#this gif makes me want to tear my hair out in the best way btw :)

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 5: Cold

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Cold

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The cockpit was haphazardly pressurized, the Razor Crest was puttering along its path, and both the child and your frog-like passenger were asleep. That left only you and Din awake, though you could tell he was trying to feign sleep - as if he hoped you wouldn't notice what was truly going on.

"Din."

You whispered his name, both in an effort to keep it private and to keep the others from waking. Din's helmet leaned towards you, though he kept his visor fixed on the viewport. You reached forward and brushed your fingertips along his pauldron, the metal biting your fingers with the most bitter kind of cold.

"You're still frozen over." Din tightened the arms he had crossed over his chest, as if it would keep them from trembling more. It didn't. "You must be even colder under there."

"I'm fine." Din raised a gloved hand to find yours on his shoulder, patting it as reassuringly as he could. "Don't worry about me. You need to rest."

"As do you." You raised your brow at him. "And there's no way you can when you're still shivering."

Din shrugged. "I'll manage."

You frowned at him. "We don't have any spare blankets in here."

"The ice will melt eventually."

You fought the urge to sigh at him. "Once we're already in orbit of Trask, maybe."

Din sat up more, spinning in his chair to face you. "Cyar'ika, I'm f-f...," a rather violent shiver kept him from finishing the word at first, "fine." He sounded defeated as he finished the phrase, obviously having been given away.

You wrinkled your brow and take his hand between your own. "Can I help?"

Din gives his helmet a tilt. "How?"

You smiled and stood from your seat, taking the child from your lap and letting him have it to himself. Stepping towards Din, you nodded, silently asking for permission to sit. Din widened his arms for you, allowing you to take your place upon him with your front side against his own. You set your hands upon your cuirass for a moment, letting Din's visor face you with concern that was evident through the beskar.

"Doesn't this make you cold?" Din's question was coated in worry.

You shook your head. "Not for long." Your arms wrapped around his middle as you rested the side of your head against his cowl, closing your eyes and breathing in the comfort of him. "It'll melt."

Din's arms do the same to you as you had just done to him. "Was this really in the interest of warming me up?" His gloved fingertips brushed gently over you for further comfort. "Or did you just want to sit like this?"

You smiled against him. "A little bit of both." You tightened your grasp around him. "But mostly to keep you warm." You lifted a hand for only a moment to run your finger along the frost on his armor, leaving a heart behind in its wake. "Promise."

Din huffed in both amusement and affection. "Thank you." His helmet gently rested upon your head. "You're very warm."

Your smile grew at that. "Good."

[flippinpancakes64]

the cullens with a reader who isn't the best at showing emotions so their way of showing love is by biting? Like not hard but gently.

BTW I love your writing, keep up the good work 💞

The Cullens with a reader who bites

Thank you for the kind words! And I definitely relate to this prompt. But with my cat. Like cuteness aggression is real and I’m a victim. Petting her isn’t enough I need to eat her yk

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He understands a little bit

He can hear the thoughts in your head, he sees how much they overwhelm you

It happened the first time when he was over at your house for a movie date

He was wearing casual clothes, a hoodie and some sweatpants

He wanted to make sure you had something soft to lay your head on

But something happened when you saw him in the hoodie

Your mind lit up, fireworks going off, sprinkled with phrases of how “cute” he looked and how you wanted to crawl into his skin

He called you over to him and let you squeeze him as hard as you wanted, but it still wasn’t enough

He could hear the frustration in your mind about how you were still unsatisfied

He was about to suggest climbing into his hoodie with him when he felt you bite down on his bicep

He was shocked to say the least

But you know what, at least it helped

He tries to limit how much you can bite him in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he lets you do what you want

He’s an enabler, what can I say

Alice:

She didn’t even see it coming the first time

Which is rare for her

You were sitting on her bed with your eyes closed since Alice had a gift she wanted to give to you

You opened your eyes and saw a bracelet made of brown, gold and *insert your eye color here* beads

On her wrist was a matching one

You sprang up and tackled her in a hug immediately

You both would have fallen if she didn’t have inhuman strength

But hugging her wasn’t enough

So you bit her

She felt a pressure on her right shoulder, just above where her shirt ended, right on her skin

She didn’t know what it was until she felt the heat and faint wetness

She thought it was tears to be honest

So she was definitely shocked when she pulls you back and sees your mouth wide open and your eyes perfectly dry

“… did you just bite me?”

“…no…”

“You’re so silly”

She lets you bite her as much as you want

It’s not like it affects her

Just so long as you don’t get drool on her clothes

Jasper:

He can also feel how strong your emotions are

He’s never felt someone who feels things so strongly

Honestly, he’s surprised you can even live a normal life

One day you’re just sitting on the couch, playing on your phone while a movie plays on the tv

Suddenly, your phone starts to jostle a little bit

You look and see Jasper putting a charging cable into your phone

“What’s that for?”

“Your battery was getting pretty low, figured you could use some charge”

And like nothing even happened, he goes back to playing mobile games on his phone

You become so overcome with emotion, so much love just fills your body

He can feel your emotions start to fry, threatening to overflow

He’s about to send some calmness your way when he feels you chomp down onto his forearm

He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move

You quickly unlatch, moving away and apologizing, but he just smiles

“It’s alright, darling. I’d rather have your teeth marks here than the ones I’ve got now”

So charming

Rosalie:

The day of Prom is here

You didn’t want to go, but you would never deny Rosalie a chance to dress up

So that’s how you found yourself here, fully dressed and waiting on Rosalie to finish getting her hair and makeup done

You hear her heels click towards the closed door and turn your eyes as it creaks open

There stands Rosalie, beautiful golden hair pulled into an intricate updo, her makeup perfectly accentuating her natural beauty, and a dark red dress that sweeps the floor

You just couldn’t contain yourself

You latch onto her, biting into her exposed shoulder

She yelps out of shock, definitely not expecting that

You try to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen, but she’s not one for that

She has similar rules to Alice, only no biting her in public

She loves that you love her so much that you can’t contain it

That’s what she’s always wanted after all

Overall, though, she doesn’t mind

Just seriously, don’t mess with the clothes

Emmett:

He was literally just sitting there

Like not doing anything, sitting on the couch, watching a movie that you had put on

You had gotten up to get some more popcorn and had to just pause to take him in

He looked so cute bundled up in the couch, your favorite blanket thrown around him from earlier

You set the popcorn down on the table and leaped at him

He didn’t even get a chance to react

Suddenly you were on top of him, your arms wrapped in a vice grip around his throat, your legs fully koala-ed around his middle

You were kissing every single surface on his face, whispering how cute he looked and how much you love him in between

He was giggling like a little girl, his face would be beet red if he could still blush

When suddenly he feels your teeth on his shoulder

“Pump the brakes there, piranha, what’s that for?”

“Sorry Em, I just love you so much I can’t control myself”

“Damn, do I at least taste good?”

He thinks it’s hilarious

He calls you his little snapping turtle

Esme:

She’s confused

She just asked what you wanted for dinner and now your teeth are in her arm

She doesn’t even shake you off she just kind of stands there

Like uhm are you okay?

You’re gonna need to explain to her why you did that

And afterwards she just laughs

She doesn’t fully understand, but that’s okay cause she also just doesn’t care

If it makes you happy then it makes her happy

She’ll let you bite her but with limitations

No biting in public

No biting her hair (not that you would anyway)

No biting her so hard that you hurt yourself

And she’ll eventually tell you to ease up after a while

“Darling? You’ve been there for a couple minutes now, you want to stop for a second please?”

Overall she’s confused but tries not to intervene

If this is what you need to do to express your love then go for it

Carlisle:

He’s only ever been bitten once

And that wasn’t a very pleasant experience to say the least

So it’s the last thing he expects you to do

But let’s be honest, how could you resist?

He had rolled up the sleeves to his sleek button up, flipping through pages of his old medical books, looking for a specific article he wanted to show you

By now you’ve completely forgotten what you even asked him about

You just leaned in slowly and bit into his forearm, your teeth sinking in slightly to the strong muscles there

“… are you hungry?”

Genuinely confused

You can try to explain as much as you want, he’s still going to research it later

He doesn’t have very many rules as far as this goes

If you wanna bite him, then go for it

He thinks it’s a nice, fun thing

And it shows how much you love him

Everyone enjoys a nice ego stroke now and then

Vampire! Bella:

She’s definitely felt cuteness aggression before

But never with another person

She was just sitting there helping you do your homework and you just.. bit her

“Did you just bite me?”

“…. No….”

“You’re a liar”

She doesn’t actually mind

She’s just so confused

She still envisions herself as that plain-looking clumsy girl

Like wdym SHES the one making you feral?

But she is flattered

Absolutely does NOT let you pull that shit in public tho

She’s still too shy for that

You’re gonna need to put a pin in it till you guys get home

But once you’re there… she still has limits

She’s not a big pda person

Or a big physical touch person

She’s like a cat

She��s okay with it for a little bit but too much and she needs you to stop

Think like one or two bites a day

Any more than that and she gets squirmy

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"What's My Favorite?"

✧ FINISHED!! ✧

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary. Gojo asks you what your favorite of his body parts are, and you answer. Little did he know, you've thought about it before.

☾₊‧⁺ Paring. F!reader x Bestie!flirty!S.Gojo.

Note. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ So, I needa sleep so badly, and I had a really good idea. Btw, I think I did a good job.

link.

When you and Satoru first met, you would have never imagined he'd be asking you to spend the night, give hugs, cuddle, train, and help him with injuries (even though he can self-heal), really, just being his best friend. Or, maybe more...

But when you come to his house some random Saturday, like normal, it takes a turn.

You and he are watching some comedy show and relaxing on his couch when he turns to you with one of his usual sleazy grins, leaning over a bit.

"Heya, y/n. What's your favorite body part of mine?" Before you can speak, he cuts you off with an obnoxious, "AH-AH-AH-AH!!" And then says,

"I want you to touch it." Which is already straightforward enough, but you don't mind. You're used to his usual antics, after all. So, without much hesitation, you slowly reach your finger out and lean his glasses down, very gently caressing his eyelid.

"Your eyes," you start, looking at him with a neutral but soft look. "I like your eyes out of all your body parts." You say in a calm tone, seeing the way his teeth slightly poke out of his smile.

"Really? Out of all my amazing features, you choose the generic, "YoU hAvE sUcH nicE eYeS"?" He giggles, not even trying to hide it. He then gently moves your hand to his neck.

"What about here? Do you like it? My Adam's Apple? Or, maybe you like the thought of choking me?" He teases, leaning his head down so his glasses fall off. Your gaze widens ever so slightly but quickly fades once you realize the game he's playing.

"Huh. Maybe I would like that. To squeeze your throat 'till you're gagging, tears in your eyes. You'd probably like that, too, huh?"

You say as you gracefully glide your hand to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before slowly moving the edge of his shirt down to reveal some skin.

"Huh? My shoulder, hmm? What exactly should you-" "Hickeys."

You cut him off with partly raised eyebrows that are squeezed together, your mouth in a resting position.

He stays silent for a few seconds before sucking in air through his mouth, grinning lazily and leaning in closer.

"Hickeys, you say? Well, aren't you just-"

You cut him off again by putting your finger on his mouth, pushing his lips to his teeth before pulling them apart, kneading the bottom one with your pointer finger and thumb.

"I could kiss those. But that's kinda basic, hmm? Maybe you could suck my titties, or, wait, no, my clit? Eat me out with these?"

You whisper in a soft yet sensual tone, looking him right in the eyes as you do. He can't reply anymore. You've stunned him into silence. He opens his mouth before shutting it, a light red hue appearing on his cheeks. That makes you a bit proud.

You then grab a tuft of his hair, gently pulling from the roots to the end, then grabbing another piece and doing the same.

"I bet you like having this pulled, huh? When you're not doing it right, do you need me to guide you a bit with your hair? Or will you always do it right? Please me in the way I want?"

The man actually flinches at your attitude, surprised by your boldness. Sure, he flirts, you flirt, but it never really goes anywhere. But, here you both are, already talking like your in the bedroom.

[captainfern]

Hi!! I really love your work, your mind and your writing is just so amazing!

I wanted to send a humbler request (if you don’t give or want to do it then pls ignore this~)

Request I had is that Gaz or Price guide a inexperienced reader through a bj/oral felatio? Or if you want to a twist where reader guides the cod men through the process on the reader themselves.

