#Liam x Reader

[ervotica]

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

request; Hello I was wondering if you could do a Liam Mairi x reader where involving the side-effects of having bonded mated dragons pair so they absolutely go feral with eachother while using the prompt "That's it, fuck, that's a good girl."

synopsis; you and liam discover the trouble with mated dragons when you wind up in his bed. hidden feelings threaten to come to light.

pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader

warnings; smut (18+ only), p in v, soft sex w feels

word count; 2.6k

Reaching out blindly until your hand snags against the soft fabric of Liam’s sleep shirt, you take a shuddering breath as a surge of arousal locks you on the spot, every muscle coiling tight when you press your forehead to the wall and tug him closer. His thighs are bare and they flex when he stumbles towards you, bracing himself by means of a hand either side of your head, corded biceps caging you in when a ragged pant rips through you and you grit your teeth.

“Easy,” he murmurs, though his voice is strained, the veins that wrap the lengths of his forearms like vines protruding from the creamy skin. You suppress a pathetic little noise that bubbles from the base of your throat, tipping your head back as Liam’s hand makes contact with the skin there. “Shh, shh.”

“Li-“ you whisper through gritted teeth. “I need you to tell me to go away. I can’t- can’t control myself.”

“No-“ he says, quickly – too quickly, desperation lining his every syllable. You’re all too familiar with the feeling, the panic that seeps into his voice at the prospect of you leaving in search of another man’s bed. He’s not too proud to beg you. “No. Stay, please.”

The thought of you leaving is near unbearable now he’s close enough to touch you — feel you. Close enough to smell the shampoo in the wisps of hair that fall around your flushed face, close enough that the scent of you cloys in his nostrils and throws all inhibitions out the window.

His body presses against yours and the contact sets every nerve ending you possess alight. You tremble when he glides steady fingers - much steadier than you’re feeling right now - over your half-bare shoulder where your t-shirt has slipped downward, coming to a halt over your skittering pulse. His head falls forward into the juncture of your neck.

“Fuck.” His voice is rasping, barely there in your ears as Deigh does something Áine particularly likes and a crusade of need slams through him.

You thread your fingers through the blond tresses that tickle at your skin, pointedly ignoring the obvious disparity of your bodies, how his dwarfs your own, the way it makes your head spin with the need to get closer, to claw your way into his skin and feel every inch of him.

“Liam,” you whine softly, arching into him as those thick arms twine around your waist, pulling your torso flush to his own. He squeezes you, hands slipping beneath the t-shirt you’re clad in, palming and groping at every bump and ridge, every hill and valley of flesh he can reach. He ventures lower; your fingers tense where they still lay in his soft hair, and when his palms flatten and tap firmly at the backs of your thighs, you know what he wants.

You oblige the clear instruction, pushing yourself up from the balls of your feet until you’re in Liam’s arms, legs looped around his waist and ankles crossed at the base of his spine. Your back hits the wall as he surges forward to nose at your jugular. His lips part, tongue flicking forward to lave at your balmy skin. As his head dips, trailing a hot, wet path of half moons in the wake of his lips, you shudder.

“I know, my girl. I know,” he coos, sympathetic. His words slur and jumble, each sound melting into the next as though he’s drunk from the feel - the taste - of you alone.

The pet name would be enough to have you melting with affection under usual circumstances— now, it’s enough to have you whining, craning your head to slant your lips hungrily over his own, uncaring if it’s messy or filthy or downright sinful. Your only mission is to feel him, to get closer, to roam every inch of him with your ravenous tongue and teeth and lips— greedy for his touch.

If anyone were to walk in they’d certainly blanch at the sight; you pinned against the wall closest to the door of Liam’s room, his eager fingers splayed over your ass as you breathe into each other’s mouths. You’re unconsciously grinding down into him in quick, fervent bursts, and he reciprocates the movement appreciatively, letting you slide down the cold wall until the thick length of him presses to your wet cunt— hindered only by the fabric of his boxers and the lace of your panties.

The material is almost translucent, soaked through with your arousal. Liam coos something sympathetic that you can’t quite decipher for the fog that clouds your every nerve ending, for the hand that slips between your bodies until his thumb is rubbing tight circles into your swollen clit through the ruined fabric. Tears burn at the backs of your eyes and you tremble round him, the pleasure everything you need and somehow nowhere near enough, all at once.

“Shh, shh,” he murmurs. “‘ve got you, angel. ‘S okay.”

You gasp wetly against his kiss-bitten lips, the only warning you give as you begin shuddering against him, your climax ripping through you before you even have time to think. Everything is so sensitive, every brush and graze of his skin against your own amplified tenfold— it’s too much but still, you greedily accept everything he’s willing to give you, teary eyes trained to his throat that works around a swallow as he watches you cum with heavy lidded eyes. Babbling around a sob, you part your lips from his in favour of sinking down into the juncture of his neck, your hot cheeks searing against the cooler skin that greets you like a soothing balm.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

“Liam,” you hiccup, grabbing large fistfuls of his t-shirt, the flimsy material the only thing that separates you from miles of toned skin and muscle. That lopsided grin cracks across his face, a dimple cratering onto the centre of his cheek as his teeth flash in an amused smile; his chest heaves, even more so when you slip your hands underneath his tee to palm at bare skin.

Setting you down on shaking legs, his hand encircles one of your wrists and tugs, leading you until you’re perched at the edge of the bed. He turns, elbows flaring wide as he pulls at the neckline of his shirt and drags the material over his head in one fluid motion. The planes of his back are bared to you, each individual muscle rolling and moving with one another as though they’re cogs in a well oiled machine. You want your mouth on every inch of that skin– no corner, no crevice left untouched.

And then he’s on you, prowling with a predatory glint in those cerulean eyes as his pupils swallow the bright hue of his irises; all he sees is you– the way you shrink and tremble at the fervent way he surveys you.

A wide palm slips beneath your own tee and curls around your ribcage, frantically rising and falling with every laboured breath. He shucks the fabric upward to expose your soft breasts to the cool air of the room, and watches with rapt fascination as your nipples harden into peaks under his attention.

You shift until you’re propped up on your elbows to allow him space to discard the item of clothing, complying when he nudges you until you’re flat against the mattress, legs hooked over his hips. Your head turns, face burning at the wolfish way his eyes rake over you, a great contrast to the flattened hands that scrub sweeping lines over the tops of your thighs to soothe your nerves.

“Don’t hide from me, angel,” he murmurs, folding at the waist to smear a kiss against the curve of your jaw. His next words are a rumble against your skin that seep into your pores, into your very bones. “If it gets too much for you, all you have to do is tell me. And we’ll stop. Okay?”

His cadence is low and rasping, and the feel of the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek sending a wave of affection through you that knocks the breath from your lungs. You nod.

“Words, sweet girl.”

“Okay,” you croak.

“Good girl.”

Your pussy aches with a sharp throb when he reaches down to press his thumb back to your swollen bundle of nerves; you whine, hips canting up into his touch unconsciously as he slips the wet material down your legs and discards them somewhere behind him.

He presses a kiss to your tummy, your knee, your ankle, and then pushes your legs up and back until they’re folded atop your chest. You gasp when his warm breath fans over your bare sex.

“Liam.”

“I know, angel,” he grunts. His voice patters out into breathless silence as you part your thighs, splaying a hand across his thrumming pulse to wrench him upwards and towards you. He doesn’t resist, putty in your hands. Absolutely, wholly yours.

“Please,” you whisper; his nose brushes yours. “Need you.”

He parts your lips with his own, slaking his hunger on you. He revels in every noise he pulls from your slick lips, every whine and gasp and plead for him to give you what you want. He swallows them all greedily and when - and only when - he’s decided you’ve begged him prettily enough, does he free his weeping cock and line up with your entrance.

He sinks in slowly, every thick inch of him splitting you wider than the previous. He’s thick, cock twitching against your cunt as the flushed head practically begs to be buried inside of you. The colour bleeds from your knuckles as you clutch his biceps, leaving crescent moon indents in the wake of your cruel touch; he hisses, and when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he sweeps down again to press wet, ardent kisses to your face and neck. He hooks your legs up against his hips, pulling back to rock back into the tight clutch of your cunt with slow, rhythmic movements.

He hits every spot inside of you without trying, the spongy head of him rubbing continuously over a particular spot you haven’t discovered yet; it has you keening, sobbing out a broken moan against his balmy cheek as he coos gentle praises against the shell of your ear.

His entire focus is fixated on him desperately trying to not blow his load at the first feel of your cunt clasping him, breathing deeply through his nostrils as he props a forearm either side of your head.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he gasps, picking up his pace as your enthusiasm starts to peak, your shaking fingers tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Your body arches beneath him, head tipping back when a soft whine spills from your swollen lips.

The lewd sound of slapping skin and heavy breathing encases your senses, drives you further to that edge that you’ve been aching for since you entered the room.

He’s so beautiful like this it sets you alight with adoration— and arousal: blond hair mussed and falling over his eyes, face flushed as he dips down to brush his nose with your own, plush, pink lips parted into a gasp when you clench around him.

“‘M so close, Li,” you croak, tightening your fingers where they’re carding through his hair.

“I know, angel. I know.” Deft fingers slide between your bodies as he works over your clit rhythmically— sweeping movements that alternate between tight circles and up and down motions as he places pressure on that bundle of nerves.

