waves you off and you walk into the room where you will marry the love of your life. 

The wedding march plays on a creaky organ as you walk down the short aisle. 

As your gaze lands on Eddie, your heart beats in your throat. He's wearing that tailored suit of his, but a white shirt now hugs his torso. No tie, as you could have predicted, but a sprig of cornflowers is tucked into his suit jacket pocket. 

Something blue.

It makes you smile, and cements the fact that this is right. He couldn't have known you'd pick a blue dress for the same reason, but here you were, matching. 

Your beautiful satin gown mirrored the powder blue in the flower, flared slightly at the waist to sit gently on your knee. The tasteful neckline scooped, sitting at your chest with an elegant fold. You had blue paper flowers interwoven in your hair, with a net veil tucked backwards away from your face. 

Your eyes never left him for a second. Vision locked, you stared at him pouring every ounce of your love into your gaze with each step you took towards him. Eddie's eyes seemed glassy. Was he about to cry? The thought made tears of your own well up. 

Reaching the end, you stop and face him. 

"Something blue huh?" You whisper, nodding at his flower accompaniment. 

"Something blue" He smiles, gesturing at your dress. "You look incredible." 

Keening at the praise, you look down for the first time and notice his heavy black biker boots. 

He shuffles uncomfortably in place. 

"I, er, forgot my shoes." 

"It's perfect. Very you." Smiling, you grasp his hand, and nod at the officiary in front of you. 

The officiary goes through the vows, up until it's time for the rings. 

The rings! How could I forget the rings?! 

Eddie's small smile is enough to calm you, as he reaches into his inside pocket and hands you a simple white gold band. He's holding a matching one. 

You flash a warm smile at him, one he reciprocates with a disarming wink. This is the man you fell for; always ready, fixing a situation, making everything OK with just a glance. 

The service ends quickly. They must have a quota to meet or something as before you know it, you are ushered outside and another couple are making their forever I Do's. 

"So, what now, Mr Munson?" You ask, threading your arms around his waist. 

"Hmmm, whatever Mrs Munson wants" He replies, nudging his nose with yours. 

The giggle that bubbles out of your mouth comes unbidden and doesn't seem to want to stop. 

"I think we should drink to our happily ever after, don't you?"  

"OK" he sighs, "one drink. Then, hotel. I wanna consummate this thing right now." 

The giggle turns into belly laughs as you respond, "I bet you do. But first a toast!" 

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Well. It turns out, Vegas gives a lot of things to newlyweds. A free steak dinner, some free spins, and free drinks. A lot of free drinks. The afternoon had bled into late evening, and your cheeks hurt from the permanent smile etched on your face.

You both stumble towards the rented room and open it with a key card on the third attempt. Making your way into the room, Eddie stops you in your tracks. 

"No, I gotta do this right" He mutters, as he lifts you up and cradles you in his arms to cross the threshold. 

"Eddie!" You shriek, wiggling in his arms as he lifts you into the room, banging the door shut with his foot. 

Eddie places you less than gracefully on the bed, the mattress wobbling under your weight. He hovers over you, looking distressed for a moment. 

"Fuck" He says, almost defeated, his knee forcing your legs apart.

"What?" 

"I used all my moves on you. Dunno what to do" He huffs into your neck, the hot air making you shiver. 

"You silly bastard" you laugh, grabbing at his arms in a futile attempt to pull him in.

"No, 'sgot to be special!" He whines childishly. 

"Eddie…" you attempt to get his attention, but he continues to look distraught, lips dragging soft and sloppy kisses over your neck. Inhibitions have truly left the building; the alcohol, eloping, and the feel of his hands all over you had you feeling rebellious.

"Well, you can always- stick it in my ass." 

The statement pulls him out of his overcome revelry and lifts his head to gape at you, soft brown eyes trying to judge if you're being serious or not.

"Huh??" 

"Well, you want to. You said it before. It'll… mark the occasion." You smirk at him, lifting your dress over your head and discarding it on one of the garish rugs in the room. 

Pretty underwear displayed, Eddie's eyes rake over your frame. All barely there light blue lace hugs your curves. His gaze covets your physique, roaming up and down your body with reckless abandon. 

"Well, you want to?" You ask, turning around beneath him so that your ass is pointing at him, almost wiggling in anticipation. 

"Ooh you dirty fuckin' girl" He breathes out, quickly freeing himself of his suit jacket and shirt. 

The rough pull of his hands forcing your hips up elicits a squeak from you, and before you know it he's running his tongue across your clothed pussy, dragging it up and up, and over your hole. Whimpering at the new sensation, you find yourself pushing back unconsciously onto his tongue.

"Fuck, my dirty girl. My dirty wife." 

Suddenly he hooks his tongue into the flimsy stripe of your panties, and you feel it against your bare ring. The sensation is new; different but very welcome. Moaning wantonly, your fingers grip onto the bed sheets. 

Eddie wrestles your underwear off you then, roughly working them down your thighs and off. Your bra goes too, flung into the abyss. Manhandling you back into position, your ass unceremoniously up in the air, he massages your cheeks with coarse hands. 

"Legs wider for me, sweetheart." 

You shuffle your knees, starting to feel self conscious in your position, but it's not good enough. 

"I said wider." 

A sharp smack to your ass takes you entirely by surprise, buzzing over your skin. A moan comes out of you at the sensation. 

"I think she likes that!" You can hear the smile in his voice. You move your knees further out to accommodate him. The lack of sound coming from him is making you feel uncomfortable, until you feel a soft kiss, just a simple brush of his lips against the cheek he just struck. 

"So fuckin' beautiful." 

He's licking into you then, tongue breaching your hole as he slips a finger deep into your cunt. 

"Oh fuck, Eddie!" 

It feels so messy, so naughty; the wet noises of Eddie's wiggling tongue, and of his thick finger pulling squelching sounds from deep within are loud and salacious. He hums satisfaction into you, the vibration driving you wild. The need is throbbing from you, your clit twitching at nothing. 

It's almost getting too much to take, his incessant movements making you feral with desires. 

"Eddie, please!" 

You expect teasing from him, a sarcastic comment, a pouting voice, but nothing comes. You just feel the emptiness of his tongue and finger exiting you, leaving you clenching at nothing. Then, the sound of his belt, clear as a bell. There's rustling, and a very quiet 'fuck'. 

"What's wrong Eddie?" You ask, trying to look over your shoulder. 

"Forgot my boots" He laughs, as he frantically tries to rid himself of his pants, boxers and boots in one go. You giggle at his eagerness. 

All laughter stops however when you feel him release a globule of spit directly on your hole. It has you clenching around nothing, thighs clenching at the seediness of it all. 

Then, his arms are on either side of your shoulders as he crowds over you, bare skin sliding on your back, his cock pushed between your legs. Hot breath fans the shell of your ear; his wavy hair tickling your neck. 

"You sure you wanna do this, pretty girl?" 

"Yes, please Eddie." 

He kisses your cheek, then your shoulder, soft, loving kisses that make your insides melt. 

"You tell me if it's too much sweetheart."

Kneeling up, he lines himself up with your hole, spitting down again at where you are so close to being joined, and pushes against you. 

The tip slides in and you gasp. It's not painful as such, just uncomfortable. Eddie's large hand strokes down your back, soothing you. 

"Just relax sweetheart." 

Heeding his words, you breathe through your nose and out through your mouth. 

"Look at you, doing such a good job. I'm gonna go further, OK?" 

"Y-yeah" you manage, the praise fluttering in your tummy. As he softly caresses your back with his hand, he pushes his length into you slowly, until he's fully seated inside. 

"Fuuuck… so tight sweetheart, holy shit." 

His breathing is laboured, both hands now grasping onto your hips for dear life. 

You feel… full. Not unpleasantly so. As you relax around his length, your pussy begins to flutter in the absence of attention. A mixture of your slick and his spit is wetting your thighs, a cooler contrast to the heat throbbing inside you. 

"Eddie, you can move." 

"No I fucking can't" He half laughs, though it sounds slightly strained as he's stroking your skin. 

"Eddie!" 

"OK, OK," he mumbles, pulling out slightly and pushing back in. The feeling is odd, foreign, but with each thrust it pushes the sensations into those of pleasure. You're moaning now, losing yourself in it as pressure mounts in your abdomen. 

"Fuck" Eddie's hips stutter slightly, "forgot about the ceiling mirror." 

He stops for a moment, clearly losing himself in staring at the two of you conjoined in your sinful position. From here, you couldn't see even if you tried, and the heat pooling from you, the pulsating need, is taking over. So, you push back on his cock, moving your own hips back and forth, chasing your release. 

"Holy shit, look at you, think I married a fuckin' porn star, fuck" 

His grip tightens again as he thrusts into you harder, grunting with the effort. 

Your climax is hurtling towards you violently, the force of it shaking you from the inside out. 

"Eddie, Oh I'm gonna- I'm cumming!" 

You explode, liquid fire running in your veins, pulsing out with each roll of Eddie's hips. It doesn't burn, how could it? You're barely there, floating to the heavens on a cloud of ecstasy.

"Sweetheart, gripping me too tight, w-where-" 

"Inside, please baby, cum inside me I wanna feel it!" 

Eddie releases in you with one final powerful thrust. The throb of his orgasm extends your own, wildfire licking at each nerve ending in immeasurable waves. 

Finally, you slump into the mattress, sweating and spent. Eddie flops on top of you, peeling away the hair that had stuck to your neck. 

"You alright there princess?" 

"Yeah" you breathe out, "didn't think it was gonna be that good. I think I left my body for a second there." 

He chuckles, slipping out of you and rolling onto the bed. You lie next to him, snuggled contentedly into his chest. You glance up and see your two bodies entwined, legs wrapped up in each others, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. 

"The mirrors a bit creepy." 

"That's a shame, I kinda want one now." 

You giggle, lightly smacking his chest. 

"Pervert." 

"Hmm, now, who was the one who was begging for a dick in the ass?" 

"Eddie!" You shriek, embarrassed. 

"Just saying. We're both perverts. Wanna take a shower, Mrs Munson?" 

"Only if you join me, Mr Munson." 

You feel the smile on his lips as he presses them against your forehead. 

"See? Pervert." 

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Your stomach is tied tight into a clump of a knot, stressed strands intermingling and tugging on your organs. You try to breathe, feeling the tension in your head subside slightly, but it's still there. Glancing over at Eddie in the driver's seat he gives you a small smile and a reassuring pat on your knee, rough thumb brushing encouragement. It helps. 

You're parked outside Eddie's house, having driven back after a couple of days of marital bliss, but now the real world is knocking. Eddie had to go back to the shop to check on things, and you need to talk to your parents. 

"You can do it, I know you can" Eddie whispers softly. 

"Yes, I can. Come on." 

Setting your jaw in determination, you reach out for the handle to let yourself out of the truck. 

Both of you stand on the sidewalk, his hand firmly grasped in yours. 