Once again, your work is amazing and you have a wonderful way with words ✨

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Release

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

[“Release” by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - read the request. you make gaz whimper btw lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.9k • warnings - fem!reader, oral [m!receiving and f!receiving], hella praise, gaz do be whimpering, strong language

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inspired by the concerning amount of whimper audios gracing my tiktok fyp rn

also "oral fellatio" is the fanciest name i've ever heard someone call head lmao

no soft launch for this shit. i'm too horny for this man to fuck around. i just wanna find out

"F-fuck, easy, baby, easy—" Gaz moaned, his hand on the back of your head as he guided your mouth further down his cock. "S'all right, baby, take it easy."

He was responding to you gagging around him as his tip nudged the back of your throat. You had immediately pulled back, and he began petting the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around his tip.

You calmed your breathing, dragging your lips back down his length, saliva pooling out of your mouth and rolling in droplets along a couple of prominent veins.

"There you go... there you go, good girl, baby, doing so good," Gaz breathed, eyes on you, eyelids fluttering. "S-so good, sweetheart. Taking my cock so good."

You looked up at him and made eye contact. No doubt you looked a mess, but he was clearly enjoying himself. You were kneeling between his legs as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, and he was guiding you through head like the best teacher you'd ever had.

"Mmm... wrap your hand around the base, sweetheart," Gaz breathed as your free hands were planted on his thighs. "Come on... ah— g-good, yeah, j-just like that, fuck—"

You took one hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, collecting a good amount of saliva beneath your palm. You squeezed him gently, but tight enough to make his sentence stutter and his hips buck up into your mouth.

"Mmmyeah, baby, just like that," He whimpered, head tossed back momentarily as he let out a breathy moan. "Just like that."

You slowly moved your hand up and down, maintaining pressure, as you took more of his cock into your mouth. You tried to take more, but when the tip rammed the back of your throat, you gagged. Gaz clearly didn't mind— he groaned, twitching in your mouth each time you did so.

The sounds were obscene, too. Wet and slick and loud. Sucking and slurping, making your stomach coil tight with pleasure. Gaz's noises were loud, too— whimpering and whining, incoherent sentences stringing together in pleasure as you sucked his cock.

He was offering you so much praise it was making your face grow hot.

"Such a good girl, sweetheart. Making me feel so good... taking my cock so well," Gaz praised, watching you. He still had a hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you further onto him. "Such a good listener, too. So perfect, baby, fucking hell—"

You forced him further into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as his cock slid down your throat. Your lips pressed to your fist, still gripping his base gently, nose brushing the patch of hair before you pulled yourself back up and repeated the action.

Gaz moaned loudly, panting through a jumble of whines and whimpers. He watched you take more of him, saliva dripping everywhere, wet sounds amplifying. He bucked his hips each time you took him as far as you could go— the vibrations of your light gags making him chew harder on his bottom lip.

Your tongue was heavy and warm on the underside of his cock, and the sensations made his mouth drop open while he watched you with a hand to the back of your head. He was breathing hard— each breath he took mixed with a soft, pleasure-high whimper.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby. My g-good girl— mmm... ah, fuck, baby— y-yeah, fuck, my good girl. All mine." Gaz whimpered softly, making your core ache.

All mine, huh?

You resisted the urge to smile around his cock as you hollowed you cheeks further, more slurping noises eliciting from the sides of your saliva-streaked mouth.

He was twitching in your mouth, and you could practically taste the sudden flood of pre-cum that dripped down the back of your throat. You whined around his cock, the movements of his hips becoming more urgent as he neared his peak.

"Ah... ah... mmmfuck— f-fuck, m'gonna cum, sweetheart," Gaz panted heavily, small whines following. "Gonna cum in— mmm-my god, ah— m'gonna cum in your mouth, sweetheart, you need—"

You knew what he was trying to say through the whimpers and whines and stutters. He wanted you to pull off of his cock so he didn't have to shoot his load into your mouth.

No way.

You hummed stubbornly, teary eyes finding his as you sucked around his tip, before taking him a bit further into your mouth while you pumped the base with your hand. He was almost crying now, pleasure building so harshly inside of him that he thought he might snap.

"Yeah? You wanna swallow?" Gaz asked you between quiet moans, and you tried your best to nod, mouth still stuffed with his cock. You hummed for emphasis, too, making his breath hitch.

"Okay, sweetheart, okay, f-fuck yeah, okay," He babbled, tip slamming against the back of your throat as he held your head steady, fucking his cock into your mouth as he chased his high. "M'gonna— ohmygod, ah— m'gonna—"

He never did finish his sentence.

Gaz cut himself off with a whimpered moan of your name, so pretty falling from his lips. His eyes rolled as he came in your mouth, hand holding your head steady. You choked slightly, shoots dripping down your throat, with some being squeezed out the corners of your mouth where his cock stretched you open.

You carefully pulled off of him, his seed dripping down your chin. You stroked his softening cock gently, making it jerk, still slick with cum and saliva. Gaz released a shaky breath, followed by a whine as he looked down at you with a watery gaze.

"Good girl, baby," he muttered tiredly as you got to your feet and crawled into is lap, straddling him. "Such a good girl for me."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he watched you as you swallowed and then stuck your tongue out at him. He smiled slyly, leaning forward to press his tongue to yours. You let out a high-pitched sound of amusement from the back of your throat, before you kissed him. His hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer.

You kissed for a while, sloppy and wet and the noisiest you've probably ever kissed. Every so often, he'd pause the movements of his lips to let his mouth hang agape, panting and whimpering into your mouth as you kissed him. Your hands explored the rigid muscles along his upper back and shoulders, your hips grinding down onto him, his cock growing hard again.

You pulled out of the kiss, a thick string of saliva connected the both of your tongues. It broke when you smiled and laughed.

Gaz nudged his nose against yours, trying to chase the kiss, but you leaned back, vulpine smile on your lips.

"Mm... Gaz?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He was still trying to kiss you.

You giggled, turning your head away. He took the opportunity to latch his mouth to the junction of your jaw, sucking the soft skin. He peppered kisses down your neck as you spoke again.

"Want you to return the favour." You said jokingly, and you felt him smile against your neck.

"Gladly." He said, and proceeded to stand up with you in his arms. You withheld a squeal of surprise as he spun the both of you around and dumped you on the bed. You bounced as he clambered after you, dragging you by the ankles closer to him, so he could wiggle your soaked underwear away from your core.

He exhaled a breath as he flung your underwear away, eyes locked to your glistening core.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked," he commented, almost breathless, leaning forward and swiping a finger up your slit. "You... you got this worked up from sucking my cock?"

The question sounded as though he was genuinely surprised.

You bit your lip, smiling down at him. "Mhm."

"Jesus... fuck."

"Love the sounds you make," you whisper at him, watching as he laid on his stomach and settled himself between your legs. "You sound so pretty, Gaz."

He groaned, leaning his head against your thigh. "Fucking Christ, sweetheart, you can't be saying that to me."

"Why not?"

"I'll... fuck sakes... I'll come in my bloody bedsheets, honestly."

You giggled, wiggling your hips as an invitation. He got the hint, and pressed forward, his warm breath fanning across your dripping cunt. You moaned at the heat alone, hips inclining further towards his mouth.

Gaz moved his mouth away from you, ever so slightly. "Tell me how you want it."

You moaned loudly. "Gaz—"

"Tell me," he whispered. "You want my fingers first, baby? Or d'you just want my mouth?"

"Mouth, fuck, please—" You keened desperately, and he gave in with a chuckle.

He delicately kissed from your sopping cunt, up your folds, until he reached your clit, which he drew into his mouth. He made you sob out as he released it with a slick pop, before he was dragging his tongue back down your folds.

You instantly reached down to place a hand near the crown of his head. As his tongue circled your fluttering cunt, you pushed his head further into you, your bucking hips meeting the movement halfway. He moaned as you pushed him into you, his tongue making contact with your wet hole, his nose pressed taut to your clit. Your entire body shivered, a whine leaving your lips.

"No teasing, Gaz," you groaned as his tongue stilled inside you. "Faster."

He hummed a deep laugh against your core before he picked up his movements once more. His tongue firm inside you, making you squirm against the bedsheets, holding his face deeper to you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, back arching as you sobbed. Pleasure was quickly building inside of you.

"Just like that, Gaz, please—" you begged. "Feel's so good."

If Gaz had a tail, it would be wagging.

He grunted softly into your core, fucking his tongue as deep as it could go while he gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. You were so needy, so fucking wet that the entire lower half of his face was slick with your arousal. But he wasn't complaining— not when you urged his face closer and closer into you until his nose was pressing hard against your puffy clit.

You moaned again. The sounds Gaz eliciting from you were heavenly, a complete juxtaposition from the pornographic sucking and licking filling the quiet room.

"So good, Gaz, feel's so good. Gonna cum..." you drawled, voice airy.

Gaz hummed again, ensuring his tongue was deep inside you so that the vibrations stimulated your core. It worked by the way your thighs clamped tighter around his head. Gaz's cock jumped at that.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum," you whined, legs trembling around Gaz's head. "Mm-fuck— such a good boy, Gaz, fuck— feels so fucking good—"

Gaz moaned into your cunt, really fucking loudly, as you came. The sound rung in your ears as your back arched and you came into his mouth, his tongue still stuffed inside you. His hands tightened around your thighs, keeping your legs still, as he fucked you through your orgasm, grunting and whimpering into your core.

After a moment, and once your body trembles had subsided, Gaz pulled away. Your face immediately grew hot as you caught sight of his face— the lower half completely drenched, glistening.

Gaz licked his lips.

You laughed. "Good?"

"You have no bloody idea."

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[tkaulitzlvr]

could u do 2008 tom getting in an argument with the reader and after arguing a lot, the reader just tries to go to bed. after a couple mins, tom realizes he was wrong and tries to climb in bed with the reader and is like super clingy and tries to touch the reader but gets ignored. and he’s all like “yk how i get when i can’t touch you” AUGHH😩😩 and then it’s js smut that ends with fluff/aftercare

btw ur my fav writer ever i absolutely adore ur writing 🖤

LET ME SHOW YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you are tired of arguing, deciding to go to bed before things get too out of hand. tom realises that he has messed up, but you are being stubborn, still not over what he has done. he doesn’t give up so easily, begging to get what he wants.

content: angst to smut, little bit of fluff throughout.

a/n: thank u so much that really means a lot!! love this idea, i hope u enjoy!💞

“you know what? i’m done. i’m tired of explaining this to you when you clearly don’t get it.” i huff, shaking my head and running my hands through my hair.

“you’re right. i don’t get it. you’re mad at me for doing my job!” he shoots back, eyes cold and dark, jaw clenched as he stands across from me on the other side of the kitchen.

“you can’t be fucking serious! don’t paint me as some clingy selfish girlfriend when all i’m asking is that you don’t come home at midnight every night, and go straight to bed! it’s like we aren’t even together anymore. we live in the same house but we never talk, never communicate. you only show me affection if it’s a quick kiss or hug, or you want sex.” i rant, fuming at his lack of mindfulness, failing to believe how he is so oblivious.

“what so we’re just lying now, is that what this is?” he scoffs, taking a breath before continuing. “cause you know that’s not true. i always hug you, kiss you, tell you i love you, don’t i? and you know that i value you way beyond sex, so don’t even go there.”

“you’re completely missing the point!”

“then what is the fucking point?”

his voice raises far higher than mine, louder than it ever has before. he would never raise his voice at me, not like this. my mouth opens, tears clouding my vision as i am taken aback at his sudden outburst, but he doesn’t seem to care, my silence only seen as an invitation to keep going.

“hm, what is the point? you’ve always known that my job demands a lot of me, and i told you that it would be difficult, but i’m trying my best. if i could be with you more, i would. you know that we’re pushing to get this album perfect, so can you give me a fucking break and stop acting like i’m some awful boyfriend?” he shouts, anger laced within every word, each one stabbing me right in the heart, making me feel stupid for even bringing this whole conversation up. i just missed him, but he couldn’t seem to understand why.

i nod my head, pursing my lips together as the tears cascade down my cheeks.

“okay. i’m going to bed.” i whisper, not waiting for him to respond, turning away from him and leaving the kitchen, trudging up the stairs towards our bedroom. he doesn’t follow me, instead i hear a loud bang come from the kitchen, his fist colliding with the counter as he curses in frustration.

the room is strangely cold as i walk into it, completely dark with little natural light coming through the window despite the curtains still being wide open, reminding me of how late it is - and how long i had been waiting for tom to come home. my feet walk along the carpet, the floorboards creaking a little until i arrive at my bed, climbing into it and letting the covers embrace me, instead of tom. i feel numb, not enough energy in me to cry, yet too upset to just sleep it off. instead, i stare out of the window, the cityscape invading my eye line as i try to distract myself from what had just happened, watching the world around me as it moves on and on, wishing that i could do the same.

the door slowly creaks open, my head turning in its direction as tom walks through it, his expression one of pure regret. he is silent, not saying a word as he goes over to the mirror, taking his cap off and placing it gently on the dresser, taking his dreads out of their ponytail, his eyes suddenly meeting mine through the mirror as i stare into them.