A sweet, quiet little gasp spills from your lips, and Liam doesn’t miss the way you tense, clinging to him harder as you shatter.

He coaxes you through it, movements never slowing as you ride out your peak, whining against his lips when he swallows your sounds with his mouth.

He doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and writhing beneath him, kicking your legs feebly to push him away; he shudders at the movement, back bowing in the centre until he’s spilling into you with a groan. He braces himself with his head buried in the juncture of your neck, arms hooking around the base of your spine to hold you flush to him.

You both collapse in a haphazard mound of limbs and you roll onto your side to face Liam, his cheek still pressed to yours. He brushes the bridge of his nose along the length of your cheekbone, his smile imprinted into your skin as you hum and needle your way closer into his chest.

You don’t know what to say— neither does he. This silence is comfortable regardless, the gentle, lulling energy encasing the pair of you in this bubble.

He brushes a stray lock of hair from your sticky forehead, smearing a kiss along the crown of your skull. Your lashes flutter, body soft and lax against his own as you greedily seep up his warmth. You’re weightless, your head pleasantly blank when he pulls the blankets over you, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before he’s pushing himself out of the bed and to the bathroom.

There’s some shuffling and then emerges seconds later, clad in a clean pair of boxers and clutching a t-shirt for you to take. You’re still how he left you, laying on your side and dozing, cheek smushed against the back of your hand.

“C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, hooking an arm beneath your shoulder to hike you upright, handing you the tee; you rub at your heavy eyes with the backs of your fingers, swiping the fog away. He settles himself between your legs to clean you up, swiping a tissue between your thighs.

“You don’t have to do that, Li,” you croak. “‘M okay, I’ve got it.”

You make to loop your fingers around his wrist to halt his movements, but he only tuts and swats your hand away with a smile. Affection rises in your chest, hot and fast and blinding.

“I’ve got you, my girl.”

There’s that name again. My girl. You’re melting, sure you’re nothing but a pile of mush following those two little words; he surveys you with those cerulean eyes, laced with nothing less than adoration.

“Liam,” you whine, protesting.

“Oh, hush.” He presses a kiss to the curve of your kneecap before pushing the blankets back over your legs.

You pull the oversized tee he’s pushed into your hands over your head appreciatively, resisting the urge to bury your face into the fabric and inhale at the scent of him that cloys the room, that swirls around your face in tantalising tendrils.

You love him, you realise. The admission isn’t terrifying as you thought it would be, but rather a calm wave that washes over you and grants you a newfound clarity. You want this all the time with him. You want everything.

The bed dips as he returns to your side, an arm around your waist until you’re both propped against the headboard, your face resting in the dip of his collarbone. You feel his cheek pressed to the top of your head.

Your chest feels as though it might cave in at any moment, the sheer volume of love you hold for this boy too much for your body to hold onto. You brush your lips against his shoulder, blinking slowly in your haze. The rumble of his laugh carries right down to your bones.

“You’re beautiful,” you mumble, already half-asleep.

“You’re more beautiful,” he whispers back as though it’s a secret. Private words shared between the pair of you, for no one else to hear.

You’re asleep before you can respond, draped lazily over his torso. He shucks the blankets up until they’re covering you right up to your shoulders. Your nose scrunches unconsciously.

Fuck, he loves you.

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[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Liam Mairi x Fem reader where r! needs release bc her dragon is having a moment miss ma'am and like Liam helps and he is the sweetest,kindest and most gentle person ever? KSSJSJ HE'S SO SWEET I CAN'T. MY BABY

'Dragons & Comforting Embraces'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:Ty for the req (I tried!!) <3 HE'S IN MY ILY FOREVER CLUB,MY SWEET BOY 😭😭

You rushed back to your room, hoping to find some solace,feeling the heat radiating through your entire body. Your dragon had just been particularly active, pouring its lust directly into you,leaving you frustratingly needy. To your surprise,as you opened the door, expecting to find the room empty, you came across a surprising sight:Liam was already there, sitting calmly on your bed. His blonde hair framed his kind blue eyes, and his tall frame exuded warmth and comfort.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Liam greeted, standing up eagerly. "I was just about to leave. Did you need something?" His dimples flashed as he spoke, a genuine smile lighting up his face but he noticed something was off,so he asked

"Are you alright?" Liam asked, concern lacing his voice. "You look...quite flustered."

You could only nod, unable to find your voice amidst her lust-addled haze. Liam's blue eyes held nothing but understanding and compassion as he approached you cautiously.

"It's alright," he whispered gently, reaching out to cup her flushed cheeks. "I know what you're going through. It'll pass soon enough, but until then, I'll stay with you, if you'd like."

You didn't answer, instead wrapping your arms around Liam's waist, pressing your aching body against his. He hesitated for only a moment before returning the embrace, his hand sliding down your spine to rest on your hip. The warmth of his touch seeped into your very core,a steady comfort in the midst of your turmoil.

"Please," you managed to whisper,your voice barely above a breath. "I need...help."

Liam looked at you, concern etched across his features. "You shouldn't be alone right now," he said softly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently.His fingers lingered on your skin, creating a spark that seemed to electrify your entire being. You leaned into his touch, craving his warmth and comfort.

"I don't want to be alone," you whispered again, your breath hitching as you felt your desire grow even stronger.

"Please, Liam," you begged, reaching out and grasping his shirt. "I need some relief.Anything!"

Liam looked into your eyes, seeing the desperation and longing. He gently removed your hand from his shirt and leaned in close, his breath caressing your cheek. "Alright," he whispered. "But promise me you'll be okay after."

"I promise." You murmured,hazy still.

As you undressed each other, your fingers trembled, unable to control your shaking limbs. You could hardly think straight, your mind hazy with desire and desperation. Liam, however, remained calm and collected, his deft hands unbuttoning your shirt and unfastening your pants with ease.

His blue eyes never left your own as he helped you slip out of your clothes, taking care not to cause even the slightest discomfort. Once you were naked, he guided you onto the soft bed, his hand stroking your back comfortingly.

"Just relax," he whispered softly, his voice low and calming. "We'll take it slow, alright?"

You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously. His hand slid down your spine, cupping your hip, and then slowly exploring the curve of your ass. His touch sent electricity coursing through your entire body, making you arch into his grasp.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.His thumb brushed across your hipbone, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

"Relax," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you."

With that, Liam leaned down, kissing a trail across your stomach before his tongue began tracing circles around your belly button. You gasped, your hips arching slightly as his warm breath caressed your nerves.

Each flick sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and soon enough, you were writhing beneath him.

"Oh god, Liam..." you moaned, your nails digging into the sheets. He merely glanced up.

"Am I hurting you?" Liam asked, his voice soft.

"No... oh gods, no! Please don't stop.Please, Liam... I need you," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod, Liam positioned himself between your legs. His eyes locked with yours, filled with determination and affection,his hair glinting under the soft candlelight.

Liam's dimpled smile grew wider as he leaned in, kissing your lips gently before moving down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling sensations.

His hand slid between your thighs, gently massaging your swollen clit, eliciting a gasp from you. Liam's touch was soft yet firm, driving you wild with pleasure. He continued by kissing your neck, his tongue tracing small circles, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your breath hitched as he moved again, teasing your nipples with his lips and tongue. Each flick felt like electricity coursing through your veins, making you writhe beneath him.

You felt him, but Liam was patient, taking his time to ensure you were ready.He glanced up at you, his eyes filled with love and longing, and with a nod from you, he slowly entered you.

Then in one smooth motion, he entered you, filling you completely. Despite your arousal, you felt a momentary discomfort, but Liam was gentle, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

Inch by inch, he pushed forward, filling you completely. You gasped, the warmth of him spreading throughout your core. Liam held still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to move rhythmically, setting a slow pace that matched your breathing.

His thrusts,slow and steady, his blue eyes locked onto yours the entire time. Every movement is deliberate, every touch gentle but passionate. Liam's hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your jaw, keeping you grounded in the moment.

Each thrust drives you closer to completion, the buildup almost unbearable. Liam picks up the pace, holding your gaze as you climax, your entire being consumed by pleasure. He follows suit moments later, the two of you collapsing together, panting heavily.

Liam wraps you in his embrace, holding you close as you catch your breath. The warmth of his body against yours, combined with the satisfaction of your desires, puts you in a state of pure bliss.Liam leans down, brushing a feather-light kiss across your lips as you drift off to sleep, held tightly in Liam's arms, content in the knowledge that you'll wake up in his embrace.

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[uofcosmos]

liam dunbar bf hcs

sfw

- always gets up freakishly early for lacrosse practice

- tries not to wake you up but he makes so much noise in the morning you get up anyways

- mostly the little spoon but when he is the big spoon he wraps himself around you like he's your backpack

- always has his head on your shoulder either from behind you in a backhug or leaning his head onto you when you're sitting together

- never does PDA in front of stlies though

- chronic whiner, always complaining and whining about something

- you try to record him when he's in one of those moods and as soon as he sees it he starts acting macho

- its lowkey an ick

- he's such a brat and doesn't listen to anyone but as soon as you say something he turns super agreeable- it makes mason super upset

- chronic pinkie-linker

- gaming nights with him turned sleepovers because he literally doesn't let you go after

- you guys would get super serious about iphone games and always try to beat each others high scores

- you know how guys lose on purpose ?? he's not doing that shit

- you always keep up with him though, but he refuses to give you credit

- your first genuine fight would be about a game because he refuses to back down

- would really be into doing "secret projects" for you like knitting you something, or baking you something, and makes sure that you know "how hard and difficult it was :(( "

- he's lowkey really bad at all of it though

- you know the whole "this one's for you babe" thing, he'd do that but he'd whisper it to himself before taking a shot "this one's for y/n"

- whenever something happens, he always asks scott to look out for you and makes sure you're okay- you guys love taking walks in parks and walking through cute trails in beacon hills

- you'd have lots of spots in the beacon hills forest

- scott and stiles love having you around because it tames liam so much more

- he doesn't let theo talk to you

- after theo finally gets to talk to you he looks and liam and gives him a little smirk "liam you were keeping this from me ??"

