#but when they do it’s always to say something rude and condescending

[yuri-is-online]

Why So Rude? (Or Yuu's BF Asks Crewel for their Hand in Marriage and What Happens Next Will Shock You)

For legal reasons, this is a joke. I have been dealing with a health issue of sorts (i am not dying so no worrying ok? just v annoyed) so writing longer stuff is escaping me at the moment, enjoy some crack while I take a breather. More can be found on my masterlist here.

NO (FLOYD, Rook, and Malleus)

Crewel has been in denial about this "relationship" since it started. Not that his disapproval is really going to stop Floyd, but Crewel 100% refers to him as "Yuu's ex boyfriend" much to the confusion of... everyone who hears that. They do find some common ground in their shared interest in fashion, but Crewel has never forgiven him for his behavior in his class OR his "stealing" Yuu's heart.

Rook on the other hand he didn't have too much of an issue with until he realized just how familiar he seemed to be with his home for someone who had supposedly only been there to visit you. The twenty page letter he wrote to confess his feelings to you didn't help either once he saw the few lines where Rook wrote about the beauty of your finger prints, but he knows his disapproval means very little to someone as obsessed with romance as Rook.

Malleus... is the King of a country genuinely hostile to humans and Crewel thinks he is a little too obsessed with Yuu for his own good. He is also not a fan of how condescending Malleus is towards his disapproval, but it's an issue that will be worked out eventually. They are fighting out of love for the same person, your safety and happiness is all they really care about at the end of the day.

No, but as a joke (Sebek and Jack)

I don't think he has anything against him really, he just wants to see how important tradition and the opinion of his elders actually is to him. When Sebek begins to plead his case because he does not wish to put a wedge between Yuu and their father figure, but cannot deny his feelings for Yuu Crewel's more than happy to "change his mind." He knows you will be happy and well looked after.

Jack is a solid partner, and he is a wolf beastman who speaks of Yuu as his soulmate, his one and only, his eternal life partner and- well. Crewel just can't resist a bit of teasing, he's always been so serious and easy to fluster about these sort of things. The sheepish look on his face when he realizes Crewel has been teasing him makes it very worth it.

I can't stop you can I... (Leona, Kalim, and Rollo)

While Crewel has faith that Leona has what it takes to save his home- he lives in the Sunset Savannah. That is really far away from the Queendom of Roses ( ; ω ; ) have some pity on your poor father he can't travel that far all the time it's bad for his skin. The pressures of being the partner of royalty is something he worries over, but a smug promise from Leona to protect you soothes his worries somewhat.

The flippant way Kalim talks about the assassination attempts is not the way Crewel wants to hear about attempts on your life or heaven forbid your death. Kalim is very sympathetic to this, he has no real argument against how ignorant he was in the past, but he isn't a child anymore. Just filled with a childlike love for the world and determination to make it better. It is hard to say no to that.

Rollo is too much like Trein. His request for your hand in marriage feels like something that the old man would cry tears of genuine joy over, so of course he hates it. Unfortunately he also knows how much this teen grandfather matters to you or whatever so the answer will be yes. At least he has an excuse to visit Fleur City more now.

Give me one good reason. (Azul, Jade, Idia, and Lilia)

Azul was such a good student that he should have zero complaints that you started dating. But he also isn't blind and dislikes being pandered to, which is very much what Azul is doing here. He does wonder briefly if this is a cultural thing and he is being insensitive, but he is still exasperated enough to not immediately say yes. The strange twinkle that comes to Azul's eyes at the prospect of negotiations makes him wish he had though.

Speaking of not being blind, what does the Leech family do and is it legal? Survey says probably yes, but Crewel remembers dealing with Jade's parents while he was in school and has no desire to feed his child to the shar- err eels. Jade immediately begins to sniffle, oh how could Crewel say such bad things about him? A poor innocent eel and blah blah blah. If Jade wasn't such a good partner he'd be cooked.

Crewel understands and appreciates the effort Idia has put in to his personal growth and he has no desire to shit on that... but S.T.Y.X. and the secrecy around it is no joke. He wants to continue having a relationship with Yuu and as soon as Idia reassures him of that he has no more objections.

Lilia is an old man, a war criminal, and a father. Of course Crewel has seen how he was able to live as a student while at NRC but his own credit as a father would be under fire if he didn't object mildly. Lilia has some fun with it and has a bit more respect for him for objecting. So long as the eventual answer is yes.

Yes (Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ruggie, Jamil, and Epel)

While Crewel does have some red flag concerns concerning Riddle's mother, he has no real objections to Riddle himself. He is a perfect gentlemen and the correct amount of nervous to be asking the question. He gets full marks, as if there would ever be any other outcome.

Trey is that sort of solid option that parents really love, but he also has that tight personal relationship with Crewel from his Science Club days. He lives in the Queendom and is tight with his own family there are few better places for Yuu to be.

While Cater isn't Crewel's favorite student, he doesn't hate him or the Shaftlands. He is also not entirely unconvinced that him asking is for a magicam trend but! He has no real major objections. He is more than ready to have two kids, as soon as Cater is willing to admit he could use a stable father figure.

I don't think that Ruggie would even suggest marrige unless he's obtained that stable, high paying job he so baldy wants and has moved his Granny out of the slums. It's the perfect time to ask for permission to propose, and while the Savannah is still super far away (r.i.p. Crewel's skin) he is much more supportive of the two of you and how far you've come.

Similarly to Ruggie, I don't think Jamil would propose to Yuu unless his personal issues with Kalim and his position with the Asim's had been sorted. He wants to actually travel on his honeymoon, and Crewel is very willing to suggest the Queendom of Roses. Jamil's ego is absolutely stroked by how Crewel had zero objections but your adoptive dad doesn't get to see how smug it makes him, Jamil saves the smirks for when you say yes.

I think that Crewel seems to like all of the first years, and Epel is no exception. Sure, his request starts out well put together and polite but devolves into a dialect that leaves Crewel with no idea of what he's saying, but he has a general idea. Of course Epel has his blessing, Harveston sounds like a lovely place for Yuu to live their life in Twisted Wonderland and Epel a perfect person to keep them safe and happy.

He already planned the wedding (Ace, Deuce, Silver and Vil)

I know what you're saying. Crewel approving of Ace? Of course he does! He was in his homeroom class, and Crewel has a soft spot for trouble makers from the Queendom, he was one after all! Sure he might have had some problems with him when you first started dating, but now, when he is deathly serious saying he wants to spend the rest of his life with you? Crewel has been waiting for this since he fist saw carrot head yanking your chain.

Deuce is a much easier sell, Crewel was always a bit harsh on his intelligence, but only because he ran a tight ship and wanted him to reach for the stars. Well he has, and he has you to support him through it, Crewel is so proud of both. He and Dilla have absolutely been hypothetically planning this for years.

While Silver's curse did not endear him to Crewel for his first two years of schooling, he really grew on him when you started going out. He's glad that you've found someone who loves you as much as Silver does, really he is. Unfortunately this means he has to plan a wedding with Lilia, something they both have been doing since you started going out and never talked about. Don't worry! They only intend to fight a lot little bit.

The instant you started dating Vil Crewel entered his mother of the bride era. The permission asking was less Vil wanting to be polite and more him coming up with a way to distract him and convince him to focus on designing the clothes. Thankfully it works and no one other than his dogs have to know just how insane the prospect of his two favorite students marrying made him.

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[yanderenightmare]

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere

gn reader

Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you. 

You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.

You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.

There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…

The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.

Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.

You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.

You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.

Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.

He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.

His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…

Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.

Why is he so hung up on you?

The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.

But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.

You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.

Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.

But you should have trusted your instincts.

“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.

Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.

You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.

Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.

“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”

The comment is pulled out of nowhere.

He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.

“Think you can take me now?”

You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.

Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”

But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.

“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”

Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it. 

Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.

You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.

“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.

Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex. 

“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”

One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.

“After all… what are friends for?”

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[yndrgrl]

for some reason, your enemy, yandere! katsuki bakugo, is oddly possessive over you

lowkey yandere! reader. smut. fem!reader. regular au. enemies (with benefits) to lovers. virgin! reader mentioned. jealous! bakugo. lowkey! angst the highkey! fluff.

warnings: nsfw, mentions of virginity being taken by katsuki, public sex stuff, tit fucking, degrading, free use, oral (fem receiving), rough fucking, choking, masochism??

a/n: should i start doing more drabbles & headcannons or do you guys like the long fics?

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katsuki loves seeing you angry.

it's such a strict contrast, really. you're usually calm, put together, level-headed with a hint of dark humor & sarcasm. you seemed like you had unweavering patience when it came to the daily annoyances from stubbing your toe to helping a student that couldn't seem to grasp a subject, no matter how many times you tried explaining it.

the only person who could get under your skin was a certain, arrogant classmate who always had something to say. he would never say anything absurdly rude, but it would always get on your nerves. "the back of your shirt isn't tucked in, dumbass." "your lip gloss color is too bright on you, fuckin' idiot." "there's an easier way to do that, stupid."

maybe it was the tone he gave you-- condescending. maybe it was the way he was so predictable, always following up with a coy smirk. you didn't know why he was the only one to irk you, but you do know one thing, you hate him.

& he hates you.

yet for some reason, you two know more about each other than anyone else. you know how much katsuki hates sweet things, so you'll dump half a bottle of that cheap teriyaki sauce that tastes like artificial sweetener into his spicy ramen when he's cooking. he knows how you have your backpack organized, so he'll purposefully put things into the wrong place just to annoy you.

you two were obvious rivals in almost all aspects of life, & yet the two of you are attached by the hip. he was always in your dorm room while you did your homework, blowing on your ear or messing with stuff he knows he's not supposed to. you would find yourself in the gym with him late at night, sitting on the floor as you watched him to an exercise you didn't wanna do.

your friends would always ask about him, which was another way he would get on your nerves. even when he's not there, his name would get thrown around. "so, (y/n), when are you & bakugo gonna make it official," snickered jiro.

"yeah! we wanna know," momo chimed in. you've had this conversation with anyone who knew you & bakugo, & your answer was always the same.

"NEVER!"

the funny thing about "never" is that it means you, at no time in the future or in the past or on any occasion, would ever, ever even glance at bakugo with any sort of care or attraction. "never" means the only look you'd throw his way is a glare.

yet, there you were, under him, contradicting "never." this arrangement -secret rendezvous & lustful activities- happened a few weeks ago, you remember it so vividly. it was a late night, & you & bakugo were dead tired after training (aka fighting non-stop) with each other for hours followed by studying at his dorm. the two of you weren't done until late, so you told him that you were going to stay in his dorm whether he liked it or not.

another snarky argument ensued, which mellowed into vulnerable confessions. you told him you've never had a partner because you've never had any intimate experience before, so how would you even cope? that night, you lost your virginity to your enemy, & it was so addictive.

after that, your guys' dynamic didn't change outwardly. if people paid attentions a bit more, they would've seen the two of you holding pinkies during lunch. he would sit a tad bit closer in class. it's a good thing you've been wearing your hair down because your neck was covered in hickies.

today, katsuki was even more annoying than he has been the last year. something was coursing through his veins. he was so much more daring, so much more of a bully today.

it started when you woke up in his bed, naked after a night of taboo touches. even last night, he was different, something on his mind. groggily, katsuki shot you a lazy smirk. his fingertips ghosted over your exposed skin while you laid on his bare chest. goosebumps followed in his fingers' wake. you laid there for a moment longer then said, "we should probably get ready for school."

"hm.."

"what?"

"i just need something taken care of, (y/n)," said katsuki, voice deep. you felt him against your thigh that was draped across his hips.

"k-katsuki, we-we can't," you blushed. your protests went unanswered as he started to mark your neck. his love bites trailed around your neck, down to your collarbone.

"shhh, just relax," katsuki whispered as he groped your tits. as quickly as he removed his hand, it was replaced by his mouth, suckling on your nipple; his fingers pinched the other. his free hand dove between your legs.