“baby can we talk?” he says, still looking at me through the mirror as he removes his shirt, folding it neatly and leaving it on top of the dresser, his bare back facing me from across the room.

“about what?” i scoff, finally breaking the eye contact and laying down, staring motionlessly at the ceiling. “you were pretty sure of what you said, there’s nothing else to speak about.”

my gaze still fixed on the ceiling, i hear him step away from the mirror, walking cautiously towards the bed. i feel it dip beside me, before two arms snake around my waist.

i roughly pull away from his grip, taking his hands and shoving them back in his direction, not falling for his attempts to iron out the tension, especially ones that involve him putting his hands on me.

“baby…you know i didn’t mean any of that.” he calmly speaks, trying again to touch me, this time taking my hand in his. once again, i refuse, shuffling even further away from him.

“can you not touch me? i’m not in the mood for your shitty apologies just- go to sleep.” my voice is harsh, hurt taking over his expression as i speak, but i don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for him. instead, seeing him experience even a fraction of the sadness that he had just put me through satisfies me.

“leibe…please listen to me. i’m so sorry.” he begins, turning onto his side so that he is now facing me. “i’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately, you don’t deserve that. i’ve just been so caught up with the album and it brought me away from you, but i shouldn’t have let it. please baby, please forgive me. i’ll never let this happen again.”

as he comes to the end of his speech, his hand tentatively reaches for my cheek, his thumb trying to stroke the skin, but i move backwards, becoming irritated at his ignorance.

“are you deaf? stop touching me tom!” i ignore his apology, because right now, it means nothing to me, his initial words still a fresh wound. no apology, no matter how sincere, would be enough to make me forget them just yet.

“schatz, please, you know how i get when i can’t touch you. don’t accept my apology, don’t talk to me, i get it, i deserve it. but please my love, just let me hold you, that’s all i want.” he begs, his voice reducing to a whisper as it cracks a little.

his love language had always been physical touch, and, even when we were fighting, he would always hold me whilst we slept, no matter how mad i was. i knew that me refusing his touch was getting to him and, despite me being completely infuriated, it was impossible to ignore the slight pang of guilt that settled in my heart as i listened to his pleas.

i say nothing, moving a little closer to him, leaving enough space so that he would have to reach out to be able to touch me. he takes my silence as a yes, inching his body closer to mine, his arms pulling me tightly into him, his head resting in the crook of my neck. i feel him relax a little, his shoulders dropping as he pulls me further into his embrace, holding me so tightly that i can feel his heartbeat from within his chest. his breathing tickles my neck, his head snuggling into it as he takes in my scent, clearly having missed being this close to me. but still, i say nothing, giving him this small sense of comfort though anger still courses through my veins, in no position to forgive him just yet. however, it is impossible to deny the security i gain from his embrace, the way his hands run comfortingly up and down my back giving me a sense of contentment that only he can bring.

“i love you. i love you so much.” he whispers into my neck, planting a short and soft kiss there. “you’ll never understand how much i love you baby, you’re everything to me, my whole world.”

his hands begin to caress my lower back, travelling downwards and giving my ass a soft squeeze as his lips plant slow kisses on my neck and collarbone, all whilst he continues to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, pouring his heart out whilst his movements begin to increase - making his intentions crystal clear.

“tom please, not now. i’m still mad at you.” i say, trying to keep my voice stern, but an elongated sigh pours from my parted lips once his find the spot below my ear that makes me go crazy.

“you won’t be once i’m finished, i promise baby. just let me show you what you mean to me, mhm?” he asks, pulling his head from my neck to look into my eyes, a glint of desperation present within them.

i study his features, starting at his brown eyes - warm and enticing, looking into mine with so much admiration, so much love. his skin, smooth and flawless, unable to count how many times i have felt it against mine. his lips, soft and inviting, decorated with a small metal ring, loving how it would always feel against me, the harshness of it always contrasting with the warmth of his lips as they would move against mine.

and it is that small glance that makes me give in, my hands reaching for his head as i pull it downwards, quickly joining his lips with mine. he is taken aback, but it only takes him a few seconds to kiss me back, cupping my face with his hands and bringing me in even closer, our bodies merging as one.

he pulls away, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he begins to gently remove my clothing, starting with my shorts, kissing upwards until he reaches my hoodie, that soon following, leaving me in only my lingerie.

“so perfect.” he mutters, pecking my lips. “you’re so beautiful meine liebe, you know that?”

my cheeks heat up at his words as they spill like liquid gold from his pink lips, our fight feeling further and further away. it becomes harder to imagine that it ever happened, the way he touches me with such care making it seem almost impossible.

his clothes already off as he always sleeps in just his boxers, he reaches to remove his underwear, turning his attention to my own panties, letting them join the existing pile of clothes scattered around the room.

he moves to the top of the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard, gently picking me up and placing me into his lap as i straddle his waist, hands resting his shoulders as i stare into his eyes, a little nervous as i am never usually the one on top.

“tom i-”

“shhh, you’re okay, just ride.” he comforts, moving loose strands of hair from my face, placing a reassuring kiss on my lips.

i nod hesitantly, lifting my hips up and sliding down onto him, moaning as i take him in, my walls stretching as they become accustomed to his size. tom’s head has fallen backwards, fingers digging into my hips a little as his lips are parted, no noise escaping from them.

once i am used to his size, i begin to bounce slowly, picking up a steady rhythm as tom continues to hold on to my hips, helping me move.

“doing so well baby. just like that.” he sighs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.

it doesn’t take long for my legs to ache, no longer able to continue moving up and down, already tired. my movements are slow and lethargic, almost half-hearted as i try my best to keep going, chasing my release as i crave it more than anything, tom clearly feeling the same as his hold on my waist only tightens, his grip strong enough to leave faint marks on the skin.

“i can’t.” i whine, frustrated that i can’t keep going, completely spent. i fall forwards, collapsing onto tom’s chest, still inside him as he slowly thrusts upwards into me, his arms wrapping around my back as he kisses my forehead.

“you did so good baby, don’t worry.”

those are the only words he says before swiftly flipping us over, my back flush against the mattress as he begins to thrust into me at a relentless pace from above, my mouth falling open as loud moans pour from it, his name a mantra as it effortlessly falls from my lips. he hits places within me that have never been touched before, so deep inside me that i can feel him in my stomach, a small bulge visible as he moves in and out of me.

“love you so much, fuck-” tom groans, his hands on my thighs as he kneads the flesh, prying them further apart as the pleasure prompts them to try close around his waist.

“getting close baby, you close?” he mutters, moving his head so that his forehead is against mine, eyes studying my face as he awaits my response.

all i can do is let out an almost inaudible ‘mhm’, so close to my release that i can almost feel it, the knot in my stomach ready to burst any second. the way his dick twitches inside of me tells me that he is there too, his thrusts irregular.

“let go schatz, cum for me.” he says, watching as my face twists in pleasure, my release washing over me, the pressure of his coming at the same time too much as i squeeze my eyes shut, hands clutching onto his upper arms. my entire body shakes, the feeling overwhelming, mouth open in a silent scream as tom moans into my ear, still rocking in and out of me slowly, riding out our highs.

i am completely spent, laying motionless beneath him, my throat raw from the sounds that had emitted from it, breathing heavy and reckless. tom pulls out, wiping a few tears from my eyes that i hadn’t even realised had fallen, kissing the skin afterwards.

“you okay baby? you did so good, did i go too hard?” he says, my mind not fully registering what he is saying as i am completely exhausted, eyes starting to flutter shut. “you can’t sleep yet, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

i manage a weak nod, feeling tom lift me up bridal style, carrying me into the bathroom and carefully placing me on the counter. he walks over to the bath, turning the taps on and letting the water run, before rushing back over to me, taking a damp cloth and wiping me with it as a jolt when he is a little too rough, the area sensitive.

“sorry baby.” he mutters, kissing my forehead, separating my legs and moving to stand between them, embracing me in a hug and resting his head on top of mine whilst the bath fills up, small ‘i love you’s’ escaping his lips as he rubs my back, trying to soothe me in any way he can.

after a couple of minutes, he picks me up, gently placing me in the bath as the water submerges me, the warmth of it already easing the aching pain that runs through my body. he climbs in behind me as i sit between his legs, my back against his chest.

he washes my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp as my head falls backwards onto his shoulder, the feeling relaxing me even more, completely at peace in his arms. he moves to my body, carefully washing the delicate skin, planting occasional kisses on my shoulders and back as my breathing slows, on the verge of falling asleep.

he sees that i am too tired to stand up myself, picking me up and carrying me out as i wrap my arms and legs around him. he finds a towel, setting me back on the counter and drying my body, leaving the bathroom for a second and returning with some fresh ‘pyjamas’ - which consisted of a random t-shirt of his and some clean panties.

“come on baby, put these on then we can go to bed, mhm?” he says as i lift my arms up, allowing him to place the t-shirt onto my small frame, the material hanging off my figure as it reaches my knees. he takes my panties, moving them up my legs slowly, my hips bucking upwards so he can fully put them on me, finally putting his own underwear on.

he takes me to the bedroom, tucking me into bed and placing the covers over me, climbing in beside me, his arms wrapping around my waist as i cuddle into him.

“i’m so sorry for everything. i love you.” he whispers, kissing my hair softly.

i mutter a small ‘love you’ against his chest, falling asleep within minutes, completely exhausted.

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[marchsfreakshow]

My Darling Prince {Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader}

Kyle trusts you, he wants to show you he loves you more than you can imagine. And you love to call him your prince.

Also: barely any plot at all btw. :)

Warnings!: Fem reader, pnv, Oral! Fem receiving, praise kink, lots of praise (my angel needs it) horribly fluffy ending

18+ MINORS DNI!

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Y/N was laying in bed on her front, reading a Marvel comic. It never interested her, but she felt it was a good distraction while Kyle was out with Cordelia and Zoe. They went out an hour or two ago, so she hoped they would be back soon since Madison could bore Y/N to tears with how annoying she was.

Soon enough though, the door opened and Kyle ran up the stairs and banged his way into his shared room with Y/N. "Y/N!" He grinned, making her turn around and sit up.

"Hey, sweets. How are you?" She smiled back at Kyle, opening her arms so Kyle hugged her close. "Aw angel, tired?" She kissed Kyle's head gently, cuddling him. He nodded and looked up at Y/N.

"Lots of kisses..please." Happily, she agreed, letting Kyle gently places kisses over Y/N's face and making sure they were laid down. The kisses slowly became more heated, but Y/N pulled back fast.

"Sweets, are you okay to carry on? I don't want to make you re-live anything bad."

"Be okay. Carry on." Kyle breathed, placing his hand on her soft face. They both went back to soft kisses before becoming heated again. Hands roamed and the kisses were breathy now. Y/N closed the door quickly as possible before their small moans became louder.

Soon enough the heat made them take off their warm clothes. Tops were pulled off and hair was stuck to their sweaty faces. Same with trousers. Luckily for Kyle, Y/N was still wearing her pyjamas, so they slipped off her body easily and quickly. "Beautiful.." Kyle whispered, admiring every curve and shadow of her body. Y/N heavily blushed, and did the same to Kyle, tracing the parts of Kyle he still hated about himself.

"You're so much more handsome my prince."

"Kyle's princess." They both smiled, catching their breath. Kyle was on top of Y/N, both of them naked and sweaty from the heavy make-out session. "Carry on?" He asked, moving any of Y/N's hair out of her face. And she nodded, placing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, being careful to not accidentally trigger Kyle.

He just smiled and moved himself down, putting Y/N's legs around his own neck, gulping before looking back up at her. "It's okay Kyle, you can do it. I'm proud of you either way." She cooed, petting his head as he nervously started to lick the outside of her pussy. He slowly gained more confidence as he realised how good she tasted. Kyle started at the top, by her clit, going up and down. Which just made Y/N moan more and more. "Fuck I love you, my prince. You're so..so good for me!" She managed to say despite losing breath from how much Kyle was making her moan.

Kyle smiled to himself, looking back up at Y/N who was unable to meet his eyes because of them being rolled back. He felt another wave of confidence, and slowly attempted to focus on the red and throbbing clit, guessing it was the best place to go. However, to keep her as still as possible, he held the underneath of Y/N's thighs, her shaking not helping in the slightest. "Close?" He quietly asked, in a nod was the elicited response. So he went back in, attempting to lick and nibble at every part he could find, hoping it would make Y/N as happy as possible.