"Are you sure you want me to come with you?" Eddie looks worried, discomfort evident. No surprise considering what happened the last time he saw your dad. 

"Yes, definitely. They need to know we're serious. Let's go." 

He lets you lead the way across the street and outside your parents house. Both cars are in the driveway, a good indication that your mom and dad are both home. Taking one final deep breath, you knock on the door. 

The door opens a crack, and your mom's face appears. Then it's flung open wide crashing in the frame and she's crushing you in a bone crunching embrace. 

"Oh thank God you're safe I was so worried! Honey I'm so sorry, come in, come in!" 

She's dragging you inside and Eddie sheepishly follows just behind you. Her hands are cradling your face, as if she's looking for signs of pain. 

"Mom, I'm OK. I'm great. I'm happy" You reassure her with a tight smile, pulling her hands down to her sides. It's as if she just notices Eddie is there, eyes flitting between you two as you grasp his hand firmly again. For your strength, as well as his. 

"Honey, you know all I want is for you to be happy. If he's the man you want, I'll stand by-" 

Her encouraging words are cut off by the gruff tones of your father from the kitchen.

"Is that her?" He booms, and you jump slightly, trying to will the confidence that you just held back into your spine. 

He appears then, cheeks an angry red, the stern look set into his face slightly marred by the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

"Now Mick, we discussed-"

Your mom begins but he moves her aside to try and step towards you. His eyes quickly move to Eddie but you stand in front of him like a shield. 

"You can get out of my house right now!" 

"Dad, can we just-" 

He points a finger at you, eyes dragging away from Eddie and towards you again. 

"Now you listen here young lady-" 

"No!" 

It comes out loud, louder than you expected it to. Shock emanates from him in waves as he stares at you open mouthed. 

Softer, you continue. 

"No. You listen. You've said enough and you've not let me speak, through any of this." 

Your father attempts to regain composure. The accusing finger is laid to rest, and he nods at you. Taking it as the best sign you can, you finally have your say. 

"I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a woman. I can make my own decisions, and I've decided. I love Eddie. I love him with all my heart. He's the one for me, now and always." 

Eddie doesn't say anything; he's letting you have your moment, so he just places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. You reach up with your own hand, your left hand, and squeeze right back. Mom's eyes widen when she notices the rings. 

"I want you to accept this, to accept us. This happened, whether you like it or not. Eddie's a good man, you know he is. I love you all. Please don't make me choose between you, because-" biting back tears, you try and stay strong, "because I'll always choose my husband." 

The silence is loaded and deafening. All you can hear is your own heart hammering in your ears. 

Your dad's voice breaks the quiet. It's low, bordering on a whisper. 

"So… this is serious then?" 

You can't help it, a laugh barks out of your chest before you can contain it, the release of emotion allowing a tear to run down your cheek. 

"You could say that." 

"Honey, I- come here." Your father opens his arms to you and you fall into them, tears tumbling freely down your face. He's crying then too, bubbling sobs that he buries into your hair. 

"I'm so sorry honey, so sorry" He blubbering, wet apologies spilling from his mouth like a dam has burst. "You're my little girl, I just w-wanted to p-protect you." 

You shush him, rubbing his back. 

"I know dad, I know." 

He finally releases you from his grip, wiping tears furiously from his face. 

Eddie steps around you, holding his hand out to your father. He takes it in his, and then grasps it with the other as well, holding it firmly as he looks him in the eyes. 

"You love my daughter?" 

"More than anything." Eddie says emphatically. Your dad nods, but doesn't let go. 

"You promise to take care of her, make her happy?" 

It feels like you're saying your vows all over again, only this time it's to become part of the family. 

"I promise Mick. I'd do anything for her." 

Your father pulls him forward suddenly, taking Eddie by surprise. He whispers something in his ear, and envelops him into a crushing embrace. 

You look over to your mom. Tears are cascading down her cheeks and she grabs onto you for dear life. 

"You're married?! I didn't get a chance to buy a hat!" Your laughs and tears intermingle at that, smiling broadly. 

After a few more hugs and tears, you excuse yourself, going upstairs to collect yourself and freshen up. Two minutes later, Eddie's barging in, clearly forgetting how to knock again. Not that you care anymore. You're in each other's arms immediately, his large hand stroking the back of your head. 

"Well, that went better than last time." 

You laugh, nodding agreement. Pulling away to look at him, you can't help but ask. 

"What did my dad whisper to you?" 

He chuckles back and fills you in. 

"Something along the lines of, 'if you break her heart I'll break both your legs.' " 

"Wow, extreme." 

"Fuckin' fair if you ask me sweetheart." 

His lips are on yours, soft plush pillowed against you. 

"I gotta go to the shop, sort some stuff out. Oh, and get a key cut." 

You tilt your head at him. "A key?" 

"For you, for your new home. Our home." 

Your tears brim with tears anew. 

"You want me to move in, what, straightaway?" 

"Hmm lemme think" He says, index finger dramatically tapping his chin. "Hell yes?" 

You don't answer. You don't have to. You just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him over, and over, and over. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A special sort of craving 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.

Part of the Backwood AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The delivery truck shows up after noon. You watch as the driver unloads the bags of flour, the cartons of dairy, and several flats of eggs. You thank him and give him the standard tip. The last-minute call will save you time, especially since Carla called in. Thankfully, that girl agreed to help out for the party.

As you carry bags of flour in on a cart, you can't help but think of her. You made certain to extend her impromptu interview. She's shy, a bit jumpy, better kept in the kitchen which is exactly where you'll need her. You can't help but assume some of that has to do with that man. You noticed how he hovered, sat in the corner and waited...

Not long enough. You took the girl into the back to show her a few things and go over expectations. When you returned, he was gone. You sent her off with some day-old scones for her grandmother. Something about her makes you want to take care of her. She has an aura as if she's desperate for anyone to do so but is just too afraid to ask for it.

You try to shrug off the morning as you come back out into the sunlight. You're startled to find someone lifting two of the flour bags, almost effortlessly so. Then you're chagrined as you recognise the man with the mustache. He grins as he straightens and gives you a wink."Need some muscles?" He asks.

"Got a cart," you roll towards him.

"Nah, I got it," he hikes up the bags, dusting flour from the seams onto his black shirt.

"Really, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Trust me, honey, I know how to toss a bag around," he pokes his tongue out.

"You're not insured," you grimace, "just put it on the car--"

He strides past you before you can stop him. You shake your head. Whatever. You need to get the eggs and dairy inside. You focus on loading up both tiers of the carts and he returns to grab more flour. You ignore him as you turn up the alley and wheel around the back door.

You feel him behind you as you reach the door, propped open with a stopper. You push the cart inside and into the kitchen. He follows you inside, stacking the sacks with the rest. You face him with a heave.

"You can't be back here," you shoo him away as you twirl the cart around.

"What? I'm helping."

"I didn't ask--"

"Right, but look at you. You don't need to ask. A gal like you needs a strong man to look after her."

"Not really," you squint.

"With an ass like that, you need someone watching it--"

"Alright, I would appreciate it if you left. Right now. I don't need help."

"Honey, honey," he shows his palms placatingly, "I'm paying you a compliment. Whatsa matter? Does the husband not appreciate that peach or is he too busy at the office with the side piece--"

"You don't know me and you won't," you push the cart at him. He doesn't move and you don't stop, hitting his legs as he staggers back.

"Wow, what the fuck, sweet cheeks? That's rude."

"You're rude," you retort, "you're trespassing. Get out of my kitchen, now."

"Oh ho ho, spicy, I like it," he touches his fingertip to his tongue and gives a hiss before pointing at you. "I don't see gold on that finger, even if I did, it wouldn't stop me." He reaches out as you rear the cart back and go to hit him again. He catches it and leans forward as his timbre deepens to a sneer, "I'm interested now, honey buns. Very fucking interested."

He grips the cart and twists it, sending it clattering to the floor with a clang. You reel back and cover your ears at the echo. You stare down at it in shock.

"See ya around," he gives a two-finger salute, "hopefully from behind."

He spins and struts out, leaving you fuming and slightly addled. You trust he will keep his promise. There isn't much else to do around here.

🥧

Saturday arrives sooner than you're ready for it. You begin the day in the cafe, overseeing the general operations and readying for service at the B&B. Your new helper shows up early and is eager but nervous in her assistance. She takes orders well but is sheepish in her approach.

You have her roll out some dough for croissants, a simple process you're confident she can handle. She helps put pans into the oven and is more certain as she goes. By the time you're ready to leave, she's as good as jittering with nerves.

"I've never been to the B&B," she murmurs, more to herself than you as she gets in the front of the truck.

"You'll like it," Katherine says over her shoulder as she sits in the passenger seat.

Carla declined as she did indeed have a party to attend. You think you know where she'll be as there isn't a booming social scene in Hammer Ford. At her age, you wouldn't have done any different.

You drive along towards Thunder Lane. You wonder at the demographic you should expect. Carla's not really a peer to Thor, and even further away from Frigga. The last time you ventured up there, the event was refined. More a dinner party than a party party.

You arrive and unload through the rear doors, just like before. Your helper works diligently to help you bring in the prepped trays. As you get sorted in the kitchen, Gavin enters in his usual overdone attire.

"Miss, Madame Odinson has left her gratuity," he nears and offers an envelope, "she truly appreciates the effort."

"Is she not here?" You ask.

"Ah, sadly she has gone away with Monsieur Odinson. They celebrated at brunch before they departed," he explains.

"I suppose that makes sense," you accept, "no worries. We have everything ready. Would... Would it be more of a buffet style then?"

"Yes, I think that would work well, I don't think the guests will be sat very long."

"Right," you agree, "easier for us."

"There she is!" Thor's booming voice makes you jump, "it already smells wonderful in here."

"Thor," you greet with a taut smile as he greets you in his usual manner. He grabs you pie the shoulders and pecks your cheek sloppily. "Nice to see you too."

"Mmm, and you, new perfume?" He tilts his head.

"No," you sniff, "so... all this for a birthday?"

"Well it is a big one," he declares his eyes wandering over to your assistants, "you needn't hole up in the kitchen too long. You're more than welcome to come delight in your hard work."

"That's very generous," you say, "but we'll be cleaning up and all that."

"Ugh, forget about all that," he waves off your deflection, "I have a very special guest, she has a very particular palate. Did mother ask for seafood? Oysters? I hear they are an aphrodisiac."

"We don't have any oysters. Couldn't get them on short-notice, but we have crab and shrimp--"

"Same thing," he chortles, "anyhoo, it is my party, I can't be hiding by the ovens all night." He stops to kiss the other two girls on their cheeks with a 'ladies', and leaves. Katherine nearly swoons as the other girl looks ready to fall over.

"He's... loud," the quiet one says.

"And so handsome," Katherine purrs.

"Alright, we have to get this plated. And trays in the oven," you order them.