- he loves braiding your hair and figuring out cute little hairstyles for you

- he would keep a hairtie on his wrist all the time in case you need it

- he would love when you play with his hair and scratch his head

nsfw under the cut !! mdni

- he would be a top and leans more submissive

- sometimes he's tired from lacrosse and just loves fucking you while you're spooning

- he'd be really really enthusiastic about getting head, you could use it as leverage for anything

- would be the type to tear up

- around full moons, he gets a lot more aggressive

- really be into biting, like you'd have to have a conversation about it after the first time

- he'd be into hickeys in places that are easy to see, so you'd have a harder time covering it up

- has sensitive ears

- gets off on you complimenting his body because he worked so hard for it

- crazy stamina

- he'd be into you edging him

- but it would take absolutely nothing for him to start begging you to let him finish

- he'd get extremely pink - pink-cheeked, pink-lipped, pink-nosed, pink-eared

- lowkey shit at aftercare in the beginning, but he'd work on it

- after you guys finish, he'd need to be attached to you for at least 3-4 hours

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[chandeliermichel]

Synopsis: Kate lost contact with her childhood bestfriend years ago. The reason was unknown to her as well. Why had he left her when they were so close? Where did he go? Will she ever meet him again? She didn’t know. So, what will happen when he sees his beloved embracing another man so tightly and looking at him with so much love?

He’s curious at first. Kate, his love, wasn’t the type of woman to hug a stranger that way…? He must be someone important, he concludes. But something akin to jealousy stirs in his chest. He didn’t like how she held the stranger’s hands in hers and… was she crying? 

“Beloved, are you perhaps forgetting to introduce us?” He snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her toward him.

“I am her lover. Pleased to meet you.”

He could tell that the stranger harbored no romantic feelings for Kate but still… she was the only one who could make him feel so many emotions at once. What a troublesome little lover.

William, Roger, Alfons, Harrison

Who the fuck is that? Why’s she hugging him so tightly? He’s normally grumpy and won’t express his emotions but that. That made his heart sting in the worst way possible. Not to be possessive but he thinks his princess (he’s seething ngl) should only look at him with that much love and adoration. Ugh. Yeah, totally not jealous.

“Oi, princess. What a naughty girl you are. I will need to show you and make you remember just who you belong to. Hmm?”

“What are you saying? Oh, lord…”

Jude

Oh? Why is Kate running? Who’s that man? Does she know him? Why is he lifting her up and spinning her around?! It doesn’t take long for him to get jealous and annoyed, though he hides it behind a veil of politeness… as if he’s not bothered by the display but good lord. He’s more than bothered. His heart didn’t like it a bit.

To see her looking at someone else like that — it bothered him.

“Sweetheart! There you are. Hello, I am her husband. Who might you be?”

The husband part was not true. Yet, he said it with such confidence and wore a smug smile… sigh, he loves her a lot, it seems.

Victor, Ellis, Liam, Elbert

#ikevil #ikevil x reader #harrison x reader #roger x reader #ikemen villain #william x reader #liam x reader #jude jazza #jude x reader #ellis x reader

[bad268]

Liam lawson

but

I remember there one dtm video(red bull) being where alex and lily were in it and that was rlly cute

so hoow bout the reader coming to watch liam and they juts being cute throughout :)

Compilations (Liam Lawson X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (bruh I strayed so far but I think this is cute too. I rewatched all of the DTM videos and I was like *compilation*), (italics are clips from the video)

Warnings: Language haha

Pronouns: I/me/they/them

W.C. 3428

Summary: Liam and his significant other take a trip down memory lane for a video.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/RedBull Content Pool)

It was two in the morning. My phone should not be ringing. Rolling over and answering it without looking at the ID, “Well, someone better be dying.”

“I’m dying,” the voice, who I was able to recognize as Liam, laughed on the other end. “Okay, I’m not dying.”

“Could’ve had me fooled,” I mumbled, burying my face into my pillow while keeping the phone to my ear. “Not that I’m upset that you called, well kind of actually, but what do you want?”

“Oh, do you not want me to call you?” He teased back.

“I do just not at two in the fucking morning, Liam,” I complained, “Especially when I had an alarm set at three for my flight. I’m not going back to sleep now, so I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“I’ll keep you company,” He chuckled. “I was mainly calling because I wanted to make sure you were still coming this week.”

“You couldn’t have called me a couple of days ago?” I accused. I didn’t let him respond as I continued ranting, getting increasingly louder as I progressed. “Or yesterday? Or last night? Or fucking texted me because it is two in the morning?!”

“I mean, a reasonable time to call you would’ve been mid-day or something for me and I was doing car stuff,” He explained calmly, knowing that I was just moody because he woke me up too early. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I grumbled, immediately switching the call to a FaceTime. “There, if you’re going to make me stay awake, the least you could do is let me look at you.”

“Glad you find my looks good enough to keep you awake,” He joked.

“Anyways,” I switched topics as I propped my phone up against the headboard, so I could use my hands to hold my head up, “I know you did not just call me to ask if I was still coming. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to make sure because the Red Bull media team wants us to do a video for YouTube,” He explained as he moved on his end to a corner of the trailer after being given the go-ahead to chill out until they went back to the hotel.

“But I’m not a driver?” I asked, confused as to why they would want me in the video.

“Never said you were, love,” He chuckled again. “They want us to react to some videos.”

“That makes me nervous,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “Do I get to know what videos?”

“I don’t even know,” Liam started.

“You are not going to break him that easily, Y/n!” Alex cut in from the background. Just then, Alex‘s head appears in the corner of the frame with an enthusiastic wave, “Hi, by the way.”

“Hello, Alex,” I giggled, waving back, “Do you know what we’re doing?”

“Do I look like I’m in Red Bull? No,” He laughed in response. “But hey, I need to steal your boyfriend. We need to do a final debrief before heading back to the hotel. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon,” I said, shaking my head at his nonsense. “Do I at least get a moment to say goodbye to my boyfriend?”

“Don’t keep him too long,” Alex says, leaving the frame and walking away, “The faster we do the debrief, the faster we go to sleep!”

“Huh, funny how you guys get to have uninterrupted sleep tonight, and I’m here bickering back and forth with my boyfriend and his teammate at two in the fucking morning!” I said sarcastically before dissolving into shouts toward the end.

“There’s no way it’s still two there,” Liam quipped back.

“Ah, you’re right,” I replied sarcastically after I checked the time before yelling, “It is three in the fucking morning now!” I stopped, taking a deep breath and calming down before saying, “I need to finish packing. I leave for my flight in a couple of hours, and I need to get ready and take a shower. I’ll text you before I take off, not call you because I value your beauty sleep. You need it.”

“Hey!” He objected. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I love you, and I’m hanging up now,” I smiled into the camera, pretending to not see his shocked expression.

“This isn’t over, but I’ll let you go,” He said while pointing at the camera. He put his finger down and just smiled at the camera, “I love you too, call me when you land please?”

“Of course,” I reassured, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Wait, today technically. I’ll be there by dinner.”

“Good, I’ll take you out,” He responded.

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a threat or an invite, and I’m not sure if I want to stick around to find out,” I joked quickly before saying bye and hanging up just as fast.

~~

Landing in Italy was crazy because of the time change. Initially, I thought I would land in the late afternoon/early evening time frame but due to the difference, I was already getting to the hotel before lunch. Part of me just wanted to pass out from jet lag, but the other half wanted to go to the track to see Liam. Come to find out, they had free practice, so I wouldn’t even be able to see Liam until afterward anyway. Thus, I just decided to chill out, nap, and unpack a few things while I had nothing else to do.

At around two, I got a text from Liam, asking me to meet him in the lobby, so we could do the mysterious video.

“Do you know anything now?” I asked as soon as I sat in the car.

“Well, hello to you too,” he joked, waiting for me to greet him, and when I did, he continued. “No, all I know is they want you and me to do it.”

“That is definitely not suspicious at all,” I replied sarcastically before we pulled up to the track. We walked hand-in-hand to the AF Course trailer where we would be filming, and they already had the cameras and lights set for us. “Do we get to know what we are reacting to, now?”

“Yes,” one of them laughed. “Fans have been sending us these compilation videos of you two around the paddock, so you’re both going to watch it. Make it cute.”

“Oh, no pressure there,” Liam jested, taking a seat on the couch while I follow to sit beside him. They signaled that the cameras were rolling and that we could start the intro at any point. I decided to let Liam take the lead from the beginning since I wasn’t a driver and wasn’t social media trained. “Hi guys, welcome to the Youtube channel. Today, we brought in my significant other, Y/n, and we are going to react to the compilations you sent us.”

“Yeah, what he said,” I contributed quietly, causing him to laugh at my shyness.