"f..fuck Kyle, keep going...there." Breaths were let out from the shaky lady, and Kyle did so. Swiftly after, she grabbed onto a part of Kyle's hair, her orgasm building in her stomach. "Kyle!" She yelled out, unable to control herself, and cummed in one movement. The sweet zombie boy cleaned it up for her with his own tongue still and placed her legs back down on the bed. He waited for her to catch her breath, picking up the glass of water on the bedside table just in case.

"You did so well baby, thank you." She smiled, sitting up slightly and taking the water from Kyle's hands and taking a big swig of it. Y/N soon took Kyle's face in her hands and kissed him again, softer this time, nothing but love with every kiss they gave. "Do you feel okay to keep going?"

"Yes. Can, you stay there?" He gently asked, Y/N moving back down again. She nodded and rubbed Kyle's shoulders slightly. Just as quick as she came, Y/N was back to clinging around Kyle, and this time, he was lining himself up. His eyes were darting between his smiling girlfriend and her swollen pussy. It took him a while, but Y/N put her hand on top of his and helped him put his hard, leaking dick into her. A sharp little noise came from Y/N but she let out a deep breath and leaned up, kissing Kyle's neck.

"You can move prince, it's alright." With that affirmation, Kyle almost put his weight on Y/N, his arms going under her shoulders to keep the connection close. The thrusts started off slow, but everyone made Y/N feel like her soul was being taken out of her. Kyle was able to go so deep even when being slow, which they both preferred.

Sweat gathered on every part of their connected bodies, warmth growing in every part of them. Kyle's grunts and whines were muffled as he stuck his face into the crook of Y/N's neck, and Y/N was not afraid to let everyone know how much Kyle was pleasuring her. The windows and door were closed but you could probably hear it at every part of the house. But Kyle was getting more needy, and he started to get faster unconsciously. "Mmh princess.."

"Go faster prince. You're so...so good." Those words were muttered and occasionally they let out a moan of each other's names. The heat in the room almost fogged up the room, Y/N and Kyle's passion was so much. Because Kyle was going faster, you could hear skin slapping, and his whines filled the room as much as Y/N's moans.

Soon though, Kyle gripped onto Y/N tight and Whispered in her ear, "Can, can I come?"

"Cum with me my good boy." That tipped Kyle over the edge, and suddenly both Y/N and Kyle were cumming together, shakes taking over their bodies. The condensation on the windows cooled, now becoming see-through again, and one window was open to let in cold air. Kyle pulled out of Y/N slowly and moved to sit next to her. "You did so well for me Kyle. I'm so proud of you, and you made me feel so good." Y/N smiled, and Kyle grinned back, almost looking like a happy dog. They shared another kiss before Y/N picked a towel up that was next to the bed, and used it on herself. Once she was decently clean, she used it to get any extra cum off of Kyle's cock, and he shivered every time it was touched because of how sensitive it felt.

They soon lay next to each other, and facing one another with the duvet on top of them. "Very loud." Kyle giggled, holding onto Y/N by her waist. "But happy. Y/N is my princess."

"And Kyle is my prince. My wonderful prince." They giggled for a bit before calming down and cuddling into one another to have a nap.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Tiny humans - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: House gets to meet Wilson's new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare...peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

authors note: my first post for this series I want to do of oneshots and my first fanfic post on tumblr ever...enjoy!!! Btw i'm taking a lot of inspo from Arizona Robbins from Greys anatomy

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House limped down the hallway followed by an exasperated Wilson who was concerned at his friends eager step, seeing as he was on his way to see a patient. How un-house-like.

"This is peds remember, these aren't normal patients. They don't lie, they don't have ulterior motives, they're just...kids." Wilson halted his friends shoulder and turned him towards his concerned face.

"So, wait until they've had a sip of beer before berating their existence?" House mockingly tilted his head in faux concern. Wilson's mouth opened but all that left was a sigh.

After confirming that his friend was no longer going to halt the inevitable, he continued on with a new fervour in his limp. But Wilson didn't stop there and sped to catch up with the surprising amount of ground his friend had covered.

"You see she loves these kids almost...almost like they're her own. She's smart and is excellent at what she does but she doesn't care about that." Wilson paused and looked back into his mind, picturing the moment he first saw her in a child's room, a plastic tiara on her head and an empty teacup perfectly clasped between her fingers.

"She cares about the kids."

"Wow. I'm touched." House grasps his chest and wipes away a non-existant tear. "Do you know how easy being a paediatrician is. They can't lie until they grow teeth and after that they're stupid enough to reveal to us when their parents lie. There's a reason it's 'daddy touches my special place' and not 'daddy gets aroused by children.'"

"That's it I'm making the rule. No pedaphile jokes."

"But the jokes literally in the name...peds"

"Who lets you around children?"

"Who lets me around people? Haha, I got you there!" He jabs a finger into Wilson's chest. Wilson rolls his eyes and holds out his arm to prevent his morose friend entering the land of happiness. Well as happy as a bunch of sick kids can be.

"Well let me appeal to your true nature." Wilson sighs. "I like this girl and she likes me. Please don't ruin it?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes. Fine! But only in the name of your libido, at least until I finish my soul-searching and realise my true calling is your bed."

Whilst House finishes his thought, they are spotted by a woman in pink scrubs, absent of any colour of coat. She briskly walks towards the two.

"Dr Wilson, Dr House. My name is..."

"I don't remember nurses names, it's nothing personal, I rarely remember anyones."

Wilson coughs and shoves his friends shoulder to direct him towards your burning gaze.

"As I was saying, my name is DOCTOR y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you."

Despite the gaze, her smile remains cheerful and she extends her hand for House to shake. Reluctantly, he eventually offers it and it is taken in a firm and bouncy handshake.

"James has told me so much about you, to be honest I'm surprised our paths have not crossed sooner. Regardless, today I am so happy to welcome you both to peds. The most magical place on earth."

Whilst listening to her, House took stock of the woman in front of him. Her pink scrubs seemed to be the dullest thing about her. Her hair was collected in a ponytail that swished its way down between her shoulder blades. Her pockets were lined with memories of her past. A pink glitter pen given to her from a girl who was continually brought in for asthma, a ball of yarn from a boy who had loved knitting, a yellow sticker saying great job, a blue glitter one saying 'you go girl'. There was a pencil with a yellow smiley face rubber and another that seemed to contain many colours. I guess that just made it all the more fun. House smirked when he saw a pocket protector. Not too dissimilar to the one that lined the pocket of the smitten brunette next to him.

"Gentlemen, this is peds. This is the place of the tiny humans. They like glitter, they play games, they see us as magicians. They believe we are the magical healers who can cure them. So that's how we present ourselves to them. The tiny humans may be tiny but they are strong. Stronger than most. Their bodies fight because they know they have so much life left to live and we try our hardest to give them as much life left as we possibly can."

As the girl speaks, absolutely in awe of her job and the lives it saves. She fails to notice the adoring gaze of the one she calls hers. The brunette looks to her as if she hung the stars and the moon and even though he could hear House's eyes rolling into the back of his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look or care. Not when she was in his line of sight.

"So you will not be stubborn, you will not be blunt or sarcastic. As far as I'm concerned, today you are the two newest editions to the circus. So play the part and follow my lead."

She picks up her files which were each coordinated by colour and glitter. House smirked at this. She turns to push open the door to the unit but falters.

"Also..."

She turns back to face the two men.

"The owners of the tiny humans can be quite volatile. You've been warned. Enjoy!" Her look of warning is quickly replaced by a mask of pure joy.

House softly giggles.

"I like her. Will we soon be hearing the pitter patter of tiny 'Wilson' humans?"

Wilson didn’t even hear his friends comment and instead chose to follow his beauty, like a moth to a flame.

House shrugs.

"Men, never thinking with the right head." As he eyes the glitter residue that adorns Wilson’s sleeve.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

I keep picturing this:

(Not yet bf!)John going short of ballistic with genuine worry when you refuse to hold hands.

CoD ML

Okay, obviously this needs context.

So, John tags along with you to the V&A. Now, being a proper gentleman, he first takes you out for coffee and a bite before you slowly make your way to the museum in South Kensington. After all, it’s one of those rare sunny and warm London spring days and you could do with some Vitamin D.

No, not Vitamin Daddy. What was that?

ANYWAY! As soon as you enter, you fall into the habit of wandering about without any regard whatsoever for your companion. It’s not a conscious decision, of course, but sometimes you need to turn your brain off and enjoy art while protected by your personal bubble.

When you’re in the Cast Courts, you feel a hand on your shoulder. It takes every ounce of self-control not to let the scream tickling the back of your throat escape, which would definitely break the amiable peacefulness of the museum.

“There you are! Do you have any bloody idea how worried I was?” John’s lightly panting, eyes wide and pupils dilated with a frenzy that leaves you wondering about the cause of it. “I let you out of my sight for one second and you have me run around the entire museum looking for you.”

“Well, you kinda invited yourself,” you mumble under your breath, masking the way you flinch with a step back.

“Pardon?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Nah, Y/N.” His fingers dig painfully into your cheeks as he grabs your face and forces you to look at him. “You’re a big girl so use your words. Go on. You know how.”

“Y- You wanted to come with. Invited yourself.”

“I guess that’ll have to do for a proper sentence.” He lets go and extends a bear-like hand. “Before you wander off again with that silly little head of yours.”

“No.”

“Hand. Now.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking,” John growls, forcefully entwining his fingers with yours. The grip on them is firm, iron-like. Fully aware you won’t be able to escape.

You slowly walk about the space like that for a few moments. Eventually, you find the courage to defy the seething rage you feel emanating from him.

“I… I’m sorry, John.” You’re not afraid of his mood, but it’s rather the guilt that sinks its claws into you which evokes tears in your eyes.

He stops in his tracks, lets go of your hand, and turns around so fast it’s like he’s trying to evade a bullet. Within seconds, he has you wrapped up in his arms, his fingers running through your hair in an effort to console you. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m not mad with you, just a little annoyed you don’t account for me and worried about what might happen when you’re alone. I know you’re a capable girl, Y/N, but I still care about your well-being too.”

The back rubs help soothe the storm of tears welling up inside you, waiting to come thundering out. Nevertheless, the kiss on the top of your head calms it. “How about we grab a coffee, hm? Maybe get something to eat too. My treat.”

He holds you at arm’s length, checking your expression while lovingly wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks away. “Does that sound good?”

You nod. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling silly for acting like a child at your grown age. “I’m sorry you had to see that. And for me not telling you where I was.”

“Shh, ‘s alright, love.” While normally he wouldn’t allow himself to do it since you’re not official yet and he doesn’t know whether you reciprocate his feelings or not, he kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose. “Let’s go to the café. Don’t let go of my hand.”

And you don’t.

(Might make this imagine into a proper scene for my dad’s best friend!John Price story. It’s in the works, btw! I’m currently gathering inspiration and writing bits like the above here and there, organically creating the tale, so to say.😉)

[mllersjoel]

good old fashioned lover boy

Pairing: Regency!Wyll Ravengard x gn!reader

Summary: It's dreadfully boring at this ball, especially when Lord Gortash won't stop talking to you. Lord Ravengard steps in, and just maybe, this night can be saved.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: why does no one write for my bb boy. i love him. have some regency au (writing comms r open btw!)

It’s your second year as an eligible member of society, and you are bored out of your mind. Your guardian has dragged you to yet another ball, with dancing and schmoozing that you would rather die than be doing. Thankfully, you’ve managed to avoid just about everyone who wants to sign your dance card with a glare or pretending to choke so hard tears well up in your eyes. You came here because your best friend, Astarion, promised to accompany you this time and fill up your dance card with his name only, but that plan swiftly fell out the window as he laid eyes on a pretty half-elf.

You could see him check out of the conversation, eyes flitting to them then back at yours. 

“Just go, Astarion,” you sigh, shoving him playfully.

His eyes blink back to yours, trying and failing to pretend like he wasn’t ogling another person. “I have no idea what you’re on about, darling.”

“I can handle myself and it’s pathetic watching you try to concentrate on me. Go.”

Astarion smiles broadly, kissing your cheeks. “Have I ever told you you’re the light of my life?”

You snort. “Just when you want something.”

He shrugs, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “If you need me, just shout.”

He leaves, and you’re barely able to let out a breath before another man (greasy, looking like he needs two decades of sleep) takes his place. Without asking, he signs his name on your dance card. “Enver Gortash, Lord of this estate. Care to dance with me?”

You are pulled to the dance floor before you can even answer and you desperately try to come up with an excuse. “I—I can’t dance right now,” you protest, attempting to extricate yourself from his grasp without seeming rude, “I’m waiting for someone.” He ignores you, laughing. 