Music suddenly blares before reverting to a tolerable level. Oh, you're certain Frigga has no idea the sort of party she booked you for. Katherine stares longingly towards the door.

"If you get your work done," you say, "you can go out there.”

She beams with excitement and quickly turns to the cart to grab a tray. You sigh and glance at your other helper. At least she looks too scared to venture further into the fire.

[gunilslaugh]

Would you write one about how the heroes would pamper you and take care of you while you're pregnant?

Here's your request! I hope that you like it!

All members / <3 - <3 /

Summary: Xdinary Heroes pampering you while you’re pregnant

WC:~1.2k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

The second Gunil finds out that you’re pregnant he goes into pampering mode. Any food that you are craving he will go and get it for you. Even if it’s the middle of the night and he has to go faraway to get it. He won’t even complain about it because it is for you, his beloved, and your guys’ child. Loves to give you massages. He takes one look at your swollen feet and his heart aches. He knows that it is normally part of pregnancy, but it makes his heart go out to you for all the hard work you’re doing. At the end of the day he makes it a part of his routine to massage your feet. Gunil will take over tasks like doing the dishes and anything else he has deemed as too much “hard labor” for you while you’re pregnant. 

“Gunil, seriously I can rinse out this one glass,” you tell him as he takes the empty glass from your hand. 

“No, I’ll do it.” He momentarily sers the glass down. “The only thing that should concern you is baking our little bun in the oven,” he says, placing a hand over your round stomach. He sends you away with a kiss on your forehead. 

Jungsu

Becoming pregnant made Jungsu start treating you as if you were made of glass. He takes care of you so gently. Resting his hand on your lower back while you walk to support you. He helps you sit down and stand up. If you dropped something on the floor you don’t even have time to think about picking it up because Jungsu is already rushing to do it. He wants to make your pregnancy as easy as possible because he can only imagine how exhausting it must be to grow another human being inside of you. He either buys or cooks you very nutritional food to make sure that you’re getting all the vitamins that you need. Cuts up your favorite fruit or whatever fruit you're craving and serves it to you. 

“Y/n ah,” he said, gesturing for you to open your mouth, so that he can feed you a piece of fruit. 

“Jungsu, I can feed myself,” you chuckled, attempting to take the fork that had a piece of fruit stabbed onto it. 

“Just let me feed you,” he slightly pouted, pulling back the fork. You sighed lightly, shaking your head, but still opened your mouth for him to feed you.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok chaotically pampers you. He tries his best to look out for you and take care of you, but somehow things keep going askew. For instance, the two of you were taking a short walk when your shoe came untied. Naturally Jiseok went to do it for you. Your pregnant belly proved to be a good obstacle when it came to putting on let alone tying shoes. He securely ties your shoe, but somehow as he is on his way back up he ends knocking his head with yours. Another time you wanted some lemonade and Jiseok thought that surely he was capable of making it himself. Thinking that it would make it more special too. He looked up a quick recipe and went out to get the ingredients. Once it was made he served it to you on a tray, acting like he was your royal servant. 

“M’lady.” He offers you the drink. You thanked him and grabbed the drink bringing it to your lips. However instead of a refreshing liquid meeting your tongue you are met with sourness. 

“Jiseok, did you forget to add sugar?” you couched out. Jiseok's eyes widened in horror, he indeed did forget the sugar. He profusely apologies and goes to add the sugar.

O.de/Seugmin

Seungmin is already very caring and doting on you, however once you become pregnant he becomes even more doting. Your wish is his command. He will be at your service to get you anything that you need. You want ice tea with five ice cubes specifically then Seungmin is right on it, make sure that there is no more and no less than five ice cubes. He likes to brush your hair for you. Having you sit between his legs while is careful removes the tangles from your hair. He even learned a few basic hairstyles to do on you. Seungmin wraps his arm around your frame to give you extra support while walking. Sometimes he even lays a protective hand over your belly. Whenever you are out in public he always asks to make sure that you are doing ok. Telling you to let him know if you ever need a rest.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much walking? We can head back anytime,” Seungmin checks. 

“Seungmin, I promised I’m ok. It’s nice to get out and stretch my legs for a bit,” you reassure him.

“As long as you’re sure,” he says. He repositions his arm around your back, taking on a bit more of your weight.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

After finding out that you were pregnant Hyeongjun instantly goes to look up how he can help you along with your pregnancy. He might even order a book about it. He wants to take care of you as much as possible. He wants to be able to rely on him for whatever your needs are. If you're craving a certain meal he will gladly cook it for you to your liking. Hyeongjun will also look up the best foods to eat during pregnancy. He wants you to be as healthy as possible.  He can’t stand the sight of seeing your swollen ankles, so he gives you massages to help with the swelling. He will get you ice or a heating pack too. Anything that could help reduce your aches and pains. Hyeongjun will buy you some random, but thoughtful gifts to thank you for carrying your twos’ child. 

“Here I got you something,” Hyeongjun told you as he handed you a small box. A smile graced its way onto your lips. You took the box from him and opened the lid. Revealing a beautiful necklace. 

“Hyeongjun, I love it thank you,” you expressed, hugging him. 

“And thank you for carrying our precious child,” he says, hugging you back and placing one hand over your stomach.

Jooyeon

After the initial excitement and happiness about finding out that you’re pregnant settles down, panic sets in for Jooyeon. He didn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone who was pregnant. His members still treated him as if he was a child. Now he had to take care of you, who was caring a child, your guys’ child. Still he is ready to step up to the plate and do everything that he can, so you don’t have to lift a single finger. You have a craving for some snacks in the early hours of the morning, he’s on his way to get them. Half-asleep, but still on his way. He helps you put on your socks and shoes everyday and refers to you as his Cinderella while he does it. One day Jooyeon came into the kitchen and saw you standing on your tiptoes in order to reach something from the top shelf. He quickly rushes over to you.

“I’ll get it! What do you need?” He gently pushes you away. 

“The mug,” you pointed at the mug you were previously trying to reach. Jooyeon reaches for the mug, taking it down for you. Tell me if you need something, don’t stress yourself. The next day discover that Jooyeon has reorganized the entire kitchen, having nothing on the top shelves.

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Hey so I'm not sure if you're doing requests rn so just ignore this if you don't

Lady Lesso x gn!reader

Reader just having been overwhelmed for the last few days tough to lack of sleep and stress in generall cause of their relationship with their mother and shit (you can choose further details if you'd like) so everything just comes crashing down one afternoon and reader breaks down infront of Lesso

Just some comforting fluff would be really nice <3

I hope you have an amazing day and remember to stay hydrated and get sleep!

Hey !!!

First of all, I wanted to thank you for your request. I always take requests and your requests are really inspirational so I would like to ask not only from you but from all of my followers to send requests for any of the characters I have included in my masterlist because it really helps me by giving me ideas.

Thanks for reminding me to drink water, I just realized that I hardly drink a bottle of water per day...

Anyway, Enjoy!

Ps: It's not that much of a fluff but you'll see. If you want a part 2, just ask.

Fight for you

You paced around the room feeling more overwhelmed than ever before in your life.

Tears were running down your eyes as you sat back on your office chair.

You loved your mom, especially after the sudden death of your father when you were only 4 years-old, she was your only parent and really did care for you.

But her reaction with your relationship with the dean of evil was too much for you to bear.

You had been dating with Leonora for the past 3 years.

Yet, you, a good professor, only found the courage to tell your mother about it only two weeks ago with a letter.

Of course, you asked Leonora before for permission. It wasn't only your relationship you were going to reveal.

But Leonora, being your loyal and beloved companion for quite a time, supported you and encouraged you to do whatever you wanted.

You wrote the letter together.

You were seated on her lap in her office and you were discussing how you were to tell her to take it as lightly as possible.

You both thought, that after the merging of the schools, your mother wouldn't be too harsh on you.

If only you knew...

You sighed throwing the letter on your desk.

You were that anxious about her reply that you couldn't sleep at night.

Leonora was awaken up a couple of times due to your absence; she was always getting up to search for you in these occasions.

Most of the times she would find you in the living room, sitting on her armchair in front of the fireplace gazing at the flames dancing endlessly.

Other times she would find you on the couch reading a book with a tiny candle lighting the pages.

She found you once sat next to the window looking at the school grounds.

You sobbed hiding your face in your hands.

Your mother apparently believed that dating a never was disgracing not only yourself but the family name as well.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

Lady Lesso walked through the corridors of the school for good.

It was midnight and you still hadn't come to her chambers to sleep.

In the beginning, Leonora thought that you had gone to your quarters to get something ( maybe a dress ? Or an accessory ? Leonora had no idea. ).

But when she didn't find you inside, she made her way to your office.

The only place you would probably be at such late time.

Leonora finally reached your door.

The dean of evil didn't knock, instead she slipped inside the room silently.

Her jaw dropped the moment she saw you.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You were sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes glued on the fire.

Your skin was paler than the moon itself, makeup ruined with little rivers of dried mascara running down your cheeks and a frown on your face.

Your hair was out of place, dancing down your shoulders, free from your usual, elegant bun and your feet were resting on the small coffee table in front of you; shoeless.

" Darling ? " She slowly approached you.

You abruptly turned to look at her.

It was the first time that Leonora got to see you so sad... so broken.

The never felt her heart ache at the sight of you at such a state.

She walked to you, discarded her cane on the way and kneeled in front of you.

" Love ? " She called again gently rubbing your arm.

You swallowed hard never breaking the eye contact, even if tears started reforming in your eyes and running down your face.

Leonora's eyes widened realizing that you were only getting worse instead of relaxing and telling her had had upset you so much... or who.

She immediately took you in her arms and stroke your back multiple times in an effort to calm you down.

Which it worked.

After a couple of minutes, you let yourself go in her embrace, closing your eyes and surrendering to the exhaustion following your reaction at the experience of such a horrible event.

Leonora who was practically sitting on your lap, pulled slightly away to take the piece of paper that she felt pressing against her during the hug.

As you were laying your head on her shoulder, silently asleep, Leonora read your mother's letter with the minimum light given to her by the flames in the fireplace.

Reaching the end of the page, Leonora was on the verge of tears herself.

How could someone write such hurtful, venomous things to you.

You.

An angel.

With two beautiful and big wings.

With a golden crown showing to everyone that you were the kindest of them all.

It was unbelievable.

Not only this, but also the fact that she was unable to murder your own mother due to this.

If only it was someone else...

Leonora sighed continuing reading the one insult after the other one toward you.

How could a mother call her child a slut and a prostitute ?

Leonora finished reading the letter and placed it on the coffee table, next to your feet.

She was going to stand next to you through this all.

She was to prove to your mother that what you two had was far more than a little infatuation.

She was going to fight for you, because you were hers.

Hers and only hers.