~

It was the first race of the DTM season. Everyone’s nerves were through the roof, but it seemed like Liam’s were through the stratosphere. It was a new season, in a new car, and it was with a new teammate. It was safe to say that he needed all the support he could get, so I decided to surprise him.

With a little help from the crew, I was able to get an extra key to his hotel room and sneak in while he was doing media. I decided I would make myself comfortable, taking one of Liam’s shirts out of his suitcase and changing into it before pulling out my laptop to get some work done while I had the time.

I had my music playing, and I was in a groove, getting a huge chunk of my essay drafted. I took a little dance break when I spun around, and immediately started screaming, not expecting Liam or a camera to be in front of me. “Hey! There’s this new thing! It’s called knocking!”

“Didn't think I needed to knock for my own room,” Liam responded in shock. He slowly approached me as I caught my break before he wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed my hand. “What are you doing here? You said you have an essay due.”

“Surprise?” I said while shrugging my shoulders, ”I have wifi here, so it’s fine.”

“Happily surprised, yes” He chucked back.

~ “I remember that,” Liam laughed as he paused the video. “I didn’t even realize you were wearing my shirt until just now.”

“Wait, actually?” I looked over at him in confusion. “I thought that was the first thing you noticed.”

“No, the first thing I noticed was my significant other singing and dancing in my hotel room,” He deadpanned before sarcastically adding, “Forgive me for not noticing what you were wearing.”

“Oh, what’s next?” I joked, “You gonna tell me that you didn't notice I cut my hair there either?”

“You cut your hair?” He asked genuinely, rewinding the video to see your hair.

“Oh, brother,” I rolled my eyes.

~

This was a bad idea. The worst actually. Why and how did I let Liam convince me to get in the car with him? I already hate seeing him race at these high speeds. I did not need to experience it, yet here we are. And he is fucking laughing.

“Stop laughing at my pain,” I shouted at him as we took the corner faster than I would have liked. My arm shot out to grab him out reflex as I begged him to slow down. “Liam, my love, apple of my eye, future husband, please slow the fuck down. I’m going to die.”

He just laughs in response, slowing down slightly, but not enough to make me let go of his arm. “If I slow down too much, I’ll get a penalty.”

“What do you mean a penalty?” I shouted at him, “There’s no fucking race!”

“That you know of,” he joked, slowing down even more so he could let go of the steering wheel momentarily to pry my hands off his arm. Once he gets them off his bicep, he just holds one of my hands in his. “Here, you can hold my hand, and I’ll go slower.”

“Not on my watch, mister. You put that hand right back on the steering wheel,” I protested, pulling my hand from his and pushing it toward the steering wheel. He kept laughing at my outbursts while glancing over at me from time to time. “Keep those hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, and get me back to the garage pronto.”

“Damn, so bossy,” he chuckled, proceeding carefully around the circuit, “Y’know, the fans are gonna love this.”

“Well, I’m glad they find my pain amusing,” I groaned, throwing my head back. Liam just laughed in response before I lifted my head, making eye contact with the camera on the dash, “You know what guys, just for my pain, I’m gonna need you to like and subscribe to the channel. Like this is horrifying. I will never do this again, so the least you can do is like and subscribe. Please.”

“Shameless promo, we love to see it.”

~

“And I never did it again,” I smiled at the camera. “I don’t trust him anymore, actually.”

“Hey, I got you back safely, right?” Liam asked, leaning into my side as he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder. I turned my head to nod and place a kiss on his forehead. “I haven’t pressured you to do it again either.”

“Maybe I’ll let you do it at the next race,” I whispered to him.

“Really?” he perked up.

“Fuck no!” I exclaimed. “You scared me half to death last time. Why would I willing do it again?”

~

We were in the Hitech trailer with Juri, filming something for their Youtube channel. I was behind the camera just minding my own business while Liam and Juri were arguing, like always, about something I didn’t care to figure out.

“Y/n/n, tell him I’m right,” Liam complained, pulling my attention away from the book I was reading. I look up at them, seeing Juri shaking his head ‘no’ while Liam’s eyes are pleading with me to side with him.

“I think you two can settle this on your own,” I sighed, going back to my book.

“Aren’t you supposed to love me?” Liam groaned, sliding down the chair he was sitting in just to be dramatic. “How can you go against me like that?”

“You’re teammates. Work it out,” I pressed, pointing between the two.

“Alright everyone, it’s official,” Juri starts, looking straight into the camera, “Y/n and Liam are breaking up. Sorry guys.”

“Cool, I’m single now,” I jested, “I’m gonna call Oscar.”

“You better not!” Liam shouted running over to me, grabbing my phone and throwing it to the side.

“Way to go dumbass,” I grumbled, watching my phone shatter against the wall.

“I’ll buy you a new one, just don’t joke about that,” He whispered, pulling me into his chest.

“You know I would never leave you, definitely not with Oscar of all people,” I whispered back, playing with his hair. I decided to tease him even more, “You’ve got hotter friends.”

“Hey you’re messing it up,” He whined as he pulled away to fix his hair. “And I’m gonna pretend I didn't hear you just call my friends hot.”

“You’ll live. Now, finish filming because we are going to get a new phone today,” I said as I pushed him toward Juri.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ew, don’t ever call me that again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded as he turned away from me, walking to Juri before turning back around to face me once Juri burst out laughing at my glare. “Wait, sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not, Lawson.”

“No, not Lawson,” He whispered with a light chuckle, hanging his head to hide his smile.

“They resorted to your last name,” Juri wheezed but I didn’t hear either of them, “you’re in the doghouse.”

~

I wiped tears away from my eyes from how hard I was laughing, “You guys actually said that? I couldn’t even hear you!”

“Clearly the microphones did,” He laughed at my reaction. “Did you ever end up finishing that book?”

“I don’t think so,” I responded after a second of thinking. “I don’t even remember what book that was, to be honest. I was more focused on my shattered phone.”

“I said I was sorry!” He defended.

“Sorry doesn’t bring back my phone!” I retorted.

“I bought you a new one!”

“But my old one was red. This one is silver,” I complained with a pout.

“There’s a red case on it!”

“Doesn’t mean it’s the same.”

“You are unbelievable,” He rolled his eyes, jokingly before looking straight into the camera, “I can never win.”

“Nope,” I smiled as I popped the ‘p’ and moved to press play on the video, “Now, onto the next clip!”

~

Wet races always gave me anxiety, but they seemed to bring a lot of excitement among the drivers. Originally, it was only expected to rain lightly for the last couple of laps, but that was thrown out the window when the first drops started falling on lap 23 of 28 and the downpour began on lap 26. It felt and looked horrible, yet the stewards did not red-flag the race.

I couldn’t even watch the last laps. Last I checked, Liam was leading with Oscar right behind him, but the rain was making it difficult to see who was winning. It wasn’t until the team started cheering that I was able to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Juri had an engine problem earlier in the race, so I knew that Liam finished the race safely.

Completely disregarding the torrential downpour, I ran out of the garage toward parc ferme where Liam had just parked his car and jumped out. I didn’t give him much of a chance to regain his surroundings before I jumped into his arms, hiding my face in his neck as I wrapped my legs around his torso and his arms held me close. I couldn’t stop the tears from collecting in my eyes, but no one could tell due to the rain.

“You did amazing, Liam,” I whispered after I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I thought you hated PDA,” he chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine. “For once, I didn’t initiate this.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

~

“That was our first public kiss,” I laughed, facing Liam who was still leaning on my shoulder. I leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips then. “Now, I have no problem with kissing you in front of the cameras.”

“You were a lot more shy back then,” He pointed out, moving to kiss all around my face.

“You say that like it was so long ago. It was maybe a year or two ago,” I giggled, pulling away slightly.

“Actually, that clip was almost three years ago now,” one of the team members spoke up, making us remember that we were not alone.

“You’re kidding!” We both exclaimed.

“Wait, that actually makes sense,” Liam says after a moment of thought, “We’ve been together for almost four years now.”

“God, that makes me feel old,” I sighed.

“Old? We’re 21!”

“And your point?”

~

“You should be out celebrating your birthday,” I cried into Liam’s chest as we laid in his hotel bed. Liam had to travel to the Red Bull factory during the off-season for simulator work, and he brought me with him since it was over his birthday weekend. However, a bug had been going around the factory, and I was its latest victim. So much for celebrating his 21st. “You don’t need to take care of me.”

“What if I want to?” He comforted me, rubbing up and down my back in an attempt to calm me down. “Spending the day cuddling with you in bed doesn’t seem too bad.”

“But you’ll get sick,” I complained. “Then Christian will get made cuz you can’t do the simulator, and you’ll be upset cuz you’re a baby when you’re sick-”

“I am not,” He cut me off, offended.

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Are too.”

“Are not,” I replied quickly before realizing what he did and immediately backtracked. “No, you can’t do that. My brain is running at 900 ping right now.”

“Nope, you admitted I’m not a baby when I’m sick. Which I’m not,” He pointed out as he pulled back a little to check my fever, feeling no change since the last time he checked. “Why don’t we just chill out and watch a movie?”

“That sounds fun,” I mumbled, moving around to get comfy again as Liam laid back on the pillows. “But you pick the movie, birthday boy.”

“Oh, I was already planning on it,” He chuckled, smoothing out my hair that was all over the place. “I don’t think you’ll last 30 minutes.”