"katsuki!" you gasped, pussy still sore from last night. you couldn't help but grind your clit against his palm while his fingers were knuckle-deep and pressing against your g-spot. "go-gonna cum," you moaned out, & it was like a switch flipped inside of katsuki.

he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt. climbing atop of you, katsuki sneered"didn't i tell you quiet?" he shoved his fingers coated in your juices down your throat, making you gargle in surprise.

his heavy cock laid between your hickey-covered tits. "press your tits together," he commanded. you must've given him a confused look because he instructed sternly, "use your hand & fuckin' press your tits around my cock, nerd." oh god, how he made you so mad. you couldn't even tell him off.

that morning, he finished all over your face & tits. he smacked your cheek a couple of times with his semi-hard cock before getting off of your body to get a towel for you.

the two of you sat in aizawa's class, next to each other, like you didn't have to wash katsuki's cum out of your hair just before school started. what was embarrassing was that your friends (bless their sweet, sweet souls) complimented you, which wasn't out of the norm. however, they were gushing about how your skin was absolutely glowing.

katsuki, knowingly, shot you look of pride. he is truly the worst.

the next period came & went, & then you were stuck in another class with katsuki. your teacher decided that they were sick & tired of the regular routine, so they led the class to the library. they essentially said, "run wild, don't leave the library, & leave me to my own devices."

it's not like you were complaining; you've been wanted to pick up a new book to read so you browsed the aisles. were you also avoiding katsuki? a bit. today, especially, he was just too much. his unfortunately well-placed cockiness & his eagerness to get his hands all over you was a deadly combination.

as your eyes darted from the selection of books, the one you wanted just so happened to be on the top shelf. it wasn't unreachable to you, but it was an inconvenience. you creased your shoes as you went on the tips of your toes, trying to get a grasp of the book when a larger, familiar hand gripped yours. standing behind was katsuki, towering over you. out of instinct, you retracted your hand away, & he grabbed the book

you were about to say thank you when he placed it on top of the shelf. you could barely even see it, so there way no way you were going to be able to reach it. "i want to read that," you deadpanned, trying to turn around but katsuki's hands were on your shoulders. "h-hey, you're not doing what..." your voice trailed off.

his hands glided down your shoulders, caressing the curve of your figure, then stopped at the hem of your skirt. "are you crazy?!" you whisper-shouted at the blonde, to which he just scoffed.

he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, & all you heard was rustling of fabric. he flipped your skirt up, covering his erect cock with it. sandwiched between your thick ass, he started to grind against you. "then stop me," katsuki whispered into your ear. he brushed your hair away from your neck & blew on your sensitive bruises forming on your skin. "just don't be too loud~ you don't wanna get in trouble, do you?" he snickered, pushing your panties to the side. katsuki shoved his girthy cock inside of your hole, stretching your already-aching walls.

you slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your gasp. you could hear students, your classmates, talk all around the library. sure, you were tucked away on the second floor in a quiet corner, but you were still in public.

he started rutting his hips against you, shallow & uneven. he was testing the waters to see how far you'd let him go. with the fear of getting caught & utter adrenaline pumping through you, you tried to push away katsuki. his response was to pin your hands against the book shelf & pound your dripping pussy. soft smacks were only heard by you two, no one else close enough to hear the huffs & the mewls.

they say keep your friends close, & your enemies closer, & maybe you've taken that to heart. now, katsuki, your sworn enemy, knows your body inside & out. he knows how much you love being manhandled, which is why he made you arch your back as held your arms above your head while he thrusted in & out of you.

your pussy twitches, as it does every time when you're about to lose yourself in the pleasure, & katsuki knows this too. you were chasing your high, your eyes lulled to the back of your head when, suddenly, he pulled out. "k-katsuki!" you groaned in annoyance & shock. he was a selfish person with the stamina of a sex god. you'd usually cum several times all over his cock before he'd ejaculate inside you.

he flashed you his signature smirk as he wiped his dick with your navy blue skirt. he zipped his pants back up & redid his belt. with a shrug, he sauntered away, & you were left with a knot in your stomach, ratty hair, & frustration bubbling inside of you.

you were not going to entertain whatever sick fantasy he was trying to fulfill. you avoided him the best you could, however the two of you shared pretty much every class together. purposefully, you'd be the last one to class so you wouldn't have to sit beside katsuki. it always landed you in the front of the class, & you could feel his gaze burning holes in the back of your head, but it didn't matter. distance is what he deserved.

you were so mad at him that you didn't even want to look his way, you didn't want to be in his general vicinity.

the moment you saw him notice you, you would walk away from him. your plan was working to your favor until the evening. katsuki & you had very similar day-to-day routines. because you were always stealing portions of katsuki's food in the evening, your stomach began to grumble like clockwork. however, the moment you go downstairs, you would have to confront katsuki.

between the hunger you felt & your distain for the blonde, your hunger felt insatiable-- unfortunately for you. it was hard to ignore because you, while trying to avoid katsuki, skipped your regular meals. all you have in your room is an empty mini fridge, a water dispenser, & a couple of snacks that won't do anything but upset your stomach.

"ughhh," you let out a groan, getting out of the comfort of your bed. you slipped on a pair of pj pants over your spandex shorts & house slippers, prepared to tell katsuki off while stuffing your face with the food he's cooked.

knock. knock.

you jumped, almost letting out a shocked gasp. "oi! open up, stupid!" it was katsuki on the other side of your dorm door. you held your breath... maybe he hasn't heard you yet? "i know you're in there!"

"goddamn it, katsuki! go away," you shouted back as you walked towards your door. you looked through your peephole, only to see an agitated katsuki holding onto something.

"would you stop being a fuckin' child & open the door?"

"no, you're the childish one! get out of here, & go suck midoriya's dick!" just as katsuki can effortlessly get under your skin, you can do the same with him.

he punched your door, which sent vibrations around the door & frame. "you're such a fuckin' kid, (y/n)! i know this is 'cuz i didn't let you cum all over my co-"

abrasive, you threw open your door & dragged the loud-mouth into your room. your hand threw itself over his mouth as you seethed, "would you shut your damn mouth, people can hear you." under your hand, he smirked & kissed the palm of your hand. you tried to pull away with an embarrassed blush, but he gripped your wrist to keep you in place.

he kept leaving butterfly kissed on your palm, maintaining eye contact with you. each gentle kiss shot tinges of pleasure through your nerves. "wh-what are you doing?"

"you're so sensitive, y'know," he responded, kissing up your arm while pulling your closer to him. since when was katsuki this affectionate? your eyes glossed over slightly as he trailed kissed up your arm. sighs of content escaped your plush lips when he started to kiss your collarbone. something brushed against your leg, & that's when you noticed him holding something.

"wh-what is that?" you asked, dragging your nails down his arm that was gripping it. goosebumps appeared all over his arm, & he tensed up.

he cleared his throat. he pulled away from you, &, if you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he were nervous. "it's the reason i'm here in the first place," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. it was a box wrapped in an all-might cloth.

"oh, you mean you're not just here to torment me & use me," you shot back. you were still so, so angry with him.

he looked at you, eyes wide. "what the hell are you goin' on about, woman?"

you were about to tell him off, all your pent-up frustration about to spill out of your throat when you were cut off by a distinct grumble-- your stomach. katsuki scoffed, but it was clear what you said played over & over in his mind. "it doesn't matter right now, just eat." he shoved the cloth into your hand & sat on your bed; you followed in suit.

unwrapping it by pulling the knot, it came undone to reveal two dark wood bento boxes, two pairs of chopsticks, & two spoons. he took the utensils off the top to place them on the fabric & opened the top bento to give to you. decorated beautifully (& almost intimately) was a homemade bento with onigiri shaped in the traditional triangle along with your favorite protein with pieces of bell peppers, carrots, & other veggies cut into the shapes of hearts & stars. your rice ball had a cute cat face made out of seaweed. you bursted out in laughter, "wh-what is all this!?"

"shut up, asshole!" face flushed, katsuki yelled. "i fuckin' care about you or whatever." your laughter died down, taking in the words he was saying. "when you didn't eat lunch or come train with me or go get a pastry at that one god-awful cafe, i knew i pushed you too far."

"you think?" you retorted as your tapped the tips of your chopsticks against the bento. he took his & took off the lid to reveal his: scraps. it was enough to make him full, but it wasn't as pretty as yours. it was all just thrown in there without a care. the middle of his carrots & bell peppers had heart-shaped holes cut out of them. while your sauce was in a small container to avoid your food getting soggy, his was tossed in there, coating everything. his onigiri was just a ball with the classic seaweed strip.

"learn to shut up for once, will ya?! god, i made you food, so could you just sit there & look pretty & just listen?"

"fine, say what you wanna say," you huffed, taking a bite out of your food.

"listen, (y/n)," he started, "i know i'm harsh & not the best, & i get why you hate me, but i'm not trying to use you. yeah, i like that you & i do the nastiest shit together, but i also like just... walking around with you. you might think that it's just 'cuz i wanna get in your pants, but i couldn't care less about that shit. i don't know, i'm just, i'm sorry, alright?" this rant was so uncharacteristically not him but him at the same time. he was vulgar, yet vulnerable. he apologized.

"katsuki..."

"& i was just messin' with you 'cuz damn raccoon eyes told me that dunceface was gonna ask you out. i know that we're just doing stuff so you'll feel more confident in, i don't know, fucking, but i don't want you with anyone else. i messed up, i know. i just... d'know, i just want you to yearn for me as much as i need you."

"katsuki," you called out. "c-can i admit something to you?"

"what is it?"

"i really like you." a suddenly quiet ensued. katsuki, the guy who always had a snappy comeback, was speechless, & it made your throat tighten.

"(y/n), seriously, don't mess with me-"

"i'm not!" you yelled, but you weren't upset. "the reason i was so mad at you was because i felt used... i don't like feeling like that, especially since i really, really like you. all the stuff we do together let's me be delusional & pretend we're dating. & it's hard to stop because you're just so... doting in your own way. but then today, you didn't wanna make me, you know, so i just thought-"

"we'll that's what you get for thinking," katsuki teased, placing his & your finished bento on your desk. he sat close beside you; if you were to turn your head, your lips would've been centimeters away from his. it's not like you guys haven't kissed before, but this time was different. it felt like the first time all over again.

"(y/n), look at me," he whispered into your ear. you shifted in your spot, but you did as you were told. facing him, you backed your head up, only for it to be stopped by your headboard. "i'm so sorry, angel. let me make it up to you."

"katsuki, i-it's okay-" you were cut off.

he hushed you, eyes half-lidded & clouded with lust. "you'd think by now you'd learn your lesson about shuttin' up, huh?" he said as his hands slid under your shirt, up your torso. you raised your arms, allowing him to take off your shirt. under his breath, he whispered, "fuck."

katsuki climbed in between your legs, looming over your figure. he kissed the valley between your breasts while his arm snaked around your body. with one hand, he unclasped your bra. you threw it onto your dorm floor, & he wasted no time to latch onto your tit. he swirled your perky nipple around his tongue. you squirmed under him, your pants, shorts, & panties joined your bra

to take a moment to breathe, katsuki pulled back, & you, as eager & as horny as ever, ripped off his shirt. "woah, someone's impatient."

"you piss me off, let me have this," you snarled back, a possessive tone in your voice. katsuki made a note to himself: edge you as much as humanly possible. you pulled him close to you. sure, you crushed your face against his chest when you did so, but you didn't care. you started to nip at his exposed skin. hickeys crawled up his chest, decorating his collarbone & creeping onto his neck.

"sh-shit, angel," he breathed out. against your thigh, you felt his clothed dick twitch with every bite. he pushed you away from his bruised skin with a gentleness, his tongue trailing down his body. & just like that, he was the dominate one again.

katsuki, spreading your legs wide for him, placed your legs on his shoulders. your thighs could crush his skull if you so pleased. "you're dripping, (y/n)~" he snickered, followed by a long, slow lick against your slit. you gasped out in shock, back arching out of instinct.

"m-more," you whined. he chuckled that sinister chuckle he always does when he's about to say the most annoying shit ever.

"ask nicely."

"katsuki," you said in a stern voice. you didn't want him at that moment, no, no, no. you needed him. you needed him to make you cum; you needed his stupidly talented tongue on your pussy. you needed to be destroyed by his dumb, heavy cock. "i'm not playing around."

"i'm not either, (y/n). just swallow your damn pride & ask like a good girl, hm?" he replied as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thumbs, blowing cool air on your clit. you two bantered the way you usually do, as though he weren't in between your legs, mouth ghosting against your weeping hole.

you knew he wasn't going to let up, so you swallowed thickly. "k-katsuki?"

"yes?"

"pl-please eat me out," you begged. you looked at him with faux tears welling in your bright, doe eyes.