[harlowtales]

Panic sets in as Jack’s daughter is late coming off the school bus. Jack feels guilty he’s not around more. ***18 + Language***

“Daddy I don’t need you to walk me to the bus.” Patricia said shooing him away “Move back, like go in the house.”

“Patricia I have to stand here with you.” Jack reasoned with his mini-me

“Please Daddy they’ll laugh at me. Goooooo.” Patricia said pushing him back but he didn’t budge

“Who da fuc….I mean who will laugh P?” as he called her. Jack had to keep tabs on his language and temper.

“Everyone like Jason, Britney, Tyler, and Beca.” She said. “They sit in the middle of the bus and I have to pass by them and they say…oooh look at the baby did Daddy feed you this morning too?” Patricia said mocking them.

“Well, I have to make sure you’re safe.” Jack said with no plans to move from her side until the bus came. He remembers being teased on the bus because of his eye patch. He tried to focus on Patricia and not go back to that in his mind.

“You nervous?” He looked down and asked her

“Sorta” she admitted twirling her hair

“It ain’t no thang its just like last year ight?” Jack reassured her.

“Daddy you talk funny.” Patricia observed but was now smiling so Jack considered it a win

You were filled with anxiety as this was only her 2nd year at school. You watched them from the window but didn’t want to get all emotional. Patricia hated that and preferred to have her Dad wait with her although these days she was following him around less. Jack was feeling the gut-punch of her trying to establish her independence.

“So you remember how to reach us?” He said

“Yup!” She nodded

The bus pulled up and Jack hoisted Patricia up much to her dismay, but the steps were still a bit steep for her little legs to climb.

“Daddy, I can do it.” She insisted

“It’s either I help you up or Mommy drives you.” Jack warned. Patricia hated when her mom drove her to school. She had to listen to “baby music” in the car when she wanted to hear songs from her dad and uncle Gee but her mom said she was too little. Plus she wanted to be big and ride to school with older kids and her friends.

“Daddy goodbye!” She said and flung her arms around him pecking him on the cheek. Jack stepped back in surprise. She never did that in public anymore.

“Wow. You got a kiss?” You said in shock when Jack came back into the house.

“Yeah. Feel like I’m fan-girling. I may never wash this side of my face again.” He said with his hand on the spot as if to keep it warm until she came back at 3 oclock.

He came behind you washing the dishes in your pyjamas and messy top bun and gave you a warm hug.

“Thank you baby.” He said as he nuzzled his nose in your neck and kissed you softly.

“For what?” You asked melting in his arms as usual

“Just…like EVERYTHING.” He said “If I had time you know what would be going down with Pumpkin gone.” He said slapping your ass and heading upstairs to get ready to go.

“Boy go” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. “That’s how we got in trouble the first time.”

“Well we got 7 more times.” Jack yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“8 kids? He is TRIPPIN” You said as you swept the floor.

PART 2

The hectic day was over. It took the bus so long to get there with so many delays that Patricia was tired by the time she got to school. You argued with Jack about sending Patricia to public school. He wanted her to have the experience he had growing up that made him a regular person. The thing to deal with though was crowded buses and classrooms. Not exactly what you wanted but Jack was stubborn and Patricia had a great first year, especially once she stopped fighting, which made Jack proud, but he had to tell her it was unacceptable.

By the end of the day the bus was late and she was squeezed and pushed as usual by all the kids trying to get to their favourite seat. She lucked out and got to sit with her friends. “Ok kids there’ll be a few detours and delays like this morning so call your parents and let em know but we’ll get you home safe and sound.” The driver said as he closed the doors and the bus chugged to start off down the gravel road. Patricia took out her phone to call her mom but she didn’t get an answer and she didn’t dare call her dad during the day. He was too busy. She thought nothing of it and put her phone back in her backpack quickly. Whenever other kids saw her phone they teased her because it was a refurbished iPhone 11. No way was Jack going to give a 6 year old an expensive phone.

“Does that thing even have data or do you have to send smoke signals?” One of her friends teased “Your Dad is literally Jack Harlow. You could break a phone every day and get a new one.”

“I know it’s so lame.” Patricia said. She was picking up lingo at school and starting to already sound like a pre-teen. Suddenly the bus came to a halt. Traffic was backed up for miles.

“Sorry kids. Looks like I took the wrong detour. We’ll be awhile.” The driver called out to the sweaty, hungry, cranky kids. If was now approaching 5pm.

You called Patricia right back as you had just missed the call putting a roast in the oven, but it kept going to her cute little voicemail “Whats Poppin y’all try again byeee!” It said and clicked off.

“Breathe I’m sure it’s just traffic.” You told yourself, but after another hour you tried the school.

“Mrs. Harlow it’s all good the bus is stuck in traffic is all.” The secretary said sweetly putting you at ease. You set about packing her karate bag and McDonald’s was definitely in order, as by the time she got home she’d be running late for class. Jack was always mad when you took her to McDonald’s instead of KFC but according to Patricia the nuggets were “sucky” at KFC and you had no time to hear her complain.

The sun started to go down. It was now passing 7PM and you couldn’t take it anymore. The school wasn’t picking up and Patricia wasn’t answering. You called Neelam in distress to get a message to Jack but no answer and you didn’t want to bother him, they were shooting a video. Urban wasn’t picking up either.

“Fuck!! My baby!” You exclaimed on the verge of tears. You were sure she was on the bus but what if…no you wouldn’t let yourself go there. Your phone rang and you jumped. It was Grandpa. You totally forgot he was waiting at Karate class to see Patricia practice.

“Grandpa! I’m so sorry we can’t make it tonight.” You said fighting tears

“Y/N what’s wrong? Is it my little pumpkin?” He said concerned

“Yes. Gramps I’m so worried. She’s not home off the bus yet. I don’t know what to do.” You said shaking

“What? Does Jack know?” He asked

“No. He’s shooting a video. They’re all busy, nobody is answering their phones.” You explained trying to figure out what to do.

“Like hell he’s too busy. I’ll call you back.” Grandpa said hanging up and dialling Jack but you were right. Straight to a VM he never checked anyway.

“Sit tight I’m on my way.” Grandpa said when he called you back. Him and Clay pulled up 20mins later “We have to find her.” He said “The whole family is worried sick.”

“When’s the last time you heard from her?” Clay asked as you hopped in.

“I missed her call around 4.” You said.

“Do you know the bus route?” Grandpa asked

“Yes I do, but it took a detour and I don’t know the alternate route they would’ve taken and dispatch has been busy for hours.” You said feeling nauseous now.

Finally a call came in from Neelam on the car speaker “Hey guys. Everyone is calling me today! We were in the middle of shooting what’s up?”

“Patricia’s missing.” Grandpa said making you panic more because Jack would be freaking out.

“No she’s on the bus but hasn’t come home and won’t answer her phone. I’m sure she’s on the bus and ok.” You corrected but Neelam heard the shakiness in your voice. You were always trying to avoid taking Jack away from work.

“I’m telling Jack immediately.” Neelam said hanging up. They had wrapped for the day and were just hanging out eating and talking. “Jack.” Neelam said slowly approaching him.

“What’s up with you? Why you acting weird?” Jack said coming out of joking around with the guys

“Jack…” Neelam said but started crying

Jack went pale. “Is it Y/N?” He said

Neelam shook her head no.

“Gramps?” He tried again

Neelam could barely answer “No….oh geez.”

“Fuck Neelam spit it out!” Jack said angrily his eyes wide.

“Patricia never came off the bus after school.” Neelam finally managed to say.

“WHAT” Jack said frozen “Neelam. What? I didn’t hear you, what?”

Urban stepped in seeing his best friend in a state of shock. He called you right away and put you on speaker. “Where is she and what happened?” He asked but before you could answer Jack came on snapping out of his initial shock.

“Y/N where’s my baby?” He said completely broken

“Oh hunny.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as soon as you heard his voice they came like a flood.

Clay spoke for you and told Jack the whole story while Grandpa rubbed your back. “I’m driving around trying to find the bus. We know the number of it. I got you bro don’t worry. Oh shit! A call! Don’t move bro.”

“I got her.” It was Maggie on the line “I got the little stinker right here. She’s ok!” You heard Patricia giggling in the background and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I came to the house to wait, and she showed up. She’s hungry and tired but she’s fine.”

Clay patched Jack in on the call. “We got her! She’s on the line.” He happily announced to his big brother.

“You ok muffin?” Jack said trying to be calm and not upset his daughter. What was coming off as calm was seething anger. He would have some words for the school tomorrow. For now he was so happy she was ok.

“I’m ok Daddy. We played games and stuff it was kinda fun, but Daddy I need a new phone.” She said

“Ok Pumpkin later ok? We’ll talk about that later.” Jack said. “I’m headed home now. I love you so much.” He felt like throwing up.

“Bro let’s go. You ok?” Urban said

“I feel sick bro. I never felt anything like that before.” Jack said regaining his composure

They got up to the house and as soon as Jack was inside he scooped Patricia up and hugged her super tight. “Daddy you’re squishying me.” She complained trying to wriggle free and not sure what all the fuss was about. She was the centre of attention and everyone was over at her house which only really happened on her birthday or special times. She got hugs and kisses from everyone.

“Thanks y’all for all coming together like this.” Jack said as his arm was around you keeping you steady. It had been such an emotional day. “Me and Y/N really love y’all.”

“Of course hunny we’re always here.” Maggie said

“But not me. I’m not always here am I.” Jack said of himself critically and dropped his head in sadness

“Babe no. How could you know? Don’t say that.” You said coming to his defence. Jack was an amazing father.

“How many times did you call me Y/N?” Jack asked you clearly upset

“Um none. I called Neelam and..” you answered but Jack cut you off

“P, yo P” He said to Patricia who was sitting on her Grandmother’s lap “How many times did you call Daddy.”

“None. You’re working silly.” She answered truthfully

“See? Nobody even called me because I told y’all don’t call when I’m working and I turn my phone off.” Jack said sitting with his head in his hands now.

“Look son.” Grandpa said “Every man has to learn this the hard way. I was the same way but, you learn that nothing is worth all your attention like your family. I’m proud of you though.”

“Proud? Come on Paw. Get real look what just happened.” Jack said looking down. It was hard for him to even look at Patricia, but he motioned over to her to sit on his lap. “You call Daddy anytime you want ok?” He said kissing her “You too.” He said looking up at you. “You guys are not an interruption.” He said kissing your hand that was on his shoulder.

PART 3

Jack woke up early to get Patricia to school. By the time you woke up he was out of the shower and getting dressed. “Hunny be calm when you meet with them ok?” You said sleepily

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Y/N.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

“Hey. I’m on your side. Chill.” You said “You’re the best Dad in the world.”

“I’m sorry.” He said. You had a way of saying the right thing to him. “Sure you don’t want to come?”

“Um no. I don’t want to witness that.” You said rushing into the bathroom

“Wait…witness what?” Jack said confused

“Bye hunny good luck.” You said through the door. No way did you want to be there in case Jack got heated. They could deal with that on their own.