“Don’t play coy,” he says, assuming a waltz position. The music begins, and you have no choice but to dance with him. You catch Astarion’s eye and watch him square his shoulders, ready to pull you out of there as you minutely shake your head at him. 

‘Don’t make a scene,’ you mouth.

The entire time you dance with Lord Gortash, he drones on and on about his estate, how he fought for his wealth (although it was an open secret that he participated in less than savory business practices), and how immodestly he thinks women are dressed now. The song feels like its going on forever, then, blissfully, the music stops. There is a slight bustle as everyone switches partners, looking at who’s next on your dance card. Lord Gortash takes your hand, and with a predatory grin realises you have no one else on your dance card. As he takes your pencil, eager to write his name again, a hand grips his wrist and stops him.

You look up and see a beautiful man, dark skinned, hair braided closely to his head and a slight stubble covering his cheeks. He has a deep brown, almost black eye, while the other seemed pale and translucent. His smile is charming and bright, without a hint of sleaziness the other man seemed to carry in bucket loads. “I’m terribly sorry to cut in,” he says, the dulcet tones of his voice sending a slight shiver down your spine, “but I believe it’s my turn to have the pleasure of their company.”

Lord Gortash scoffs, brandishing your dance card towards the handsome man. “Your name isn’t on there. Mine is. Get lost, Ravengard.”

The man—Ravengard—nods, taking a step back. He seems as if he’s about to leave, and your heart sinks at the prospect of another dance with this man when he leans back in, pointing near the back. “Oh, before I go, I fear I spy Lady Karlach on her way. She mentioned something about—what was it now?—getting even?”

You see Gortash’s face turn white as he whips his head around, trying to spot someone. Without sparing you a second glance, he practically runs out of the ballroom, tripping on his own feet as he’s nearly sent sprawling. You hide your laugh behind your hand, catching the eye of Ravengard. “Thank you,” you say, adjusting your clothes, “he just wouldn’t stop talking.”

“You seemed like you were in need of saving,” he says, taking your hand and planting a feather-light kiss on the back of it. “Lord Wyll Ravengard, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You give your name back which he tests immediately, smiling at the way it sounds. He gestures to your dance card, his hand still holding yours. “May I?”

You nod, delighted that this night seemed to be turning around. He writes his name in neat, precise cursive, finishing just as the band begins to play the notes of the next song. His hand is warm as it envelops yours, large, course fingers wrapping around your glove, leading you to the middle of the dance floor.

A slow dance begins to play, and suddenly you are swept up in his movements. He dances easily, leading you as if it was second nature. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you say, matching his movements easily.

He smiles bashfully, looking down for a second. “Ah, I’ve been away.”

“And how do you like being back?”

He twirls you, catching you easily when you return back into his arms. “I like it a lot better now.”

As you waltz with him, you catch Astarion’s eye once more. He mouths, ‘Good?’

You nod and smile, glad when he gives you a thumbs up of approval. ‘He’s sexy,’ Astarion tells you, and you accidentally snort, looking away when Lord Ravengard raises an amused brow at you. “Too clichéd?”

“No, not at all!” You scramble, trying to school your face into a neutral expression. Every time you looked at his face, however, you started giggling again. Lord Ravengard laughed along with you, still not missing a step and barely even wincing when you inevitably stepped on his toes. “My friend is being stupid, that’s all.”

“Well,” Lord Ravengard starts, stepping closer than what was deemed proper, “if it’s not my horribly cheesy sayings, may I say that you look more stunning than the goddess Aphrodite herself?”

You gasp in jest, smiling. “Careful, my lord, your hubris may see you cursed.”

The song ends, yet he remains still, holding you. “A small price to pay to adequately compliment your beauty.”

Your heart stutters as he steps back, bowing as you hesitantly remember to do the same. “May I see you again?” You ask, hoping your forward nature doesn’t put him off like so many other men.

He smiles broadly, genuine. “I would love that.” 

[star2fishmeg]

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

Pairing: Miyauchi ‘Binzo’ Kozo x afab!reader

Summary: y/n’s day just kept getting worse and worse and Binzo had just what she needed to make it better

Warnings: ooc Binzo, fluff, comfort, swearing, short n' sweet

Authors note: this one’s dedicated @straysugzhpe who is such an incredible person and writer!! This is my first time writing Binzo by the way, have mercy. F/n = friend’s name

Authors note II: my banners and fics look better on dark mode btw, light mode users are your eyes okay?

Request: none!

With the sun finding slumber over the horizon, what was supposed to be just a normal day at school turned for the worst. The heavens opened in the morning, completely ruining the hairstyle she spent ages on perfecting (no occasion, but she just wanted to feel pretty), she failed a test and while it wasn’t that much of a deal, it was just something you’d rather not add to the already defeated feeling; then over lunch, someone spilt juice over her uniform, leaving it sticky and gross and to finish off her day a couple of girls had stolen her shoes and when she had found them, they were covered in mud. Her day went so horrifically that she hadn’t even waited for her friend and just left.

Crushing the juice box between her fingers, y/n dropped it lazily on the bench beside her, staring back at the view over the city from the hill she found herself. The city itself had started to awaken, restaurant lights flickering and apartment lights barely glowing in the tangerine hues that blanketed the world. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, her breath becoming shallow and she tried to refrain. It failed though, her ducts gave out and the weight on her chest was relieved with hot tears silently streaming down her cheeks, quiet sobs heaving as she let the stress of her day rush out her body.  Covering her face was pointless, no one was around anyway, in her eyes she was already a mess as it was. Dropping her head, she pulled her knees to her chest, curling up on the bench while watching the sunset with blurry vision and sore eyes.

“I, uh…hey y/n.” Kozo wasn’t one for being soft-spoken, but the way he was picking at his nails while approaching the bench to sit next to her in small steps gave enough indication that he was trying his best. He sat at a reasonable distance, not to frighten her, eyes flickering between the view and her figure.

Y/n sniffed, languidly turned her head to give him a glance, pushing hair out her eyes and wiping her eyes swiftly, “Did f/n tell you?” she sniffed. His eyebrows raised at her croaky voice, she really sounded rough. His heart tightened, he’d never seen someone with so much resemblance to sunshine appear completely dejected and rained on. Binzo only nodded, looking back at his hands as she sighed, “I feel awful, I just left them without a word.”

“They understand, don’t worry.” He paused, “You gonna tell me what happened or do you wanna hug or something?” His mind was screaming at him, he could’ve said something better than that and he could’ve offered a hug when he wasn’t covered in dirt and drywall.  Drywall. Where did the drywall come from? He kept fidgeting, his fingers becoming more interesting than anything else at that moment. Leaning back, he draped his arms over the back of the bench, awkwardly opening his mouth but no words came out. What would Mercy do, huh? He had asked him about this type of thing recently but now it was reality, he’d gone completely dumb as if y/n was some random woman. The cogs in his brain rusted and trying to think, he’d known her for years why was his leg trembling and why did he suddenly care about his appearance, why was his stomach doing flips?

Y/n scooted closer to him, resting her head on his chest, facing the dusk, “Did my hair all pretty only for it to get ruined, then failed some dumb test, had juice launched over me and some girls stole my fucking shoes and covered them in mud, so now my feet are cold, damp and disgusting and then I just ran off without f/n so I feel guilty about that and I know it’s not that deep but I can’t help it.”

Binzo wrapped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer while she cuddled into him, tears brimming and being soaked up by his jacket. He didn’t say anything, but the thundering in his chest spoke volumes for him. He just gently caressed her hair, twirling stands on his finger and combing it until she had no tears left to cry.

“For what it’s worth, y/n, I still think you’re pretty,” he said softly and glanced down, y/n lifting her head to meet his gaze, “Even if your hair was ruined, clothes soaked and shoes muddy, you’re still very beautiful.”

She smiled, the corners of her eyes creasing, a genuine smile. Kozo responded with a smile of his own, not a manic one like before fights, one that only existed in the comforts of his room and inner circle where it was followed by a small chuckle rather than a growl. Overall, she thought it was nice hearing him talk rather than yelling, the zombie everyone else knew didn’t exist around her, not that she was bothered by that side.  

“I think you’re pretty too,” her fingers ran down the denim on his jacket, leaving a streak in the dust that coated it, “Even when you’re covered in...drywall?”

He shook his head in defeat, smile never fading, “Shit happens.”

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[tmntxthings]

howdy hey, i was wondering if i could request some headcannons for how the rise!TMNT would feel if after the events of the movie, their s/o or best friend (either or!) suddenly started helping them out alot, like making dinner for them or doing their chores for them ect. gn reader please! btw i love your stuff it's all so amazing<33

After the End

author’s note: sorry for the wait <333

warnings: angst, comfort ending, cursing, trauma, flashbacks, unedited

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Raph

You had been Raph’s friend before the kraang invasion. So when you were finally able to go check in on him after everything was settled you hadn’t expected to see the lair in such a messy state. “Yeahhh, sorry for the mess” Raph said sheepishly. “It’s actually way better than it was yesterday…” Your eyes almost popped out at that statement.

You rolled up your sleeves and Raph stood in front of you shaking his head, “I didn’t invite you over to get you to clean! I was thinking we could go to the surface and get some pizza maybe?” “But!” you had started. And Raph was carrying you out of the lair despite your complaints of being able to help out. “I know I know,” he said. In your mind you were swearing to definitely help after eating pizza.

“So other than the state of your home, is everything else okay? What about the guys?” You asked gently as you chewed on a slice of cheese pizza. Raph sighed, “we’re getting by, I think everyone is trying to just push it aside…” you hummed in contemplation. Wondering if that was the healthiest thing to do. “Well I’m sure everyone will speak up if they have something on their mind,” you tried to stay optimistic.

Raph nodded and with that he inhaled the rest of the pizza. You snorted, finishing off the other slice you had claimed before he ate the rest. “Some things never change,” you smiled and he smiled back. “Now I’m helping out with the lair! And don’t tell me I can’t, because I want to” Raph rolled his eyes, you were so stubborn and he knew there was no way he would convince you otherwise. “Fine, just for today!”

Two weeks later and you were wiping the sweat from your brow. “I’d say mission accomplished!” You exclaimed as the rest of the brothers, Splinter, Casey, and April agreed. The lair was finally back to its original state. Anything that was trashed and Donnie couldn’t fix was considered garbage, which made for many trips up to the surface. Otherwise the lair looked mostly normal with a few upgrades here and there because Donnie couldn’t help himself.

“Home sweet home,” Raph sighed and he patted your head. “Thanks for helping Y/n, even though-“

“I knowwww I didn’t have to help, but Raph, there’s no where else I’d rather be. I mean you saved the world!! The least I could do is help my friend with putting back together his bangin’ home,”

Raph chuckled, “bangin’ for sure,” and he ruffled the hair atop your head. “JUST KISS ALREADY!” Leo shouted and bolted for it as you turned to blush and Raph was off chasing after the menace he called a brother.

Leo

You were beside Leo the moment he was placed on bed rest, tending to him since he was really injured after the kraang invasion. He’s lucky his self-sacrificing ass didn’t really get trapped in the prison dimension! You had cried into his blankets while he was unconscious and then cried all over again when he finally woke.

“Y/n, baby, I’m okay,” he reassured you. And you sniffed, wiping away your tears as you gave him a death glare. “No you are not! And it is okay Leo, it is okay to not be okay.” And the tough guy act he had been shouldering ever since he opened his eyes faded.

Tears pooling and slipping down his green cheeks as he voiced how scared he had been, at how he thought he hadn’t done enough and that he was going to die there, in that cold place where he felt like he belonged, because it was all his fault! He ranted and sobbed and you moved closer to him, holding his face to your chest gently. Cradling him and letting him say all that had been unsaid, the things he would never tell his brothers.

When the crying subsided, you heard his stomach growl. And trying to lighten the mood you said, “I know I’m not the best cook, but do you want me to fix you something?” Leo snorted, “I don’t know, you sure? I don’t want the lair to be burnt down, the guys just started fixing the place up!” He joked and you refrained from smacking his arm, sticking your tongue out instead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only burn the kitchen down!” You said haughtily as you got up from your chair leaving Leo’s room. But before you could get far his good hand snagged your arm, “you don’t have to..” he said softly not looking at your face. “I want to,” you smiled, your hand going up to squeeze Leo’s and then he let you go.