"how could i say no when you look at me like that, sweet girl," exasperated katsuki, acting like he was doing you a favor when, in reality, he was a selfish man. he loved eating you out, he loved watching you wraith in pleasure, hand clasped over your mouth as cute, little moans escaped your quivering lips. if anything, it got him rock hard & throbbing.

it started out with kisses against your clit, like it always does. soon, the kisses turned into licks & sucks. your hands found themselves entangled in his unruly, platinum hair, & your hips bucked forward. you rubbed your clit against him. one hand started to tease your entrance while he flicked your clit with his tongue. your juices with his drool made it easy to slide his middle & ring finger inside of you.

as if you were holding in a breath, you exhaled in relief. his fingers pumped in & out of you while his tongue circled your bud. the all-to-familiar knot began to form in your stomach. "g-gunna cum!" you whisper-shouted, back still arched & head thrown back. for a second, your vision turned white as you creamed all over katsuki's face. he lapped your juices up like it was an elixir given to him by the gods. overstimulated, you thought he would pull away after cleaning you, but he relented.

that's what you get for thinking.

"hey, wh-what are you doing?" you gasped out as you propped yourself up with your elbows. this time, instead of attacking your clit, his tongue jetted in & out of your hole. he didn't say anything, only looking up at you with his ruby red eyes. you found yourself bucking your hips onto his face once more, finding pleasure in the friction. every time you would look away, he would slow down or stop completely. you came, then came, then came again.

after the fourth time, he finally stopped. you took a deep breath, your frustrations wiped away. "f-fine, you win. y-you made it u-up to me," you stuttered out as you tried to steady your heart rate. your eyes were closed, & your chest heaved with every breath you took.

"why do you look so comfortable? we're not done yet, angel," katsuki growled, & that's when you felt it; his tip running up & down your folds. your eyes snapped open, & your jaw dropped. he eased inside of your pussy, which sucked him in eagerly. you felt full, stretched, yet he was only half way in. he snapped his hips forward, covering your mouth because, every time he does that, you'll let out a droned-out moan.

the fact that he's made you lose your unwavering, cool composure made him feral. you're dripping wet all because of him. you were sucking him in so good. his eyes were trained on your gorgeous face, your eyes were half-lidded, tearing up. whimpers muffled by his large hand made his cock twitch inside you. the way your body looked as you took him in full was the reason he can't let anyone else have you. honestly & truly, you made him crazy.

he showed this in this thrusts. they were harsh, tip slamming against your cervix. as he pumped in & out of your pussy, he uncovered your mouth, his hand travelled down to your neck. with a firm grip, he cut off your airway. your tongue hung out of your mouth as you panted like a bitch in heat. fast & hard, your body jerked forward with each one of his rough thrusts.

choked out mewls escaped your lips, & your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were about to pass out when he released your throat. you gasped. with every exhale, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning out his name. "k-katsuki~ k-kat-m~"

"such a good fuck," growled katsuki. he draped your legs over his shoulders. the blonde, smirking viciously, loomed over you, leaning forward. your knees were against your bare chest, you feet passed your head. you were folded in half, powerless. all you could do is squirm, cry out his name, & let him pound the shit out of your pretty pussy.

he held himself over you with one hand. his other cupped your face. he squished your cheeks together so your lips would pucker. "you're such a fuckin' pretty asshole," he chuckled. "you know how many guys wanna piece of you? none of 'em get t' have you though, that's all my privilege," katsuki gloated, his voice sounded muffled yet so clear. you tried responding but all that came out were lewd moans

he let go of your face as his thrusts started to become erratic. his grunts were animalistic, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the thin walls. possessively, he growled sweet nothings into your ear, & you had to bite back your screams of pleasure. at this point, you felt so good that you couldn't even begin to care about who might find out. hell, even if someone told aizawa that the two of you were breaking rules, you would tell him to scold you the next day.

"c-cum," you rasped, your legs sore from being folded. you squirmed under him to find some comfort for your legs. you tried pushing him away, yet you still chased your high. was the pain turning you on? there's no way.

"tch, cum, you fuckin' brat," commanded katsuki, & it was clear he wouldn't let you change positions until you creamed all over his thick cock.

"c-cumming!" your legs shook as your walls spasmed around katsuki. you heard him curse under his breath, his dick twitched inside you.

"gon-gonna fill you up, 'k?" he told you, all you could do is weakly nod. for a moment, he didn't care about your pleasure. he had one mission, & that was to use you so he could cum. he was treating you like a toy. your legs fell near his hips, but you couldn't find the strength to wrap your legs around him. gripping your hips, he moved you up & down his dick like you were a fleshlight.

"you're such a naughty girl, (y/n)~ everyone's gon' know that y'er all mine," he told your through gritted teeth. he didn't wait for a response, groaning loudly. "take it, fuckin' take it, baby," he said as he slammed his cock inside of you before his thrusts became needy, shallow. hot ropes of his cum painted the walls of your pussy. with the entirety of his cock inside you, his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto your duvet.

you felt your heartbeat in your core, & you struggled to catch your breath. he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, it was so unlike him. since when has anyone described katsuki bakugo as gentle? yet here he was, tending to you, cleaning you up & giving you soft kisses on your plush lips. "you okay, babe?" he questioned, just a hint of snarky pride behind his tone.

"y-yeah," you stuttered out, stretching your your legs. they quivered with every movement, & your face was flushed with embarrassment. he scooped you up with one arm while the other swiped the duvet off your bed. he tossed it in your dirty laundry hamper. your arms were around his neck as you cuddled into his bare chest when you told him, "you were just rough is all."

he laid the two of you down, covering you with your fluffy, (what you dubbed) "emergency" blanket. he started to scratch your head, & your eyes felt droopy. "i'm sorry, sweet girl. was i too rough?"

"no," you sighed with a smile. "i can handle it."

"yeah, i'm sure you can."

"i can! i just proved it to you!" you retorted, your eyes closing.

"whatever."

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Omae: Complexity of Self-Expression and Intimacy with the Japanese “You”

The anime adaption of chapter 322 is rapidly approaching, so I wanna talk about something really interesting: as far as I can tell, Izuku is the only person Katsuki has ever used the pronoun omae (おまえ) towards in-canon. Furthermore, he has only used omae towards Izuku on three occasions.

The first time is after Deku vs. Kacchan 2 in chapter 120.

The second time is right after his apology in chapter 322. (Katsuki actually uses omae four times in a row in this scene.)

(We'll get to the third time later, just you wait.)

Why does Katsuki address Izuku differently in these scenes? To answer this, we’re gonna commit some language nerdery.

First, let’s be real about the fact that Japanese pronouns can be complicated. There are a ton of them. You learn the common uses—like you could say that, broadly, omae tends to be used by guys for their friends and romantic partners. But the reality is that in a high-context language like Japanese, pronouns can come across wildly differently depending on who uses it, to whom, with what tone, and in what context.

It is difficult to generalize real-life usage, so to be clear, I am talking about MHA as a piece of media. I could try to tell you that omae is rude but also friendly but also condescending but also comedic but also confrontational but also affectionate—and so on, but that wouldn’t help you understand what Katsuki’s omae to Izuku means and why it feels significant.

The thing is, Izuku and Katsuki can each say omae and mean completely different things, because their normal way of speaking tells us how to interpret their words.

When Izuku speaks, he is polite and considerate. He uses the boyish first-person pronoun boku (僕). In Japanese, avoiding second-person pronouns is the polite thing to do; you use the person’s surname and an appropriate suffix instead, and this is the tactic Izuku uses to address others. When he does say “you,” it is usually the familiar kimi (君) towards Katsuki.

We see Izuku use omae in only a few circumstances: he uses it towards himself during inner monologues when he is trying to figure out what to do or compel himself to act, and he uses it when he faces All For One.

Both of these involve what I think of as “tough talk”—Izuku talks tough to himself to push past his fears and be a hero. With AFO, he is talking to a villain, someone he has to defeat. From someone like Izuku who speaks with such politeness and humility, omae reads as aggressive and confrontational.

Katsuki, on the other hand, is always aggressive and confrontational. He uses the masculine, somewhat boastful first-person pronoun ore (俺) and the second-person pronoun temee (てめえ) towards just about everybody. Temee is an extremely rude, combative word; Japanese descriptions usually point out that it reads like fightin’ words—it’s what you’d call an opponent, someone you are confronting, challenging, or belittling. As mentioned, you’re supposed to avoid “you” words to be polite, so the fact that Katsuki whips out temee constantly and makes up insulting nicknames instead of using anybody’s real name is just like, damn, dude!

Unlike Izuku, Katsuki sounds like he is challenging everyone all the time. This means that, coming from him, omae actually seems gentler.

After Deku vs. Kacchan 2, he opens his sentence with omae, and Izuku looks startled by this.

They just had a huge, emotional fistfight, and Katsuki… isn’t addressing him as an opponent, like he always has before. For once, he is addressing Izuku not as his enemy, but his equal.

This scene is the first time Katsuki properly grapples with the truth of their mutual weaknesses and comes to an understanding about it. It leaves him frustrated and unsure, but he walks away seeing himself and Izuku as being on the same side.

Because he takes All Might's words to heart: they are two halves of what makes a hero. They need to learn from each other and push each other to truly reach their best—as rivals, not enemies.

In chapter 322, Katsuki talks Izuku through how he felt about him all these years. He goes over all the things he's had to face to see how wrong he was, to see his own weakness and Izuku's strength. The whole time, he uses the "you" word he always has: temee.

But when it comes time to tell Izuku his true feelings, he calls Izuku by his given name, apologizes, and then right away he says this:

This is a direct call-back to the core question that Katsuki posed to Izuku during Deku vs. Kacchan 2: "Is my way of admiring All Might wrong?"

The second half to that question has always been, implicitly, "Does that mean yours is right?"

Here, Katsuki acknowledges Izuku fully as All Might's successor and affirms that Izuku's path is not wrong, using omae to tell him so. And then he uses it three more times to convince Izuku to come back with them and fight together, "because saving people is how we win."

To me, omae in this scene comes across with such softness. He's speaking with more humility than we've ever seen, both in what he's conveying and his word choice. (There is a whole other conversation to be had about Katsuki's word choice for "I'm sorry," but that is for a different time.)

This omae is not just a sign that he sees Izuku as his equal, it's expressing care for him. Katsuki sacrificed his life for Izuku, telling him, "Stop trying to win this on your own." He is trying so hard to make Izuku understand: Come back, I was wrong. Come back, I care about you.

Which brings us to the third time Katsuki uses omae: chapter 362.

That's right, the infamous "Can I still catch up to you?" / "Can I still reach you?" line uses omae.

Here's the thing that's unique about this omae: it's in Katsuki's head. This is internal monologue; he isn't talking out loud to Izuku, he isn't trying to convey something to him face-to-face, he is just thinking about Izuku.

The word choice isn't for anyone else's benefit or any external purpose: this is just how Katsuki sees him.

I can't overstate how soft, vulnerable, and sincere this moment is for Katsuki. And what gets me about him thinking of Izuku as omae is, it makes me wonder, "How long has he thought of Izuku this way?"

When did Izuku stop being temee in his head?

Changing how you address someone is a big deal in Japanese. Whether it's a name or suffix change (Deku -> Izuku) or a pronoun change (temee -> omae), it represents a significant shift in the emotional dynamics of a relationship.

It crops up a lot in media as a dramatic moment of intimacy, sometimes even being a part of love confessions. This heightened drama is exactly what we see with Katsuki's apology when he calls him Izuku.

Katsuki addresses only Izuku with his given name and omae, and in the whole run of the series, he only uses omae in a few select instances. I would argue that this is really important, subtle character writing.

Looking at the scenes, at least to me, each omae reads as progressively more honest and intimate. Each time Katsuki uses it, he is reaching for Izuku. Each time, it means more.

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Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

#narnia edmund #king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader smut #edmund pevensie x reader #narnia smut #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #king edmund #edmund smut #edmund x reader #edmund x reader smut

[hellish-sunsets]

You're an Asshole - Pt 2 - First Attempt

Pt 1

Summary: Adam goes to a concert and tries to win reader over.

Warning: swearing

Word Count: 1,302

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This was fucking bullshit.

He glared at the stupid list in his hand, squinting at the smudged and blurry ink. The room was quiet save for the ticking of the clock on the shelf somewhere above his head. The only light was from the desk lamp, dim and just enough to light the old wooden desk. It wasn’t the grand mahogany desk of his office at work, but the worn pine of the desk shoved in the corner of his bedroom. The corners were covered in dust, telling of how rarely this desk was used. Why would he? There was plenty of better shit to do.

He was supposed to be going to a concert later tonight. That should be a fuckton more fun than agonizing over this bullshit.

Misogynistic, egotistical, sex obsessed, demeaning, condescending (he was almost certain those two were the same thing but whatever), hateful, violent, foul-mouthed all around rude.