“Don’t tell your mom.” Jack said as they got into the Jeep and he started playing Patricia’s favourite EST Gee song. He pulled up to the school and immediately students and teachers started coming to the windows. Teachers knocked on Patricia’s teacher’s door to borrow random items.

“Come in Mrs. Smith.” Patricia’s teacher said rolling her eyes as that had been the 6th interruption in 15mins.

“I just wanted to borrow your stapler.” She said looking right at Jack who was kneeling beside Patricia looking at all her work. “Oh Mr. Harlow. I had no idea you were here today.” She said nervously. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Nice to see you Mrs.Smith.” Jack said knowing exactly what she was up to “Tell Mr. Smith he gets luckier every day.”

“Oh my thank you Jack.” She said blushing

“Ok Mrs. Smith Jack is here to see the Principal would you mind taking him down to the office?” Patricia’s teacher said happy to get rid of her.

“Oh don’t mind at all.” She said linking arms with Jack. He was happy to make her day as she was almost retired. “My… somebody works out a lot.” She said beaming.

“P, I’ll be back to pick you up.” Jack said to Patricia as he left. He didn’t dare call her Pumpkin at school and and she liked P. She said it sounded gangster.

“Ok…better be you and not Mommy.” She said not looking up from her art project.

“Hey, I can rap you know.” This one little boy named Arthur said that sat beside Patricia

“You can’t rap with a name like Arthur.” Patricia said engrossed in what she was doing. She had her dad’s focus when she loved something and had grown tired of little boys telling her they could rap.

“Your dad uses his real name.” Arthur said hurt

“Yeah cuz his name is Jack Harlow.” Patricia said rolling her eyes.

“Shhhh! Stop talking back there.” Their teacher said

PART 4

Jack sat waiting for the principal as Mrs. Smith finally let go of his arm which took some doing and agreeing to pass by her classroom for some homemade cookies.

“Mr. Harlow, you can go in now.” The receptionist said.

The whole office turned to squeal in a whisper as he went into the office. The Principal rolled her eyes at them and shook her head. “Please Mr. Harlow have a seat.” She said not the least bit rattled by his celebrity, charm, or good looks.

“Where’s that older dude with the comb over?” Jack asked confused

“Oh Mr. Hartford? He didn’t come back this year. He retired.” She said. “How can I help you sir?”

Jack was planning to go off on Mr.Hartford but this lady made him feel like he was back at Atherton. “Um well…the school bus yesterday…” He started to say but she interjected.

“Sir, we are issuing a statement today for all parents.” She said firmly “I’m sure you get all the emails?” She asked. Jack could tell she was all business with her severe bun and blouse with a proper bow done up to her neck. She had sharp eyebrows and a stern look on her face at all times.

“Yeah I..well my wife she gets them.” He said gulping a bit. Why did he feel like he was in trouble for something? Even the smell of the office was taking him back to school making him fidget in his chair and the clock on the wall ticking was unnerving.

“Mr. Harlow I can assure you this will never happen again. We have all kinds of issues this year with bussing but seeing as Patricia is what we call a high profile student, we have an alternate smaller bus at the ready to drop her off from now on and if it is a minute late call me directly. I made sure they directly report to me.” She said strictly

“Um…thank you Miss. I, me, uh…my wife, we appreciate it.” Jack said feeling sweaty for some reason.

“You may be assured we will make sure Patricia is safe.” She said “Is there anything else Mr. Harlow sir?”

“No. Thank you so much. I can see Patricia is in good hands here.” Jack said as they stood and shook hands.

“Of course Mr. Harlow, and please tell Mrs Harlow I appreciate her helping in the school with our reading program. I heard the children look forward to her coming and they love the snacks she brings. I hope to get to know her better.” The principal said

“My wife does that? Of course she does. I knew that. I’ll tell her Miss.” Jack said humbly as he left her office

When he got home he was very quiet which made you nervous. “Hunny how did it go?” You said anxiously as you looked up from your laptop. You were busy doing the household budget for the month.

“Come here.” He said pulling you in and kissing you. “You amazing fucking beautiful kick ass woman.”

“Um me? Or Principal Beasley?” You said wondering what was up with your husband

“I don’t think Miss. Beasley has any interest in me.” He said laughing “I was nervous as shit. Totally folded.” He said “That old dude is gone. He was a jerk, but Miss. Beasley was the TRUTH. Ain’t no way I was popping my shit with her.” He said remembering how the encounter made him feel like a school boy.

“She’s very strict. Patricia doesn’t mess with her at all.” You said laughing

“I’m just so out of touch.” Jack said looking into your eyes. “And don’t make excuses for me. I should know you read to school kids. I should know there’s a new principal.” He said frustrated

“Hunny. At least you care. My Dad never went to my a school.” You said

“But babe I’m doing the bare minimum for you guys.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? Bare minimum?” You said getting irritated “Do you know what you do for this family? You are literally everything.”

Still locked in an embrace with your husband you took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply.

“Just come with me next time cuz it’s crazy in there.” He said shooting himself with his fingers to his head.

“Oh Mrs. Smith? She gets so outta pocket about you.” You said giggling

“Oh so you know and you let me go into that alone?” He said tickling you. You both tumbled onto the couch and continued kissing like two teenagers. He was right on top of you getting hard.

“Ewwwwwww!!!” Patricia said as she stumbled upon the both of you.

“Patricia! Your home early. Daddy was going to pick you up.” Jack said straightening himself out and getting off of you.

“They got me this little stupid baby bus.” She said throwing down her backpack “It’s just me and a few other kids so I get home fast.” She said

“Hunny how was your day?” You asked her wishing you had more time with Jack alone.

“I just said I don’t like the baby bus.” She said annoyed. Patricia challenged you constantly.

“Watch your mouth P.” Jack warned

“Sorry Mommy.” She apologized under Jack’s stare. She reached into her backpack “Mrs. Smith sent these cookies for you Daddy.”

You looked at him and he looked at you. “Thanks P.” Jack said taking the crumpled brown bag from Patricia’s tiny hands. “Baby…take this and toss it ASAP Rocky.” Jack whispered to you as he chuckled. “That roast smells so good. I just gotta go downstairs for a bit. I’ll take P with me.”

“Beats only Jackman…and clean lyrics.” You chided

“Baby of course.” He said to you and snuck a look to Patricia and winked. She looked at him and nodded.

“I can show you the bars I got Daddy like Uncle G…” Patricia didn’t finish her sentence as Jack covered her mouth, picked her up and swung her around as she giggled and they disappeared to the studio.

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[ye-olde-sodor]

Presenting…Dream Canon Ryan! Our fist Head Canon post for the DC au!

Ryan Gresley is a GNR Class N2 locomotive that was built in February of 1921, making him one of the oldest engines on Mallard's Mainland Correctional Facility (although he certainly doesn’t look like it!)

He's around Scott's height, making him quite the sight to those unfamiliar with his class.

He became a Preserved Engine due to his family ties to both Scott and Mallard, and because he outperformed his other siblings, making him one of the few Preserved Tank Engines in the UK.

Ryan was mostly raised by Mallard and Spencer, so he has a mix of their personalities. He's a little pompus and arrogant, but it's more adorable then irritating. He's known around the Facility for being kind but very stern with the engines (or students) there.

Students at the facility know Ryan as "The Treat Guy", as he's prone to enticing engines to listen to him by offering hot cross buns, coal, and other treats in return for good behavior. It's worked 89% of the time.

He came up with the idea of letting the Engines "play" (AKA clean the yards and organize the trains) . His logic? “If we make it seem fun, then they'll be more willing to do it :3" It's worked 99% of the time.

Everyone absolutely spoils him. Especially by Mallard and Gordon.

The poor boy is brainwashed. Thanks to Mallard, he's convinced that he's doing a good thing by "convincing" Engines to listen to him and Mallard. "What's wrong? I thought you were happy here?" "Aren't you happy here?" kinda vibes. He isn't too far gone, however, and is beginning to see through Mallard’s lies.

Ryan is pretty much confined to the Facility Railway, and hasn't seen the outside world. Because of all this sheltering, he's got a limited world view/perspective and thus can't imagine any other system other than the one he was raised to believe in. It won't be until a certain blue tank engine arrives that Ryan gets a chance to finally think about what he’s been doing.

A small secret that Ryan has is that there's an abandoned railway next to Mallard's Camp. He likes to go there to have some alone time. (And to talk to a certain blue little shit).

The Gresley's have a collection of "baby photos" of Ryan, from 1921 to current times. Has it become apparent that he's the favorite yet?

Like with Thomas, he too lost all his siblings. Unlike Thomas though, he isn’t aware that they’re all gone, but he has his suspicions.

Fun Fact! Mallard actually gifted Thomas to Ryan as "his first engine" on his birthday! Since Ryan is a Preserved Engine, he can own other engines!

He can make the :3 face and does so without realizing it.

Quotes and Phrases:

Ryan, referring to Thomas: “You mean he’s mine?!”

Thomas: “uh NO-”

Mallard: “Of course he is, my boy! :) We even painted him Purple in his sleep just for you!”

Thomas: “You did WHAT-“

Ryan: “Number 1, you go and play with the others for a bit while Mallard and I discuss some…adult things.”

Thomas: “...Mate, I’m 84.”

Thomas: “Look, I don’t have time for some rich kid to-“

Ryan: “I’m 80.”

Thomas: “I’m sorry, you’re WHAT-”

Ryan: “Address your superiors like that again and I’ll-”

Thomas: “Or You’ll what?! Take away my cookie privileges?! Put me in timeout?! I didn’t realize Mallard hired pushovers!”

Ryan: “I’ll see that you’re sent to the Scrapyards…and they’ll send me your exact weight back in Shillings.”

Thomas: …

Ryan: “You were given one last chance at life. A chance, of which, you didn’t deserve, but you were graced with one anyways. Start acting like it.”

Thomas: “Uh…yes sir.”

Ryan: “Good. Now go back to your shed. If I hear a peep from you, I’ll change my mind…don’t make me change my mind.”

Mallard: “I can’t believe you got Tho-I MEAN…Number 1 to behave! He was such a feral little beast when I brought him here! How did you-”

Ryan: “I’m…not proud of it.”

Mallard: “Well get proud of it! We’ll need whatever you did for the rest of those Sudrians! No one else is going to whip them into shape!”

Ryan: “Yes sir…”

Mallard: “Ryan, my boy, I-“

Ryan: “Stop calling me that.”

Thomas: “Here we go.”

Jinty: “Thomas, You’re not helping-“

Thomas: “Good.”

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~incorrect quotes again~ (i need a nap and some coffee-)

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Cali, trying and failing to get York to open up: Why are you like this?? 
York: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Mass, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

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Loui: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon. 
Loui: It's me.