“That’s offensive,” I pouted, burying my face in his chest. I was going to complain more before a yawn cut me off, “Ok, you might be right.”

“Of course I am,” He joked lightly. My eyes were already shutting when he looked down at me, kissing my forehead one last time and pulling me in tighter as I fell asleep. “Sleep well, my love.”

~

“I didn’t even know this was recorded,” I said, eyeing the team that stood behind the camera. Conveniently, none of them made eye contact with me. “Huh, wonder how that happened.”

“You have to admit, we’re pretty cute though,” Liam chuckled.

“I wasn’t saying we weren’t,” I argued back. “We are always cute. I mean have you seen us?”

“I think this is a good place to end the video,” He laughed. “This has been my significant other and I reacting to compilations of us.”

“If you want to see more of me, like, comment, and subscribe,” I plugged. Liam and the crew started laughing as I once again promoted the channel. “Maybe I’ll come back for a part two of this.”

“That would be interesting,” Liam said, pointing at the camera. “Anyways, see you next time!”

“Bye!” We said in sync as we waved to the camera.

~~~~~

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#liam lawson x reader #liam lawson #formula 2 #formula 1 #f1 #f2 #formula 3 #f3 #hitech grand prix #liam x reader #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

[bellafragolina]

Can I request the diamond and pearl clans comforting banished reader

I’ve already written for Adaman and Irida comforting the reader here but I’ll include some bits from the wardens in this for you!

🍓🍓🍓

Pearl Clan:

News of your banishment reaches the wardens slowly, as they’re not within the sphere of communication. As they return to their village, however, they learn of your banishment, and how Irida is hiding you in their village. And they rush to your aid, heartbroken for the betrayal you’ve faced

Ingo brings you kits, purring bundles of fur that nuzzle into you and mew mew mew for your attention. He shows you how they like to be petted, sitting close to your side to let you not feel alone. He’s here. He’ll protect you.

Calaba knows recipes of times past, passed down to her from her ancestors. She coaxes you into helping her make them, showing you how to prep meat and vegetables and cook them with pastas and breads to create the most delicious of foods you’ve ever tasted. As you eat, she pets your hair and promises you a home in the Pearl Clan, no matter what

Palina offers hugs and kisses to soothe you. She cuddles you closer, pressing kisses to your head as she rocks and sings. Her voice carries so soothingly, that even in your despair you’re able to sleep in her warm embrace. She stays by your side at night, to make sure you’re not haunted by nightmares

Liam doesn’t know how to help like the adults, so he takes to distracting you. He bring you his entire rock collection, and teaches you about each stone. He talks and talks and talks, anything to get you to smile at him, to get your mind off of the worry of how you’re going to solve the problems weighing you down

Gaeric is of the idea that exercise solves everything. He wants to go on runs together, to do push-ups and rock climbs until you’re too tired to worry about anything. But after you asking (or Irida scolding him) he eases down. Instead, he shows off his strength to distract you, having you on his back as he does push-ups or climbs mountains.

Diamond Clan:

The Diamond Clan is horrified to hear of the slight you've received, cast out of the home you thought you knew, could trust, could be safe within. They happily accept you into their village, and the members rush to let the wardens know what happened, leading them back to you

Arezu clings to you during this time, fretting over you even if you have no injuries. She takes you on what is basically a spa day, washing your hair, cutting it, styling it, and giving you clothes and such to model for her. She wants you to have a little fun, to forget your sorrows and relax. Anything for her favorite little faller

Mai has big sister mode fully activated. She mothers you quite a bit, fraught with gentle teasing to make you laugh and smile. She makes sure you're well fed and taking care of yourself on your journey to discover what to do, and worries about you constantly

Melli is furious. He hates you (so he says), but this is outrageous! To be abandoned like that! He vents to you about how terrible Kamado is, how cruel he is to do this to you, validating all your feelings of anger about what's happened. You hug him, and he yelps, groaning as he pats your head and continues on with his ran about how the Great Melli would never do that to you

Iscan cries a bit over your banishment. He feels for you, being so scared and seemingly isolated. You get many a hug from Iscan, who clings to you as though to protect you from anything else that could hurt you. You relish his hugs, his warmth, his protection, even if there are no monsters around. He has a lovely singing voice as well, taught by Palina, and his lullabies are beautiful, lulling you to sleep with ease

Sabi weeps too, once she gets to you. She cries about knowing something bad would happen to you and not doing anything about it. To make it up to you, she's on you like a Komala, clinging to you wherever you go. She wants to play, to make you little gifts and bring you things she and Braviary find while flying around. You have to assure her she's not to blame some, but even still, she wants to comfort you however she can

🍓🍓🍓

ta-da! finished moving house and cranked this bad boy out!! enjoy!

~Renee

#I don’t know how to take this hm #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #calaba x reader #palina x reader #liam x reader #gaeric x reader #arezu x reader #mai x reader #melli x reader #iscan x reader #sabi x reader #platonic reader

[munsonshire]

Liam Dunbar as your boyfriend

Pairing: Liam Dunbar × gn!reader

Warnings: none

Main Masterlist

Liam Masterlist

- Videogame nights with him and Mason

- Liam loving when you tangle your fingers in his hair

- Both of you getting touch-starved whenever a Supernatural problem pops up

- having inside jokes that end up with you guys crying in laughter

- "gold looks good on you" (cuz of his eyes)

- him being super protective of you

- sweatpants weekends

- wearing his shirt and boxers during movie marathons

- forehead kisses

- nose kisses

- taking selfies, some cute, others hot, depends on the mood

- pillow fights

- sexual tension (if you're ace or something like that then just pretend I didn't write that)

- helping liam through his anger and nightmares

- having an unbreakable bond

- being the only person he trusts when he first got bitten by Scott

- being best friends first and then you become a couple (you ask him out)

- "I'm pretty sure you're my anchor, Y/n"

- you practically living at his house

- his family loving you and vice versa

- him teaching you how to play lacrosse

- wearing his lacrosse jersey

- makeout sessions every now and then

- "I only do this because I love you"

- him giving you heart eyes

- him usually being big spoon but after a nightmare he lets you hold him

- passing notes in class, sometimes with cute messages but others with some kind of insult

- winking at eachother

And thats it, might add more in the future, so feel free to comment any ideas, if you want of course

#liam dunbar #liam dunbar x reader #teen wolf masterlist #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #liam dunbar headcanon #liam dunbar headcanons #liam x reader

[lady-of-tearshed]

Liam Mairi masterlist

One-shots:

Get him back (angst) (fluff)

Liam Mairi taglist:

Artists credits:

drsoaresrex

mybookishdoodles

#liam mairi fourthwing #liam mairi x y/n #liam mairi fourth wing #liam mairi x reader #liam mairi #fourth wing fic #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #fourthwing #iron flame fic #iron flame #iron flame liam mairi #liam #liam x reader #liam x you #liam x y/n #liam mairi x you #fiction #my fic #liam mairi masterlist

[zuhamuses]

@felisfscvs ♡♡♡

Liam who was in love with you the moment you smiled at him, and showed him kindness. You were radiant in that moment — so utterly captivating that it took his breath away.

Liam who, when someone mentions your name, wears the biggest smile and wants to brag about his significant other! “They are so lovely and cute.” “Ahaha, no you can't meet them. Can't have anyone stealing them from me.” And the likes. He loves you, really.

Liam, who appreciates every little thing you do and always tells you how amazing you are. His beloved, you are a gem, honestly. So kind, always putting others before yourself, and so hard-working. Just how did he end up with someone as beautiful as you? He wonders and can never find the answer.

Liam who smiles cheekily and calls you with corny yet endearing names just to see you blush! “Cutie patootie” “The apple of my eye” “My radiant queen” and when you tell him to stop in a low voice, face getting red from embarrassment, he laughs and winks at you. “I know you like it~”

Liam, who is utterly devoted to you. He will do everything and anything for you to see you smile and hug him. Oh, he's so deep in it… and he doesn't want to get out.

Your Liam, who adores you. Your Liam, now, and always.

#☆ musings ☆ #ikevil imagines #ikevil x reader #liam x reader #ikevil liam

[siren-serenity]

worth it all 🌈

to you, there was nobody else in the world that was as deserving as love as liam. even if it took centuries, you'll do your best to make sure he remembers. because he's worth it all

characters: liam/006, gn!reader warnings: angst, heavy self-de-appreciation/self-hate, slight spoiler for teenage mercenary??? a/n: - goodness gracious- nothing in the teenage mercenary tags?? the audacity- - repeat after me: 006/LIAM IS FUCKING GORGEOUS!!! LOOK AT HIM!! THE BABYGIRL- MY HEART 🥰😍

there was no way this was happening to 006. he didn't deserve any of this and yet here you are, kneeling for him, with a smile for him and only him. the sunlight from the window behind you lit up your hair and made a make-shift halo around your hair. fitting - a halo for an angel like you, an angel that he, with bloodstains staining his soul and sins weighing him down, did not deserve.

you lifted your hands and gently rested it on his thighs. 006 let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding in, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"if it's too much, i'll just-"

your voice died in your throat as 006 quickly took hold of your hands, his fingers gripping onto yours as if you were his lifeline.

"no!" he surprised himself with the yell. "i-i mean...yes, i can handle it. i'll make myself. i promise!"

your eyes closed and you moved to pull your fingers away from him. 006's eyes watered embarrassingly enough; was this it? the sign that you got fed-up from him? his breath hitched.

"my liam," you murmured and something fluttered in his stone heart. he felt as if he was a teenager, just about to face the world for the first time. there was something about you saying his name, his real name and not the one that the camp gave him. "liam, it's okay. don't force yourself."