Luckily for you, they had canned soup, which was something you knew how to make! Along with a turkey sandwich with all the fixings and a bag of chips since you didn’t know how hungry the blue turtle was. Now carrying it all back to Leo’s room was the only problem. You set everything on a big tray and maintained slow and steady steps all the way there. “Ta-da!” You said upon entering his room, placing the tray on top of his lap. “Wow what a feast!” Leo smiled up at you. “Oh well, you know I’m no Gordon Ramsey,” you said playfully. “My own five star michelin chef,” he teased in between bites.

Donnie

“Hello?” You called out into Donnie’s lab. It was quiet. Too quiet.. you knew things had happened. The lair did look different as you had quickly passed through, saying hi to Mikey in the living room and asking if Donnie was in his room or the lab. Mikey had pointed quietly to the lab in answer and you held your breath. Was it that bad? You thought to yourself.

You tried the door finding that it was unlocked which you were thankful for. “Dee?” You called out again, not getting a reply. He wasn’t at his work table, nor his swivel chair, not at his monitors either. You walked to the back of the lab, hoping that maybe he was asleep on the couch he kept back there. He wasn’t asleep. He was sitting on the couch. He had his elbows on his knees, hands holding his head, face down looking at the floor.

You stood there for a moment, you became unsure of yourself. But as you swallowed and cornered your resolve, you knew you couldn’t just turn back around. You wanted to be there for Donnie. “Hey Don, you okay?” You asked quietly, taking a few tentative steps closer to stand in front of him. His head hung lower, “Mhm, peachy.” His voice came out hard and sarcastic. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked, one arm coming to wrap around your other one, holding your elbow awkwardly.

“No I don’t Y/n. I think everyone knows what happened, I mean it’s recorded for the whole world to see. To watch as my brother faces off kraang alone as I go flying in the other direction completely useless.” His hands slowly slip from his face. As he gets to the end of his rant he began tapping on his wrist tech and a holographic image appears in between both of you. The scene where kraang moves too fast for Donnie to be able to get his tech-bo up and in a defensive position quick enough.

Both him and Mikey flying back from the power of kraang’s hit. Gravity doing the rest and forcing Raph to be portaled by Leo to save them. “I should’ve been there.” Donnie grounded out as the video replayed. “I should’ve been more prepared.” As he replayed the video for a third time. The tears in your eyes started to slip down your face. “WHY AM I-“ he breaks, his emotion choking him up before he cries out, “not good enough?”

You rush forward, pressing a button on his wrist tech and effectively stopping the video, turning off the holograph feature completely. “Donatello, do not do this to yourself.” You said your hands grabbing his and holding them. “You did everything you could, you fought back,” you squeezed his hands. He shook his head, “it wasn’t enough,” he took a shaky breath, “my best wasn’t enough and so it will never be enough.”

“Donnie!” You said in disbelief. “I-“ you sputtered trying to get a hold of the words, because you were just feeling so much right now. “That will never be you at your best Donnie, you grow every, single, day.” You were looking straight into his eyes, he wasn’t meeting yours. “You out of all people know that the past is only stepping stones to a brighter future, you will become faster, stronger, smarter. Because that’s who you are, you don’t have limits Donatello!”

His eyes met yours, and it was a first for you because you saw they held tears. “Oh Donnie,” you said softly, hurting because he was, “you think so?” he asked softly. “I know so,” you promised and he squeezed your hands back. Before pulling you into his arms, into his lap, wanting you close, needing your comfort now more than ever. You felt his body shake slightly as he cried silently into your shoulder. Your hands went up, holding the back of his head, letting the silence envelope you both.

It wasn’t until the shaking stopped and breathing deepened did you realize that he had fallen asleep. Holding you to his plastron. You just knew that he hadn’t slept in a while, probably hadn’t eaten either. But you didn’t move, you’d stay put until he woke up and then you’d get him something to eat. Donnie wasn’t the type to get so emotional, to let it consume him and drain him, but on the rare instances that it did happen, you would be there. You closed your eyes, hoping that he would wake up feeling a little lighter, that he took your words as the truth because you believed them to be so. I love you. Was your last thought as you slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Mikey

“I’ve got it!” You said as Mikey asked if anyone wanted pizza. “Huh?” He questioned looking up at you as you hopped on one foot, putting on your shoes. “I’ll go get it,” you said smiling, “just tell me which place you’re ordering from,” Mikey smiled, “oh okay! thanks Y/n!”

“Mikey can you lend me a hand?” Raph asked as he moved on to the work out room. All the weights and dumbbells were strewn about on the ground. “I’ll do it!” You said rushing to Raph’s side and started with the lightest. “Are you sure?” Mikey said coming to your side, going to pick up one when you stumbled for it instead. “Positive!” You smiled widely, giving him a wink. He tilted his head. A shy, confused smile on his face. “Thanks Y/n,” Raph said as he grunted picking up the heaviest weights possible.

“Alright guys, tonight’s the night, Mikey’s Special is back on the menu~” the orange turtle said enthusiastically as he hopped up from his bean bag heading for the kitchen. You were hot on his trail, watching as he immediately grabbed certain pans and pots for the dish he had in mind. “Hey Mike, I was thinking, what if I helped out??” You said following as he went to the stove. “No can do Y/n, Mikey’s Special is top secret even to you,” he booped your nose as he turned back around going for big spoons and spatulas. “I know but, your hands…” you spoke softly, worried you would hurt his feelings when that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Y/n,” he said slowing down his movements as your words hit him. He knew you had been doing a lot for him lately. He had a feeling it was because of that. But it was different to actually hear it from your lips. “I can still use my hands,” he said defensively and you immediately put yours up, “I know Mikey, that’s not what I meant I just don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself. You’ve only just healed..” and the more you talked the more you wished you hadn’t. His shoulders slumped and you felt incredibly horrible. “I- I’m sorry. I think it’s coming out the wrong way I just want to help,” you said quickly trying to make him happy again.

“I know,” he turned to face you, offering a sad smile. “But I can do this.” He said determinedly. You nodded, “okay well, if you need me I’ll be in the other room,” you said reflecting his smile. You walked out of the kitchen, holding your hands together, feeling his gaze follow you all the way out. You knew you were probably being a bit overbearing. But you couldn’t help it, seeing how badly Mikey’s hands had been hurt. The nerves damaged but were thankfully able to recover. His hands still shook every now and again but he was getting better. Immensely better.

Two hours later and Mikey called your name. You bolted into the kitchen and the smell of delicious food instantly hit your nose. “Oh wow Mike, that smells so good!” You said in awe, it had been awhile since he had cooked. He was beaming a smile now, “can you help me bring out the plates?” a knowing look in his eyes met yours and you nodded happily. “Of course!” You said going for the first plate that was piled up high with food. “Alright, now be careful it’s hot!” He warned. Thankfully the walk to the table wasn’t that long so the trip back and forth didn’t take up too much time. Everyone was seated and Casey was chowing down saying how this was the best thing he had ever eaten! Which he practically said for ever new dish he tried but Mikey was still over-the-moon flattered to hear it.

After everyone was done, and thanked the cook it was dish time and you readily offered. But everyone cleaned their own plate to which was how you and Mikey ended up being the last ones in the kitchen. “Be honest, from my before cooking to now, how would you rate tonight’s meal?” Mikey asked curiously and your answer was pondered upon only for a second. “I’d say a solid ten, honestly Mikey, you’re a boss in the kitchen,” and he chuckled. “What?” You asked and he just shook his head smiling, “you sound like Raph,”

“It’s a catchy catchphrase!” You laughed, admitting that you did totally just sound like Raph right there. “How about this, that dish was totally radical?” You amended and he flicked his wet fingers your way. Causing you to gasp. “I don’t say radical!” He laughed and it was your turn to flick water his way, causing his hands to go up defensively. “You do too! Or should I’ve said it was a whip-o-rama meal?!” You teased and the mischievousness in Mikey’s eyes was your only warming you got before the nozzle to the sink was turned on you. Drenching your face and hair! “Michael!!!” You squealed trying to grab the nozzle and spray him back but it was to no avail. So you decided you had to pull out the big guns and went straight for his face. Cupping your cold wet hands to his green cheeks and pulling his face close for to give him wet kisses.

The spraying stopped after two, and then his hands completely let go, in favor of pulling your body closer. Kissing you back with passion. “AHEM!” Leo’s obnoxious voice sounded a tad too close for comfort as you jumped back away from Mikey. Leo had created a portal and was waving his dish towards you, “Sorry to interrupt but, do ya think you can do mine? I’ll owe ya!” Leo cheesed and dropped the dish, you quickly caught it before it clattered to the ground. When you stood back up Mikey was nowhere to be found, but you could hear shouting and a lot of footsteps from outside the kitchen.

“I’m sorry!! How was I supposed to know you two were k-i-s-s-i-n-g?!” Leo part hollered, part sang. Only to let out a scream seconds later. “Can’t we talk about this??? Where’s Doctor Feelings?!” Leo begged for mercy and held in your laughter as you heard, “Doctor Feelings is gone and Dr. Delicate Touch is taking names and crossing them OUT!”

[emmyrosee]

HIIIIII EMMYYY are you ready for possibly my most self indulgent rant yet?

so I actually haven’t had the best past few days and using fictional men as my comfort actually helped make me feel better a bit, soooo I’m here to share another rant in case you’re down and need this too!! :D

atsumu, the love of my life, my pride and joy, my husband, my everything tbh!! comforts you after a hard day, you’ve been down about so many things-body image (my main struggle as a not so skinny girlie tbh) not feeling good enough, missing out on stuff, whatever it is!! and when you get home you’re all teary and admit that the only thing you wanted all day was him. And he MELTS AND MAKES IT HIS MISSION TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. he’d make sure you’re properly taken care of- sooooo many cuddles, the SWEETEST of sweet nothings whispered in your ear to make you ease up and feel so loved. That’s all he wants for you- he wants you to feel every single ounce of his love. He’s so set on taking care of you the best he can. Rubbing up and down your back and kissing you all over, every inch he can reach (if you’re like me with the body insecurities, he’d definitely give extra attention to those places). He’ll also do his best to make you laugh if you don’t want to talk about it. And when you wake up the next day, he’s still all sweet on you, making you breakfast and using your favourite pet names, etc. he hates when you feel sad, so he’ll be on high alert for the next couple days making sure his baby is recovering and not stuck in a bad place. I’m just so so so so soft for him always and he brought me a lot of comfort today so I wanted to share!!! There is absolutely NO RUSH to respond to this btw, please don’t feel pressured to!! ILYYYYY I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL !!!!

anon <3

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH L O V I N G THIS-

Listen. ListEN TO ME DAMN IT-

ATSUMU LOVES A THICC MOMMAS AND HE KNOWS YOU KNOW THAT, OKAY??? I DONT MAKE THE RULES AND IF YOU THINK I DO, I ACTUALLY DO BC THIS IS MY KINGDOM

also just as a tiny baby tw for some potential body dismorphia, there’s nothing in detail but I know negative talk in fics can trigger it, so I just want everyone to feel safe 🥺❤️

Listen. Self esteem is something hard to maintain. And he knows that, he’s so proud of you for the strides you’ve made- but no one always loves themself. No one always loves who they are or what they see in the mirror.

And he’d rather shove a toothpick under his toenail and kick a wall than ever have you fester in these thoughts alone.

The minute your fine ass comes strutting into your house, eyes a little watery and bottom lip trembling, he instantly jumps up and wraps you up in his big arms, cradling your head and shushing you softly. He’s not gonna make you talk while you’re sobbing into his chest, though his mind is soaring a million thoughts a second to try and figure it out.

“Bad day?” He murmurs into your hair once you calm down, and you offer him a sniffle and cling to him tighter.

“They’re so… mean, ‘tsumu,” you whimper and he’s about ready to maim someone and their first born.

“Who is?”

“The little voice in my head…” you choke on your tears while Atsumu tenses up. “And telling me you’re too good for me and I’m too ugly for you and fat and-“

“Stop.”

His sharp word make you tense up, and you look up at him with watery eyes.

He wipes one of your tears with his calloused thumb, “I’m not ‘too good’ for you. That doesn’t exist. You deserve even better than anything I could give ya; and even if you don’t feel like the sexiest piece of ass on this damned planet, it’s not for you to decide if I’m ‘too good’ one day. You’re mine baby, and the universe made us for each other. So shut your fine ass up.”

It makes you giggle, but you know that there’s complete truth in his words, and with a shaky sigh you nod and let him kiss you once, twice, and a third time with only love on his lips.

But he doesn’t stop there. Nay nay.

If anything, things escalate in the best ways.

Because he already can barely keep his paws off of you, but if you’re feeling especially insecure, even for brief stints, he refuses to let your mind continue to tread.

If he’s at the stove, you’re tucked under his arm while he cooks with his dominant hand, letting his left hand soothingly stroke your arm. He makes little noises and grunts when he wants you to try a taste of whatever he’s making, and he smiles when you hum in contentment.