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Tex: I think it’s time I get my life in order. 
York, narrating: But he did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

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Gov: It’s funny how well you and Mass get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? 
Loui: Mass hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.

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York: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. 
Mass: But don't you hate yourself?
York: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Mass: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. 
Tex: There are no books in prison. 
Mass: *sighs* Thank you.

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York: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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Florida: You know what’s funny about Loui? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

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Loui: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! 
Florida : Tex, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. 
Loui: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! 
Georgia: ...It was a bug. 
Loui: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! 
Florida: ... 
Georgia: ... 
Loui: Stop looking at me like that!

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Connie: Why would you give a knife to Mass?! 
York, shrugging: Mass felt unsafe. 
Connie: Now I feel unsafe! 
York: I’m sorry… 
York: Would you like a knife?

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Jersey: You think you're smarter than everyone else. 
Mass: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Mass: You are an absolute fucking dork. 
York, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork! 
Mass: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

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Florida , pointing a camera at Loui: There he is, our sweet baby. 
Loui, holding a cigarette and a daiquiri: What-?

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Cali: I'm having problems with a guy... 
York: Like his dead body won't fit into yer trunk kinda problems, or ya like him kind of problems?

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York: Guys, I have a question. 
Mass: kys <3 
York: I love you too. 
Florida: Ah, yes. Siblings.

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Cali: Hey Loui, can you give me the opposite of these words? 
Cali: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. 
Loui: Never, Going, To, Give, You- 
Loui: Da f(speaks New Orleans)in’ satisfaction.

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Loui, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. 
Tex: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

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Loui: Look at the buns on that guy! 
Florida: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns* 
Georgia: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! 
Loui, pulling out a gun that Texas gave him: I'm not going back to jail!

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Jersey, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like? 
Loui: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside* 
Florida: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside* 
Mass: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple* 
Jersey: I hate all of you.

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Jersey: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. 
Cali: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. 
Jersey: Not when you’re playing with Texas, it’s not. He put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

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York: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* 
Gov: Where did you get that? 
York: My pocket. 
Gov: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? 
York: Skills.

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[narancias-headband]

Calling La Squadra at 3 a.m.

[Sequel to this post kinda]

Risotto

He'll answer right away.

He's probably awake anyway.

He's agreeing to help you before you even explain what you need.

Helping you out with whatever you need really is no bother, unless he's out on a hit. In which case he'll send one of his team members to help out.

When he answers, his voice is huskier and sleepier than usual. Nearly sultry.

"Yes, [Y/N]?" Risotto, I need your help. "I'm on my way."

Formaggio

He's probably sleeping too hard or passed out cold and doesn't even hear his phone.

If he's up, he's more than happy to help you out.

He might be drunk, though, if he is up so late. You'll need to hedge your bets on this one.

If he ends up at your place, he's asking to sleep over. There's a high probability that he crashes on your couch regardless of your answer.

"Why are you up so late? I guess, I am too, but... What do you need, sugar?"

Prosciutto

He's sleeping by now (most nights), but will wake up to answer your call. He's a very light sleeper.

Upset at you for ruining his beauty sleep, but will help you out if he deems it important enough.

If you need him in person, you'll see a rare form: Nighttime Prosciutto. He's dressed in silky pajamas and a fluffy robe, and his hair is in a messy bun. His face is still smeared with remnants of his skincare routine, and he likely has a pimple patch on a spot that he's very concerned could maybe, one day, eventually become a zit.

"And it has to be right now? *sigh* Well, I guess it can't be helped. I'll be there."

You are not allowed to speak of this form of Prosciutto to anyone.

Pesci

It may take a couple calls to wake him and finally get an answer, but Pesci is always willing to help out.

Probably the most dependable of the team.

Would literally do anything, even if it's not important.

You can hear him shuffling to get his shoes and jacket on even before you finish explaining what you need.

"Of course I'll help you. I'm already on my way over."

Please thank him for his time and efforts. He doesn't get thank you's nearly enough.

Ghiaccio

Do not call Ghiaccio in the middle of the night unless you're on his good side or literally about to die.

Either way, he's probably still gonna chew you out.

"Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to call me this late?" I need your help with something. "Why the hell are you even awake right now?!"

He's not actually entirely opposed to helping you out and probably will anyway.

All the while yelling at you for waking him up.

Don't mention it in front of the other team members. He thinks it's bad for his reputation somehow.

Illuso

You're gonna owe him big for this.

Of course he'll help you, he'll be your knight in shining armor any time. For a favor he can cash in later, that is.

Hey, can you help me out? "So you want... A favor from me?"

You can practically hear the smirk on his face when he sees the opportunity.

Will come and do whatever you need in the most dramatic way possible, acting like he's saving your life.

If you think he's not going to hold you to that favor, think again. He's not going to forget that you owe him. He'll cash it in eventually. Probably at the worst possible moment for you.

Melone

Calling Melone at 3 a.m. is a risky move. Sure, he's more than willing to do what you need from him, but he's also pretty sure it's actually a booty call.

Mel, I really need your help. "Darling, don't be ashamed to ask me for sex." N-no, Melone, I actually- "I'm on my way."

Will show up at your place wearing next to nothing. Like he doesn't just wear that anyway.

Takes a lot of explaining that no, you weren't calling to bang, and yes, you actually want his help.

Once he gets what you're really after, he's happy to help you out. Does so kindly and genuinely.

Will ask if you'd fuck him as payment for the favor, mainly just to make sure, once again, that you didn't want that in the first place. Thankfully, he's not super insistent by the end.

[lxvebun]

heart-shaped kisses part III

buns notes: Hi bunnies! This is my first fic after coming back on here so it may be a little short and rusty but I hope it’s still enjoyable

content Gorou/Alhaitham/Heizou x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. Neck kisses. English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact or lose all your 50 50s🔪

Heart shaped kisses masterlist. Navigation

Gorou

Loml, light in my darkness, the cinnamon to my hot chocolate. Gorou I MISSED U SO MUCH *SMOOCH*

Your kisses are his precious little protection charm. A shield of love that gets cast whenever your lips meet his. He adores your kisses and needs a them every day before he leaves for his duty. If you’re still asleep by the time he leaves, which is most of the time because he likes to start early, he WILL wake you up. You’re not going to send the love of your life out there without some extra protecion right? Didn’t think so. Give him a kith. He becomes anxious and feels way too vulnerable when he hasn't received a kiss from you. He starts overthinking, worrying way more about what strategies to use, about the safety of his comrades, about you. All because he misses the presence of the lingering warmth and safety your kisses bring. Now he makes sure to always give you a goodbye kiss, for his protection and as a reminder, a promise to you that he will come back to you safe and sound<3

Alhaitham

God he's so fucking beautiful *cries*

Sometimes you feel like Alhaitham just enjoys seeing you become flustered and shy away from him. He always kisses you when you least expect it and with a passion that he didn't display before. It started by pulling you behind the bookcases in the library when you both studied at the Akademiya and showering you with soft kisses over your nose and cheeks until you were trying to silence your laughter because "Archons, Alhaitham, were in a library,"And try to push him off. Unless you put some actual strength behind your pushes as an indicator you actually want him to stop, he will keep on stealing kisses from you. the annoyed look you shoot him is adorable<3 He’s getting a headache from studying so much. Your kisses are the finest medicine against it. It's a fact. He did his research and did plenty of experimenting!

He will steal more kisses from you throughout the day, from your hands to your shoulders, neck, and to your cheeks, he’ll press sneaky kisses to whatever area is most near and exposed to him. It's like little sparks of love shoot through your skin when his lips meet yours and you can't help pulling him back for more<3

Heizou

He can read you like a book. From your body language and the look in your eyes alone, he can tell whenever you want to kiss him. So he’s prepared and ready to respond immediately once your lips meet his. If he does see some hesitation coming from you or you’re too shy to ask him for a kiss, don't worry, he'll help you out. If the love of his life wants a kiss, they're getting a kiss. No matter what he’s doing. He always has enough time for you, even when he's busy reading through case files, he’s always open to receiving and giving a little love. If anything it helps him focus better. So when you want to kiss him and you don’t, either a soft kiss is given to you as he gently grabs your hand and brings you to him or he'll starts complaining about how difficult the current case is to coax you out. even though he is literally the best detective in Inazuma

“I can't concentrate on these files, agh if only there was someone around me who could help me focus, maybe by an act of true love? OH POOR ME-

I'M COMING HEIZOU!

Heizous kisses are comforting and sweet. His kisses never fail to leave you warm and fuzzy all over. They’re like a delightful dream that makes you wish you could drift back to sleep to continue where you left off<3

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[monstrouslyobsessed]

some of these are SUPER old, gomen, so it'll be all under the cut for yall sanity. i really need to start answering more timely rip

tw: mild implications of noncon (cerelos), psychological mindfucks (cerelos), mentions of pregnancy (dol)

Oh, I can wait for your content as long as it takes! Creating is not an easy task, so take your time, dear. Ofc, posting everyday is cool, blah-blah, but your health and mental state is much more important. Don't worry about this <3 And talking about DoL, did you get to Ivory Wraith already? Who is your faves generally? —anonymous

did i not answer this before??? tumblr, please. anyway, ye i did! plotwise, very very fascinating. gameplay wise, annoying as heck when i was in middle of things i was working towards to lol i do wish ivory wraith's plot wouldn't be centered around weird anal/ear/whatever pregnancy tho, thats…kinda not my thing kdshkds--and thats coming from someone who writes preg on the regular. pls dev.

Ahhhh don't feel bad! Ur content is top-tier and u r a lovely perfect bun! Even quick look on your post is enough to feel that you're always working hard to give your best – it's we who should be thankful for all food u r giving </3

A lot lot lot of love to ya, dear 🥰 @iwanthistongue

dawww thank you dear <3333 i just wish i have it in me to be the super productive like some of the epic writers on this platform, but i dont dsklhdsl so all i can do is to do my best and provide every so often <3 also sorry that i cant seem to ping you???

Omg you're into dol? Who's your favorite character so far? —anonymous

eden, tbh! i ran into a scenario where they kidnapped me angry after being gone for too long. oof, what happened after that…wheeoooow but most of the characters are pretty dang good too!! i'd like to focus more love on kylar but theyre quite...annoying gameplay wise so…augh lol

i crave more beastfolk content 🤤 maybe something with a male reader dealing with a few yandere beastfolk who are trying to one-up each other and compete for him? male!yandere x male!reader content is a bit hard to find, especially if it's transmale!reader —anonymous

just send in an ask and i'll see what i can do! i found writing male readers (be it cis or not!) a little tricky sometimes, because i always feared crossing that…bad line, yanno? in spite of the contents i write.

that said, i'm all for writing more gays, just need a little nudge and sparks to write one~

have you heard of scp 401? —anonymous

…huh, this is a pron in the making. but no! this is the first ive heard of it. im aware of scp and knew some of its characters but not this one!!