you moved to sit next to him, your gestures slow and your body language showing that you were truthful about your words. you faced him, gently cradling his sharp-chiseled face in your palms. 006 closed his eyes at the warmth your hands emitted and enjoyed the simplicity of your actions.

"we'll take it slow however you want. we'll adjust the boundaries to whatever you need. we'll solve our problems together. the weight of the world will rest on our shoulders," you breathed out. 006 felt the burning behind his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

w-what was this feeling? there was a burning feeling in his eyes, a choking feeling in his throat, his fingers shook, and he felt a heaviness on his chest. he had never felt this before...

"no matter where you are, whatever you become, and whenever you need someone, just call me," your thumb brushed across his lips and his eyes opened, exposing their pale blue beauty. unshed tears glittered under the sunlight. "i will be there for you. always."

"why are you so nice to me?" 006 blurted out. he gripped onto the hands cradling his chin, not noticing how they shook. he ignored the way his voice trembled. "why are you so kind? so love? i don't understand! i don't deserve any of this! not after what i did to so many innocents..."

006 let out a heavy sob and the tears started flowing. you leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours and synchronizing your breathes together.

"you didn't want to do any of that, did you, liam?"

he shook his head; blond strands of hair flicked left and right. "no! they were innocents and i never wanted to k-kill any of them!"

you smiled and 006's heart stopped.

"then you deserve it. you're innocent," you pressed a kiss onto each of his shaking hands. "the camp is guilty. their blood is not on your hands."

"i'm i-innocent?" 006 whispered.

you nodded. "and you're worth all the love in the world."

006- no, liam gave you a broken smile. he tried hard to wipe away the tear tracks on his face, laughing slightly as the tears just kept flowing but kept giving you that heart-stopping broken smile that made your soul glow warmly.

it made your heart lighten because it wasn't stained. no, stains are hard to wipe away and fix into something brand new. they are permanent, eternal. but broken pieces can always heal. they can always be glued together and you would be the glue to heal liam together again.

because he's worth it all

#teenage mercenary #teenage mercenary x reader #mercenary enrollment #liam x reader #006 x reader #006 #teenage mercenary 006 #mercenary enrollment 006

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 2: "You've told your parents?"

Male!Werewolf (Liam) x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: !toxic parents! (Homophobic and rude to non-werewolf people) therapy mentions, stress cooking, established relationship, spelling mistakes, talk of panic and anxiety attacks, ☆pasta☆

Summary: finding your boyfriend stress cooking, you ask him what's wrong.

Your keys jangle as you remove them from your jacket pocket.

Balancing a small package on your leg, you turn the key, hearing the lock click open. Tucking the package under your arm you push the door open.

The smell hits you first.

It's 4:30 pm, you'd just gotten off work and assumed your boyfriend Liam was still at work since there was a package at the door.

Putting your keys in the dish at the entrance way, you set the package on the table next to it.

As you kick off your boots you hear the clatter of spoons and pans and sizzling food on the stove.

Your jacket goes next, hanging it next to Liams. So he did come home early.

"Baby?" You say into the apartment, peering into the living room, seeing it empty. In fact, it doesn't look like he'd sat down at all, none of the pillows had been moved and the blankets were still neatly folded on the top of the couch.

Looking to the left you see him in the kitchen, standing a little over 6 feet tall in his wolf form, cooking various things.

He hadn't given any indication that he'd heard or noticed you yet, moving from pot to pan, stirring and adding spices to the various food items.

He was wearing his favorite sweatpants, but in his wolf form, they came down to the middle of his calf, or haunches, as he called them. As he turned to dig into a silverware drawer you saw the back of the pants.

He had specific pants that he wore when he changed, they were longer and had holes in the rear-end for his tail.

These pants had a jagged and uneven hole, as if he half haphazardly took a pair of scissors and cut them. Or maybe be used his claws and just ripped them.

"Liam?" You softly come towards him. Normally when he changed like this, he would be very easily triggered and anxious.

Finally his head lifts up to you, two emotions flash across his eyes: regret and relief.

"Hey, baby," He wipes his hands on the apron tied around his waist, looking away at the stove. "You're home a little early,"

"Could say the same about you," You came up to the kitchen island, standing at his side. "Did something happen at work?"

"Uh..." He clears his throat, looking at the ground. "Well, the boss had to leave early because his wife went into labor, so we all got to go home,"

"Did...did something else happen?" You look him up and down. He knows what you're trying to ask: he doesn't normally change in the middle of the day like this unless he's had an anxiety attack.

He doesn't answer right away, going to a pan and flipping over onions and peppers. You give him time to think about his response, knowing he's still working on opening up.

"Well...uh, as you know, the other day was our 3 year anniversary," He sets the tongs down, turning to you but not meeting your eyes. "And we got all those sweet messages from our friends and that card from your parents...and it-well, I-I..." He stuttered, voice catching in his throat. "I did something I shouldn't have."

"Liam?" You step forward, gently touching his forearm, making him meet your eyes. "It's alright, no one's mad at you,"

He scoffs, tears brimming his eyes. "There are two people who are actually very mad at me,"

Then it makes sense, the intricate meal he's making, his random change, his sweatpants.

"Did you call your parents?" You make your tone as neutral and possible, not wanting to make him feel worse.

His lip quivers. "We've been together for three years, we live together, we're probably going to get married and they didn't even know about you...I just- I wanted to see if they'd changed."

"You've told your parents?" He nods. "You called to tell them about us?"

You knew little about Liams parents, but you knew they weren't good people. They shunned anyone who wasn't a werewolf and even cut off all communications with Liams brother for being gay.

Liam had told you that he only introduced one girlfriend to his parents, she was a human and they hated her. Well, not her, but the thought that she could possibly not carry on the werewolf bloodline. So Liams mother paid her to leave Liam, and the bitch took the money and left without a word.

It's why Liam was so hesitant when you first started dating when you asked about his family, he was afraid you'd leave like the last girl.

"I just wanted them to know," His shoulders slump forward. "But I shouldn't have called, I made a mistake,"

"It's not your fault," You squeeze his arm. "You can't control how they react, only how you do,"

He scoffed, blinking away tears. "Yeah, I had a panic attack, ripped my favorite pants and am now stress cooking."

"Do you want to call Dr. Loone?"

"I already did," He swallows thickly. "I have an appointment tomorrow at 3,"

You rub gentle circle on his arm, scratching through his fur. It took him a long time to accept he needed professional help, but once he found Dr. Loone, he began working through his trauma.

"Do you want to tell me what they said? Just to get it out?"

"No," He shakes his head, taking your hands in his large ones. "No, you don't deserve to know all the horrible things they said about you," He pulls you into his chest, rubbing his nose on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"Well if you need to rant, I'm here," You mumble into his chest, the fur sticking out from his collar tickling your forehead.

"And I'm so grateful for that, truly. You have no idea how much you mean to me," He exhales deeply, possibly for the first time tonight.

"So, changing the subject," You pull away slightly, looking up at him. "What're you cooking?"

His head snaps towards the stove, slipping out of your arms to stop anything from burning.

"Can you put the pasta in the colander? I'm almost done with the sauce," He nods to the back burner, a large steel pot steams with pasta you don't recognize.

"Or rather," You say, rolling up your sleeves. "What do you want help with?"

Dr. Loone suggested that after addressing what caused the panic attack, distract yourselves to calm the mind, then go back and reevaluate what happened. In most cases it worked, for Liam is was helping him in the kitchen.

Being careful not to burn yourself, you take the pot, dumping the water into the sink and the noodles into the colander.

Liam takes a pan full of ground beef and added the cut up onions and peppers, then added a quarter of a jar of tomato sauce.

"I'll put the sauce in, the garlic bread is almost done, could you pull that out of the oven?" He reaches past you, shaking the colander to get the excess water out and bringing it to the stove. Carefully he dumps the pasta into the sauce and stirs it.

Putting the colander back in the sink he takes the pasta and starts to plate it.

The stove beeped loudly, you jumped slightly, grabbing an oven mitt sitting on the edge of the counter. You take out the delicious bread and set the hot tray on the counter.

Working in tandem, Liam brings the plates of pasta to the dining table and you bring a large basket full of garlic bread and a thick stack of napkins.

You sit at the head of the table and he's on your left side, you feel his tail gently brush against your ankle, you know it's on purpose.

The pasta is delicious and you can tell Liam is calming down with every bite. He hasn't changed back, he probably won't until tomorrow morning, but his wolf form has never bothered you.

After dinner, you lean back in the chair, sighing loudly, unbuttoning your jeans.

"Oh, I don't think I can eat another bite," You rub at your stomach. Liam laughs, taking both of your plates and rinsing them in the sink.

"Not even for pumpkin pie?" He laughs heartily when your head snaps up, eyes wide.

"How long would it take to make it?"

He shrugs, looking back at the messy counters and stovetop. "Hour and a half?"

"Yeah, I could have a piece by then," You nod, standing and taking care of the spare garlic bread. "I was thinking about taking a shower, are you okay...?"

Sometimes Liam hated being alone normally after a rough day, but he also hated showering in his wolf form.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'll be okay, you can go shower," He takes a moment to think, before smiling and nodding.

"Alright, I'll be back in time for pie," You smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

You feel slightly guilty for leaving Liam alone, but about 30 minutes after you get in, there's a knock on the door.

Liam comes in, leaning against the door frame. "I never asked how your day was,"

You let him stay, telling him about everything that happened, big and small details that would pass the time faster.

Then the oven beeps, and he leaves to check on the pie. After he's made sure he didn't burn it, he's back with you. He stays with you the whole time, afraid if he looks away you’ll disappear. 

Now dressed in pajamas and in the living room, the pie is done and he's finishing up the whipped cream.

"Do you want to help me with the-" He doesn't finish as you're already at his side. He laughs, handing you the piping bag.

"How much should I put?" You stare down at the two pieces in front of you. "Cause I like a lot on my pumpkin pie,"

"Here," He chuckles again, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He takes your hands in his and shows you how to do the whipped cream. "Do a little swirl, like this,"

His chin is an inch above your shoulder, his body surrounding your form, you giggle at the hair brushing against your arms and back.

Eventually you do get the cream on the pumpkin pie and sit in the living room together.

"Are you feeling better?" You ask around a mouthful of pie.

"Yeah, a little," He swallows his bite, nodding his head. Meeting your eyes he smiles, he leans forward from his spot against the arm rest.

You meet him halfway, kissing him sweetly. When you pull back, you sloppily kiss his nose.

"You got pumpkin-" He aggressively wipes at his nose with his forearm. "Great, now all I'm going to smell for the next few days is just pumpkin,"

You laugh, taking another big bite of your own piece. He lowers his arm and looks to you again, smiling at you.

He'd never been more grateful to have you in his life than today. And now, seeing you laughing in your pajamas, hair undone, the setting sun behind you, making your skin glow: he knows he made the right choice buying the ring that's hiding in his dresser.

Tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

#You've told your parents? #flufftober #flufftober2022 #flufftober day 2 #day 2 #werewolf x reader #werewolf #monster lover #monster romance #monster x reader #liam the werewolf #liam x reader #flufftober 2022

[ervotica]

liam mairi x reader where he literally loses it during the torture chamber over seeing her hurt

pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader

warnings; torture lol, graphic depictions of violence and injury, liam is a little unhinged (as much as a golden retriever can be) and also the best bf ever. also xaddy makes an appearance <3

a/n; for argument's sake, liam is alive and well (also for my sake bc he's my baby and i adore him) this is a little different to the plot in the books as liam isn't *technically* there during the torture chamber scene, so this diverts from the original plot. this is gonna get like 4 whole notes but idgaf because liam is taking up my entire mind atm i just want that boy to smother me in love and i can kiss his perfect face<3

Knuckles crack against the already swollen expanse of your jaw and your neck whips sideways awkwardly as blood fills your gasping mouth. Your ears ring, vision beginning to blur and blacken at the edges as Liam roars.

You can't see him for the soldiers crowding your line of vision, but the guttural sound that rips its way from his throat is unlike anything you've ever heard before. It's raw, full of untethered fury that no one would expect from a kind soul like Liam. But, then again, no one's seen the lengths he will go to to keep you safe.

"I'm fine, Li," you murmur, neck cracking as you wrench your head upright to reassure him. The swarm of bodies part somewhat, and they back against the wall; you watch him thrash against the restraints, teeth bared like a predator; it's a stark juxtaposition to his usual - docile - countenance.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill all of you!” he bellows, voice permeating the otherwise relatively silent chamber. It cuts through you like glass, and you wince as another blow collides with your cheekbone. You feel it shatter, growling through grit teeth at your attacker.

“You have all the power here,” he croons. “Tell us what we need to know, and I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck you,” you seethe. “You really think I’ll break that easily?”

He cracks his knuckles slowly, one by one echoing through the empty room as he paces, his head tilting curiously as though he's enraptured by your resilience. “No. But he will.”

Your nostrils flare, eyes darting to where Liam’s still struggling to break himself free. His eyes are dark, cerulean replaced with black onyx as the rage consumes him.

“You underestimate us,” you say simply; your chin juts out indignantly. “We’re not telling you shit.”

Your ribs are next to break with a sickening crunch, and when you scream, the sharp yell of your boyfriend takes up all the space left in your brain. It's all you hear, all you can decipher through the thick cotton wadded into your ears, the only thing you can manage past the searing flames that set your body alight with agony. Your lids start to droop, lips parting to croak something indiscernible; and Liam's begging, pleading with you to stay conscious, but even as you gaze up at him through sticky, tear-soaked lashes, the darkness wraps its cruel fingers around your throat and you can't fend it off.

You don't know how many days it's been when your eyes peel open, glued shut with sleep. Every nerve ending in your body ignites, set aflame with pure, unrelenting excruciation. Your chest heaves and the movement triggers another cataclysmic inferno; a sob claws its way from your throat almost involuntarily, your body relying purely on survival instincts.

Xaden's standing over you in an instant, a warm palm cradled against the curve of your jaw to keep you still when you shout and thrash, trying to rid yourself of the unyielding pain that courses through your veins like liquid fire.

"Shh, shh." He's doing his best to placate you, but you're manic, eyes wide and frantic as you attempt to orientate yourself in the room.

"Liam," you croak. "Where's Liam?"

"He's okay. He's fine. I need you to stay calm, okay?" A tear slips past your clogged waterline and runs over Xaden's knuckle, his thumb following its downward path to brush it away.

"I want Liam," you wheeze, a pain that transcends physicality blooming into your aching chest. "Please."

There's a scuffle and a flash of blonde before Liam is crouching at your side, a thick fingered hand anchoring against the top of your head.

"I'm right here, my girl. You didn't think I'd leave you alone, did you?"

You shake your head vehemently despite the throbbing in your temples, your own fingers looping around his wrist to keep him close, to keep him touching you.

"It hurts, Li," you whimper, and it's the first sign of true weakness he's seen you expose in this long, painful week. You're safe to fall apart now, safe with the knowledge that he'll help you put yourself back together.

"I know. We just need to get you fixed up and you'll feel better."

He tips forward on his toes to press his cheek to yours, and the warmth of his breath tickles at the shell of your ear. His face turns, nose squishing into the soft flesh of your cheek, lips puckered in a kiss against the corner of your mouth. You feel the scab, long dried over, and the groove in his lip where it's split; when he tilts his head sideways to watch you, your eyes fix on it.

"You're hurt," you sniffle. "It's my fault."

"Oh, this old thing?" He waves you off, flippant as the tip of his finger prods at the dried skin. "Doesn't even hurt, angel. Don't you worry about me."

"I do worry about you."

You use the little strength you have left to turn on your side, tuning out Liam's abrupt protests until there'e enough room for two on the bed. He knows what you want from no more than a pleading glance.

"I can't-" he starts, and the complaints die in his throat when your fingers dig into the worn fabric of his uniform.

"I need you," you admit. His shoulders slouch in defeat.

"You promise to go to sleep?"

He lifts your tender body, propping you against a muscular forearm as he slides beneath you, and settling you between two thick thighs, your back to his chest. His warmth seeps into your pores and he feels you sag, only succumbing to the exhaustion now you know he's safe.

Fingernails scratch at your scalp and dimples crater into the centre of his cheeks when your head tilts to nuzzle deeper into the touch. The flaring pain resides to a dull - but manageable - ache.

"I'm tired," you say, muffled.

"I know, my girl." You don't miss the thrum of his pulse, the way it picks up when he catches sight of the deep bruises that mar your skin, the swelling from broken bones. He's angry.

And he's going to make them pay for this.

#liam mairi x reader #liam mairi x you #liam mairi x y/n #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing #liam mairi #liam x reader #liam x you #liam and xaden #liam fourth wing #fourth wing fic #fourth wing rebecca yarros #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #writing for fun #love letters #ily #iron flame #fourth wing fluff #fourth wing angst #liam mairi drabble #liam mairi fanfiction #liam mairi fic #liam mairi angst #liam mairi fluff #hurt/comfort #comfort fic #fluff writing #fluff with angst

[graceloveswolves]

Preferences

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Teen Wolf

Includes : Derek, Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Liam, Brett, Jordan, Theo, and Aiden.

Who he’s jealous of

Cuddling Scale

You hit on him

He is jealous

First Impression of You

He Takes Away Your Pain

Sharing a Bed For The First Time

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf preferences #teen wolf imagines #derek hale x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey one shot #isaac lahey x reader #derek hale imagines #derek hale one shot #derek hale #brett talbot #brett talbot x reader #brett talbot imagine #brett x reader #liam dunbar x reader #liam x reader #Liam dunbar #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #jordan parrish x reader #aiden steiner x reader #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken #Aiden steiner

[pinkforwinter]

Hello! I hope you having a great day/afternoon/night! I was just stopping by to ask for teenage mercenary boys and how they would cuddle. Idk that’s just been one of the weird things that have been on my mind lately! Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I just thought I could ask! Bye (I also loved the last headcannons you posted 😍)

Awww, you're so sweet anon! I'm still relatively unconfident in my writing but I'm always trying to improve so hearing you loved it makes me so happy! ❤

I can definitely do that. One fluffy round of headcanons coming right up!

Heads up, Liam is now included in my list of Teenage Mercenary boys! Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: None, just a little spice added for flavor. Mentions of sex in a creative ways.

How the Teenage Mercenary boys like to cuddle.

Ijin Yu-

Ijin is a pretty basic man when it comes to cuddling. He definitely likes being big spoon, pressing up to you with his chest to your back. He likes feeling like he's protecting you, tucking his legs against yours and wrapping himself around you. It's very intimate. It's usually how the two of you sleep. It's also how you cuddle in the afterglow of your more intimate activities.

But the first time you cuddled it was literally the living version of the affection meme.

Ijin: "What are you doing?" He asks as you snuggle into his side and attempt to pull his arm around your waist.

You: "Cuddling. Snuggling. Affection." At this point he's kinda staring at you funny and you begin to back off thinking you might have pushed his buttons a little too hard. He's immediately like "wait, I didn't say I wanted you to stop."

He normally doesn't like cuddling on the couch. He likes being able to jump up and get going if he has to. He doesn't mind wrapping an arm around your shoulders or having your side pressed tight against his but that's about it. He will bend that on date nights however; his favorite part of stay at home dates is when he's stretched across the couch and you're stretched against him with his arms around you, hands pressed against your back.

With all that being said, he definitely has a secret soft spot for being cuddled, especially when he's little spoon. Let him curl up on your chest and run your fingers through his hair and this man is gone.

Seokju Ko-

Seokju is a much more distant sleeper. He doesn't mind holding you as the two you settle down for the night but once it's bedtime, he's on his side of the bed. The two you of usually sleep back to back. Sometimes you lay pressed right up to each other, sometimes you guys are on separate edges.

Seokju doesn't mind holding you as you fall asleep, however. It's not rare for him to turn around and wrap you up in his arms and pull you against his chest, your head tucking under his chin as the two of you slip into slumber.

Don't even get me started on having you on his lap. He straights up melts into a puddle when you straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. When you run your fingers into his hairline and rub the back of his neck, oh, he could die right then and be happy.

Not as into being held. He doesn't have a particular reason or anything- it doesn't make him feel less like a man or make him feel small. Its just not something he likes; he much prefers holding you.

That being said, he DOES enjoy it when you come up behind him when he's sitting down to wrap your arms around his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. Your breath on his ear always makes him blush.

Don't touch his hair unless you're cuddling in bed. It's usually gelled down during the day so if you do your hand will come away slick with grease. He'll probably have warned you beforehand not to touch his hair before he's taken his nightly shower; when you inevitably forget and do so anyway, he's more amused than annoyed as you begin to freak out over your predicament.

Liam-

Liam is the most physically affectionate out of the three boys and that includes cuddling. Whether it be in bed, on the couch or otherwise, he's definitely down for some cuddling; whether it be him holding you or you holding him, it's just yes.

His favorite position to sleep in is the sweetheart cradle. Basically, he'll lay on his back and wrap an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest and curl up against him. He'll rub his fingers against your back, run his hand down your sides. It's especially intimate- sometimes it leads to more then just sleeping.

On nights where the two of you have a romp in the sheets, he very much likes it when you take initiative and backpack him. He likes the sensation of your chest pressed against his back and having your arms wrapped around him. He doesn't like to sleep in that position, though, so you'll have to let go sooner or later.

Around others, Liam is a bit more muted with his affections. He'll wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders but he doesn't feel comfortable doing much else in regards to cuddling.

In the privacy of your own home is a different story. Sit on his lap and twirl his hair around your fingers and all his attention will be on you. He loves it when you're in his lap, curled up on his chest. He's so soft for you and it shows.

Play with his hair. Do it, it's so soft and he loves it when you run your fingers through it. His scalp is real sensitive, though, so try not to pull too hard. If you do, you'll immediately see and feel him start to get hot. If he sees you're doing it on purpose to try and rile him up, he might just drop whatever he's doing to punish you.

#manhwa #webtoon #x reader #reader insert #teenage mercenary #liam x reader #seokju x reader #ijin x reader #headcanons

[chandeliermichel]

Hey inkio- 👁️🫦👁️

SO, here's a request for you hehehe, headcanons on the ikevil characters teaching a foreigner MC english, having to correct their grammar constantly and seeing their annoyed face. It can be any character you want (oh but pls do add Roger for all the Roger simos out there they have been parched lately and ofc my Harrison 😌)

I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH 😭 LOVE YOU BAE AND THANK YOU MUAH

MY BAE, MY LOVE, MY SWEETHEART ~ whipped these fresh headcanons for you :D and the roger simps cuz yall are too starved atp

Synopsis: Kate is an immigrant and hardly knows the basics of English. How will she communicate with them and how will they teach their language to her?

Italics are used to indicate Kate/MC's language.

- Teaching Foreigner!Kate English

William Rex

When he met her on that fateful night, when stars covered the cloudless sky, and she stood there shaking... William knew she didn't understand him.

And no, it wasn't because Kate was terrified of the scene in front of her -- she was, well, but her vocabulary was so small and her ability to speak English wasn't good at all so she was having great trouble understanding what he was saying.

"You...!" She pointed at him when they sat in the dining hall, then stopped, as if searching hard for her words.

William thought her frustrated expression was charming.

Kate clicked her tongue and shook her head in defeat. "You... um... me die?" She then sighed. This darn language is too confusing! I didn't know I was going to get into this situation... it hasn't even been that long since I came to London. Being an immigrant is hard...

William chuckled. "No, Kate. You won't die. No one here will lay a hand on you."

She looked at him in surprise. Oh, so her ability to listen was better? That's good.

They started hanging around each other more. Kate accompanied him on his missions and she realized, much to her surprise, that she loved William's company.

He was patient, sweet, and always willing to help her learn the language. Even after they became lovers and expressed their feelings for each other, this little "tradition" of theirs continued.

Mostly in the comfort of his room, where William and Kate sat on the bed and he wrote down words on a note-book and explained sentences and structures to her.

"What's this?" She questioned.

William adored her unique accent. He smiled, "This?" And explained it to her.

She smiled up at him. "Will! I... I understand!" He smiled back.

Ah yes, he would go over these small things a million times if it meant she will look at him with that sweet, enticing smile of hers.

"You deserve a prize for being so smart, my lovely robin." And he captured her lips with his.

Roger Barrel:

Kate started calling him 'doctor' after learning what his profession was. Roger kept telling her that he was a former doctor but Kate insisted. Using the word doctor was easier any way.

She stayed around him like a little duckling. When he asked why, she didn't understand and tilted her head in confusion.

Roger sighed with a small smile. Then said, slowly, "Why... do ... you... stay... around... me?"

Kate laughed. "Doctor is nice."

He kept staring at her. Gosh, this girl was too defenseless. Saying something so sweet to him without a care in the world...? What was going to become of her, he wondered.

Roger shook his head and bent down to match her height. "Little lady, you are an idiot."

"No, it's Roger who is dumb!"

"Hmm, what did you say?"

"You called me dumb but I think you are dumber than me." She gave him a toothy grin, "You... dumb."

He laughed and went back to his work. Gone were the days when Kate used to be a shy maiden. Now she was comfortable in his company and shared her thoughts with him without trouble.

They often had trouble communicating, however, but Roger knew she understood him when he spoke slowly. He was always busy conducting experiments and dealing with missions but whenever he had time, he taught Kate the basics of conversing.

"Okay, Kate, write me a sentence."

She nodded her head.

"The pickle was... colored curious?" Roger gave her a puzzled look. She nodded, looking proud.

"Haha, I guess it works. Good job, little lady. You improve each day."

And when he smiled at her as the evening sun kissed his profile, and his eyes glimmered with emotions, Kate felt her heart speeding up.

"Crap...! Doctors are meant to cure diseases but I think my heart will burst if he keeps looking at me!"

"What was that?"

"You still dumb, Roger."

Harrison Grey:

It's hard to converse with her. So, so hard. Harrison was born in London, English was his first language, everyone there spoke English so it was a little baffling to see that Kate BARELY understood what he said.

Most of the time it would be her staring at him with wide eyes and as if the gears in her head were processing what she heard.

He sighed. She was hopeless and Harry took it upon himself to teach her. He didn't care for her (he did), he just felt pity for the girl. That's all.

He read her books, explained each and every meaning when he had time, wrote down the words on a note-pad, and gave her daily tasks... not because her smile was sweet when she succeeded and gave him a toothy smile... or that his heart did flip flops when she let out happy noises.

No. None of that. Harrison wasn't catching feelings. Especially not for the girl who didn't even understand what he was saying.

But they soon fell in love. Both understood the weight of their feelings and the intensity. There was an electric spark between them, as if fire could start at any moment.

After they became a couple, Harry continued teaching her and he was proud that she was learning so quickly.

He would whisper stories in her ear as they would lay in bed, loving how her blush intensified with every word, and Harrison Grey was a tease so he wasn't going to stop.

"Kate, what's the difference between like and love?"

"Hmm... difference?" She muttered. "Harry likes strawberry milk."

"Correct. Did you notice what I love?"

Can I say me? No no! He will think I am weird!

"I love you."

SHIT! He's too good at this!

Yes, he loved seeing her flustered.

#ink writes #ikemen villain #ikevil x reader #harrison grey x reader #liam x reader #victor x reader #ellis x reader #roger x reader #william x reader #jude x reader

[muqingswife]

please can someone write the readers reaction when she sees liam for the first time on timeskip? i need to cry

#william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #x reader #liam x reader #timeskip au #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #moriarty x reader #james moriarty