He was sure he wasn't always like this, was he? He huffed, scratching at the stubble on his chin. He chose not to dwell on that thought.  What mattered right now was proving to that stuck up bitch he wasn't an asshole. Even if… he was starting to think maybe he was. But what did that matter? No one was perfect. Besides, he was the first man himself! He was allowed a few more assholeish mannerisms, right? 

Fuck that stupid bitch! This whole thing was fucking with his head. He would just got to this lame ass concert, prove to that bitch he was the most charming, not assholish person in existence, they would fuck and he could be over with this whole fucking situation.

He smirked at himself, leaning back in the chair, the old wood creaking under his weight. He would be sure this night would be worth it.

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Just as he suspected, the concert itself was lame as fuck, some whiny emo bullshit he just couldn't get behind. He spent most of the time looking around for her. What even was her name again? He couldn't remember, not that it mattered. 

He didn't catch sight of her until the concert was almost over, the chorus of the last song clashing over the audience and drowning out their cheers. She was towards the front, the lights flashing and playing across her skin, lighting up her face and broad white smile, long white hair  and wings reflecting the various colors, mostly blues and purples. She almost looked like she was glowing, but that was corny ass couple shit or something. It was just another chick at a concert, just like all these other bitches. 

He let her enjoy the rest of the song before approaching her, the last clash of the cymbals his signal to swoop in.

“Watch this, Lute.” He said with a smirk, elbow digging into her side and making her scowl and roll her eyes. “I'm gonna have this bitch eating out of my hand.”

“I know, sir, just get going before she runs off.” She said with a huff, fighting off a smirk of her own. He gave her a mock salute and headed towards his latest victim, the picture of innocence as she happily chatted with the few winners around her, unaware of how hard she was about to fall for him. He shoved through the crowd, earning scowls he ignored. 

Just be nice. Don't talk about yourself too much. Pretend you care. He could do this, just for one night.

“Hey, ti- uh, toots!” He said with a cocky grin, sliding in next to her. He mentally congratulated himself for not calling her tits. Most chick's didn't like it. He wasn't wearing his mask tonight, figured it would be easier to win her over if he could use his naturally good looks. That, and maybe she was stupid enough to think he was someone else. 

The group around her seemed tense when he showed up. One of them, another chick, tried to grab her arm and drag her away, but she gently nudged them off and offered them a warm smile.

“Hi, Adam. Gotta say, bit surprised to see you around here. Didn't think you liked this type of music.”

Not stupid then. Good, more fun that way. 

“Ya know, just figured I'd try something new.” He said with a half shrug. 

Her eyes lit up, a sparkling sort of blue. He couldn’t make out the exact shade in the dim lighting of the venue. “Good for you! I love hearing new music, it's so interesting to see all the different ways humans come up with to make songs! I also just really like finding what new instruments they come up with! How did you like it?” 

He could feel the smirk slip from his face as he huffed. He had a lot of words to describe this donkey shit of a concert: whiney, pathetic, shit, stupid, fucking lame. But he couldn’t voice any of that. He had to be polite. Eventually he managed another shrug.

“Yeah, definitely not my thing. Still going metal and rock and roll all the way.” That cocky smirk of his returned to his face and she gave an understanding nod. 

“Yeah, fair enough, but I'm glad you gave it a try! Life’s boring if you never try anything new.” She said with that flashing smile. Her friend's hand was on her arm again, but she still wouldn’t follow their lead, not yet anyways. He smirked to himself. He was reeling her in nicely, he was sure. 

“Yeah? And what music do you find rockin'm?” It was a trick question, of course. He had already heard her music before, but he wasn’t about to let that slip. Don't want to give her a big head or something or give off the impression he was some fan. 

“Ah, I don't usually have a genre preference.” She said with a wave of her hand, feathers ruffling slightly as she thought. “It's more like… I have specific songs I like, but no favorite genre. I don't really have a favorite band either. That's kind of fucking lame though, huh?” She said that last part with a nervous chuckle, wings drooping slightly, finger scratching at her cheek.

“Of fucking course not, don't be fucking stupid.” He said with a frown. It was a rather lame attempt at reassurance, but that was the best he could do. Her eyes widened in surprise and he was sure he had fucked it up, but then she flashed that bright smile of hers. 

“Aw, thanks Adam! I guess you're right. Anyways.” She waved it off and continued. “I'm in a band and we do stick to a specific genre, I guess, but that’s just for image, you know? No one likes a band that's constantly changing genre. It's like… folk… punk? I think that's the best way to describe it.”

“Fuck yeah, sounds badass.” And he might have actually meant it? He wasn’t entirely sure. Probably not. “Anyway, want to take this party on the road or something?”

And for a moment he really did think he had her. She gave him that pretty little smile, her wings fluttering slightly.

“Nah, I can’t.” He could feel his face fall and she giggled at that look. “Awww, come on, don’t look so disappointed! I’ve got work to do before bed, but we can hang out another time, okay?” 

It took every fiber in his being to remind himself to keep his cool, play it off, it wasn’t a no. He could still win her over yet.

“Yeah, alright, no biggie. Catch you next time bitch!” He abruptly turned away and marched off, managing to hide the scowl on his face, at least from her.

Next time, bitch. He would fucking get her next time.

#reader insert #hazbin hotel reader insert #Adam x reader #adam x fem!reader #adam x angel!reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam

[pix3lplays]

"Now is not the time" OMGGGGGGGGG Jing Yuan sounded so hot saying that😫

Anywaysssss, It gave me an idea. What if Jing Yuan and his wife were arguing about Jing Yuan being too hard on Yanqing. Like, they're getting ready for bed, it starts out as a normal conversation, but when wife!reader mentions that Jing Yuan is being too hard on Yanqing, then it starts to escalate.

Oh you’re right it was SO Hot Yesss I love this prompt let’s do it!

-Jing Yuan and wife!reader argue about him being too hard on Yanqing-

The night started pretty normally, though, the conversation you had had with Yanqing nagged at the back of your mind. You hadn’t imagined your husband was capable of being harsh towards the boy…but from the sounds of it… “Now is not the time,” spoken with a strict, cold voice after Yanqing tried to voice his very real concerns…it was hard to picture Jing Yuan saying something like that, but Yanqing was so clear about the whole thing, and it’s not like he had any reason to lie to you. Sure the little boy probably let it roll right off his back, but that didn’t make it okay to you. “I think we need to talk…” you say quietly. You weren’t used to having to do this with your husband, and truthfully it made you nervous to see how he was going to react. “About what, my love?” he asks you. He’s just finished getting changed into his night clothes, and he’s already moving toward the bed, where you’re sitting. “Yanqing…” “What about him?” Oh…this was harder than you thought. Jing Yuan was sitting on the bed now, looking at you with those beautiful, lazy eyes. “I just…I just think you’re being too hard on the kid is all…” Those beautiful eyes harden. “Why, what’d he say to you?” you worried Yanqing might get in trouble for revealing some seriously classified information. “Nothing really, we just talked and…something you said came up and-” “Oh really? And what is it I said that seemed to cause offense?” Annoyed at being interrupted, you imitate his voice poorly as you repeat what he said: “Now is not the time.” “Ah, that. And you take issue with the fact that I said that?” “Well, yes…” he could be so…condescending when he wanted to be. “It was rude and harsh.” “Maybe that’s how you see it,” Jing Yuan shrugged. “But the boy is fine, he’s made out of tougher stuff than that.” “I know, but don’t you think you’re being too hard on him? Especially lately…” “No, I do not.” “But-” “He’s a soldier, y/n…” “He’s also just a little boy!” you counter. Jing Yuan is not going to back down from this argument, even if you make a good point. “He’s FINE. You’re coddling the boy…if he wants to be a soldier he will face a lot harsher than me, that I promise.” …you don’t know what to say. You don’t really mean what slips out but you can’t help it in the moment. “Were you always this cold?” you ask him, and he looks taken aback, for just a moment. “Yes, I suppose I was,” he says, his gaze hardening again. “So what now? Will you have me sleep on the couch for being too harsh on Yanqing? For being too ‘cold’?” he asks challengingly, though you have a feeling he already knows the answer. “I think that’d be for the best tonight,” you respond, crossing your arms. You’re unable to look at him. He could be so…stubborn, never admitting when he was in the wrong-you wished you were capable of being mad at him for it. “Fine. Very well, if that’s what you wish,” but you can hear the anger in his voice as he leaves the bedroom. That’s the last you see of each other that night, and in the morning he’s already headed out for work.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Jing Yuan #Jing Yuan x reader #hsr Jing Yuan x reader #honkai star rail Jing Yuan x reader

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Hi! I really wanna request something for andteam!

andteam during a fight?

If so I would appreciate you accepting my request!

Hiiii anon 💞 ofc you can!! I hope you enjoy 🥰 I’m going to write this in sections but struggle with motivation so pls come into my inbox to let me know if you’d want maknae line! sorry I’m a lil rusty it’s been a while since I wrote anything💔

K:

I view him as one of the least level headed, so in an argument I think he’d be a bit hurtful in what he says

even tho he’ll want to keep his cool he won’t be able to stop himself from making passive aggressive or backhanded comments

If he said something super mean I don’t think he’d be ready to double down out of stubbornness

unless you actively started crying or showing signs of going to leave

then he’d immediately regret everything

Cue word jumble of apologies and he’ll want to reach out to you and hold ur hand if you allow him but will understand if you don’t.

Would most likely exit the room to cool down so he doesn’t say anything else he regrets

Would come back in about an hour to try and figure the problem out with a better mindset and apologize again right off the bat

Would hold you very tight that night

Fuma:

Unlike K he is VERY level headed and would be very articulate with his wording

Hates when you are the cause of his stress and especially hates being the cause of yours as he wants to always be your protector and who you go to instead of be what you have to go to others about

Arguments with him are not regular and when they do happen he tries very hard to under your point of view and apologizes if it’s from something he did that made you upset

If you made him upset he’d be quick to communicate what didn’t sit right with him

He’d be the least likely to say rude comments to you since he doesn’t like putting you down in anyway

Euijoo:

He is a sweet guy with a tender heart he doesn’t like arguing

But when you guys do argue he’s very gentle and particular about his words but May sigh and sometimes his tone may sound condescending

If your argument gets heated he will be quick to put the argument on pause and have you guys chill in separate areas to think since the last thing he’s letting you guys do is say stuff just to be petty or hurtful to the other person

Let’s say you go into ur shared bedroom and he stays in the kitchen he will grab a glass of water and then go up to your room and ask to start the conversation up again

He’d give you the water and take a few deep breaths first before continuing and turning it from a fight to a conversation

Nicholas:

He is hot headed

He will not be thinking about your emotions exactly if you step on his toes he may genuinely get mean

He will only back down when you cry or if ur voice starts to break like K

Then he will probably either leave the house or go into a dif room to reevaluate what just happened

When he comes back he’ll apologize and itd be genuine but sound a little awkward

Will ask if you’ll let him talk to you about the situation again and he hopes you will do you guys can get it over with and since he’s had enough time to think of genuine responses and not condescending ones but understand if ur not wanting to

will let you sleep on the matter but will ask if you can sleep in the same bed

He just needs to hold you to know you’re not leaving

#&team scenarios #&team angst #&team drabbles #&team reactions #&team x reader #andteam scenarios #andteam reactions #andteam imagines #andteam x reader

[l0vem41l]

star stickers and best efforts.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop

author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs

if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.

maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.

the customers are another story.

sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.

“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”

while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.

“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.

at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.

his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.

you shake your head.

“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.

much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”

you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.

“my job.” 

“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.

“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”

you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.

sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.

go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.

“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”

“language.” he chides.

“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.

“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”

the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.

“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.

“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”

“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.

you groan and manage to shove his arm away.

“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.

“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”

with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.

and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.

“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.

“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.

“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”

sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”

something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.

you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.

meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?

— reblogs always appreciated!

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #sundrop #fnaf x reader #sundrop x reader #fnaf sundrop #dca x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sb headcanons #sun x reader #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf security breach headcanons #dca x self insert #how do i tag again #help wanted 2 #kind of #not really

[royalsweetteaa]

Capital of needs

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x housemaid!reader

WARNING - the following contains: nothing crazy - fluff, soft!Ransom (kinda), Ransom being needy, touch starved Ransom, affectionate gestures (hugs, kisses, cuddles), insomniac Ransom, light angst, sickness (fever), sex is briefly mentioned/suggested but no smut.

Summary: You’re Ransom’s housemaid and you get to learn more about the trust fund manchild from a different perspective as you earn a place in his heart.

Working for Harlan’s grandson, Hugh Ransom Drysdale wasn’t easy. The money paid well and was worth the extra trouble caused by him, but recently he was becoming all the more demanding. Not for the reasons you would have expected though.

You were offered to be Ransom’s housemaid as his parents’ concern grew from how little their son maintained his own house. He was always out doing something, and would rarely clean up after himself when he came back home late at night.

Your first week of cleaning Ransom’s house was rough to say the least. There were alcohol bottles everywhere, and the house reeked of cigarettes.

You bought supplies sponsored by his mother to freshen up the house. There was one scented candle in each room with the smell of a different flower. The smell of roses, lavender, jasmine and gardenia was heaven to your nostrils while you continued to clean up. You remember seeing Ransom’s face when he walked in and he cringed from the smell, saying it smelled like Poison Ivy herself had a laboratory experiment in the place. You rolled your eyes at his dramatic reaction.

Ransom would all but change his habits of cleaning up after himself after the many weeks of being a housemaid. You did however notice how he would more often stay at home and entertain himself by being on his computer or watching TV. Probably watching porn, you would think. It made you giggle to imagine despite how childish it was.

Ransom would start calling after you to do the simplest tasks too, which displayed his arrogance to the fullest.

“Turn on the TV.” He would call out while you were in the kitchen working on dinner. He was only a few feet from the TV.

“Find me something to wear!” He would shout while he stood by his closet. You were in the bathroom, cleaning the floor.

“I want some snacks. Now.” He would demand as he sat on the kitchen island while you were washing the windows.

It took some time for you to pick up he was doing it for your attention as he would just stare at you while you completed his tasks of demands. Like he had nothing better to do. He would also throw in a few condescending comments as you did his tasks, as he was so high and mighty.

“Look at you. Doing all the work like the good maid you are paid to be.”

You ignored him as much as possible, occasionally rolling your eyes at his playful demeanor.

What would change your relationship was when Ransom came home late from his parents with clear rage. You had just cooked dinner for him, and yet he had to pull a tantrum by insulting you. He was basically taking out his anger on you by saying rude things, such as;

“You’re useless!”

“You’re only here because of my family’s money!”

“You could put effort in how you look when you’re working here.”

You knew what he was doing. He was trying to get a reaction from you, and you were going to give him just that, except not in the way he wanted to.

“Now, now. There’s no need to be mad at me just because you had a bad day. There’s little stopping me from quitting if you’re going to treat me like that.” You stated firmly.

He immediately shut his mouth but soon after followed it with a scoff. “Yeah, right. You’re earning bank by working for me. You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, you wanna test that theory? Fine then. I’ll leave in the count of five and if you don’t apologize, I’ll see myself out.”

He gritted his teeth as reality hit him of how serious you were. “One….” You counted. “…two….three…” His body language was indicating distress as you got closer to the last number. “Four….fi-!”

“Alright, alright! I-I’m sorry! There, are you happy?” He raised his hands in surrender.

You sighed and nodded. “Good. Now, I know you have some…family issues and I’m sure some of it justifies you being upset. But it’ll never help to take those negative emotions over others in the process. I’m not suggesting to be your therapist or for you to share your issues, but just know if you feel like talking about something, I am here. Communicate with me rather than taking out your frustration on me.” You advised as you stepped closer to him.

He looked to the side, nodding hesitantly before mumbling an ‘okay’ under his breath. You giggled at his usual stubbornness.

“Come here. Let me give you a bear hug.” You said, and approached him with open arms. He froze as you wrapped your arms around him, giving his back slow strokes of comfort. You were evaluating on wether or not it was the best idea to do that, but soon enough Ransom relaxed into you and wrapped his arms around your waist as his head dipped to relax on your shoulder. You stayed like that for what seemed like forever before you laid together on the sofa and cuddled.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it was late and Ransom didn’t want to let go of you. You woke up super early in the morning the day after to go home as it was your free day of the week.

When you returned the day after that, Ransom was still at home, and again came in the requests of simple tasks he could have done by himself. This time he would add ‘please’ to his requests as you had expressed your dislike to his demanding commands.

He was like a grumpy cat who had finally learned to appreciate being petted and given attention by its owner. That was how you liked to describe it - to yourself anyway.

When Ransom was in a very good mood, he would flirt with you and brush past you, just to have the excuse of touching you.

When that didn’t seem to phase you, Ransom became more needy by the day, becoming blunt enough to request physical intimacy. That was when you thought it was important to remind him of your position as it seems he has forgotten it.

“Ransom, I’m your housemaid. I’m supposed to clean, cook and work, not hang around on the sofa curled up with you. It was only a one time thing.” You huffed.

Ransom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you work for me so when I want to be held, you should listen. I want your hugs. Now.” Ransom demanded once again.

You shook your head, more to yourself and continued filling the dishwasher with used utensils.

Ransom groaned and walked towards you lazily.

“Y/N….” Ransom whined your name. “Stop ignoring meeee.”

“Listen, I have a lot to do! Maybe if you helped out a bit, I could have time for you, but I don’t, so….”

You didn’t know why you suggested that last part, but surprisingly it appealed to him.

“Really? Is that a promise?” Ransom asked smugly.

“…Maybe? Though I doubt the Hugh Ransom Drysdale would possibly be willing to help someone so low class as his housemaid.” You challenged.

“Tch, don’t insult me. You should know by now that I’m only willing when I get something good in return. It’s not like I’m the one being paid to do stuff.” He reminded.

“And did you hear me complain? I only said I don’t have time for you when you make me have so much to do. That’s all.” You simply defended.  

Ransom fell quiet at that. He sighed and walked over to you and decided to help out taking in the used plates and cups. His face scrunched as he took the plate that still had a few rests from what Ransom had eaten earlier, his classical breakfast - egg and bacon with toast.

“You know you used that plate, right? It’s just crumbs of your leftovers.” You pointed out.

“It’s still…gross.” He complained.

You shook your head and laughed with a smile. Together you put the last bowls in the dishwasher and pressed ‘start’ for it to begin doing its magic.

“There. We done now?” Ransom asked with a monotone voice.

“Well, I still have to take out your clothes for drying, and there was also some dust upstairs I need to vacuumclean -“

“Fuck that.” He blurted out with impatience. “You’re done for the day. You could use a break anyways. C’mere.”

He grabbed your hand and led you to the couch before pulling you in his arms for you to be nuzzled against him. He lifted his feet up on the sofa to make himself comfortable, and you simply laid your head on his chest and let his arms drape around you. There was a thud you couldn’t quite point your finger on, but ignored it.

“I haven’t slept well since that first night of being like this…I’ve missed it.” Ransom confessed, which made your ears perk up in interest.

Ransom would rarely confess anything personal, and to know you had helped him fall asleep so easily was something to brag about in itself.

“Awww, has the mean, grumpy Ransom grown into a softie?” You teased. You looked up at him to be met by his annoyed gaze.

“Shut the fuck up. You just have the perfect form to have you lay on me and not have it feel like my back is about to break. Plus - your body temperature feels good against me. It makes me fall asleep easily.” There’s a slight pause before he adds; “You’re basically a human heating pad to me.”

Of course he had to say that. He was way too embarrassed to admit he just really liked to be curled up with you when he could get just about any girl to be like this. But you guessed for whatever real reason there was behind it, he needed this a lot.

You sneaked out after 3 hours, not wanting to repeat the mistake of sleeping over the whole night. You needed to set a few ground rules, and what better time than to do just that while Ransom was sleeping?

The following day, you got a fever, and you called in sick from showing up for work at Ransom’s house. After getting confirmation from Linda, you left your phone on the nightstand and fell in deep slumber.

Your eyes blinked open as you heard the sound of someone banging your door and spamming the doorbell. You rose up from the bed slowly, making careful steps over to the front door and opening it.

“Ransom..?” You muttered, scanning his body and recognizing the brown coat. It wasn’t fully registering in your head that the guy stood before you, not to mention that he looked furious.

“So we’re playing this game now, sweetheart? Gonna pretend you’re sick so you can avoid me? That’s rude. I go vulnerable twice and you’re already done?” Ransom asked with arms crossed.

You groaned tiredly. “…I really don’t need this right now, Ransom…I’m sick with a fever…leave before I cough on your face and make you sick too.”

“Well too bad, I need you at my house before things become a mess again.” He argued.

You didn’t reply as you turned to go back to your bedroom. You collapsed onto the bed and let out a few coughs before trying to cover yourself with blankets. Ransom followed suit, almost offended that you ignored him.

“So you weren’t lying. It still doesn’t explain why you had to leave. You could have stayed at my house and be sick there.”

You nuzzled your face onto the pillow, not wanting to hear more of Ransom’s nonsense. He obviously was only here to argue, and you were in no shape of doing so. You heard him sigh when you returned no response, and he stepped out of your room, locking the door behind him.

You thought he would go home and leave you for the rest of the day, but Ransom was unpredictable.

He returned with a bag with a logo of your local pharmacy and threw it onto the bed beside you.

“Here. These should help you get better.”

You blinked up at him, bewildered that he had returned. “How did you…get in again?”

“I took your house key…it was literally on the counter beside the door.”

“Right…” you muttered, before shuffling through the bought items Ransom had brought for you. “Thanks, Ransom…I’ll pay you back when I get my paycheck.”

Ransom scoffed. “Psh, don’t think about it. It barely cost anything.”

“Not for me it doesn’t. Besides, you didn’t have to do this for me, but yet you did. Why?” You asked, curiously looking up at him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, looking rather unsure on how to respond. “I just….I just need you to get well quicker so that you can get back to work. There’s already trash everywhere and it needs to be taken care of as soon as possible.”

You nodded while having the palm of your hand on your forehead. You were so warm, it was almost unbearable. “Mhm. Alright, I’ll try to get better by the end of the week. I’ll contact you before I make my return.”

He hummed in response, and made his way out, muttering a ‘get well’ before closing the door behind him.

Your fever had toned down with the help of the medicine Ransom had brought you the day prior. Despite that, you still felt very drowsy and not fit for work, so you decided to call it another sick day. You read a book and relaxed with closed eyes as you patiently waited for your body to fight the sickness.

This day wouldn’t either end Ransom-free as you thought - no, expected it to be.

You knew who it was by the door based on how impatiently the door bell rang again. A groan slipped out of your mouth as you opened the door, being met by an annoyed Ransom. Nothing unusual.

“What.” You deadpanned.

“Still sick? Your immune system must suck ass.”

“I guess so.” You shrugged, not sure if he was trying to be funny.

“Have you used the medicine I bought you?”

“No, I threw it out.” You said sarcastically. “Of course I used it.”

“So, you’re not coming to my house today?” He had the nerve to ask when it was past 06:00 PM.

“It’s late in the evening, Ransom. So no. I’m not coming to your house. As you concluded yourself, I’m not in any shape or form able to work today.” You replied, trying your best to sound unbothered.

He huffed, assumingely out of annoyance but you didn’t care. You left him by the door again and stepped back to your room. “Well, if that is all, I’ll be leaving you. Good night, Ransom.”

You shuffled back to your bedroom and weren’t surprised to not hear a reply. Soon after you heard the door close. That was the end of that, you thought.

You were yet again disproven when you heard steps coming towards your room, and it was Ransom with his shoes, scarf and coat taken off. You were already under the bed sheets, staring at him as he made his way closer to you.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged and stood by the bed, gesturing you to scoot over and make room on your bed.

You frowned, but did as he said.

Surely he wasn’t going to…

With that, Ransom had joined you in bed, having his arms around you tightly as the two of you tried your best to find comfort with the small space of your bed. Ransom was a big man, and you started to worry if the bed would break when added his weight, but you heard no questionable sounds from the bed suggesting it. There was a brief silence as you laid there together, until you couldn’t contain your curiosity.

“Ransom, what are we doing?” You had to ask, still ever so confused as to what was going through this man’s mind.

“Taking a nap, darling.” He responded casually. The nickname took you by absolute surprise.

“You can do that at home.” You argued.

“No. Not without you.“ He sighed, indicating he wasn’t going to further explain himself. You were restless enough to ask the daring question to further know his intentions.

“Why?”

Ransom rolled his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because I’ve already told you. I can’t sleep well without holding you. I have been dealing with insomnia for so long, and you seem to be my best and healthiest recourse.” He explained. “You have no idea how fucking embarrassing it is to admit it, but it’s nothing but the truth. It’s not like I have any better excuse or a way to lie out of it - not one that would prevent me from being kicked out by you. I need this.”

A cackle erupted from your mouth. “What makes you so sure I wouldn’t kick you out regardless? Besides, couldn’t any of your lady friends help you out? Surely you could even hire someone to be in my position right now all the time.” You suggested.

“I have tried. I have let some of my….escorts stay longer in my bed after we first were like this. I thought it would solve my issue regardless of who the woman was but…for some strange reason, it only seems to work for you.”

“That’s pretty odd…” you muttered. “Also, ew. I swear if you haven’t taken a shower since you last were with a woman-!”

“Relax, I’m not that lazy not to care about hygiene. Not having a shower after intense, hot sex is gross for anyone who has decency.” Ransom defended himself.

Your face scrunched at Ransom’s descriptive sharing, but you quickly shrugged it off. “Well, because I’m so nice, I’ll let you stay. But don’t be mad if you get a fever. We are close enough as it is to guarantee you’ll get sick too.” You warned him.

“I’m fine with that. That just means you’ll have to take care of me.” Ransom said with a mischievous grin.

“Need I remind you I’m your housemaid? Not a nurse.”

“I’ll tell my mom to double your paycheck if you take on both jobs.” He offered with no hesitation.

“Deal.”

For the rest of the evening, you would relax in each others embrace while occasionally asking about each other. Ransom was the one who especially seemed interested in getting to know you better with his questions, everything from as simple as asking what your favorite colour was - to what your relationship with your family was like.

You had to admit you found this side of Ransom to be incredibly nice. While you talked, he would sometimes grab your hand and play with it, studying your nails which made you feel a little nervous, but he didn’t comment anything snarky.

At one point when he seemed to be more sleepy, he folded his fingertips together with yours, earning your stomach a fluttering feeling. It was so unreal you almost had paused from talking for too long. You pretended you didn’t notice his affectionate gesture and continued with your story.

Eventually he fell asleep, his light snoring confirming he wasn’t listening to your talk anymore. You turned off your light from the night stand and snuggled into his chest. It was certain you would wake up all healthy and well tomorrow. You were sure of it.

Waking up in the morning was a pleasant experience to you now that you had cleared nostrils and throat. You had finally beat the fever and were ready to get back to work. Ransom had left early the same morning, so all you had to do was eat, get dressed and head towards his house.

When you arrived, you were all but shocked at the mess you were met with after only being away for two days. There were empty whiskey bottles standing tall on the floor and by the kitchen counter. There were also stacked up plates and utensils by the kitchen sink, and used towels gathered on the armchair.

“This is going to be a long day,” you muttered under your breath.

Ransom came from the bathroom only in boxers and put a used towel on the armchair, along with the many other stacked towels. He turned to you and grinned when he saw your eyes were wandering.

“Hey sweetheart. You’re just in time. I’m hungry and could eat something that isn’t take out. Fix something up for me, will you? I stocked the fridge with plenty of things.” He informed. “Oh, and make something for yourself. We should eat lunch together this time.”

You were stunned at his expressiveness. He didn’t shout nor sound demanding. He must be in a really good mood, you thought.

Ransom turned to you once again and noticed you were still just standing there. “Well? Get a move on. The eggs don’t get fried by themselves.”

Ah, there it was.

You immediately got to work and pulled out the ingredients, heating up the oven and preparing plates at the table. At the same time, you put the used ones in the dishwasher, and brushed up dust and crumbs from the counters and floor. Multitasking at its finest.

When Ransom came back fully dressed, he was greeted by a completed set of breakfast. He eagerly rushed to the table and helped himself, just about to take the first bite, but he stopped when he noticed you weren’t there.

He shouted your name and sighed when he heard you calling back from upstairs. Quickly, he ran up and saw you were working on his laundry.

“You can do that later. I want you to join me.”

“Ransom, I have already eaten. I’m only here to work. Go ahead and enjoy yourself.” You encouraged while you separated his colored laundry with white.

“Well I’m not going to eat anything if you don’t come. How unfortunate that we have to waste so much food…”

That had you ultimately defeated. It made you groan internally that you had to oblige to this man’s childish ways of getting things his way. Though, it was also somewhat sweet that he was this desperate to have you join him.

“Fine. I’ll come, you manchild.” You finally evaluated.

“I’m not a manchild!” He defended himself, sounding quite offended.

“That’s exactly what a manchild would say.”

Neither of you talked much as you ate your portions of lunch. You would sometimes catch him looking at you, a smirk perking up his lips. You returned a simple smile, and he seemed to be pleased by it.

He munched the last piece of his sandwich and slugged against his seat, satisfied. “This was delicious. Thank you, Y/N.”

His polite expression, which he rarely used made you feel content. You had barely eaten anything, but it seemed what was most important to him was for you to be present.

He helped you clean up and put the dishes in, making the job all the more easier. You thanked him, and then you resumed your work around the house.

As usual, he lingered around the spaces you were in. To your understanding, Ransom hadn’t been out with people for a long time since the beginning of your work at his house. He would always be out for parties and come home drunk, sleeping out the hangover for the rest of the night.

For weeks he hasn’t upheld this routine. It was almost as though he had lost appeal for what he once called a lifestyle. Maybe he was looking for self approvement, you thought.

Dinner was like lunch. You made it and he asked (more like nagged) for you to join him.

After dinner, you were about to pack your bag and get yourself ready to leave when all of a sudden, Ransom approached you walking in a rather strange manner.

“Y/N….I’m feeling awfully hot right now. I need you to take me to my room.” He said as he let out heavy breaths, almost stumbling when he walked over to you.

Concern washed over you and you immediately came to his aid, having his arm around your shoulder as you led him upstairs to his bedroom.

When he laid down on the bed, you reached your hand to his forehead, almost gasping at how hot he was. “Ransom…I think you’re sick.”

“No shit.” Ransom said nonchalantly.

“Well, It’s only 07:00 PM. The pharmacy should still be open. I’ll go and buy some stuff so you can-!“

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He shrugged off. “It’s just a fever. I could need some help though because I tend to be more helpless when my mind is all dazed out.”

“Okay, well I’ll come much early in the morning then-!” You were about to suggest.

“No, wait!” He hastily interrupted again. “You could just stay here instead.”

“Ransom….”

“I…I’ll pay you to stay overtime. I really need assistance. Don’t leave me. Please…” he plastered a fake pout on his face. How could you resist him when he was pleading this much?

“Okay…just this once. But I’ll be sleeping in the guest room.” You said, slightly narrowing your eyebrow in suspicion of his reply. He reluctantly agreed and the both of you settled yourselves for sleep.

You weren’t mentally prepared for the constant literal ‘wake up calls’ from Ransom for each half hour that passed during the night.

He would come up to the guest room you were using and tell you to do things for him because he was apparently too helpless to do it himself.

“I need tea to help my sore throat.”

“I could really eat some soup right now.”

“Could you assist me taking a cold shower?”

The last one threw you off as you knew he was just being a smug bastard. His face told you as much.

You found it hard to believe a fever couldn’t put an insomniac to sleep. Then again, you knew little about the implications of insomnia, and so you didn’t question his management to stay awake.

At 03:00 AM, you heard his steps closing in to your door once again, and you immediately rose up, wanting to be done with whatever Ransom wanted you to handle.

He almost took it by surprise when he made it there and saw you standing almost half asleep. He chuckled, knowing he had dragged you through this long enough.

“You know, if you really want me to stop bothering you, you know what to do.” He said as he leaned onto the door frame.

It took you a few moments to figure out what he meant because you were so tired, but it quickly came back to mind of what he had said was the only thing that removed his insomnia. “You really are the neediest man in the whole world.” You concluded.

By the time you closed your eyes in Ransom’s embrace, you were completely knocked out. You were so tired after a long day of working, you could barely stay awake for a little. Ransom’s beating heart fell into deaf ears as your mind went in full shut down mode for the night, and you were fast asleep for the next 10 hours.

You had to agree that being in this man’s arms was incredibly comfortable. His chest while well defined with muscle was pleasantly nice to rest your head on, especially with the added layer of his soft sweater.

It was 01:00 PM when you opened your eyes for the first time since early in the morning. You almost jolted awake when you laid your eyes on the clock, not understanding how you had slept for this long. Ransom’s side of the bed was empty, which left you confused as to why he hadn’t woken you up.

You should have been working a long time ago by now. Why hadn’t he tried to shake you awake?

You walked down to the kitchen where you heard a ruckus going on from the floor of Ransom’s bedroom and when you appeared in the kitchen, you were met by absolute chaos. On the table was what looked like several failed attempts of making fried eggs with some being burned and others being undercooked. Ransom stood by the oven, having a frustrating expression on his face as he tried his best to perfect the sixth egg.

“Fuck! Why is this so hard?!” He groaned loudly to himself. You let out a giggle when you were witnessing the helpless, needy man attempting to make breakfast.

His attention turned to your form, taken aback by the fact that you were already down here.

“Give me like 5 minutes. I’m making breakfast for the two of us, but as you can see, I’m fucking struggling.” He said, and pointed to the burnt toasts on a plate beside the toaster.

You quickly rushed over to give assistance and noticed he had turned on the temperature of each kitchen asset to maximum heat, which explained why he had a hard time making fried eggs and not having the outer part completely burned by the second.

“Ransom, you should be in your room and rest. Your fever will last for at least another day before you get well.” You said as you turned off the oven and stove before you grabbed his arm to lead him back to bed.

Ransom only laughed and halted you from taking him anywhere, leaving you with a confused frown. “Am I sick though?” He asked, as if it was a trick question.

It then hit you at once. He had no major symptoms other than a hot forehead and dazed facade. “You faked it? This whole time?? But how? I literally measured your temperature and everything!”

“I have some tricks up my sleeve. Used a hot towel on my forehead before you measured my temp.” He explained.

That left you absolutely baffled how an old primary school trick had convinced you he wasn’t tricking you. “That is so cruel! Why would you even do that?” You whined, feeling embarrassed that you had put so much effort for his comfort for no good reason at all.

“Had to convince you somehow to stay with me. Wanted to treat you for breakfast in the morning but as you can see…I fucked up.” He sighed, looking back at the mess he had created at his many attempts.

“Oh…well, that’s kind of you but you really didn’t have to lie about being sick for you to make me breakfast and-!”

“I like you.” He interrupted, while he closed the large gap between the two of you.

Your mouth fell shut with his confession, desperately looking for any hint of it being a casual joke but there was none. He looked dead serious into your eyes as he let those words leave his mouth.

“W-What? This has to be a joke. I work for you, Ransom..”

He shook his head, knowing he had countless of times said a lot of awful things to you in the past because you were only ‘the help’, but he knew different now. “That doesn’t matter. I want you to give me a chance by letting me take you out for dinner. Go out with me. Please.” He plead.

You scoffed as assumptions clouded your mind with what kind of intentions he might have behind asking you out. “What, you’re that desperate to keep me within your grasp just so you can sleep better? Because that isn’t how relationships work, Ransom.”

He frowned. “Is that how you see it? You didn’t take notice of the countless times my heart would beat faster the closer you got to me? Because let me tell you, I never get anxious to any women, darling. It’s only you. The fact that I’m standing here, telling you all of this should mean something, no? You really think I’d tell anyone anything remotely close to what I’m confessing right now? How when you gave that hug the night I was being an asshole, I was on the verge of crying because I have never had anyone show as much care as you did? How every time I hold you, it’s the only time I have peace in my miserable mind?” He questioned rhetorically, not expecting an actual answer but wanting to make you understand how he feels. “I have never felt anything like this in my whole life. Your presence alone when you come to my house makes my whole day. The times I’ve spent getting to know you has been the happiest moments of my life because guess what? You actually have a place in my cold ass heart. I just - I really fucking like you.”

Your mouth was left agape at the heavy load of confessions being revealed to you. You forgot how to breathe till he reached the end of his admission, finally letting a shuttering gasp slip out as your face reddened from ear to cheeks.

Ransom didn’t blink once while he waited for your response, but of course, Ransom wasn’t one to wait for long. He pulled your shoulders forward against him and connected his lips to yours. You squealed at his sudden affectionate gesture, but gave in easily as it was too hard to resist his soft, plump lips. He hummed into the kiss as his one hand stroked your back, careful not to slip further down. He wanted to prove he was worthy of you, even though he always had a mentality of expecting others to prove worthy of him. But you were different.

He pulled away eventually and put his forehead onto yours, a smile growing on his lips. It was too genuine to be fake, you concluded in your thoughts. You swallowed and reached a hand to his cheek which he seemed to melt into.

“Why do you have to be this sweet despite being an annoying nag otherwise?”

“I’ll take that instead of ‘asshole’ and ‘trust fund prick’ any time.” He chuckled. “How about you make us breakfast and I’ll treat you to a nice dinner in the evening?”

You pondered playfully, tapping your index finger on your chin as you pretended to think. “Hmmm, I don’t know. Am I really more than just a housemaid if I’m still doing the usual stuff of making you food?”

His signature smirk reappeared on his face as he said: “Still not convinced? Because I think I can find a thing or two to do in the bedroom to show you how much I like you.”

You giggled and lightly placed your hand on his chest. He was right. It was hammering.

“How about we take it slow and keep it at cuddles and kisses for now?”

“Of course. That sounds perfect.”

Note from author: felt like going for just pure fluff this time because I needed it. Need an occasional break from the filth. Soft!Ransom is my biggest comfort ngl. Also I’ve just made it canon in my head that Ransom is a playboy who parties a lot (mostly to fill the void of loneliness).

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ok imagine if angel is sitting in the waiting area of aster harry's tattoo shop because there was nowhere else to sit and harry was busy tattooing someone. well these guys come in and sit in the little waiting area too and harry overhears them say some rude things to his angel. like maybe she doesn't look like a girl that would be in a shop like that or saying she needs to go somewhere where she'll look to fit in more. harry would storm out of the little cubical he was tattooing in and demand they all leave. that rude people like them are not welcome in his tattoo shop. then he'd have y/n leave the waiting area and go sit in his office but not before making sure she was okay and letting her know that their words didn't matter and she is more then welcome to be in this tattoo shop.

-🌷

no im always so attached to the idea of her like helping around the shop a little and like making working the reception desk for him when everyone is super busy or someone calls in or something like that so shes just doing her little thing and answering the phone and checking ppl in and scheduling and all and like someone who's just not nice comes in:( like it could be a customer service thing where she doesn't know the answer to a question and someone gets mad at her or even like this where like someone is just condescending bc shes like not the "type" to be there so what does she know and maybe they just say something off to her and shes like ????????? and its just mean and h overhears like hes listening as this is happening but hes tattooing and shes also like she can handle herself even if she gets emotional so he doesn't want to step in and take over until he like cant hold back like someone says something way too mean or he can hear her like crumbling a little then hes up there and like taking over and setting this whole thing right and having her back so they leave and like know they’re unwelcome if they want to talk like that to anyone but esp his girl:( and the idea of him like taking a second with her and like taking her to his office nad like letting her take a quick break and like just cuddling letting her know hes got her back and that hes proud of her for getting through all of it :(

#anon #ask #🌷 anon #aster inspo #concept

[gojoidyll]

I was wondering...Aventurine's s/o who sometimes is misgendered as a man (fem! reader)

Any thoughts? 👀

I have many thoughts about this anon, some I would definitely like to share 🤭

Let's see, to me, if you're being misgendered and Aventurine just so happens to see it, then I can see it happening in the workplace, at the casino, or on a date.

But mostly at the workplace because lets face it, the IPC haven't exactly been painting themselves as the good guys lately 😐 and I can see a few of your coworkers being this way (be it new employees who do it by accident or stubborn old ones who are just plain rude).

"You should go ask him. He knows a lot about the subject and could help out with the project."

You weren't far away from the people who were having the conversation since you all were in the same office, and since it was such a small office housing only seven or so desks, it was easy to hear every single conversation and know who was talking about who.

"Thank you, I will!"

You didn't want to turn away from your computer despite the heavy thumps of footsteps coming up behind you. Instead, you tried to ignore it and continue typing away at your report. Your eyes heavy and focused on the computer as your fingers mercilessly hit the innocent keys.

"Sir? Excuse me, sir?"

You resisted the urge to groan aloud. This always happens. Mainly for two reasons. One, the stubborn fool who keeps misgendering you refuses to acknowledge that you're a woman. And two, the same stubborn fool insists to new employees of the IPC that you're a man and should be referred to as such.

And with a final tap on your shoulder, you sighed. Your feet planted on the ground as you swiveled your chair around.

"That's ma'am to you."

The new recruit was quick to fumble and bowed, "I'm sorry, ma'am! I was told that you could help me with- blah blah blah blah blah," you couldn't care about what he was saying. Not when your alarm went off, signaling your lunch break.

"Sounds interesting newbie, but if you'll excuse me, I'm going to lunch."

You didn't let the new employee get another word in as you got up and did a little stretch before walking out of the office while also being sure to ignore the smug looking bastard who waved at you while you left. Working in such a place exhausted you, and you hoped to hide your tiredness when you met up with the one person who made it all worth it. But...he noticed immediately the moment you sat down in his comfy couch in his own personal office.

He was already beside you when you sat down, and instead of grabbing his own food, his mesmerizing eyes bore into you.

"What's wrong?"

His voice always sounded tender when he talked with you, especially when he knows you've been having a bad day. He doesn't use his condescending voice or the voice he finely tunes to get people to like him. He is just ... being himself. Granted it's behind closed doors, but you were thankful that he didn't wear his bluff around you.

"It's...," to be honest, you've been dealing with this coworker for a long whilen now, and even though it's hurts being called something you're not, you thought you could handle it yourself. Though, lately, it's just been getting harder, "it's just this coworker of mine. He ... he keeps misgendering me. I know it sounds stupid and that I'm probably just being too sensitive but..."

"Name."

"Huh?"

"The name, give me the name of this coworker of yours," Aventurine said smoothly as he leaned into you, his arm slung around your shoulders as his fingers lightly twirled a strand of your hair between his fingertips. His warmth immediately engulfed you into a comforting embrace that you couldn't help but lean into. Despite being such a calculating person, he always had a way of disarming you and making you feel safe.

"Aven... it's nothing. I just, I just need to vent a little is all."

"Venting is great and all, but that doesn't solve the problem. Besides, who told you that you're being too sensitive anyway? Being hurt over something isn't something to be ashamed of. So, the name. Give it to me, and i can make it all better. Promise."

His tone held that usually lilt in his voice that scratched your ears just right. Honestly, he could be telling you the nightmares within a black hole, and you would be putty in his hands.

And so, with little resistance, you relinquished the name of the stubborn coworker who keeps giving you trouble. Granted, you did worry that you were getting special privileges since your boyfriend was in a higher station than you, but don't worry about that. You are Aventurine's significant other after all, there is nothing wrong with relying on him every once and awhile. ;)

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n

[megumimania]

WHY DONT WE FALL IN LOVE ? - jean kirstein

summary: you and jean are brought together by a shared love of music, is that all there is or is there something more below the surface?

warnings: jean x black!reader, fluff, jean is definitely an alt rock/ grunge enthusiast, jean and reader are down bad for each other but won’t admit it, ayesha and corinne win the award for best wing women, get you a man who truly cares, the format is weird my bad

a/n: this was written for @honeybleed’s 90’s rnb event! congrats naj, you deserve everything and more!!

it was another day at the record store, where you worked part time during the weekend. you loved your job, talking with customers and bonding over your shared love for music and records was one of the main highlights of your day. of course there were some customers who were rude and pretentious but you didn’t let that deter you from providing a good experience for your customers.

the faint sounds of dreams, fairytales and fantasies by asap ferg played in the background as you were organising new stock, humming the lyrics to yourself while doing so. you were so deeply engrossed in your task that you didn't register jean's presence near you. jean was one of your favourite customers, he was a world away from the regular customers that you were so accustomed to dealing with.

when you first met him, you immediately assumed that he'd be annoyingly pretentious, condescending and snarky—a characteristic you were used to seeing on the daily. but one day he came up to the counter while you were working and you absentmindedly had your finger ready to point to the 80’s rock section, not registering the look of confusion on his face.

"what are you pointing to?" he asked, brows furrowing in confusion. you felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment, “i just assumed that you-anyways how can i help you?" you replied with a smile, trying to break the awkward tension.

he looked around sheepishly, the tips of his ears flushing a faint pink. "uhh... honestly i don't know, do you have any recommendations?” he asked, with a level of shyness which you found quite cute.

his naivety to music/good records astonished you, considering he looked like a cross between a heavy nirvana fan and a country music enthusiast. after a long conversation with him, you gave him three albums to listen to, along with your number because you wanted him to tell you if he liked the songs or not.

since then you've developed a friendship with jean despite your two best friends/coworkers, ayesha and corinne saying otherwise. you’ve always denied it but lately, you’ve started to feel some type of way about him. suddenly you’ve began to notice his dimples when he smiles, the faint freckles he has on his face or how his eyes are more of a hazel colour in the sunlight—friends usually notice these things about each other right???

jean cleared his throat, snapping you out of your reverie. “y/n, you good?” he said, giving you a once over to make sure that you were okay. you felt your face heat up and you silently thanked god that he was unable to see you blush. “yeah i’m good.” was all you managed to reply with.

a minute of tense silence passed between you both, either of you waiting on the other to break the silence between you both. “can y’all stop eyefucking each other, you’re making me sick!” corinne yelled from the counter, scaring you both. the tips of jean’s ears turned a light pink from embarrassment.

“you left your bonnet and your scarf at my place the other week.” he said handing them over to you. “i’ve washed them for you, i’d thought you’d like that.” he said, the last part coming out quieter than intended. “we still on for saturday?” he asked, his gaze locked on yours, “yeah of course.” jean smiled before responding, “cool, i’ll see you then.” he walked off, waving you goodbye which you returned.

you tried to avoid ayesha and corinne for the rest of your shift but they cornered you as soon as you left work, dragging you to a nearby cafe. “so you and jean huh?” ayesha teased, taking a sip of her drink. you sighed and rolled your eyes, pretending to look interested in the menu in hopes that ayesha would drop the question.

“guys, i might order—hey!” you protested as corinne snatched the menu from your fingertips. “there’s nothing going on between me and jean.” you finally spat out after a moment of silence. “we’re just friends.” your friends shared a look that said they weren’t buying it. “so why was your bonnet and scarf at his house then?” corinne pressed further, and you genuinely felt like you were being interrogated for a crime you didn’t commit. “i slept over at his place, its not a big deal.” you said nonchalantly, drumming your fingertips on the table.

“we all saw the way you two were staring at each other, and you really want me to believe that you guys are just friends?” ayesha added, corinne nodding in support. “it’s okay to admit that jean thee pony has got you weak in the knees, you know.” you snorted at her nickname for jean. “i hate you guys.” you sighed, staring out the window dramatically. “and we love you too, y/n!” they said in unison, pulling you in for a hug.

“y/n, your white boy is here!” corinne shouted from the hallway. you were nervous, you’d spent an hour getting ready for today and you were still unable to quell the nerves in your stomach. you debated on taking a rain-check but decided against it. you quickly added the finishing touches to your hair and makeup and headed out. corinne gave you her thumbs up of approval as you left.

jean’s plan to act cool completely evaporated once he saw you. you were gorgeous in a way he couldn’t comprehend, he tried to maintain his composure but as always his face betrayed him, unable to hide the blush that spread across his face. “you look gorgeous, y/n.” was all he managed to sputter out. you were surprised that you had him fumbling over himself like this but you found it cute.

“you look great yourself.” you replied, taking him in. from the fresh trim, to his outfit, to the cologne he was wearing, everything about him made you feel giddy inside. “where are you taking me today?” you said, hopping into his car. his gaze lingered on you for a second before he cleared his throat, “its a surprise.” he said, sticking his tongue out at you whilst turning on the ignition.

the last few minutes of the car journey, jean told you keep your eyes closed. you eyed him weirdly, but did it anyway because you trusted him. his hand remained on the small of your back as he guided you to the destination. “are we there yet?” you asked, becoming increasingly impatient, he responded to you after a moment of silence. “open your eyes.” he whispered in a low voice sending chills down your spine.

you opened your eyes and you turned to him in disbelief “how did you—i’ve been trying to book a reservation here for ages, how!” jean placed his jacket on your shoulders, noticing the way you were shivering. “the owner is a family friend of mine, plus he owed me one.” he said coolly, trying to not make it seem like a big deal. “let’s go inside.” he took your hand in his leading you into the restaurant. the interior looked gorgeous with it being fairly modern as beautiful ceiling fixtures hung above you.

you were led to your table which was on a second floor that away from everybody else. jean pulled out your chair for you letting you sit down before he did. you opened the menu scanning it to see what appealed to your tastes. whilst you were busy trying to figure out the menu, jean kept stealing glances at you. he couldn’t help it, even when he was trying to read the menu, his eyes kept drifting back to you.

you grew shy under jean’s gaze and used the menu to cover your face. jean chuckled softly, gently putting down the menu to the side. “why are you hiding your face from me, beautiful?” your face heated up at the pet name. “you make me nervous, i cant help it.” you said feeling quite bashful, he took your hand in his, tracing light figures on your palm. “believe me when i say i’ve been nervous this whole time.” you both laughed at that, it helped to diffuse the awkward tension between you both knowing that you were both nervous as each other.

dinner flowed smoothly after that as you grew comfortable with each other again, the usual banter and jokes resumed and you truly felt at home with jean. apart from the silence that was shared when you were eating, you were talking non stop and even at times when you felt like you were saying too much, he looked at you with so much adoration, wordlessly telling you to keep going. you’ve never felt so relaxed during a date before it was weird not having to condense parts of you to seem likeable when it seemed that jean liked every part of you.

one of the reasons that you wanted to dine at the restaurant for so long was for its infamous beach views. the moon hung lowly in the distance as you and jean walked down the beach, hand in hand as you talked about everything and anything. he suddenly broke out into a sprint heading straight first to the water, you had no choice but to follow him. you shuddered as you walked into the cold waters trying to find him. jean pulled you towards him making you shriek as you felt his cold hands rest on your waist. “why did you do that!” you smacked his shoulder playfully, he laughed in response. “didn’t mean to scare you, beautiful.”

he pulled you even closer, you were now breaths apart which made the moment more intimate. “how can i make it up to you, hm?” he asked softly, his eyes boring into yours as he held you in his arms. “i think i know just the trick.” he smiled softly before he picked you up and pressed his lips against yours gently and for a moment the world disappeared around you leaving you and jean in your own bubble. his lips were surprisingly warm considering how cold his hands were. “you’re forgiven.” you smiled as you pulled away from him, brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face. “good, because i wouldn’t want to be on your hitlist.” he said, laughing as he finally carried you out of the water.

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x black reader #jean x reader #jean x y/n #snk jean #aot jean #jean fluff #this was so fun to write #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot x black!reader #jean lovers unite

[maddymoreau]

Mephistopheles Discussion/Analysis

Like Levi said in Nightbringer Lesson 13-A Mephistopheles is a jerk but MAN is his self imagine, backstory and desperation to be useful/full-fill his “life’s purpose” just . . . Sad.

On the Official Obey Me Nightbringer website Mephistopheles is described as:

A proud demon born to nobles. Raised from a young age to be a playmate for Diavolo, but he is worried that Diavolo will lose interest in him because of the appearance of the brothers.

However there’s so much more to it then that.

Mephistopheles was born with the sole purpose from his family to be Diavolo’s right-hand man.

A position he’s already begun to lose which terrifies him. Something so clear Mammon catches onto it when he tries picking a fight with the brothers.

Mammon: “Like, I think I know what the deal is with you. You’re scared that Lucifer’s gonna replace ya as Lord Diavolo’s right-hand man, aren’t ya?”

There’s a reason Mephisto mentions this to MC:

Which makes Mephistopheles’ reaction to Diavolo saying, “I consider you a dear friend.” sadder.

You still think of me that way.

Also it’s not a coincidence that Mephistopheles’ visits completely stopped a little after Diavolo took the brothers in.

Along with his father having him begin attending the House of Lord sessions more frequently.

It’s Devildom’s complicated politics and the House of Lords AKA Devildom nobility using Mephisto.

Despite him being the one to deliver the House of Lord’s letter to Diavolo they didn’t even explain the full extent of their plans to Mephistopheles.

The House of Lords is using the situation with Beel to put Diavolo at a disadvantage to increase the possibility of Diavolo failing the Kingsblood Crucible.

Which isn’t what Mephistopheles wants.

He tells the brothers, “As long as we refuse to accept you, your opinions don’t matter. You won’t be running things here in the Devildom.” Which is funny when that’s what the House of Lords is trying to do.

Adding onto this I find these lines when Mephisto is expressing his concern to Diavolo so interesting:

Mephisto understands Diavolo’s reason for allowing the brothers into Devildom. He just can’t understand why Diavolo is so invested on a personal level.

While Mephistopheles tries to be Diavolo’s right-hand man he is blind to Diavolo’s actual needs. Diavolo craves friendship, to be perceived outside his Royal status which Mephisto will not do.

Mephistopheles ALWAYS addresses Diavolo as Lord Diavolo even when he’s not around.

Mephisto also considers himself far more trustworthy then the brothers but has yet to realize his nobility and family make him someone Diavolo cannot fully put his trust into.

While with the brothers there’s the situation regarding Lucifer’s oath.

Some may consider Mephisto expecting us to escort him out to be snobbish but that’s curtsey among Devildom nobility.

Which is almost all Mephisto knows.

In the present day during Obey Me Shall We Date in the Memory Card Let’s Take Pictures we learn he’s never been to an arcade. In Hard Mode Lesson 70-6 we learn he’s never eaten a fast food burger, he gets driven around in a expensive car and has a butler. He lives a very sheltered life.

While Diavolo and Mephisto are on friendly terms in the present they definitely aren’t as close. It’s almost like there’s an even larger barrier or wall between them. Which is due to their inability to open up and understand each other.

Being something useful to Diavolo is still something Mephistopheles craves.

OG Lesson 68-7 when transported to the flower garden inside the Demon Lord’s Castle. Certain characters get taken in by a flower’s illusion. One of them being Mephistopheles and what he imagines is silly yet so depressing.

Mephisto just wants to be valued and seen as someone worthy. Especially to Diavolo.

Mephisto’s fight with the brothers in Nightbringer is the perfect example of how he will use his ego, be condescending and rude as a defense mechanism.

In the present day he will often praise/gloat about himself and against the brothers use the fact he was born a demon while they were once angels. To help him stop from feeling inferior. Second best. Not good enough.

However despite it all he still lives earnestly.

WHICH IS THE THING I LOVE MOST ABOUT HIM!!!

He doesn’t use his position in the Newspaper Club to spread lies. Instead only reporting the truth.

Lesson 68-17 : When Mephistopheles risks getting severely injured to save Luke. As everyone is praising him he responds to Luke saying, “It’s not like you need to thank me or anything. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Lesson 70-16 Hard: When fan letters for Asmo got delivered to the newspaper club he took the time try and bring them to Asmo. Luke told him he was really considerate.

Mephistopheles simply responded, “W . . .Well, it’s just a box of letters. It wasn’t that big of a deal for me to bring it here. And someone bothered to write and send each one of these letters. When I considered that, I couldn’t just leave them undelivered, could I?”

Lesson 72-17 : When MC bumps into him he catches us so we dont fall and hurt ourself. When you thank him he says, “I only did what anyone would do. There’s no need to thank me.”

Mephistopheles doesn’t perceive his kind acts as anything noteworthy because he simply believes that’s what everyone would do. WHICH ISN’T TRUE!

Even Luke comments how his behavior isn’t like most demons. Mephistopheles is the final key to helping Luke realize he was wrong about demons.

Lesson 77-A: The way Luke brings sweet treats to share with Mephisto, hangs out with him and when Luke falls asleep Mephistopheles lets him sleep there IS ADORABLE HOW CAN YALL HATE THIS MAN!!!!

Despite his rudeness Mephistopheles is such an interesting complex character and massive lovable dork who sucks at tongue twisters! I hope overtime he gets more fans!!!

#I feel like I said so much yet so little LMAO #Mephistopheles is actually a really nice guy and a big softie I wanna kiss him. #I’m begging the like 5 Mephistopheles fans out there to add onto this PLEASE!!! I’m STARVING for anything about him!!!! #OMSWD #OMSWD Spoiler #OMSWD Mephistopheles #Mephistopheles #Mephisto #Obey Me #Obey Me Spoiler #Obey Me Mephistopheles #Obey Me Mephisto #Obey Me Nightbringer #Obey Me Nightbringer Spoiler #Nightbringer Spoiler #Nightbringer #OMNB #OMNB Spoiler #OMNB Mephistopheles #MaddyMajolish

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA if I hate how everyone in my house does the dishes?

I hate doing dishes. We all do. Genuinely it is the worst task available in the house, always, no matter what. I don't like judging people for how they get it done, because the fact that they did it at all is amazing and often it's more than I can say for myself.

That said-

I do them about 50% of the time (being generous to my housemates w/ this number), and it's split between three of us. When someone else washes the dishes, there's always something wrong with it. There's always a significant chunk of them that didn't actually get clean (especially pots and pans), there's often things in the dishwasher that should be hand-washed (like Teflon-coated pans, oversized cutting boards that stop the water from functioning, or things with dried-on residue), the amount of water that gets wasted is ridiculous (the water is running THE ENTIRE TIME even when not in use), scrub brushes and sponges are left in pots full of filthy water for days on end in between loads, the sink is always left with gross wet food in it afterwards, everyone gets frustrated with the task before it's finished, and I end up having to re-wash half of it anyway.

It feels condescending to outright tell them I want to teach them how to wash dishes, but sometimes I really feel like they genuinely don't know how.

I don't know how to bring this up without being rude.

I went to my partner recently and said "is it okay if at some point I show you my way of washing dishes? I think we would save a lot on the water bill." And she sounded hurt and said "I think the way I do it is fine..." so I dropped the topic.

We were raised differently- I was raised in a drought-afflicted area, by parents who expected me to become a housewife; she was raised by parents who had other things to worry about besides teaching all their kids every nuance on household chores. I don't know quite so much about the other roommate, as they work overtime and prefer to keep to themself- they have a lot of other priorities.

I genuinely appreciate that they're both actually contributing. I've lived with people who don't, and I'll very gladly take this instead any day. But I wish I didn't have this nagging anxiety every time I pick up a plate or a spoon, having to triple-check if I can actually use it or not... and I know the amount of water we're using as a result of this is an actual problem, both for our collective carbon footprint and for all of our bank accounts.

AITA for getting so upset about this? would I be TA if I were to bring this up again?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[rafedaddy01]

Coconuts

Series Masterlist

A/n: oh. My. Gosh. I feel like I wrote this horribly. I could not for the life of me get the beginning down. Thank you for all who encouraged me to write a second part. I am thinking of doing a third which will definitely include smut. Lmk if that’s something you guys want

Constructive criticism is always appreciated, likes, comments, reblogs and requests are welcomed ❗️

Rafe turned around to continue with his girl but she was no where to be found. He searched the whole house. The bathroom, the bedroom which he quickly regretted because there were two people having sex right on toppers parents bed. The party died down and eventually he gave up. Fuck! How could he fuck this up already. The next day he lay in bed, thinking about her. Her lips. Her eyes. Oh how close he was to her lips. He could just imagine the taste of her coconut gloss. The way her hair smelled. It was a distinguished smell, engraved in his brain. He could never forget it. It was his new favorite smell. He got the courage to pull himself out of bed, hair ruffled and shirtless he went downstairs, only to be met with the girl he was just thinking about.

“Good morning Rafe” Sarah said as she and her friend indulged over some breakfast. “Hi” he said, his smiling softening when his eyes met hers. “This is y/n, she slept here after toppers party last night.” She was here? In his house. The whole time.

“Uh Rafe ” Rafe acted inconspicuous as he reintroduced himself to her. Sarah gave Rafe a stern look as she spotted the way he looked at her. He noticed his sisters stare and shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed an apple from the bowl and walked out of the kitchen, gatching a glimpse of y/n and winking.

A few hours later

“Rafe” a soft voice spoke on the opposite side of his door. He smirked at the familiar voice. He opened the door to be faced with her. “Long time no see” he grinned as she stood shyly in front of him, maybe there was still some innocence in her. “I just wanted to say, the other night-“

“You mean when you ran?” His tone was condescending but he didn’t mean it like that. Only realizing how rude he was when he saw her face drop in disappointment. “You know, whatever. I wanted to apologize but forget it” she turned around, only to be pulled back my her wrist. “I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean for that to be so harsh.” His eyes were soft and full of desperation. It was clear that she had some effect on him. She could make him angry and in the blink of an eye take that anger away. “It’s okay” she looked into his eyes and was lost in the blue of them. They way they sparkled and gleamed. There was also this darkness behind them that entranced her, she wanted to know more about him. To feel him and connect with him.

“Maybe we should reenact that night” she bit her lip as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, a sly smirk raising the corners of his mouth. “I think we should” his lips landed gently against hers. This tongue swiping over her teeth, asking for permission to enter. Of course she granted. Their tongues clashing and dancing. They both pulled back to catch their breath and smiles plastered on their faces was enough to describe how mind blowing that kiss was. “That was-“ she started. Rafe leaned into her ear. “If you think my tongues that good in your mouth, just wait till it’s in your pussy”

@xcybzaa

Part 3

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe imagine