Happy bday! I hope you got yourself a nice treat! —anonymous Happy birthday, dear! 🥳—anonymous Happy (i guess)late birthday, luv!!! Thank you for writing at this special day, hope your day was amazing <3 —anonymous

ohhhh this is months late;;; im so sorry but thank you all so much for your kind bday wishes!! ily all a bunch!!!

OMG YESSSS LORE!!! MORE MORE MORE <333 Thank you for the food, I can't stop re-reading 😭😭😭 —anonymous

ye~i mainly wanted to do more centaur pron tbh LOL glad you liked my nasty bois!

For a few days I had a thought- I hope it's ok to share ahaha- Okay, so – after getting in his grasp his future bride were acting so, so good. Her dedication is admirable, she's a quick learner and charismatic enough to get the liking of the teachers and maids. Her gentle and caring nature shows while she's communicating with others – no surprise everyone likes her. She's the same she was the day he met her... But the thing is, after all of this, she's absolutely terrified of Cerelos. She's not crying and wailing, but she's getting so quiet, so uncomfortable in his company, she always hiding her eyes and never tries to speak first – and she trembles so, so bad every time they're touching! Last time she even fainted from all nerves. How he may act and how mad he would be that servants getting more smiles and laughs than him? —anonymous

hmmm depends on why the darling is frightened tbh are they always afraid or is this started after cerelos took them the first time? i do imagine he'd be pretty upset and even offended, though he won't outwardly show his feelings. he'd probably start ordering the servants to disappear whenever the darling is in sight, be invisible, to further isolate them, to force them either to face their loneliness and/or accept cerelos as their emperor and husband. since humans are in nature social, they'd naturally long for some form of company and possibly some skin to skin contact.

in short, since the coecrced sex doesn't seem to do enough, cerelos would've likely infict some psychological damages on his darling to force them to accept him. he wouldn't be…physically abusive, no, but he will emotionally and mentally cripple his darling without relying on cruel words and uses some amount of gaslighting.

regardless, you will only have him and you will love him. he is, after all, your emperor and husband. why wouldn't you embrace him and his power?

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask: I saw one of your slightly older asks, and you mentioned you have a draft with a slime monster. I'm very curious about that one (but I also love your writing in general!), so I just wanted to ask you if you plan on finishing it —anonymous

.....sdhdflsk i thought i posted it, gosh dang it. well, i'll look into this later. if nothing else, it would be nice to go back and post my shitty 5 minutes thoughts again.

Hello how are you ? Hope you are doing well ❣️ I wanted to ask if you will continue or write anything similar like the rabbit hybrid fic ..it's my fav and i also like the ghost husband fic ..sorry if i made u uncomfortable👉👈...Have a nice day💖 —anonymous

i'm doing better!! <3 ty for checking in, luvvv

and after some waffling around, i considered since human/beastfolk hybrids are so rare and are considered the 'monsters' of their world (ig basically, considered as 'mythical', like yeti's and such, but actually does exist, kind of monsters), i figured it couldn't hurt to make these sad hybrids canon to my universe soooooooo ye i wouldn't mind doing more of them!! also i've done a crocodile hybrid one, if you've missed that one.

no, no, you're good! <3 loves getting asks like this~

the momster is back!!! we missed you, hope you’re having a good day <333 (p.s i am a monster fucker through and through, i will literally read and love anything you write mwah) @letskidaddle

daww youre so sweet!!! <3 ty!! monster fuckers united!!!! and yes you have a lovely day as well!!

whewwww, thats some asks to get through hhhh but man tumblr is so ugly. anyone know the fix to get it back to its simple self??

anyway, im slowly getting into the swing of things. got couple wips i can work on, maybe, and clear the inboxs for a fresh start (sorry to anyone who were waiting on certain things!! you can send them again tho!! a clean slate is needed imo). anyway, hope yall are doing wonderfully <3

[sugoi-writes]

FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

[dynamic-power]

The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 3

Read it here on ao3

Rating: E

Words: 1.7k (4.4k total)

CW: referenced past canon sexual abuse

Mickey finally comes clean about who Ian really is

Part 1 | Part 2

Mon. 11:54 PM What news did Lip have?

The message glared up at Mickey, demanding an answer. He’d typed out half a dozen different responses, ranging from insisting it was nothing to an entire novel explaining every little sordid detail of his past with Ian. 

Tue. 7:33 AM can we tlk bout it wen u get home? not bad, promise

That had to be good enough, Mickey decided. It didn’t undermine the importance of the conversation they needed to have, but it shouldn’t stress Jay out too much either. He pressed send, locked his phone, and tossed it onto the empty side of the bed. He dragged his hands over his face and tried to relax back into the comfort of his sleep-warm blankets. 

It was going to be fine. It had to be fine. Jay would understand; that was just the sort of guy he was. Ian would come back, they would meet each other’s current partner, they would talk about everything that they had missed in each other’s lives like they had been friends and Ian wasn’t the only man Mickey has ever loved. 

His phone chimed, startling him. He sat up and scrambled for it. It took him two tries to unlock it. 

Tue. 7:39 AM Kay. I miss you, I’ll try to call tonight.

Mickey typed out a quick reply. 

Tue. 7:40 AM miss u to

Part of him really wanted that to be true. But part of him also knew that the only thing that was really going to be on his mind between today and Sunday was Ian.

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Friday night, Mickey found himself pacing in Jay’s living room, waiting for his boyfriend to finally get home. Carl had let Mickey take the night off so that he could welcome Jay home, but Mickey was going to use the time to talk to Jay about Ian. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. He couldn’t slow his heart down and his palms were sweating and this reaction was stupid because it was going to be fine. 

He heard a key in the lock of the front door and stopped pacing. Jay shoved the door open, his two bags in one hand and his phone in the other. 

“I understand that,” he was saying, obviously annoyed at whoever was on the other end. His eyes landed on Mickey and his whole demeanor softened. He mouthed out an apology, shutting the door behind him and abandoning his bags. “Rachel, I understand. But I’ve just arrived home, and I haven’t seen my boyfriend in almost a week, so-” His mouth snapped shut for a moment. “Perfect. I will handle that first thing on Monday. Yes. Yes, that sounds good. Thank you, Rachel, enjoy your weekend.”

He hung up and sighed heavily, sagging against Mickey. Mickey hugged him close, taking in his familiar scent and warmth. He realized that despite his anxiety and tumultuous feelings about Ian, he had missed Jay. He’d missed having someone to come home to, to wake up beside, to hug when he wanted to.

“Hi, querido.”

“Welcome home.”

Jay swooped down and kissed him softly. “I thought we’d agreed to meet tomorrow?”

“I know,” Mickey said, “but I wanted to tell you about the news Lip told us.”

“Does it have to happen now? I’m thrilled to see you, but I just got home and-”

“Yes,” Mickey interrupted. “It has to happen now so I don’t fuckin’ chicken out or some shit.”

Jay must have realized just how tense Mickey was because he stepped away from him with a nod. “Okay. We can talk. Let me change first, yeah?”

Mickey watched as he disappeared up the stairs. While Jay was changing, Mickey picked up his bags from where he’d left them in front of the door and moved them to the foot of the stairs. He’d help Jay unpack later, but for right now, he needed to sit and get his nerves to settle. 

He dropped onto one end of Jay’s impossibly comfortable couch and chewed absently at one of his nails. When he felt Jay sit across from him, he looked up to see Jay had changed into sweats. He had tied his long hair back into a bun and Mickey really wanted to bite the column of his neck that had been revealed. 

“The news?” Jay asked, sounding amused, as though he knew exactly what Mickey had been thinking. 

“Right. Uh, there’s no good way to say what I gotta say, so I’mma just say it. Ian’s comin’ to visit.”

A few emotions passed over Jay’s face. First confusion, then recognition. He finally seemed to settle on curiosity. “By Ian, do you mean Ian Gallagher?” he asked calmly, reaching out and poking at Mickey’s chest lightly, right over the tattoo that Jay knew more intimately than its namesake. 

“Yeah,” Mickey said as Jay’s hand dropped into Mickey’s lap and took one of his own, twining their fingers together. 

“Okay,” Jay said. “Are we gonna meet him, or-”

“There’s more, Jay,” Mickey pressed, and Jay fell silent. “I mean, there’s more to the story. To Ian and the tattoo and all that.” Jay didn’t say anything, so Mickey continued, getting out as much as he could before losing his nerve. “This wasn’t a mistake, or a drunken decision or any bullshit like that,” he said, pressing his palm to his chest. “Ian fuckin’ meant something to me. A lot, actually. He was my… Fuck. My first everything. My first boyfriend, my first love. He’s the reason I came out when I did. He’s - I don’t think there’s a good fuckin’ way to explain just who he is or how much he meant to me back in the day.”

Jay didn’t say anything for a long moment after Mickey had finished. His hand still held Mickey’s, but Mickey could sense that he needed a minute to really consider everything Mickey had just told him. 

Finally, after two long, painfully silent minutes, Jay asked, “Was he the one? Your dad, when he… was Ian the one?”

“Yeah,” Mickey said. He found himself choking up, so he swallowed and squeezed Jay’s hand. Jay squeezed back and Mickey found that he could breathe just a little better. “Yeah, my dad caught me and Ian. Shit, I tried to kill Sammi for something she did to him.”

“He’s the guy you went to prison for?”

“He and I - fuck. We’ve got a lot of history. Not all of it’s good.” 

Jay finally pulled away, leaning back against the arm rest behind him and putting space between him and Mickey. To Mickey, that space suddenly felt like a canyon. 

“Jay,” he said, wanting nothing more than to reach out, but the way Jay crossed his arms over his chest made it clear that he would not be welcome. “It’s all ancient history. I’m with you, okay? I want to be here with you. I haven’t seen him in, fuck, probably thirteen years. I haven’t thought of him in ages.” Lie. “Those feelings are long gone.” Lie. “This, what I have with you, is what I want, what makes me happy.” Is that a lie, too?

“When does he get here?”

“Sunday.”

“Okay,” Jay said, but he wasn’t looking at Mickey. He had completely closed himself off, arms over his chest and legs folded in front of him, curling into himself against the back of the couch. He seemed pretty far from okay. “I - I need some time. To think.”

“You don’t have to meet him if you don’t want to-”

“It’s not that,” Jay snapped. Mickey flinched. Jay never spoke harshly, not like this. “Mick, I couldn’t give less of a shit about your ex-boyfriend being in town.”

“Then what-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jay demanded, eyes finally snapping up and meeting Mickey’s. “We’ve been together for months. This didn’t feel like something you needed to bring up? You have a lot of fuckin’ trauma in your past, and it sounds to me like a lot of it revolves around Ian.”