If you’re folding laundry, he’s gently grabbing your hand and spinning you into his arms, dancing a quick back and forth with you; it ends when he bends you into a dip, but that’s mostly because the squeal and the subtle smacking of his chest lets him know that you’ve had your fun, but you need to focus or whatever.

When you’re washing your face, his arms are looped low around you with his chin hooked over your shoulder, smacking on a silly voice to “explain” what products you’re using and how much of it to use, like a beauty guru.

When you’re finally settled in bed and he’s finishing up in the bathroom, you smile sweetly at him from over your book when he slinks back in, basketball shorts low on his hips and muscle tee clinging to his frame. Wordlessly, he leans on the edge of the bed, soft lips tracing kisses from your cheek, to suckle at your jawline and neck, and once he makes his way to your collarbones, he takes your book out of your hands while you recline back.

“Bookmark it.”

“I know what to do.”

His lips move to the valley of your breasts to leave marks just along your skin, his massive paws cradling the soft part of your belly. Your breath hitches, and he hums a soft reassurance.

“My baby,” he mumbles. “Wish I could’ve been there with you today. Kept those nasty thoughts away.”

You mewl as he buries his face against you, the unruly parts of his hair tickling you softly, “you’re here now.”

“And I’m never goin’ anywhere.” He wraps his arms around your torso to nuzzle into you, seemingly settling into a comfortable position to sleep for the night.

You giggle, “comfy?”

“Extremely,” he murmurs. “Told Meian I was spewing chunks and couldn’t come in tomorrow, so you’ve got me all to yourself.”

“Atsumu!”

“What, you think ‘Omi’s gonna let me on the court if he thinks I’m puking? He hates puke.”

“Stop saying puke,” you whine, swatting at him with some giggles. “You’re killing the mood.”

“Ah?” He hums, raising his head with a cheshire smile, “there’s a mood?” He raises back on his haunches to wrap his meaty hands around your thighs, and with a quick pull, he’s got you on your back just below him, squeals and giggles pealing from your lips.

“‘Tsum, I’m tired,” you whine, though your legs instinctively curl around him.

“Not gonna do anything,” he assures, the hands moving from your legs to brace on either side of your head. “Just like lookin’ at you… always love lookin’ at you.”

“Creep.”

He cocks a brow, “you think that’s creepy?”

“I do.”

“Well wait ‘til you hear what smellin’ ya does to me.” Before you can say anything, he ducks his head down to the soft pillowiness of your neck, taking ridiculously loud inhales through his nose. You shove at him with uncontrollable laughter, knees bumping into his back.

“You freak, get away!”

“Wait ‘til you hear what feelin’ ya does to me,” he mumbles from your neck, and in a similar fashion, his left hand comes down to claw at your sides dramatically, his sniffling now mingling with the tickling.

“S-Stop it!”

“But nothin’ quite like tastin’ ya, dollface.”

Your mind can barely process his words before he leans up to kiss the giggles straight from your mouth, his massive frame keeping you still and as if protecting you from anything you may fear.

He’s warm, he smells divine and he feels just like home, and for a moment you forget that even if you hadn’t come home and said you weren’t feeling great, there’s still a chance the night could’ve ended the same.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He whispers, nuzzling your nose with his.

You bite your lip, “I want cinnamon rolls for breakfast.”

He chuckles, “you got it boss.”

And just as atsumu always does, he holds true to that; the next morning, you wake up to the smell of vanilla and honey dancing through your home, and while part of you is bumming out for not being in your boyfriend’s arms, he’s up for you.

He does his daily affirmations with you- once again obliterating you with tickles when you snort at some of them- makes sure you eat anything you desire because he could die from the idea you’re not eating enough because of the things you try to convince yourself, and just. Being there. Holding your hand, complimenting you no matter where you are, playing hooky on his day off just to make sure you’ve got your fill and you’re right back where your sexy ass left off.

“‘Tsumu?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Thank you.”

He kisses your hairline without a second thought, wrapping an arm around you and letting you curl against him.

“Never gotta thank me for something I was born to do, babydoll.”

[simizzy-writes]

If it's okay (please feel free to delet this ask if it makes you uncomfortable!!) can I request Zhao with a fem s/o that is insecure about her physical appearance? More specifically her small chest? (btw I LOVED your others Zhao fics! you're the BEST!!)

💕💕thank you for reading my work, and for making a request! you're an angel💕💕

Pairing: Zhao Tianyou x Fem!Reader Warnings: insecurities. body image insecurities. mentions of past bullying. mentions of plastic surgery. A/N: for those of you who may have any body image issues, myself included, i promise you that the people in your life who are safe and loving towards you don't measure your worth by inches, pounds, clothing sizes, etc. they love you for who you are, and they see how beautiful you are no matter what 💕 plot bunny hit me hard for this one. i had to write it like RIGHT NOW -

Most days were fine.

You carried yourself well, dressed beautifully and uniquely in ways that suited your personal taste. You weren’t a stranger to pampering, having accompanied Saeko and Eri to salons many, many times. The girls would often tease you about how many men would look your way, but you played it off as though the men were trying to look around you to see Saeko or Eri. They would tease you about being humble, but you would only smile. Even Zhao - your man, the love of your life - would openly praise you and show you off to anyone who would listen. It was more than your physical beauty that he praised, however. He’d talk about how lucky he was to have someone so sweet, kind and angelic around. Sometimes you wondered if he was really talking about you, only because you were amazed that someone like Zhao could adore you so deeply and so completely. 

Perhaps to those on the outside looking in, you didn’t have any reason to feel insecure. And most days you didn’t feel that way. Really, you didn’t. 

But just when you were at a high point - a moment of comfort and joy - those creeping insecurities would loom over your shoulder. They’d mock you, jeer at you and salivate at the sight of your tears. Like a thief in the night, anxiety came to rob you of your joy.

Dark memories of cruel classmates would flood your mind. Words like knives, all directed at cutting you down.

“Her eyes are as dull as piss!”

“Look at her hair! How ugly!”

“No one would ever want you. Not with flat tits like those!”

You’d stare at your reflection, seeing only mistakes. Were you too fat? Too skinny? Was there a way to get rid of these stretch marks? Are they even noticeable? Hide them, hide them, hide them! 

Was your ass too big? Too small? What about your hips? Did they curve too little or too much? Did it matter? Go read those surveys in those trashy magazines and find out. 

What about your breasts? They were too small, weren’t they? Nobody liked small breasts. Everyone wanted giant breasts, right? Big tits, small waist, wide hips and a big ass. That was today’s standard.

But even in a place like Japan, where it was more desirable to be petite, you didn’t quite seem to fit in. More flashbacks to those terrible teenage years coupled with cruel comments of past boyfriends and flings hissed along the edges of your mind. 

“You’d be prettier with larger breasts. Have you considered getting some work done?”

“There will always be something ugly about you, [Name].”

“I guess small tits aren’t so bad, but wouldn't you rather have bigger ones? It would improve your look.”

In theory, what people have said to you - those cruel, ugly words - shouldn’t matter. They didn’t deserve you or anyone else if they believed that being so terrible was okay. It wasn’t okay, and it wasn’t okay how deeply they carved those evil words into you. 

Because that’s what you were left with now. You no longer saw your face, your hair, or your body, but painful words that scarred your flesh, visible only to you.

—

Zhao let himself into your apartment, gold key catching the light in the hallway. Closing the door behind him, he called out to you.

“I’m here, babe! Are you ready for dinner?”

No reply. 

Taking off his shoes, he called out to you again, but there still wasn’t a reply. He walked through your living room, past the kitchen and towards your bedroom. 

Your bed was covered in clothes. Dresses, pants, blouses…All were strewn about until it looked like there wasn’t even a mattress underneath it all. It wasn’t an unusual sight for him to see, although it had been quite some time since he’d seen it like this. His heart sank a little, and a frown pulled at his lips. He thought that you were doing better, but it seemed like Zhao was wrong. He could only imagine your frustration and anxiety as you cycled through every garment you owned. He’d seen it once before, albeit briefly. He’d heard the comments you made about yourself. How if only you were this or that way your clothes would look good on you. Closing his eyes, Zhao tried to figure out what he could do to help tonight, because going out was definitely not going to do so.

He heard your bathroom door open, and you emerged with a strained smile on your lips. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips quivering ever so slightly.You were wearing one of his shirts and some of your most comfortable sweatpants. You were always so beautiful to him, but Zhao could only tell you that so much, no matter how deeply he wished that you believed it. Feeling beautiful was a personal journey, and all that he could do was encourage you.

“Hey,” you said weakly. “I’m not ready yet…I’m sorry.”

Zhao smiled, and leaned back against the doorframe. He held his arms open for you, and you melted into him without another word. You whimpered and your shoulders shook, and his heart was breaking for you. 

“It’s alright, baby girl,” he said. Zhao’s fingers pressed you closer to him, and he held you so sweetly that you could cry. So you did.

Zhao rocked you, chin resting on top of your head. His dark eyes were fixed ahead of him, a myriad of emotions swimming within. His heart ached for you, because you were so beautiful - inside and out - and there was nothing that he could do to remove this pain from you. He felt rage against the people who would hurt you so deeply. Did they not know that emotional and mental abuse was harder to unravel than a punch to the gut? If time travel ever became a functional concept, Zhao would travel back in time to beat the shit out of every bully and asshole that dared make you cry. You were so worthy of joy, love and compassion that it was wholly unfair that their cruelty clouded your perception so thoroughly. 

Granted, sometimes you saw the value in yourself. In fact, most of the time you did. But nobody was a picture-perfect image of bullet proof self-confidence. Zhao had seen the cracks that would chip away at you. From Saeko and Eri’s concerns over calories, to how quickly you would deny compliments, and how quickly you would stress yourself over finding the “perfect” outfit…He could only imagine the things that were going through your mind. How you would worry and fret over what someone would say and do, and wonder if it was a passive aggressive attempt to put you down. No matter what, it seemed like you were always bracing yourself for a cruel comment and down-played the positive ones you would receive. 

He could weep. Zhao loved you so deeply and only wanted you to be happy above all else.

“Talk to me,” he said softly. He placed a kiss on your hair, and held you a little tighter. 

“I just hate the way I look sometimes,” you cried. “I mean, sometimes I feel really good about myself, but then it goes away. I just want to be pretty for you - “

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interrupted. Zhao placed his hands on your arms and held you away from his chest. “Stop. Please stop worrying about how you look to me. It’s not about me. I love you, and I want the best for you. I can’t make you see how beautiful you are, but I can help you in every single way that you will let me.”

Your tears felt hot against your cheeks, and you wiped them away with trembling fingers. Zhao’s words made your heart ache with love and adoration. He was such a wonderful man, truly. God, how you loved him. “I love you, too.”

He placed a kiss to your forehead, followed by one on each cheek, and finally a soft and tender kiss to your lips. “Let’s stay in tonight, okay? Why don’t you go get comfortable on the couch while I hang up your clothes.”

“No, I’ll put them away. You don’t have to - “

He cut you off gently. “Baby, I want to. Now go get comfortable. And don’t forget to wrap yourself up in that favorite blanket of yours. Make yourself into the sexiest [Name]-burrito for me, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, sparing a moment to nuzzle against his neck affectionately. “I really do love you, Zhao. So much.”

—

Zhao cooked for two, deciding on his famous chili shrimp and rice for dinner. You watched him thoughtfully from your place on the couch. His skill in the kitchen was wonderful to watch, and you wondered if he had any idea how much you adored him. He was everything that you could have ever hoped for. 

“Food’s up!” he cheered as he handed you a plate of chili shrimp. The smell of ginger and sweet spices made your mouth water, and you eagerly accepted his offer. He settled down beside you on the couch, kissing your temple before diving in. 

Conversation between the two of you was easy and light as you ate. You asked him about his Liumang shenanigans and he promised you that he had been a good boy lately and that things were quiet around the city. For the most part.

You smiled at him and continued eating. He finished before you, and set aside his food onto your coffee table. Relaxing back against your couch, Zhao sighed in contentment. But then -

“Do you like my breasts?”

Zhao let out a laugh. “I love your breasts. They’re soft and perfect. I love the way they bounce when I fuck you, and when I have them in my mouth?” He lifted his fingers to his lips in a chef’s kiss. “Perfection.”

You smiled, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it. You poked at a shrimp on your plate.

“You don’t think that they’re too small?” you asked quietly. 

Zhao leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Is that what was bothering you tonight? Your breasts?”

You shrugged, the motion lame and half-hearted. “Kind of. I’ve always thought that they were small. Everyone made fun of me for it in highschool.”

He turned one of his rings around on his hand. Turning, turning, turning, he waited for you to continue.

“Maybe I should get breast implants?” You phrased it like a question, but it wasn’t necessarily meant for Zhao to answer. “Maybe it will help boost my confidence.”

Zhao thought for a moment, jaw tight as he pondered his next words carefully. Eventually, he spoke.

“[Name],” he began, “If you truly believe that getting breast implants, or any kind of cosmetic surgery will help you be more comfortable in your skin, I’ll support you. But I need to know if this is something you would actually consider doing for yourself. Do you really believe that a surgery like that will erase your anxiety and insecurities?”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and you set your plate of food aside. You shook your head, lips quivering and your tears salted your lips. “N-No. I mean, I don’t know. I just want to be okay in my own skin. I don’t know what to do.” 

You rubbed at your eyes, and Zhao pulled you into a hug. His fingers smoothed over your hair, and he was mindful of his rings. You cried, tears watering the front of his shirt. 

“You are beautiful,” he whispered to you. “What makes you beautiful to me isn’t that you don’t have scars or stretch marks, or that you have perfect skin and hair. It’s not because you have the perfect body the world says you should have.”

He tilted your head up to look at him. His thumbs wiped away the tears on your cheeks, and he kissed your nose. 

“You’re beautiful because you are sweet and kind. You are so smart and can see past everyone’s bullshit. You’re beautiful because you know how fucked up the world is, but you still do everything that you can to help others and help them smile. Do you understand how amazing that is? You light up every room that you walk into, [Name]. You glow. Just having you here makes the world is a better place. You make me feel like I’m a good man. You make me feel like I’m loved and that you understand me.”

Zhao leaned his forehead against yours, and his hands found your own. He held them close, feeling their warmth and softness. 

“When I’m with you,” he continued, “I feel like nothing else matters. When you tell me that you love me, I feel like falling to my knees in worship because I am the last person on earth who should have an angel like you.”

The kiss he gave you was soft, languid and tender. It was as if he was afraid to break you. 

“Don’t even get me started on the physical aspects that make you beautiful,” Zhao teased as he broke the kiss. “I’d rather show you, to be honest.’

You hummed, the exquisite love you felt for him in this moment overflowing. He was milk and honey, silk and gold. Zhao was the most divine man you had ever met, and you wondered if you could ever bless him the way he just did to you. 

“We have all night,” you said. “Let me show you what you mean to me, too.”

Zhao smiled, his lips coy and charming. “Mm, I know that you would take good care of me baby, but tonight is all about you. Let me show you why they call it ‘love making’, yeah? Let me make love to my goddess tonight.”

[sundove88]

Cookie Run Kingdom: There’s a Party Here on Earthbread (Lyrics)

Based on: There’s A Party Here in Agrabah (Aladdin and The King of Thieves)

Thanks to @interstellarwizard2019 for helping! Btw, this is for her upcoming “The Legend of The Ancient Cookies” fan fiction.

Hollyberry:

There’s a party here on Earthbread,

There’s excitement in the air,

Princess:

Cookies pouring in from near and far!

Cause Hollyberry Kingdom’s Gonna have a party!

Cheesecake:

There's a party here on Earthbread,

everybody will be there!

So if you're Consul or a Head,

do something with your hair!

Pastry;

You mustn’t wear an outfit that's "naughty"!

Sour Belt:

A hat that’s worn out just won’t do!

Raspberry:

No jewelry that's tasteless or gaudy!

Raspberry Mousse:

You’re gonna look great when we’re all through!

Princess:

There's a party here on Earthbread,

so I'm going to tell all of the land!

If you want to see what's in store,

follow me and lend a hand!

Cookies:

The kingdom’s ecstatic and it’s gonna be

The party of the century

Hollyberry:

My friends are back together and they’re gonna see…

Just how much we can do!

Cheesecake:

You've heard of your safari bar mitzvahs

You’ve all been to a luau Sweet 16!

Well, none of them compare to what this is!

Knight:

The food will be so good, by midnight you’ll be bursting!

Citrus Squad:

There's a party here on Earthbread,

and it's got us all aglow!

Dr. Wasabi:

If a young un could’ve come so far… maybe I could do it!

Mustard:

Sure, there’s nothing to it!

Ananas Dragon:

There’s a party here on Earthbread;

But we’re not sure that will go!

Lotus Dragon:

For although some guests are Lah-di-dah,

a few are awfully low.

Host Cookie:

And now we take you down to the palace, where everyone's been preparing all night long!

Princess:

Without Pitaya and all of his malice!

Tiger Lily:

Everybody happy!

Knight:

What could possibly go wrong?

Cookies of Darkness:

There's a party here on Earthbread,

and we're gonna shock em' all!

Licorice:

While they’re preparing for tonight’s event;

we’ll scare them so much; they’ll absolutely fall!

Sparkling:

There's a party here on Earthbread

and the drinks are pouring in!

I like this party stuff so far!

Maybe if it's great, then up will go the rates!

Tiger Lily:

I gathered many pretty flowers!

Knight:

And valets are waiting to park for em.

Royalberry:

The princesses have been dressing for hours!!

Jungleberry:

Darlings, you look just lovely and so grown up too.

Hollyberry:

There’s a party here in Earthbread

and it’s gonna be the best!

But there’s something missing, yes! Aha!

Princess:

Where are the special guests?

Dark Cacao:

There’s a party here on Earthbread

and the party’s all for us

I can’t believe we’ve come so far,

Our pasts have become superfluous.

Pure Vanilla:

There’s a party here on Earthbread,

and I simply cannot wait!

After all the heartache, tears, and trouble;

we’ll finally get to congregate!

Golden Cheese:

I never thought we’d make it this far.

White Lily:

I never thought I’d see my friends.

Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, and White Lily:

But finally, at last, we’ve made amends…

Parmesan:

C’mon, honey! Before the day ends!

HollyBerry:

There’s a party here on Earthbread,

And it’s starting right away!

Gingerbrave:

Alright, guys, we’re on our way!

Custard III:

C’mon! The party starts today!

Cookies:

The ancients have returned and it’s gonna be the party of the century!

It’s amazing how our heroes have come so far!

Hollyberry:

It’s almost time to party!

Gingerbrave:

It’s almost time to party!

Poison Mushroom:

It’s almost time to party!

Sparkling:

Look at all these guests!

Pure Vanilla:

It’s almost time to party!

Golden Cheese:

It’s almost time to party!

White Lily and Dark Cacao:

It’s almost time to party!

Cookies:

It’s almost time to party!

All:

At the party on EARTHBREAD!!!

Such a sight to see!

Come on, go with me!

To the party on Earthbread!

[multifandoms27-blog]

Seto Kaiba Relationship HC's

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Content: Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I've fallen back in the Yugioh rabbit hole

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ADHJKHFKJ Okay, continuing from this

After you began dating, Seto let the rumors swim around for a few more weeks, wanting to enjoy what little secrecy he had left with you

When he did announce that you two were together, suddenly you became an "influential" interest on social media

Your parents/guardians were pretty impressed

Seto by now has learned how to ignore the public, and if he sees you struggling with it, he'll help you

Mainly by having you create new private accounts and turning notifications off on the now widely known ones

But when you go out in public, he almost always makes appearances with you

He wants you to be safe, and the media is saying that you're getting him out of his shell

Kaiba isn't very...attentive? Emotionally he's just not expressive

Sometimes he'll hold your hand or whatever, but never in public. In the beginning of the relationship, in private, getting him to be physically affectionate with you was like pulling teeth

Seto sucks as a romantic partner LMFAO

He's trying his best-

Seto eventually learns the importance of physical affection, and will try to give you some at every opportunity he can

He's still the CEO, he's a busy man

Makes sure you're safe at school or with Yugi, makes you check in with him every hour

If you don't respond or check in, he'll send Roland out to find you

Will probably make you turn on your location after a couple scares lol

Seto is possessive, but not exactly jealous

You agreed to be with him, so you belong to each other. Not anybody else

Always has you matching his outfits, no matter the color

Would probably try to persuade your parents into letting you move in with him after you two have been together for a year

He's pretty serious about you

Seto doesn't attach easily to people, so once he gets with you he pretty much thinks that you're it

That being said, if he's so busy to the point where he feels like it's tearing your relationship apart, he'll set aside time for you, even if he has to work a little bit while he spends time with you

When that happens, he'll probably have you come to the office with him, so you can still be in his presence

He also just likes being around you

Will take a 5-10 minute cuddle break every like, four or five hours

He's at Kaiba corp for a long time

His sleep schedule is shit btw, so if you text him randomly at like, 2:30 am, he'll hit you with "go to bed"

Seto is a great listener when you need to vent to someone. But he isn't that great with verbal or physical comfort

If you want comfort from him, he'll ask you to show him/tell him exactly what you want

After so many times of this, he'll remember what you want and will eventually be able to comfort you without asking what you want

That goes for almost every area in the relationship btw

After some time passes, he'll learn to be a good boyfriend for you

After you move in with him, he makes sure half of his room is empty so you can put your stuff in

"Seto, why is half of your room emtpy?"

"It's our room now. Put what you can in here, but then we have to leave for a dinner date by 8." Seto checked his watch.

"Well...can you help me?"

"Sure. It'll go faster that way." Seto nodded.

He gets so good at the boyfriend thing, that sometimes he'll come back home to give you flowers for no reason at all

He also likes putting flowers in your hair if you're on a picnic, with Mokuba, on vacation, or just to see you smile

He just gets even better when one day he comes home with a ring

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[specialagentlokitty]

Chandler x Sister!reader - support

Hello lovely I hope you are doing well just wondering if it's no trouble could I at all request a Chandler Bing x sister reader where she a teenager lives with him and Joey she's been having a stressful week and after she breaks down in front him and he just comforts her? If it's no trouble love your work btw 🥰 - Anon💜

Walking into the apartment, you slammed the front door behind you and stormed your way over to your brothers room.

“Woah. Everything okay?” Chandler asked.

“Fine.” You snapped.

Slamming the door behind you, you looked around the room.

It was still chandlers room, but it was easy to tell it had been taken over by you.

Sitting on the bed, you took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears that were brimming your eyes.

Everything felt so hard, impossible.

Exams, grades, people at school, it was all so hard.

You thought about everything that had been going on over the week, and not even the fact it was now the weekend seemed to make it any better.

Slowly tears started to stream down your face, and you began to quietly sob into your hands.

Chandler had been waiting for you to come out of your room for ten minutes, but when you didn’t come out he started to worry.

You clearly weren’t in a good mood, and he wanted to talk to you about it.

Getting up, he walked over to the door and knocked.

“Weird knocking on my own door…” he mumbled.

He didn’t get a reply and he knocked again and waited.

“I’m going to come in.”

He closed his eyes and opened the door, slipping in he turned his back to your and opened his eyes, staring at the door.

You looked up, giving a weak laugh.

“What’re you doing…?” You mumbled.

“Well… I.. I know you don’t like people being in your space.”

“Then why’d you come in?”

“I want to know what’s bothering you.”

You sighed, wiping your eyes the best you could before taking a deep breath.

“I… it’s really hard…” you mumbled.

Chandler sighed, holding his hand out to you.

Grabbing it, you pulled him over and he sat on the bed next to you.

“Tell me all about it. I’m here to listen.”

You nodded your head and you started to explain everything to him.

You were struggling in your classes, you were trying to get extra support but it wasn’t working and you didn’t understand anything.

How people are school were annoying you and how everything just seemed so hard.

You started to tear up again and chandler wrapped his arm around you, holding you gently.

“You’re doing so well, I can help you with Math, Ross can help you with some other subjects.” He whispered.

“I.. I just… it’s so hard…” you whispered.

“I know kid. I know.” He mumbled.

Chandler sighed, holding you a little tighter.

“Let’s forget about it for now, exams aren’t for a few months, it’s the weekend, let’s do something.”

“I.. I can’t… I have to study…”

“Not yet you don’t. You’ll do perfect (Y/N), now come on, I know for a fact Joey stashed ice cream in the back of the freezer.”

Chandler stood up and gently pulled you up with him, leading you out the room he got you to sit down on his chair, and he grabbed the ice cream and two spoons.

Sitting on the arm of the chair, he took a spoonful and turned the TV on, handing you the remote.

You aimlessly flicked through the channels before settling on something.

Resting your head on his side, you dug into the ice cream along with him.

“We’ll get you through this.” He whispered to you.

“Thank you bro.” You whispered back.

Chandler smiled down at you and ruffled your hair making you laugh a little and swat his hand away.

Chandler would speak to the others later, he was going to do everything he could ti make sure you had all the support and help you needed