“It wasn’t like that, he never-”

“That doesn’t matter!” Jay raised his voice and jolted up from the couch. “Even if he never laid a finger on you, which I hope to god he didn’t, he’s the reason your dad nearly killed you, the reason for that bitch Svetlana, the reason you went to jail-”

Mickey jumped up at that, standing as tall as he could and taking the two steps forward to get into Jay’s space. Jay had a few inches on him, but his eyes still flickered with fear. Mickey found a sick sort of satisfaction as Jay took half a step back. “Don’t you dare,” Mickey snarled, jabbing his finger into Jay’s chest, “talk about him like that. He wasn’t the reason for any of that. I got beat and raped because my dad was a fuckin’ homophobic piece of shit and I went to jail because I have a short fuckin’ fuse when asswipes screw with people I care about.” Taking a deep breath, Mickey took a step away from Jay and tried his best to lower his voice again. “Look, Jay, I didn’t tell you because- because it’s a lot. And I’m a coward about some shit. I suck at emotional crap and my relationship with Ian was- it was a lot of that emotional crap. I just never knew how to fuckin’ bring it up.”

The anger and fear vanished from Jay, replaced with a softness that Mickey was afraid was pity. That was the last thing he needed right now, so with another few deep breaths, Mickey started heading for the front door. 

“Mick?”

“I need-” Mickey paused, because if he was being honest with himself, he had no clue what he needed. So, he settled on, “You’re right, we need space to think. Just for tonight.”

“Okay.” Jay’s voice was so quiet that Mickey almost didn’t hear him. “Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Call, and we can talk.”

“Good night, querido.”

Mickey didn’t say anything more as he slipped out of the house.

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Part 4

[quinloki]

(I-uh-I saw the Reverse Self-Ship post you made via a mutual and I noticed you were cool and also an adult One Piece fan so-uh-I'mma leave my lil infodump if you don't mind. Also if you have any pronouns you prefer let me know so I can use the proper ones!)

So as of last week I'm now holding hands with the entire Monster Trio from One Piece. Zoro was an immediate infatuation (and the reason I started watching it aside from just finally having time to invest), meanwhile Sanji and especially Luffy I thought were platonic but I was proven wrong pretty quick.

Uh-I headcanon Sanji as a closeted bisexual and in my little self-insert AU I end up being his kind of "bi-awakening" I guess or at least the first thing that makes him ask the important questions. Uh-I have one self-insert that has a good amount of plotting but I've been primarily using an isekai trope for self-inserting. And since it's already an AU for the isekai and the self-inserting itself-and because I'm really attached to the concept of magic(*cough*andimstillnotoverowlhouseending*cough*)-I made my self insert a descendant of the nearly extinct species of magic users aka witches. So I'd have to figure all that out along with the universe itself and Bi panic.

I think the isekai concept came along as I got a lot more attached to the Straw Hats in general since I'm always a sucker for friendship and found family tropes. And when I got into One Piece life had been taking a bad turn so this is kind of an escape for me.

Back to the self-ship though-I'm still not sure how the relationship would start-but I'd end up being just this 5'4 pink-haired autistic male who ended up being the boyfriend to 3 big strong (but also lovable) pirates. And since I'm shorter and they're also a lot stronger than me, they pick me up a lot out of nowhere just because I was there. I'd take cooking lessons from Sanji, I'd nap with Zoro, and I'd teach Luffy some drawing. But I can't have one without the others now, I love them too much now.

I have little nicknames I'd have them call me, some even pre-relationship. Sanji would call me "Cotton-Candy Head" because of the pink hair (but with a lot more affection than when he started calling Zoro Moss-Head) and then "Little Prince". Zoro would call me "Pinky" for the hair and then after I broke out of my shell a bit he'd call me "Puppy" because once I get comfortable around people I got big ol' golden-retriever energy. Luffy would probably call me "Nugget" and "Squishy" (I have a round face and also I can see Luffy looking at me and having a moment kinda like that one of Dory from Finding Nemo where she goes "I Shall Call Him Squishy And He Shall Be Mine. And He Shall Be My Squishy")

And then I have nicknames for them:

Zoro- Matcha Boy/Man, Teddy Bear (I feel like considering the naps and stuff, he would give good snuggles. I mean-the plush I have of him is nice to snuggle with.)

Sanji- Honey Bun, Sweetums (Because he's the biggest sweetie, his hair is a shade of yellow like honey, and honey buns are good!)

Luffy- Sunshine, Cap' (He's the captain of the thousand SUNNY and he's a bright ray of sunshine in my day and Cap sounds cute to say for him as the Captain of the crew)

And I'mma leave it at that. Uh-thanks for the opportunity to talk about my selfships! Take care of yourself and drink water!

ah! \o/ I love this - my friend has an OC story where the OC is a witch - but not an isekai style. I love isekais. LOVE them, I don't give a heck what anyone else thinks of them, I love them. (I mention this because I love the witch idea, and you both did it very differently too! Similar concepts don't bother me because people always end up with different details and that Delights Me <3 )

I've got notes for my own self-insert via isekai for a few different titles cause my blorbos don't mesh well. It was quite a good idea to fall for the monster trio cause they're all already all there and together XD

The pet names are sending me \o/ they're so cute xD I love little pink-haired masc witch from another world!

Thank you very much for sharing ❤️

[randomfoggytiger]

I'm picking up the baton @amplifyme handed out freely (thanks for the free-for-all inclusion; and your answers were intriguing to read.)

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes: both my grandmothers (first: masculine version of my dad's name for paternal grandma, she had a childhood friend with that name; middle: derivative of my maternal grandmother's name.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Um, almost yesterday? Really sick and wanted a pizza. I did not get a pizza.

3. Do you use sarcasm? Because it was discouraged growing up, I didn't develop the skill of friendly sarcasm.

4. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Probably their silhouette or their hand (to shake), because it takes forever for me to look them in the eye. My eyes give away everything; and I prefer to keep my transparent secrets to myself until I know them better.

5. What’s your eye color? Rich brown, shot through with red.

6. Scary movie or happy ending? Both are good; but happy endings can be enjoyed in all my various and sundry moods.

7. Any special talents? I'm surprisingly flexible-- it feel good to physically perform (though I usually flunk at sports, and it doesn't feel good to keep flubbing. Dance is great, though.)

8. Where were you born? Cali. Then I hit the open road for most of the next ~two years before moving away from mainland US.

9. What are your hobbies? Reading. Streamlining interests into lists (which are easy to translate into my fic rec posts.) Makeup (currently dabbling in green color correctors.) Sudoku. Drawing? Would love to sew; but haven't taken the time to learn the machine. But what I'm most proud of: compiling tomes of emails daily to send off w/ the day's collection of saved memes and thoughts on random internet/world events.

10. Do you have any pets? First, I had a multi-colored beta fish that had to be rehomed. Then I had two rabbits who have since passed. 1st: Bun-Bun, who was a gentleman and amazing first pet. 2nd: Elsie, who was the grumpiest, faux-aggressive female that had a larger back foot.

11. What sports do you play/have played? None. I was taught to swim briefly (still stink at it.)

12. How tall are you? 5'5; and I'm proud of that # because it's numerically pleasing.

13. What was your favorite subject in school? It depended on the day and the difficulty and the grade. Mostly it vacillated between English (easiest), Math (because while I love numbers theoretically I always, ALWAYS miss one), and History/Science (depending on how dry the material was. Physics killed me.)

14. Dream job? For a while I thought it was writing; but my heart is drawn to medicine, particularly maternal fields (if that's the way to say it?) However, I think my strengths would best suit jobs that are mainly filing or archiving and less with interpersonal dynamics.

I'd love for everyone to have a shot at this IF YOU WANT-- I'm a curious cat. But to name some names, off the top of my head (missing some, I still want your answers, too~):

@baronessblixen @anders-hawke @annablume @mondfuchs @ellivia @edierone @demon-fetal-harvest @agentelmo @agent-troi @agentwhalesong @x-files-scripts @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure @ghostbustermelanieking @paperheartsarts @contrivedcoincidences6 @thescullyphile @the3williams @the-spooky-alien @thatfragilecapricorn30 @borogirl @greekowl87 @tossingmyglossymane @medicaldoctordana @sarie-fairy @gabby-msr AND I ran out of time, but insert your @ here.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

hi, please call me the net anon. i understand there are way more important asks for people who are in need of more desperate advice but i'd like for this to be answered quickly if possible, i need some advice. i'm not sure what tw's to put here, but just some trauma talk, self doubt, mention of cyberbullying and anxiety over the internet. so, i have this online friend i've known since probably 2-3 years. they weren't very close to me in the start, but eventually there were quite a few conversations and we started talking more often. we became close enough for me to share multiple of my problems at home, my trauma, and so on to him. he did the same but not on my level, because i was just happy to have someone to listen to. now, i know i'm going to sound rude but i did not intend to get so close to him. he's not exactly the best person to other people i know on the net community, and has apparently cyber-bullied another online friend of mine, which he excused by 'she's a horrible person too'. but otherwise, he's a very kind, understanding and genuine friend. he passed the stage of best friends, but i can't say i feel the same about him and i don't have the heart to tell him. so now we just call each other 'best friends'. i don't want him to feel like he was just that friend who was made for listening to problems and then never talked to ever again. i personally really like to keep a divide for irl and social media. it helps me feel some sense of control when i don't find myself disappearing off the net bc its overwhelming every week. i've always felt depressed & anxious while being on social media and try my best to limit it. and for the past 3 years, i've kept my face completely secretive. we occasionally send pics of our lives, where we go, and although i've seen his face which he has willingly shown me i cannot get myself to do this. he brought this up a few times and i have reiterated my boundary to him. he does not bring it up again. but it was talked about again recently, persistently this time, and he expresses how he feels at not knowing how his best friend of 3 years looks. he says that sending goofy funny pics to each other should improve my mental health if anything, which in theory, isn't wrong, but not my cup of tea. i get his frustration, and understand his point. but i don't know how to feel about it. if i'm truthful, and harsh, he's an online best friend to me. i don't feel comfy sharing my face. he's mentioned feeling like a mere online best friend, which tbh, he is to me. i just can't tell him that. i mentioned the boundary i keep again, and he said that i don't need that boundary. i'm torn on how to feel about that, bc although i can get how my 'boundary' is a weird concept to him, it's a way for me to maintain my health. how do i go about this? i feel like i'm honestly a bad person for all of this, considering him a mere 'online' person after how patient he has been with me ( even when i disappeared for long periods, once even almost a year, he still didn't give up on me ). but i feel pressured into showing my face and it doesn't feel right to me. i'm past the phase where i needed social media to cope with my irl situations and the consequences of that have caught up in the form of my internet anxiety. thanks for reading.

Hi anon,

Please know that boundaries don't have to be essential to be valid. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel comfortable showing your face and your reasons are understandable. Although I can understand where he's coming from, he should ultimately respect your boundaries. You don't have to show your face if you don't want to.

It sounds like you've already explained and asserted your boundary. If he continues to push it, it's worth re-evaluating your friendship. I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun