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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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A chubby reader who's super self conscious of her belly and bust? Like she's strong and stuff, comes with the higher weight, but just....

Cant really wear anything unless it's sweats and a sweater, or a t-shirt. Almost never goes out.

And one day Bucky comes to the compound. Reader immediately gets a crush, and has major anxiety over it, like "leaving the room when he comes near" anxiety. Bucky thinks it's his fault, that he's done something wrong and talks to you about it.

He decides to talk to you about it, crying ensues because insecurities, and then the fluff.

Sorry this ask is so long, I'm kinda scrambled XP

hi, lovely! 💫

first of all, don't apologize for bringing this beautiful request into my world! i was beyond excited to have the chance to bring this idea to life, and i hope the direction i took with it does justice to what you had in mind!

second of all, i am so sorry this took me so long to put out, this request is so lovely and i really wanted to make it the best i could.

i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: bucky barnes x midsize!reader

word count: 3974

warnings: insecurities and self consciousness, mild body image issues, brief self depreciating thoughts, angst, mutual pining, fluff, swearing, allusions to mature themes, let me know if i missed anything!

please do not read this if you're not comfortable with any of the above topics. while they are not heavily focused on, they are the main theme of this fic

a/n: big thanks to @buckylattes for reading this and catching some of the dumb ass mistakes i made lmao

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Being part of the Rescue and Reconnaissance division of Stark Industries wasn't the most glamorous job, but you loved it. You got to work nearly hand in hand with field agents every day, formulating plans for raids, rescues, infiltrations, or general takedown missions to make sure all those involved worked as safely and efficiently as possible.

You were the one they turned to when a new plan was needed; when they were at risk. There were a few agents who refused to listen to anyone other than you when it came to these times - specifically asking for you to help them through.

Agent Barnes was one of these people, and though you could never voice it, he was your favourite to deal with. He was always kind and courteous, understanding in the fact that despite not being in the same rankings as him, you damn well knew what you were doing. And, well, it didn't hurt that he always found a moment to be a charming little flirt.

You have no idea why he had such faith in you. Maybe it was because you always took what he suggested into consideration when calculating next steps. Maybe it was because your ideas were as crazy as his sometimes. Maybe it was simply because he liked the sound of your voice.

You never knew.

You never actually met him.

All your dealings with field agents were done from the safety of your control room. You never minded it, though. It was nice, in a way. You absolutely loved doing what you do, but you would never be able to handle being around field agents all the time. Not when they look the way they do, and you…. well, you're you.

Your thighs touch when you walk, your belly shakes when you laugh, your arms jiggle when you move. You have to painstakingly pick out the right kinds of shirts, otherwise your chest will make it seem like you're three times as big as you really are.

You were the chubby girl who always hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the world see how bright you truly shine - you were a flame ready to ignite, but no one around you ever offered you a match.

You were used to it. You made peace with it a long time ago, finding solace in your own company instead of relying on other people to enjoy your time with. It still bothered you from time to time, and you let yourself have days where you wallowed in it, wishing things were different, wishing you looked different. Though, for the most part, it stopped bothering you so much the older you got.

Until the day you finally met Bucky.

It was a strange day, being sent to the compound. You've never been sent anywhere before, always planted in your seat while talking to field agents across the world. Yet here you were, being requested by Tony Stark himself.

You must have spent hours trying to find the right outfit. One that showed off your curves without accentuating the extra pudge around your middle. One that complimented your chest without highlighting the size. One that showed off your ass without making it look massive. One that carefully hid your arms. One that you felt comfortable in.

It felt like your heart was in your throat the whole time. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a full on frenzy, and you had to take deep breaths every few seconds to stay calm; and to not throw up.

You barely heard it when Tony said he wanted you working under him. You could hardly process it when he said he created a job just for you. You didn't quite understand it when he told you there was space for you at the compound, and he wanted you here full time.

All you could do was dumbly nod your head, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the fact that Bucky Barnes was just outside the conference room.

By the time the meeting was over, you felt lightheaded. You clutched the contract you were given against your chest and took a final deep breath before leaving the room, hoping to get by unnoticed. It's not like he even knew who you really were, right?

A gentle calling of your name told you that you were very, very wrong.

Your feet became rooted in place as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all you could on calming your nerves before turning around. And jesus christ, nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful this man actually was in person.

"Hi," you breathed out, a tiny shy smile gracing your lips.

"Hi," he said, unintentionally mimicking you.

His eyes travelled over your face before taking their time roaming your body; you shifted uncomfortably and clutched the contract a little tighter as he stayed fixed on you. A smirk graced his lips, but it was gone before you could really focus on it.

"It's, uh-... it's nice to finally meet you, Agent Barnes," you muttered sheepishly, hesitantly offering him your hand.

"You can call me Bucky," he said, smiling warmly as he took your hand in his, sending fire throughout your whole body. "I'd like to say thank you for saving my ass as often as you do, but thank you doesn't seem like enough."

You chuckled, feeling your face flush under his gaze. "'Thank you' suffices just fine, Bucky. I've only been doing my job."

"Speaking of," he started, tilting his head a little as he eyed the contract you held. "You gonna take it?" he asked curiously, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"What?" you asked, caught off guard by his question.

"The job," he said, gesturing between the contract in your hands and the conference room you just occupied. "You gonna say yes?"

"How do you know about that?" you asked curiously.

"I know things," he said passively, shrugging his shoulders. "How 'bout I show you around? You can see the place before you decide anything."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away and retreat into yourself once more. Though something about the way he was looking at you made it hard to do so.

So, you agreed.

And that's how everything started.

You took the job, moving into the compound a few days after that. You quickly made friends with the girls, and they became your support group; they would help you when it came to shopping for clothes or finding the right outfit for events. They offered to go for walks with you or do yoga - anything you felt like doing, really. You still felt inferior to them from time to time, but not because they made you feel that way; no one at the compound did.

Only yourself.

When it came to the boys, it was more or less the same thing. You felt comfortable around them, and you never minded close contact or them seeing you in tighter fitting clothes.

Everyone was family, and it never felt awkward or uncomfortable around them.

Except for when it came to Bucky.

You still grew closer to him over the months of you living at the compound so far, but it hasn't been easy. It was a constant challenge, and it grew harder for you day after day.

When it came to you working alongside him on his missions, everything was great. Nothing with him changed, aside from him throwing out a few more flirty comments. And, since you still had the safety net of being behind comms, you threw some right back at him.

Once the missions were over, though, it was hard to be around him. You wanted to be around him, but it was nearly impossible. Your feelings for him grew, and the stronger your feelings were, the more distant you became.

You were careful to only wear sweaters or loose tees paired with sweatpants around him, making sure he would never catch sight of the extra weight you carried around. You quit eating around him; it's not like you had bad eating habits, but you couldn't shake the panic that he would somehow be disgusted, that he would think the reason you're so chubby was because of your diet. You stopped sitting near him during movie nights, and you never hugged him. No matter how much you itched to wrap your arms around him when he came home safe from missions, you couldn't risk him feeling the rolls your body carried, or how soft and pudgy you were.

It was driving Bucky crazy.

From the minute he finally set his eyes on you, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was beyond thrilled when you agreed to Stark's offer, and he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to get to know you - which was a massive step for him. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he did something to upset you.

He grew more confused every day. When it came to conversing over the comms during missions, you two were like a well oiled machine; giggles and flirting and jokes of previous missions. No one would ever know something was amiss.

Yet when everyone would return home, it was like a switch was flipped. You greeted everyone with hugs and smiles and affection, and Bucky always waited patiently for his turn: but it never came. Instead, you turned to him with an awkward smile and shining eyes and gave him the traditional "welcome home, soldier" that, despite everything, always pulled a smile from his lips.

He racked his brain every night trying to figure out if he did something, if he said something, but he could never come up with anything. He could never find a reason for the way you would some days leave the room as soon as he entered, for why you always hid away from him when he would catch you off guard in workout clothes or formal attire. He could never come up with an explanation and it was eating him alive.

The final straw came for him on the night of Pepper’s birthday party.

He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to go to these things, but ever since you came around he found himself more willing to at least make an appearance; if only to see you. However, he wasn’t even positive if you were going to show up this time, given the way you’ve been so distant lately - and that made him not want to go at all. So he was biding his time, sitting in the kitchen and emptying a bottle of whiskey, trying to not make it obvious that he was waiting to see if you’d wander out of your room before he slipped away to the party.

You stood in front of your mirror for what felt like hours, never before feeling more diffident as you assessed your reflection. You’ve been to some of Tony’s parties before, but this was for Pepper - it was the most grandiose one you’ve attended to date. You weren’t left much choice but to dress your fanciest, and you felt so unfamiliar with your own body as your hands trailed down the fabric of your dress. It was form fitting, hugging every curve you had and accentuating your figure in a way you weren’t used to seeing. The straps were small and the cut was low, it travelled midcalf and had a small slit up the side, showing way more of your leg than you wanted. You had a burning desire to change, but Nat insisted you looked incredible, and Wanda already applied a touch of makeup to match the dress - not to mention you were already running late as it was.

With one last heavy sigh, you steeled yourself before slipping on your heels and marching out of your room. You thought of anything and everything you could as you marched down the hall, doing your best to pay no mind to the way you felt the fabric clinging to your body with every move you made. God, you really should have put on shapewear.

Bucky heard you before he saw you, your footfalls echoing through the floor in the same pattern he came to memorize in the months you’ve been here. He took a deep breath, prepared for the fact that you would most likely brush him off once more. He was not prepared, though, for the sight of you as you rounded the corner.

You were not prepared to see him sitting there, clad in a pressed suit, or for him to quite literally choke on the drink he was nursing as he took in your presence.

“Jesus, Bucky. Are you alright?” you inquired, conflicted between staying where you stood and approaching him.

A dismissive wave of his hand had you staying in place, your arms wrapping around your middle as you began to feel exposed to him.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he coughed out, refilling his glass as if nothing happened.

You stood there quietly, completely unsure of what to do next. The silence was becoming louder and louder but you didn’t want to draw his attention to you. Not when you were looking like this. Not when he’d be able to see every curve and divot of your body, the protrusion of your stomach, the ample raise of your chest. You were really starting to regret not changing.

“Are you gonna stand there and stare all night or head to the party?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the glass before him. His tone was playful, but his voice had a rasp to it that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, uh - sorry,” you muttered, clearing your throat as you slowly advanced in his direction. “Are, um-… are you gonna join the party?”

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes finally raising to meet yours only to find that you were looking almost everywhere but at him, effectively wiping the small smile from his face.

“I’m not so sure,” he said lowly, downing the contents of his glass as he kept his eyes on you.

You hummed, looking down at your hands before chancing a glance at him; his gaze on you so intense that you immediately looked away again.

“Well, I- I hope to see you there,” you said sincerely, wringing your fingers together. “You look really nice, Buck” you added quietly, looking up at him just long enough to flash him a warm smile before continuing through the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” he called after you, the hurt in his voice impossible to miss.

“What?” you asked in confusion, turning to glance in his direction.

“Did I do something wrong?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Because ever since you moved in here, it’s like you can’t stand the sight of me.”

You couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that left you, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s not true.”

“No?” he asked, his tone taking on a new edge. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you can’t even fucking look at me right now. You practically run from me when I enter the same room, you do everything you can to avoid me, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m the only one around here who you don’t hug after getting back from missions.”

“Bucky-” you tried to explain, but the lump forming in your throat stopped you short.

“I just wanna know what I did,” he carried on, voice softer this time. “I don’t know if you’re angry with me or- or if you’re scared of me-”

“I am not scared of you,” you interrupted, finally meeting his gaze. “Please don’t think that.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” he asked quietly. “Everything is fine when I’m out on the field, we- I get along with you better than anyone. But then I come home, and it’s not the same.”

“It’s not-... it’s not like that, Bucky,” you whispered sadly, unintentionally looking away from him again.

“Yeah, if you say so,” he said curtly, sighing in defeat as he filled his glass again. “Just enjoy the party, okay?”

“You’re not coming?” you asked, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“Well, you’re just gonna avoid me anyway. Might as well make it easier for you and stay here,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the twirling glass in his hands.

“I don’t want you to think like that,” you admitted softly. “I- I don’t mean to do the things I do.”

“Then why do they happen?” he inquired, his eyes meeting yours and displaying a painful mix of hurt and confusion.

“Because,” you started, feeling your bottom lip quiver. “I mean, look at me, Buck,” you finished, as if that was explanation enough.

“Believe me, I’m looking,” he said gently. “And you look-... well, I wanna say you look beautiful, but that implies you don’t always look beautiful, so, I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he added, his voice so low he may as well have been speaking to himself, but you heard every word he muttered.

“...What?” you breathed out, staring over at him.

“What?” he questioned, glancing up to catch your eye.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just kept on growing, forcing you to choke on your words.

“Hey, wait, don’t-... okay, now I really said something wrong, right?” he asked quickly, starting to panic as he watched your eyes fill with tears.

Shaking your head vehemently, you delicately wiped your eyes, hoping not to smudge the work that Wanda did for you. “No, you- I just didn’t expect you to say that. I-... I'm not used to hearing that."

"You're not?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

You almost laughed, and you probably would have if it wasn't such an embarrassing thing to admit. "No. I'm… guys don't really call girls who look like me beautiful."

He fell silent for a minute, eyeing you carefully before shifting in his seat, resting his arms on the table.

"You know, I've been alive for a pretty long time now," he said conversationally, as if you weren't on the cusp of a breakdown. "And I've also been quite literally around the whole world in that time. Some of it I remember, some of it… not so much. But even so, do you know what the one thing I can say with complete certainty is?"

You waited for him to go on for a moment before realizing he was actually looking for an answer. "No, what?" you manage to croak out.

He smiled softly, relaxing in his seat again. "I have, quite literally, never met anyone as beautiful as you. And I mean in both appearance and personality."

"But I- I'm not… I don't have the kind of body like the other women around here," you murmured, casting your gaze downwards as if you were ashamed of your words.

"So?" he asked incredulously. "Do you seriously think that you're automatically not beautiful just because you aren't the same size as them?"

"No, it- you can't- I'm not-" you tried to argue, but all you could get out were a few utterances before you had to choke back a sob, completely lost on how to express yourself.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked anxiously, fighting the urge to approach you.

"Yes. I mean no, I-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I've been too embarrassed to be around you. I-... I was afraid you'd be repulsed by me and that I'd lose you."

"Repulsed by you? A woman who puts fucking goddesses to shame?" he asked in disbelief. "Did me choking on my drink earlier not prove how taken by you I am?"

"Is that what that was?" you wondered, letting out a watery laugh.

"Yeah, that's what that was," he confirmed with a soft chuckle. "A guy does a real life spit take when he sees the girl of his dreams looking like the focus of a goddamn renaissance painting and she doesn't even realize it," he mumbled in exasperation, yet his eyes carried a playful sparkle.

"The girl of your dreams?" you repeated in shock, your voice a nervous whisper.

"Was that too cliché?" he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe a little," you said playfully, sniffling quietly.

"I know how it feels, you know," he said softly. "To feel uncomfortable in your own body. But if you'd let me, I'll spend every day proving to you that I see you as nothing short of perfect."

You could only nod, giving him a weak smile as you fought back a wave of tears. "Yeah, I-... I could do that, too," you agreed quietly.

He grinned softly, greedily taking in your appearance once more before tearing his eyes away. "Come on," he urged, downing his drink before standing up. "You owe me about seven dances."

"Where does that number come from?" you asked with a laugh, watching as he approached you.

"For how many parties you snubbed me at so far," he replied casually, stopping as he stood before you.

"I never snubbed you," you grumbled, peering up at him.

"Sure you didn't," he teased, carefully wiping the tears from your face.

"Do I still look okay?" you asked nervously, fidgiting slightly under his touch.

"Gorgeous as ever," he replied sincerely.

You couldn't help but grin, laughing a little anxiously. "Okay. Come on, or else we won't have enough time for all those dances."

Bucky laughed happily, taking your hand and rushing to join the party, having you giggling in his wake as you did your best to keep up.

You let him whisk you away for the rest of the night, leading you through all the dances you owed him; and a few more, for good measure, as Bucky put it.

He stayed true to his word, and there wasn't a second that you spent with him where you didn't feel like the most ravishing woman to walk the earth.

Especially when he took his precious time in the dark of the night to memorize and worship every inch of your body over and over again.

So as you sat here now, watching from across the room as he danced with the crowd, you couldn't help but feel foolish. Foolish for letting your thoughts take away the extra time you could have had with him, foolish for ever thinking this incredible man would ever judge you for something so trivial. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard from beside you, ripping you from your reverie.

You turned your head, grinning as you saw the very man himself had taken up the seat to your left. "What, get tired of dancing already, old man?"

He gasped, feigning offense as he took in your words. "I'd watch who you're calling old, sweetheart," he warned playfully.

"I'd watch who you're calling sweetheart. I happen to be a married woman now, you know," you replied jovially.

"Married, huh? Should've known I didn't stand a chance," he lamented, shaking his head. "How about a pity dance?" he suggested with a grin, holding his hand out to you.

You giggled softly, taking his hand with a grin of your own. "Lead the way, Mr. Barnes."

"Anything for you, Mrs. Barnes," he replied with a wink, leading you to the dance floor.

And just like he did three years ago, he whisked you away and led you through a whole seven dances; and a few more, for good measure.

You were a flame, finally ignited, and Bucky was your match.

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bangtangalicious · 1 year

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bts smut recs | needy!jungkook

there is something about when our lovely jeon jungkook is portrayed to be a hormone crazy, super needy, greedy, whiny character that is so fucking hot. tmw readers. i know you’ll love these. the hyper-horniness and blatant hunger for sex is so sexy. these are all jungkook x reader 18+ SMUT recs based on this theme. more to be added as i find them!!!

🔺 = yandere/taboo themes *ALL ARE SMUT

MILF (series) by @koosbabygrl | 🔺 ive read this so many times. like. SO MANY TIMES. this is PEAK needy!koo energy. its so fucking hot i cant even put it into words. theres this mommy kink moment and i CANT get over it holy shittttttttt. also the sequels are GREAT, in part 2 when he has her riding his cock while she does her makeup oh my fucking godDDDDDDD. amazing.

this specific needy!koo drabble by @voidswan | 🔺 i know its not a full fic but its literally so hot i cry. bunny!koo just wants to fuck so bad poor thing I DONT KNOW WHY IM JUST OBSESSED OK the stuttering gets me every fucking time. screams.

clean up by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | he’s drunk and he feels so guilty abt it but he cant help himself!! god its FEVERISHLY good. he’s all whiny and crying and he needs u so bad and the way its described is so fucking hot. the dirty talk is inSANE. dry humping. fuck. amazing amazing.

thunderstorms are scary by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | same couple, but this innocent needy kook is just scared and comes to sleep w noona and then ends up groping you and poor kookie just cat stop bc you feel so good. he ruts into ur ass and whines and ugh. brilliantttttt. honestly recommend this whole masterlist of step-bro fics from them its amazing. theres also a fun loss-of-innocent taehyung one :))))

training wheels by @fithehunnybee | theres a twinge of like sneaky manipulation in this one which i love. y/n kinda a bitch but she drives poor lil koo up the mf WALL. we have some cumming in pants action which i know you all LOVE hehehehe. also i love that it builds the tension so well with koo getting so desperate and y/n teasing..poor lil bunny

the dark prince (series) by @jkeuphoriadreamland | 🔺 LISTEN. first of all, read all their works bc, chefs kiss, but focusing on the needy koo in this, he DEVELOPS mmkay, he starts off all innocent but once he has a taste oh boy does he know what he wants (its you, btw *wink). poor boy cant see at first but he cant fucking help himself your touch drives him insane. how can you resist? the slow burn. the build up. the teasing. IMMACULATE.

thank you, baby (series) by @scribblemetae | 🔺 im gonna clickbait you ALL into reading this. its twisted in the best way. a few personal highlights for me are when y/n is wearing the VR goggles and jungkook is like yeah imma just slide my cock in real quick lmfaooo its really hot though. the sort of unraveling of the reader adds to the desperation and neediness of both of their sexual actions. its fanfuckingtastic. each part has a good dose of things we all crave: begging, whining goodness

born sinner (series) by @1kook | OUR GOOD LIL CATHOLIC BOY IS UP TO NO GOOD and its got so much of his POV and the GUILT is so well portrayed and makes the whole thing seem more taboo/intense and its just fantastic mmm.

forbidden by @googikoo | 🔺 again, i read this more times than i can admit. its not so much loss of innocence and more like straight up NEEDY but essentially sneaky devious lil koo is dating your daughter but, obvi, he wants you ;)

teeth by @sweetbunnykook | ITS LIGHT SMUT BUT ITS JUST REALLY HOT LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT JUST READ IT ITS HOT

and not to be entirely self-serving but in case you want more..i too have dabbled in this genre ;)

touch me wherever

tickle me there

touch yourself here

wanna touch you

soaked n’ slippery

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE!! if you know of any other fics that fit this niche please feel free to lmk!! im always looking for new reads :) this one is for my TMW readers. i know what you like hehehehe ;)

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Maybe, reader is super funny and have a super funny laugh? like, they can laugh from literally everything, and their laughter is like the whistling of a kettle. I hope you understand me

TADC cast x reader w/ a funny laugh!

You guys know how I said that I was gonna go to sleep ab 5 ish hours ago because I had to work on a bunch of stuff the next day

Its uh

Now 4am, could not sleep at all. This always happens when I know I have busy days coming up. I hate it so much, melatonin hasnt worked. Meditating hadnt worked. Everything dodnt work

Blugh

Anyways! New mission is to keep myself awake between working on stuff to try not to get tempted to nap today

So uh... more requests will be answered today

Hope you guys enjoy this !! I was admittedly a little lost on ideas for this request 😭 not sure if it's this specific request or because I've been writing so so much <\3

The writers block be hittin

CAINE:

Honestly caine seems like a comedy sort of guy, you know? He looks like he enjoys telling and hearing a good joke every now and then. So I can easily see you two just rattling off jokes to each other until your digital lungs cant handle the sheer amount you guys are laughing!

I think he would lightly tease you for your laugh, but it's all in good fun!

POMNI:

I think she would be able to find some humor in your jokes, even through her desperation to escape the circus. I think that there would be some occasions where she would tell you to cut it out with the jokes, mostly if shes trying to look around for any clues of an exit

As for the laugh, I think it REALLY catches her off guard, especially in the beginning. Probably just stands there awkwardly

RAGATHA:

Honestly I personally see ragatha not being able to tell good jokes, be it because they dont make sense or because the punchline just isnt that funny.... perhaps both. Point is only the dullest of people will laugh at her attempts. With that being said I think she would love hearing you chatter! Really helps take the stress out of a hard day

I think your laugh would make her laugh harder. Then make you laugh harder, which makes her laugh-

Okay you get the point. It's like a whole loop

JAX:

Now this man can be a real jokester. Sure a lot of his jokes revolve around some level of meanness and teasing, so theres a chance your senses of humor may clash against one another. Afterall, humor that relies on making fun of people isnt for everyone and it can only go so far until it steps into bullying territory. Similar to caine, you two have a "joke off"

I think he would either find your laugh really goofy, or annoying. No in between though it may vary by the day. Probably gives you a nickname based on what your laugh sounds like

KINGER:

He gives dad vibes so by law he has to enjoy dad jokes, that's his humor. Bad cheesy jokes are his go to. I don't think he himself makes many jokes, given his current state,but I think he does appreciate it when you go off and tell him a bunch of jokes

I think if you had a really distinct or intense laugh it would catch him off guard, but ultimately he grows used to it

ZOOBLE:

Doesnt really understand how you can laugh at literally anything. Well, unless its jax getting karma for his antics.. then maybe they would laugh along with you. As funny as they think you are, I dont think they would be able to listen to jokes and funny stories every day for an extended period of time. Zooble had a short social battery imo and they do like their alone time. Nothing against you, this is just how they are!

Very similar to jax in regards to your laugh, just without the nickname portion. I think they would feel just a touch bad if your laugh happens to irritate them, they at least understand you cant really. Change your laugh

GANGLE:

Ohohohoh when she had her comedy mask, you guys are bouncing off one another like in Caines piece! However when her comedy mask is broken and shes shedding tears, your jokes can still make her lighten up just a bit.. so hey at least its helping someone..!

Honestly she kind of finds your laugh endearing. It's just so genuine and open, you dont try to hide your laugh or suppress it or try to change it. I dunno, maybe I'm putting too much thought into gangle having a mask that literally effects her mood and demeanor, but I think she would wish she could be as open as you

.. or maybe she just thinks you're cute

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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spookyscaryskidnpump · 25 days

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my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL. Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

#spookymisc.txt #spooky month #spooky month 6 #spooky month 6 spoilers #sm6 #sm spoilers #not tagging all the characters cuz theres too many mentioned #anyway CRYING.

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burntb4bydoll · 9 months

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WOAHH NO WAY IM ACTUALLY WRITING FOR ONCE?!?!?? CRAZYYYYY!!!! This is my first time writing for Ville so im sorry if it feels super inaccurate!!😭

Ville Valo general dating headcannons

•ok so hes a bit of a grump…

•hes just got a lot of attitude so it seems like hes pissed off a lot of the time but hes actually a big softie🤭

•LOVES to keep his arm around you when you go out in public (hes also subtly squeezing your ass and boobs the whole time but he likes to act all innocent afterwards🙄)

•lots of interviewers like to bring up your relationship and sometimes they talk about you very passive aggressively, and he absolutely despises it. He quickly shuts them down by interrupting them , making very rude and stand-offish comments towards them until they change the subject

•and yk his petty ass wont let it go so the rest of the interview is so awkward

•he also laughs every time some female interviewer flirts with him. HE CANT HELP IT ITS JUST SO AWKWARD AND FUNNY TO HIM (hes trying his best to be respectful he just cant hold it in for long😭)

•you probably have to clean his house a lot cuz he doesn’t do it and like HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SHIT… ITS A WRECK.

•Ville is often found on the couch writing new songs, and he loves when you come and sit next to him while he does it. Hes a busy man so its one a the few times you get to have a moment of silence with him

•lorddd ik that man REAKS of cigarettes, alcohol and probably a bit of sweat😭 you gotta make him shower with you most times cuz he hates it and wont do it on his own🙄

•yall seen that beanie he wore over that greasy ass hair? Yeah, he likes to sneak up behind you and pull it over your head so that it completely covers your face. He thinks hes absolutely hilarious😐 that shit smells so bad like sweat and dirty hair pls wash it for your own sake.

•honestly i cant see him being huge on fancy dates. I feel like he would prefer to just go on a walk at nighttime or go to some random bar instead

•that doesn’t mean hes not romantic tho. Everyone knows just how romantic he can be

•he’ll draw/paint you little pictures and write a short little poem for you alongside it. Hes very thoughtful and romantic about it

•gives very specific compliments. Its never just “you look pretty” it’s always something very thought out and sweet.

•he doesn’t realize it, but his voice always gets so much softer and sweeter when he talks to you. One second he’ll be arguing with someone and cussing them out but the second he sees you hes all like “oh hi my love, I’ve been wondering where you were” in the most gentle tone ever

•can and will write you songs that only you’re allowed to hear. He wants you to feel special so he keeps his super meaningful songs about you private.

•although he will write songs about you and actually release them ofc

•would totally get a tattoo dedicated to you

(AHHH IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS IM SCARED ITS GONNA BE SO INACCURATE AND CRINGY.)

#ville valo #ville valo smut #ville valo x reader #ville valo fanfic #HIM #his infernal majesty

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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The pillars reactions to their traine thats super physicaly strong (like raw strength)

Their in a spar match and they just pick them up and bitch slam them on the floor straight on their back 😭

hii, i only write for 4 of the pillars, (mitsuri, obanai, sanemi and muichirou) so if they arent the specific onws you wanted im sorry abt that. here you go though 🤲🏼.

obanai, mitsuri, muichiro and sanemi with a vv physically strong trainee!

obanai:

• uhm excuse me... what the hell???? 🤠

• hes so confused

• if you could body slam the shit out of him why are you trying to train under him???

• like for all that you can rip the demons head off with with your hands! you dont need to learn how to wield a sword from him 😭.

• when oyakata first brought you to obanai to be his trainee he genuinely thought you were weak too ☠️.

• mans was like, "ha look at this dumbass they dont even know how to wield a sword 🥱"

• and you probably heard him bc that body slam seemed so personal-

• hes sorry just dont do that again, hell teach you serpent breath and everything :,).

mitsuri:

• omgomg OMGGGG

• shes always wanted a trainee! shes so exciteddd

• she almost forgot she had to spar with you to test your current skill. she just wanted to get straight into teaching you breath of love or helping you make your own breathing technique!

• but obanai reminded her and here we are now.

• shes still excited though! she even emphasized not to go easy on her, so you sadly had to body slam the nicest woman alive.

• but shes not mad, shes actually so impressed.

• shes extremely physically strong too you know! shed probably challenge you to a sparring match without weapons, who knows who will win! probably not you.

• anyway she thinks youre extremely cool and shes excited to see how strong youll be with a sword!

muichiro:

• see he was supposed to start your training like... last week? he doesnt know, he forgot.

• another thing he forgot, like mitsuri, was that he had to spar with you. unlike her though he didnt forget because he was excited he just deadass forgot.

• once yall were starting and he saw you didnt have a sword he immediately got defensive.

• hes forgetful not dumb, oyakata would not make him train you if you werent strong. so that means if you cant use a sword your probably as strong as the fuckin hulk.

• so since hes prepared, you probably wont be able to get to body slam him, but for the sake of this hc lets say you do.

• hes more annoyed than anything ☠️.

• hes like, "wtf that was mad uncalled for. now my back hurts. i cant even watch the clouds now because it hurts for me to lay down bc of you, dickhead."

• i hc sassy muichirou

• hell forgive you eventually probably.

sanemi:

• i love sanemi i promise not more than muichiro 🙄 but he would be the biggest dh ever.

• hed def be like "now why the actual fuck would i train a dumbass that doesnt even know how to use a sword??? you have to be really fucking talentless to-"

• he got bodyslammed before he could finish.

• contrary to probably what everyone would think, he smiles.

• he probablys like, "okay maybe i was being a douche, you might have a little potential."

• thats the best your gonna get from him so take it.

• in the end you got some respect from sanemi shinazugawa himself, be proud.

masterpost

#obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x reader #x reader #iguro obanai x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader

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asingleflyingfuck · 4 months

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Random BSD Headcanons bc I have thoughts and don’t feel like sorting them

ALL SFW & NO TW/CWs

I’m probably not going to elaborate in this post but probably in another or let me know if there are specific ones you want me to elaborate on

I’m starting with my trans headcanons bc of a tiktok and it’s all that’s been on my mind

Transfem Sigma is great and I love it but I raise you

Intersex Sigma

Thank you @/skyj80 on tiktok for this one

Also from video: Transmasc Kunikida

He gives off strong he/they energy

You know who else gives off he/they energy?

POE

Also enby Ranpo

Specifically amab

Will probably elaborate on that one at some point

Also transfem Lucy and Kouyou

I LOVE TRANSFEM KOUYOU

ALSO TRANSMASC FUKUZAWA

GIVE ME MORE OLDER TRANS CHARACTERS PLEASE

Transmasc Chuuya has my heart

Also genderfluid Dazai

Wouldn’t give a fuck about pronouns

I know I said I wouldn’t elaborate but I have to for one part of this

It’s like kind of related but could also not be

Dazai in dresses but can’t wear heels for shit

He’s like a baby deer trying to walk

Y’all see how he’s built

Chuuya on the other hand

Walks like a fucking pro

Moving on

AUTISM

I have it so they must have it

Kunikida (obvi)

Ranpo and Poe (tism4tism but opposite parts of the spectrum)

Speaking of Ranpo

I think Fukuzawa is allistic OR undiagnosed

Super supportive tho and does tons of research and asking Ranpo questions and for his opinion on things

Akutagawa but he masks

Like this man masks so fucking hard

Def elaborating later

Speaking of masking

Dazai

Will also be elaborating

Oda

Probably won’t elaborate

Louisa. May. Alcott.

I cant think of any others rn but if I do they’ll be in an elaborated post

Moving on once again to just some general headcanons

Tecchou has ageusia aka loss of taste

You can’t tell me that man tastes the food combos he makes

Doesn’t explain the way he eats hard boiled eggs tho

Dazai has alexithymia

And chronic pain after Meursault

ALSO uses some sort of mobility aid and is really fucking stubborn about it

Chuuya has chronic pain from using corruption

Kunikida has chronic pain in his hands after getting them back

(psst. can you tell I have chronic pain?)

Fukuzawa acts like a dad to everyone but mainly in small ways

Hirotsu is like a dad to Black Lizard

MORI CAN SUCK MY FUCKING DICK THAT MAN IS NO FATHER FIGURE TO ANYONE

Fukuzawa feeds the local stray cats

They’ll follow him around parts of the city if he’s nearby

Dazai sometimes feeds the cats with him but they don’t tend to follow him

Kunikida helps with ADA budgeting

He also gives math lessons to Kenji & Kyouka

He’ll tutor anyone who needs help, mainly Atsushi

Speaking of Atsushi

I think he likes Pokémon

Please don’t ask me to elaborate for I simply cannot give an explanation of any sort

Ranpo has 2 snack drawers in his desk

One that anyone can take out of with his permission (mainly Kenji, Kyouka, Atsushi, & Yosano. Fukuzawa can as well he just doesn’t)

The second is for him and him only

Dazai knows a shit ton of languages bc he got bored one day and decided to learn

Going off of this, Chuuya knows French so Dazai never bothered to learn it & just had Chuuya translate if it ever came up

Kyouka loves Sanrio & has assigned everyone in the agency a character

She also has everyone’s crepe orders memorized

Dazai & Ranpo do puzzle races to see who can complete them the fastest

Dazai & Junichiro teach Kenji, Atsushi, & Kyouka their favorite video games

That’s all for now bc it’s like 2am and I can’t think of anymore rn. Tho I’ll probably post another one like this when I do think of more.

I will most likely elaborate on the autistic headcanons and fukudad but let me know if there are any others I should elaborate on!!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #trans headcanons #autistic headcanons #headcanons #bsd dazai #bsd kunikida #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #bsd chuuya #bsd fukuzawa #bsd kyouka #fukudad

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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Can I ask for Steven x Avenger reader? I have the idea in my head but I cant write so if you could that would be so awesome. so reader is an ex avenger and has the ability to read minds and maybe Marc and Steven are arguing over taking about readers past and reader reads their thoughts so she can hear them both at the same time? bonus if you could add some smut in too? sorry this is long and only write if you’re comfortable with it. Thank you anyway

Late night talking

Afab reader x Steven Grant / afab reader x Marc Spector ( background )

Not my gif

A/N- I LOVE ME A SUPER SPECIFIC REQUEST. Layla is mentioned but layla and Marc were never married, she’s readers friend. Oh also my first full reader insert one shot and not Drabble ever so that’s fun. Also my first time writing smut in YEARS. Go easy on me.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, afab reader, vague mentions of reader having trauma but nothing specific, DID as shown via the show moonknight and not medically accurate, smut- unprotected p in v , oral ( f receiving ). Think that’s all.

Word count: 4.9k

Masterlist- requests open!

Reblogs and comment greatly appreciated <3

When you woke up it was raining outside. The window open, a bit of a breeze coming through and the sounds of the evening traffic going by outside. Someone nearby was playing music, just far enough away that you could catch the beat but not quite guess the song. Music was playing somewhere in the flat too, and you could hear the sound of pages flicking in a book.

You opened your eyes and stretched, rolling your neck to ease the stiffness that had settled from your slightly odd position. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep for so long, just a quick nap you’d said before dropping off. But the night before you had been up until dawn, studying a long list of stolen artefacts from a dig site.

The boys no longer had Khonshu leering over their shoulders constantly and you no longer had obligations to the Avengers. But after a few months of long awaited normality. You’d actually gotten a little bored. And Layla had convinced you to dabble in the art of vigilante work again.

During the blip when what was left of the avengers had scattered, you’d teamed up with Layla and helped her recover stolen artefacts. Return them to their rightful owners out of the hands of people who wished to sell them on, ruining her fathers work as they did. It was how you’d met Marc. Both hunting for the scarab.

So when she’d asked you to assist her again after all the mess with Harrow…. Who were you to turn her down? You had nothing better to do really… and you were doing a good deed. In a round about way.

A glance at the alarm clock by the bed told you it was 8:57pm. You sighed knowing you’d be up all night again now, but at least you’d had some rest. You pushed yourself up and rubbed at your eyes, spotting what you automatically knew was Steven at his desk. The glasses perched on his nose and the way he was looking down at his book, you’d know it was Steven a mile off.

Marc hadn’t fronted for a couple days, in a sulk because he had wanted to go straight to Egypt again but Layla and Steven had agreed it wasn’t a great idea yet. Apparently the relics that had been stolen had a whole number of rumours surrounding them, curses and spells that shouldn’t be taken likely. Going in blind would only end badly.

Marc thought it was all bullshit, a way to scare away any wannabe thief. You and Steven knew better and decided to do some research first.

Steven hadn’t noticed you were awake yet, nose too deep in his book as he hummed along to the song playing. The room was dimly lit, the light from the fish tank, a string of fairy lights above the bed and Stevens desk lamp the only light in the room.

You slipped out of bed and over to the desk, stretching your arms out as you went. You only had a pair of pyjama shorts and one of Marcs shirts on and the chill from the window made goosebumps rise on your legs. Steven looked up as you reached the desk, slipping around the side to where he was sat. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek

“ hi “ you said softly, smiling at how cute he looked in his glasses.

“ You Alright love? “ he said with a warm smile and put his book down, pulling off his glasses. He pushed his chair back slightly already anticipating you wanting to climb into his lap. Which you did, slipping around his chair and sitting sideways on, looping your arms around his neck “ sleep well yeah? “

“ yeah. Probably going to be another all nighter though, you should have woken me up “ you said with a sigh and reached to brush some of his curls from his forehead.

“ you needed some sleep. Thought it was best to leave you be “ you smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to his nose in thanks.

“ what’re you reading? “ you asked with a nod towards the open book on his desk.

“ ugh traditional tomb curses “

“ cheery stuff “ you said with a tilt of your head, looking over at the book, picking it up with your free hand.

“ Egyptian afterlife stuff is easy but Layla thinks this group had some like mad idea about the afterlife bigger than the standard beliefs. They really wanted to protect their things but they also had these proper crazy ideas about magic, and would curse their tombs and the items inside of it. Like twice as much as what the standard practices were. Thought we should know about them before we go lookin for this stuff, but there’s not much Information beyond the standard practices in here. Maybe Layla will know more. Well. Hope she does. Don’t wanna get cursed now do we? “ he said with a little laugh as he held the other side of the book.

“ she knows just about everything there is to know about tombs. I’m sure she’ll have more information for us “ you said and turned the page “ I’ll book our flights tomorrow “ You noticed him glance towards the picture frame on the desk, a picture of you, his reflection a little visable “ Marc talking? “ you asked.

“ yeah “

“ what’s he saying? “ you asked softly moving your face closer to his as if you could see Marc in the frame too. Which of course you couldn’t, though sometimes you wished you could “ being miserable still? “ you teased, making Steven chuckle. He shrugged.

“ he thinks we’re being stupid and over cautious. He still thinks we should’ve gone out there already “ you placed the book back on the desk and sighed.

“ Marc you might wanna remember you don’t have a powerful healing suit anymore. And even if your did I don’t think it’d work on curses. Research is needed not head first charging into a possible waiting curse “ Stevens eyes remained trained on the frame, obviously listening to what Marc was saying “ go on what’s he saying now? “

“ I’m not repeating that “ Steven said to the picture frame and you rolled your eyes.

“ stop sulking “ you said towards the frame before turning to Steven again “ hes just jealous because we’re smarter and don’t wanna get a fucking curse “

“ right. And so much for us not having protection, you don’t either. You have your little magic thing but… won’t stop you getting cursed. Will it? “ he said quietly.

“ no. It won’t. And it’s not magic “ you said with a smile. He nodded and seemed to be deliberating on saying something else, the familiar look on his face as the cogs turned in his head.

“ talking of your powers…. actually was. Well. Was looking into things about- about your powers and. Is that okay I mean- “ he said suddenly, taking you slightly off guard. You didn’t really talk about it much. After all you’d known Marc first, he had been the one you had told. You just assumed he had told Steven all there was to know.

“ what did you find? “ you asked quietly and looked at him hesitantly. Steven definitely knew the majority of what you had been through, knew how and where your powers came from. Marc, he knew it in all its gritty and gruesome details. But you were always scared to tell Steven everything. You wondered what Marc had told him exactly. Maybe not a lot seeing he’d gotten curious and gone searching himself.

“ well I- Marc had some of your files. The coded ones. And after what Harrow had said back in Egypt. I was just curious I’m sorry “ Harrow had taken great pride in telling Steven that you were not to be trusted. That you were dangerous. You were a little hurt that Steven had gone snooping rather than just asking you. But you couldn’t be mad. You couldn’t blame him for his curiosity.

“ it’s okay “ you said softly. His arm that was around your waist tightened a little, his fingers fidgeting nervously.

“ what they did to you- “

“ Steven.. “

“ y/n. What they made you do I- “ he sighed and glanced at the picture frame again “ do you have… are those memories still in there? Is that why you have nightmares sometimes? “ you hadn’t spoken about your time in Hydra for a very long time. And now see Steven looking so hurt to even think about it? It made your heart ache. You were holding back tears at the look of pure sadness and despair on his face. You nodded slightly.

“ yeah. It’s still in there. That’s my nightmares “ his hand rose up to touch your temple gently.

“ wish I could take it all out “ his fingers drummed lightly against your skin and you closed your eyes for a moment, opening them to see Stevens eyes fixed on you “ just pluck it all out. Throw it away “ he dropped your eye contact for a moment and you knew Marc was talking to him. You hoped he wasn’t mad at Steven for asking. Talking was good he’d been the one to tell you that.

“ you okay? What’s he saying to you? “

“ wants to front “ he mumbled, seemingly fighting to keep him back and out of the metaphorical driving seat. They didn’t fight each off much anymore, quite happy and seamless in their switching. But sometimes, like in that moment, the other didn’t want to let the other out “ he said I shouldn’t be prying “

Stevens brow furrowed and he threw an annoyed look at the picture frame again, clearly Marc wasn’t giving up. You sighed, knowing Marc would just overwhelm Steven if he didn’t give over.

“ let me read? “ you asked quietly, your finger tips slipping into his hair. You never read minds without consent, especially theirs. Steven gave a small nod and you closed your eyes, both hands slipping into his hair to cradle his head. You always got a clearer read on them when you had contact with them. You took a deep breath, your fingertips ready to caress his brain and sort through the chaos inside.

It always took a moment to sort out where Marc began and Steven ended, even more so if Jake decided he wanted to be close to the front- Which was very rare-but once you did it was easy and clear. “ don’t go shy on me now Marc “ you mumbled, tilting your head as if to concentrate more and prod at the correct part of their brain.

He shouldn’t be meddling Marc’s voice flowed over your fingers and into your own mind like warm water.

“ I’m not. I was only asking “ Steven protested, a pout evident in his voice.

“ he’s allowed to be curious. He’s allowed to know. I love you. Both of you… we don’t keep secrets “

You don’t need your trauma digging back up again

“ that’s not your decision to make Marc “ sternness filtered into your words.

He shouldn’t be reading the files. He should’ve asked you if he’s so desperate to know you partially agreed on that but you didn’t want to make Steven feel bad for being curious.

“ maybe you shouldn’t have kept them “

“ I deserve to know to “ Steven spoke up again, his hold on your waist getting a little tighter. Possessive almost “ she’s my girlfriend too “

“ Steven. Calm down “ you sighed.

Fine. But if you scare him? It’s on you y/n your eyes flew open at that, fingers slipping from his hair as you disconnected from their mind.

“ y/n “ Steven grabbed your hands gently as you pulled away. You were always terrified of scaring him, always worried that your dark past would have him running from you. Marc accepted it. His own past was just as murky maybe even more so. But Steven? Marc had let him live a warm and sheltered life. He didn’t know hardships and death and despair. You were always worried one day he’d discover something that meant he’d never look at you the same way again.

“ Steven. I don’t want you to be afraid of me “ you almost whispered, those tears brimming in your eyes again.

“ what? Love, I’d never be afraid of you” he took your hand in his and pressed his lips to your fingertips “ I love you. Powers and past and everythin I- I love you so much. Exactly as you are “ your fingers brushed over his jaw with the hand he wasn’t holding, his eyes locking into yours with so much love and admiration it made your heart ache.

He knew what had happened to you. The things you had done. And yet he still looked at you like that? He had far too much goodness in his heart. Those eyes looked at you as if you were a goddess before him, some perfect being made just for him.

It was different to the way Marc looked at you, similar but somehow different. Marc adored you, loved you with all he had. He just didnt know how to show it as well. Steven practically worshipped the ground you walked on, and was more than happy to show the world that too “ I just want to understand you. You help me when I.. freak out. I wanna be able to help you, yeah? “

You closed your eyes and sighed a little but nodded.

“ I know. I’m sorry “ you cupped his face in your hands “ I love you too. For the record “

“ love you more “ you smiled and shrugged, taking the chance to change the subject. There had been enough discussion of your past for one night.

“ yeah? Prove it “ Stevens eyes flitted over to the picture frame again and you reached over, placing it face down “ don’t listen to him right now. Let him sulk “ Steven nodded and laced his fingers with yours “ focus on me “ the atmosphere had shifted slightly, his cheeks already flushing pink.

“ right yeah. Right “ you smiled at how awkward he still was. With Marc you were constantly fighting him for who was in control of the situation, often losing to him simply because you let him. It was different with Steven. Even now. Even after over a year since you had first met him.

“ or do you wanna. Wanna tell me more about the.. the curses? “ you asked softly, faltering slightly at the way his eyes were watching you now. He was like a lovesick puppy. You knew his answer already. But had to ask.

“ no. Wanna kiss you actually “ a smile pulled at your lips and you nodded slightly, cupping his cheek with your hand and leaning in. He always kissed so gently, like you were delicate and easily broken. It was a strong contrast to Marc. They were both so different. It was what you loved about them. How they showed their love in different ways.

Stevens hand pulled lightly at your hips, pulling you closer but still too nervous to really do anything. You took the hint and shuffled slightly so that you straddled him in his chair. His hands fell onto your hips, kneading gently, your fingers slipping up and lacing into his curls.

You rocked your hips lightly against him, testing the waters on whether or not he actually wanted to do anything other than make out. The way his own hips chased after yours gave the answer you wanted. You could feel him growing hard beneath you and he moaned into your mouth at the friction you were causing. You ground your hips down harder, seeing what sounds you could pull from him.

As usual he soon got more comfortable and his fingers slid under your- well. Marcs- shirt. His lips found your neck, gentle wet kisses to your skin but never ever marking you. That was Marcs job. Steven refused to lay a marking finger on you, Marc liked to litter your body in bites and bruises shaped like his fingers.

“ Steven “ you breathed out as his hands made their way up your back, bunching the shirt up as they went.

“ can I take- y/n- “ his fragmented question came with a light tug to the shirt.

“ yes. Yes please “ it was over your head quickly and he took a moment to marvel at your bare chest. Gazing at you as if you were a piece of art plucked right out of the museum.

“ Steven “

“ bloody perfect you are “ he almost whispered “ absolutely bloody perfect “ he leant forward, pressing more kisses across your throat and down your chest, his hands cupping your breasts gently. Always so scared of hurting. You tilted your head back, hair falling from your face as he took a nipple into his mouth.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, taking note of every sound you made, worshipping every part of you. You ground your hips down on him again, his suckling halting briefly at the feeling, a stuttering breath leaving him. You were certain you’d already soaked through your panties. Maybe even your shorts. He always wound you up ridiculously fast. You wondered if he could feel it.

“ would you piss off for just a bit? “ Steven suddenly grumbled and you looked back to him, confusion on your features.

“ Marc? “ you questioned, fingers raking through his curls as he looked up at you. He hummed an answer, turning to kiss you softly “ he’s listening? Talking to you? “ he nodded “ don’t listen. Focus on me. Okay? “ he nodded again and you trailed your hands down his chest and had his shirt over his head in seconds “ you’re so pretty “ you said softly, knowing it always made him melt. Marc hated it, you said it when you wanted to piss him off and have his way with you. But Steven loved it, had him eating out the palm of your hand.

He keened at the word, a breathy whimper leaving him. He closed his eyes as you held his head and brought him up to kiss you again “ so pretty “ you whispered between kisses, one hand tugging at his curls and the other trailing down his bare chest.

“ y/n “ he almost whined, rutting up against you as your fingers trailed along the waist band of his sweatpants. His fingers ghosted over your shorts, a testing press that made you gasp “ so wet “ he said mostly to himself. That confirmed your earlier query of soaking through the thin material of your shorts. He kissed you again and was tugging at your shorts with more confidence a second later. You helped him wiggle them down your legs, taking your panties with them, before placing yourself back on his lap.

His lips were back on you instantly, nudging his leg up against your now bare cunt as you rocked against him. You were definitely leaving a mark on his sweatpants, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

His thoughts were loud, you weren’t even trying to read him but with your hand on his neck it was impossible not to. Maybe it was because Marc was clearly still trying to push his way to the front, maybe it was because of how intimate the entire evening had been. You didn’t know. But there was no ignoring Marc’s voice as it flowed over you.

Sit her on the desk. Go on you didn’t know whether to laugh or whine. Marc was talking him through it. You wondered how long he’d been guiding him. And if he’d done it before. Steven still seemed hesitant as his hands slid around to hold hips again she’ll like it trust me he didn’t move straight away. Only deepened your kisses, letting you slip your tongue into the warmth of his mouth. You were certain you were soaking his sweatpants now and yet he still seemed too nervous to do anything. Even with Marcs prompts mate you need to touch her. You were going to get yourself off on his thigh if he kept up what he was doing.

It wasn’t like you’d never slept with him before. Gods there had been countless times. But he was always the same. Always nervous. Always gentle and scared. You didn’t know why. It was always in bed too. Marc took you wherever he felt like, any flat surface was good enough for you two. So this was new for Steven. Not that you were complaining.

“ Steven “ you said breathlessly, pulling away and holding his face in your hands “ need you. Need you right now “ that breathy whimper left his lips again and it seemed to urge him forward. He reached behind you and moved the book he’d been reading, with far too much care but you’d expect nothing less from him, before hoisting you up. Clearly taking Marcs idea. You shivered slightly, the cool wood of the desk a stark contrast to the warmth of his lap.

His lips were on you again, but only briefly.

“ can I taste you? “ he asked, eyes wide and practically pleading. You almost moaned just at the idea, nodding perhaps a little too enthusiastically at his request.

“ yes. Yes Steven please “ He pressed another kiss to your lips before dropping onto his knees, never letting his hands leave you. He pulled you to the edge of the desk and carefully pushed your legs apart.

His eyes didn’t leave you once as he pressed soft, wet kisses to your thighs. You clenched around nothing just at the sight. This man would be the death of you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he drew closer, his own hot breath fanning over you and making you shiver again. His fingers carefully spread you apart, His nose brushing against your clit. Your head fell back with a soft whine.

“ Steven “ he was still watching you intently as he licked a slow stripe between your folds, eliciting the most beautiful sounds from your mouth.

“ so good “ he mumbled against you, confidence seemingly drowning him as he began to devour you as if you were his final meal. He’d always been good at eating you out, it was always his favourite thing. To please you. He’d quite happily give you orgasm after orgasm without even bothering about himself. He’d go at it for hours, making you come over and over until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“ fuck- Steven- “ you gasped, hands sliding into his hair and tugging on his curls. He looked beautiful like that, giving you every ounce of his devotion, wide eyes still trained on your face “ pretty “ you breathed “ so pretty for me “ he had you on the edge unbelievably fast, even Marc couldn’t bring you so close so fast. And he’d known you far longer. Steven truly was a god when it came to pussy eating. You were certain.

“ taste so good “ he mumbled, eyes still trained on you “ so fuckin good “

When he slowly slid a finger into you you moaned so loud they probably heard you two floors down, even more so when a second quickly followed. His mouth was still preoccupied with your clit, and the mix of his tongue and his thick fingers curling up inside of you was too much. You could never get anything going with your own fingers, but his were magic you were sure “ Steven So. Close “ you whined.

He curled his fingers again, hitting the perfect spot that was your undoing and barely a minute later you were coming. Hard. You clenched your thighs around his head, moans loudly falling from your throat before you could bother to care about the open window. Steven continued to lap at you gently, helping to ride you though it and make sure every single second lasted as long as possible.

As usual he didn’t stop until you pushed at his head gently, too over stimulated for any more. He leant his head against your thigh as you came down, catching your breath. You looked down at him, chin glistening and a dopey lovesick expression on his face.

“ okay love? “ you gave a small laugh and nodded. You ran a hand over his hair and then nudged your fingers under his chin, urging him to stand again. He stood up from the floor and kissed you, making you moan into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his lips.

You felt him grind his crotch against your leg with a whimper, his surely painful erection clearly apparent.

“ it’s hurts? “ you asked, pulling away slightly and he whimpered, a small nod of the head following “ I got you babe it’s okay “ you pushed at his sweatpants, freeing his cock and taking it in your hand. The tip was swollen and red, leaking precum over your hand, you stroked him slowly watching his shoulders slacken slightly at the small relief in the pressure.

“ y/n. Y/n please “ he whispered, eyes scrunched close.

“ do you want my mouth? “ you asked as you placed kisses to his neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin.

“ need to be inside you. Please “ you smiled at how polite he was, even then.

“ okay baby okay “ You said and nodded, spreading your legs a little further and lining him up at your soaked entrance. His hands fell to your hips, fingertips pressing into your flesh “ look at me “ you locked eyes with him as he pushed in, eyes fluttering closed briefly at the stretch but opening again as you inhaled deeply. He pushed in until you were filled to the brim, moaning into your ear in a way you were certain would make you come again in an instant. His body flush against yours and holding it for a moment.

“ okay? “

“ yes. Yes. So good baby I promise “ you whispered, your hand gripping at the curls in the nape of his neck.

And then he was moving. A gentle pace but so bruisingly deep you knew you’d be aching in a few hours time. His lips covered your skin, his hands roaming as if he wanted to touch every single part of you.

You rolled your hips to meet him, one of his hands gripping tightly at your hip and breathy whimpers leaving his mouth. With your hand on his neck you could hear Marc talking again, but you were too engrossed in Steven to listen to him. But his slight increase in speed gave you an idea of what he had said. It was still an agonising pace though, each long deep thrust hitting that spot just right “ fuck Steven “ You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him as close and deep as possible

“ so good. So good for me love. So good” he rambled into your ear, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. He was so gentle compared to Marc. One of his hands grabbed at yours, linking your fingers together, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles “ look at you. Look so beautiful “ you almost wanted to laugh. He was calling you beautiful when he was stood right there looking like that? His curly hair a mess, parted lips all kiss swollen and pink. That was beauty. From the way he looked to the sounds he was making.

His moans went straight to your core, they were your favourite sound on earth. He had been embarrassed at first, but you’d made sure he knew just how much you loved him being vocal. Loved every single sound you could pull from him, every whimper and whine, every moan and stuttered breath. Nothing gave you more pleasure than knowing you making him sound like that. No one else. You.

“ can we- can. Want you to ride me “ he stuttered, cheeks flushing even warmer if that were even possible. You nodded and pressed another bruising kiss to his lips.

He stopped briefly, picking you up and sitting back down in his chair. He always did love watching you ride him.

You held his shoulders, rising almost completely off of him before dropping back down. He seemed mesmerised as he watched you get into a steady pace, rolling your hips against him.

“ so fuckin good look at you “ His hands found your breasts again, squeezing and pinching your nipples before smothering them in kisses “ so beautiful so perfect “ Marc was an ass man, but Steven? He’d have his face between your tits all day if he could. You guessed that was why he loved you on top so much.

“ fuck you’re so good “ you whined, angling your hips so that his cock was so deep inside you it made you see stars. You almost wanted to cry at the feeling of complete and utter pleasure rippling through you.

A familiar pressure was building, tightening inside of you, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Thankfully he seemed to be same.

He was still sucking at your nipple but his hands were back on your hips, holding you as he began thrusting up into you.

“ so close Steven. Please make me come please “ you whined and pulled his head up, pressing your forehead to his as his thrusts grew sloppy. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing slow circles, revelling in the way your lips parted in pleasure.

“ want you to come for me. Come on love you can do it. Come for me, let me see how pretty you look when you come” that was enough for that pressure to explode, your orgasm crashing into you. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder as he kept thrusting, drawing it out as long as possible, your eyes screwed shut as you cried out his name. Neighbours be dammed.

He slowed down to a deeper and agonisingly slow pace when you opened your eyes again, his hands running up and down your back.

“ almost there. Can you keep going for me love? “ you nodded and brushed your nose against his, closing your eyes as your sensitive walls clenched around him “ knew you could. So good for me “ his pace picked up again and you looped your arms around his neck, as his cock thrust into your sensitive cunt a few more times “ y/n- need to. Can I- inside? “ his broken question was punctuated by breathy moans, his brow furrowing.

“ yes. Come inside me baby I know you need to” two more thrusts and he was gone holding your hips tightly to keep himself as deep as possible. His orgasm wracking his body and shooting hot ropes of come over your walls.

His head dropped to your shoulder as his grip on tou loosened, breathing heavily as he came down. Shaking slightly. You wrapped your arms around him, a hand slipping into his hair. You pressed a kiss to his temple and smiled.

“ you okay? “ you asked softly, running your fingers through his curls and pressing more kisses to his head. He didn’t answer for a moment, just held you.

“ bloody perfect “ he said with a goofy smile, lifting his head from your shoulder and dropping a gentle kiss to your swollen lips. You giggled, shaking your head.

“ goof “ you dropped a gentle kiss to his nose, his forehead and his lips, cupping his face in your hands “ shall we go take a shower? “ he wrapped his arms tightly around you and shook his head, dropping his face into your neck.

“ in a minute. Just stay for a sec yeah? “ you ran your fingers through his hair and wondered if you’d actually be able to stand a shower, your entire body felt like jelly “ I’m sorry for prying earlier “ he said softly, lifting his head, looking at you with those beautiful brown puppy eyes of his.

“ it’s okay you deserved to know. But you can always ask me about any of that you know. It’s okay “ he nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You didn’t want to talk about it now though and he seemed to get the picture.

“ shower yeah? “ you previous worry about standing was washed away as he scooped you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom with a million whispered I love you’s on the way.

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itsaspectrumcomic · 3 months

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man ok idk if youll be able to advise on this or something but like. do you know anything regarding dealing with like internalised ableism?

i live in a rural part of ireland, right? and idk what it is about rural ireland but some of the people are heinous. my school is in a small miserable-ass town and like. God, man. not everyone sucks, of course but like. jesus lol additionally i have a ~mildly ableist~ mother (a "we're all a little bit autistic" and "erm. youre not disabled because youre not in a wheelchair or blind/deaf" etc etc type stuff. + "npd = bad person" which isnt particularly good for me specifically because i have npd (that i both Cant get an official diagnosis for, for various reasons, and im not really Looking for one either because i know what i am and its not like you get support for it because ~ooh scary narcissist~.)

and like. idk if this is Obvious but that can kinda cause a weird-ass relationship with You (being Me in this case, yk how it is with the second person perspective when. ranting) and The Concept Of Being Disabled. like, objectively. im disabled. im autistic, ive definitely got adhd (that im hopefully going to get examined for at some point cause college stuff requires it for the disability forums and stuff. gotta love that. fuckin 80% comorbidity right?), ive got a laughable number of repetative strain injuries, i have a sensory processing disorder, an endocrine disease that effects my Entire cardiovascular system, a spine that felt a lil quirky and bent in too much. so on a so forth

but also like. it feels wrong to call myself disabled. yk, like im doing a disservice to all the other ~actually~ disabled people (being Anyone but me lol) (none of this is At All helped by the fact that my mother refuses to listen to me regarding Jack Shit about my health in Any way. "oh you nearly passed out on top of a hill because of your cardiovascular condition? erm youre just not exercising enough actually" "you dont have depression [said while i was filling out an assigned mood diary after being forcefully brought to camhs for Reasons" like. shut the fuck up and Listen to me please. at least Entertain the idea that i could be right about something for fucking once lmao. cause ive been right about EVERYTHING regarding my mental health so fucking far so. fuck off /nay ofc) (also man. like, even if you ignored the physical issues ive got im still disabled on account of being autistic. like, motor function is fine, despite being a lil clumsy and/or unsteady sometimes but like. my emotional needs are Fucked. think of the response youd get if you asked a. fuckin. 8 year old or something to do algebra. but with a very emotionally stunted and traumatised 17 year old lol. lmao, even /lh)

so like. if youve got. any advice or whatever on any of this thatd be Super cool + no pressure obvs. sorry this is a whole. like. fucking essay's worth of Random Guy Complaining To You On The Internet lol

-🐢 <- just so i can find this again if you respond. i Like Turtles. i am Normal about the tmnt and also turtles The Creatures. i wont talk at length about turtle mutant anatomy (i am deceiving you)

Internalised ableism is a really hard thing to deal with, especially when you're surrounded by people who constantly re-enforce it. I've also spent a lot of time worrying that I'm not disabled 'enough' to deserve certain accommodations, that I'm making an unnecessary fuss. But the truth is, autism IS a disability and if there are accommodations that can help support you, you deserve access to them. You're not taking away from others with disabilities by advocating for yourself.

It's taken me a long time to understand this and I still worry sometimes. What has helped is talking about my experiences with people I know understand, like my therapist or best friend, and learning about the experiences of other autistic people through books, social media, YouTube and even real life.

I'm sorry your mother and others aren't being understanding - remember that's a them problem, not you, and try to spend your time with people who do understand.

🐢🐢🐢 <- the turtles wish you luck

#🐢#ask #anon ask #autism #actually autistic #advice #autistic #autism is a disability #its a spectrum #long post

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enden-k · 2 months

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endennnn hihihihihihihi i know you would be really biased in answering this but I am at the same crossroads I was almost a year earlier idk whether to pull for alhaitham or kazuha bestie but i would like your very very honest opinion (i also asked my bestie who's a kazuha biased so I would love to hear from you too) pls pls put me out of my misery by helping me decide /j

why specifically kazuha vs haitham again? do they rerun together again or???

also i love and main haitham and all but just bc of that i wouldnt rec everyone to ditch everyone and go for him LMFAO (i probably would depending on the character)

anw not speaking as haitham main/lover/spouse/hater, ill be neutral:

honestly depends. dendro reactions are still the best and strongest and haitham rlly hits hard even without his best supports or whatever. kazuha is one of the best supports and always in most teams

are you in need of a main dps? a good dendro dps? do you have a supportive dendro to pair him with? haitham is super strong, against single or bunch of enemies, extremely fast and one of the strongest dps but hes a dendro dps, he needs to stick to specific teams for dendro reactions (2 dendro/2 electro, 2 dendro/1 electro/1 hydro,....→kokomi/furina/xingqiu, nahida/baizhu/yaoyao, raiden/kuki shinobu (i think even fischl? never tried them together tbh))

i think hthm is v friendly regarding team builds (doesnt need specific 5stars altho he does like to run w nahida like many dendro teams do) - just always have one more dendro with him on 4p deepwood

this is my current team w him for funsies, usually i have kokomi in furinas slot

kazuha is amazing support for many teams, like:

national, freeze comps etc

if you already have a good dps like raiden, childe, ayaka, etcetc you can support them w kazuha since their strongest teams often have him. you can never go wrong with having kazuha, he is one of the strongest and friendliest supports (but he isnt necessarily a must have) - i saw some ppl try to make him a main dps and even tho his dmg output isnt comparable to some other its still possible (tho i strongly believe u can make anyone main dps)

tl dr:

if u want a very strong dendro main dps who will carry ur ass and also got nice tits, and ideally have the team to support him for max dmg, go with haitham

if you have a main dps already and wanna support them or want more cc, go with kazuha

haitham is one of the strongest dps but tied to specific teams as a dendro main dps and not versatile in his role (meaning he lit cant do anything else but kill, he is a main dps through and through)

kazuha is one of the best supports and more versatile in his role (support/sub dps or main dps if u wanna invest in that build)

this is ofc my own thoughts and babbles and idk if any of that helps. not gonna tell ppl who to pull but always here if ppl need help w building n stuff

#sry if its worded weird or i didnt mention stuff i have someone over again so my attention is a bit whacky #own #reply

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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Hey! Its my first time sending an ask hehe~ I just wanted to say that you’re such an amazing writer and your series are just sooooo good!!! 😍😍😍 I started getting into your account when I came across the smau for MRE and HHP and I gotta say, you got me hooked so bad onto Heethan that I end up loving all your Hee-leads so far! I’m so invested in HHP, SE7EN, DT and now TO! I’m honestly so excited to read a new chapter everytime you post hahaha! 🤭🤭

The main reason I wanted to send you this is cuz I’ve been having super stressful and bad days these past few days and its mainly cuz its my final year in college, final semester and final week actually 😅 and there’s just like sooo many final preparations needed to be done for my big final year project (having my big presentation today! soooo nervous) and its just been too much and too overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother anyone with my anxiousness so I’ve been keeping it all to myself and having slight panic attacks and just started having random breakdowns as I complete my assignments. Reading your series, whether its new chapters or just rereading older ones have given me comfort, like I really felt alone but its like Heethan, Heelel and the Heebros have become my comfort characters. It’s just been so overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother my family with it, I only have one other friend that I trust with my whole life but rarely see her, we’re all busy and I just felt like I’m falling behind in everything. Even though the Hee-leads might be like crazy obsessed with the reader, its like I really needed them in my life just to have someone to drop everything just to hold and comfort me anytime life becomes too much for me. I’m actually crying while writing this to you hahaha… it just feels like everyone around me is moving so fast and I’m stuck at the back picking myself up just because I feel so overwhelmed and anxious easily. Turning 20 this year is another thing that has me feeling afraid of adulthood, my mum is pressuring me into getting a job immediately once I graduate but I just feel like I’m not ready, or I’m just not ready to give up my teenage freedom and socialise professionally. Being such an introvert and shy and always thinking I’m just dumb and cant do work without help has been holding me back from wanting to grow and enjoy this new chapter in life.

So sorry for this long ass rant but i just really needed to let you know how much your stories, your Hee-leads have been keeping me going. Excited for the next chapters of your series! Hope you’re having a great day❣️

Omg so....I LOVE THIS.....this is so heartwarming and thank you for sharing it with me. Also, thank you for discovering my blog so you can write this to me, bc as you may have figured, receiving asks are just....its so nice. its a nice and wonderful surprise to hear from readers interesting in my work, wanting to know more about the characters and so forth. I am just beyond touched that heethan, heelel, and heebrows have made their way into your heart and to provide you comfort. in fact, reading your message had reminded me of a piece that i had started to draft (it was originally supposed to be a part of one of the HHP chapters but i never went through with it) but i still had it in my folders so after i finished reading your message, I decided to go back and actually finish it and format it specifically for you as y/n. I hope you like it. <3

Heeseung's Message.....

MDNI18+ content below the line.

Warnings: mentions of losing loved ones, fears and worries about the future, smut, car smut, unprotected smut, some....just some sadness....its a very heartwarming and touching piece.

"What's wrong baby?"

Noting how silent you were in the car, right after he picked you up, Heeseung rubbed your thigh, gently shifting your skirt upwards as he softly slid his hand up and down, enveloping you with warmth and comfort. "Something on your mind pretty baby?"

Placing your hand on his, you grabbed hold semi-tightly, keeping your gaze out at the window. You were hesitant at first, noting that Heeseung had a busy schedule of his own, was on his way of finishing his last year in college, aiding his professors, and of course, there was you....picking you up from classes, dropping you off every morning, taking you wherever you needed to go. You appreciated it but the man had completely devoted his time to everything else, you felt it selfish to bring any matters up to him....feeling that whatever time he did have left within the evening, he should at least have it for himself.

"It's nothing." You sighed out.

Glancing over to you, he furrowed his brows and quickly shifted the wheel, stirring the car over to a nearby parking lot on one of the campus buildings.

"What are you....?" raising up in your seat, you looked around before turning your gaze over to Heeseung, who steered the wheel with one hand and in a smooth motion, parked the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt, his gaze meets with yours before he reaches up and places his hand behind your head, softly grabbing onto your hair as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

"Whats wrong? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? I wanna know. Tell me, y/n."

His eyes were wide and his expression was fierce with rage, however, before he further ventured off into a spiraling path of unhinged presumptions, you reached up and latched your fingers onto his collar, placing a dainty kiss on his lips. "Its not that....I promise nothing like that happened."

Raising his brows and tilting his head, he releases the gentle grip he had on your hair, and replaced it with a soft, petting motion. "Then why are you being so quiet? You seem upset, what is it?"

Looking down at the console for just a second, you raise your sights once more to meet his and began talking.

".....Are you ever scared about the future, Heeseung?"

His face was taken slightly aback as he raised both brows and looked at you with an intent look.

"Is that what this is about? Are you feeling overwhelmed about moving?"

Shaking your head, you looked down once more as you shyly clarified. "Nooo.....its not just that....its more..."

"Like what baby?"

"Like....after the moving.....finishing college, being in an unfamiliar country, not knowing anybody, making new friends, meeting your family, being apart from mine, learning a new language, finding a job after college, and what if I have to do more college? Or ...." pausing, you caught yourself drifting in verbal thought.

"Or....?" He draws out as he bids you to finish your statement.

"Or........what if....what if something happens and we........you know.....what if we just...."

Squinting his eyes slightly, his expression looked a little irked as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. "That's never going to happen y/n. You know that."

"Yeah but....."

"But what?" Slightly annoyed, he closed his eyes for a second, tilted his chin down, and lifted his lids to expose a rather stern and rather angry look. Yet the moment he saw that your eyes began to glisten, shining like diamonds as the tears started to build up, you looked down once more, unable to look him square in the eye as you felt the first tear break free and drip down on the leather padding of the console.

Watching as you faintly sobbed, he nearly felt his heart break into two. He gasped out a faint breath as he reached over with his other hand and cupped your face, no longer expressing a look of annoyance.

"Hey......why? What's making you think that way? Am I not showing you enough love? You know whatever it is you want, all you have to do is tell me and I'll make it happen."

"Its not that i just........there's just some things we can't predict about the future Heeseung......what if some day......what if you stop loving me......or worse.....what if something happens and I no longer have you? What if....just.......you never know.....is it wrong for me to hope for the best, but expect the worse? Because...you know that life can be so unfair some times....and I....I....I'm scared because....I dont even know....what I'm scared of sometimes. I wake up every single morning not even knowing how to live life because there's so many things that I think about....so many things that are thrown at me all at once and I just.....I feel like sometimes......I might fail......I feel like sometimes.....I will let you down.......I feel like its not the world, its me.........its me that's broken, not you or anyone else."

You gasped out tears and soft cries as you spoke straight from the heart. For the first time, Heeseung had sincerely considered if going to Korea was the best option, at least just for a second before he reminded himself of the future that he had waiting for him.....a future that would allow him to continue to keep you....safe....and with him.

Shifting his sights around on the floor bed of the car, his thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping away the continuous flow of tears that were now coming down harder than before. Gulping down a hard swallow, he turns back to face you.

"Baby.........look at me....please look at me."

Looking up into his gaze, your eyes red, swollen, with eyelashes drenched and your face stained with wet trails of all your fears leaving their mark. With a soft smile, he calmly speaks.

"You're right.....that is tough. There's a lot that we can't control in the future....its precarious, and we're literally just pawns on the board of this silly game called life, where God and the universe are taking turns making each move. It can be cruel, unfair, and tormenting. Its something that we can either overcome with great strife and hard work."

"But what happens if we work so hard and it.....it just doesnt work out? What if everything just falls apart Heeseung?"

"We wont know unless it happens y/n......the thing about the future, as much as we want it here in the present, so we can see and view what it has in store for us, thats....just not the way it works. That's not the way we work....we're not designed to know those things. We didn't become strong because we cheated, we became strong and survived because we, as humans, learned....the hard way."

Looking into his eyes, your vision started to become blurry all over as the next set of tears built up. Smiling as he continued to wipe your tears away, he continues.

"Y/n....for thousands of years, people have fallen, lost, and suffered at the creativity of the universe. Yet we never gave up......people had an urge to survive. Which is why at times, even when the entire world was on fire, times where a soldier never comes home, a woman loses her child, or when a doctor just doesnt have a cure.....we keep moving....we get back up and learn how to walk again. I can't sit here and tell you that I know that everything is going to be great.....I dont know. But what I do know.....is this...."

Shifting his hands down to your waist, he lifts you with his core strength as his abdominal muscles flexed under his shirt. Bringing you over onto his lap, he sat you down in a princess style as he cradled you against his chest.

"No matter what happens....I'm going to be there. I'm going to be there and I'm going to help you, just like you're going to help me. I'll never let anything happen to you....and.....you never have to worry about me not loving you .....noooooooo pretty baby......that's never going to happen, not loving you would be the worst offense against Heaven and humanity. As far as if anything were to happen to me...."

The moment Heeseung touched on that part of the subject, you sobbed uncontrollably against his neck.

"Heeeeeey, come on now. Nothing's even happen, why are you acting like that's a for sure thing?" he chuckles out as he kisses your forehead. "Listen..." Taking your hand in his, he continues.

"I'm not going anywhere......I'm not. I know this because I know what is living for me......you. I will never abandon you. Even if something did happen, you know i'm always going to be with you. You know how?"

Shaking your head, he brushes your hair away from your face.

"Moments like this baby. Every time we talk, touch, feel each other, love, eat, sleep, kiss, and when I fuck your brains out...." gripping onto your waist tightly, he presses his forehead against your own once more. "All the things we do, they never leave. So.......if there is ever a time where I am not physically here......you're always going to remember how i feel..." gliding his hand from your waist, he reaches down and gently trails it upwards under your skirt, his fingers reaching into your panties.

"You're going to remember my touch..." kissing your neck, he latches his mouth onto your soft spot under your ear, and rings the tip of his tongue around in slow circular motions.

"You're going to remember my scent...." with his free hand, he reaches behind your head and gently pushes your face inward, causing your nose to become burrowed in his thatch of dark long, shaggy hair, inhaling the scent of his cool-mint cologne and his shampoo.

"You'll also remember what I taste like...." placing a soft peck on the spot he was sucking on, he tilts his head up slightly and brings your head down to kiss him.

"And best of all......pretty baby.......you're going to remember what it feels like when I fuck you......when I love you." Shifting your body to face forward, your back completely spooned by his chest and groin as you both remained seated in the drivers side, he spreads your legs open by pushing our inner thighs apart. You were so caught up with the sensual four play, you hadn't realized that he tore off your panties. Unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your breasts, he shifts you up as he levels his length to align with your slit, before proceeding to enter inside you. Feeling full of his flesh, you moaned out as the overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you........taking you away from the abysmal depths of your fears and worries.

Steadying you in a reverse cowgirl position, filing you, his cock melts inside you as he begins thrusting slow and steady, picking up the pace as your walls become more moist.

"You feel me pretty baby?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yeah? You gonna remember me forever?"

"Y-yes...yes! He-Heeseung!"

"You gonna remember what this feels like?"

"Yes!"

"What does it feel like baby? Tell me."

"F-f......fe-feels......ssss......goood......soo....soo.goood....ugh!"

"Harder or faster baby?"

"ugh! both! please both!"

Thrusting repeatedly, your body falls limp as he holds you upright, with one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand shifting a grip between your neck and your exposed breast, he muffles your moans and screams with his mouth as he swallows every single bit of your precious tones.

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Y-ye.....yes!...yes.......ugh! He-Heeseung!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum because you're a good girl?"

"Mmm!mmmmmm....mmmhmmm!....ugh!"

"You my good girl?"

"Y....yes!!"

"Yeah you are.......now fucking cum on me. Let me feel it."

Adding more depth to each thrust, you gasped out your screams of pleasure as he rams his cock deep inside, separating new found walls and extracting the moisture out of your body. Reaching orgasm and releasing all over his member, your thighs shake relentlessly.

"Good girl.....my turn."

Cupping your lower tummy, he pushes in and feels his thick length as it slides in and out, he found it amusing how your sensitive body could take him like this, especially feeling it inside you as he was doing right now. Jacking his member deep inside you at a rapid and hard momentum, he finally reaches his moment and with one last punctured thrust, he bucks his hips upward as he shoves you down, mashing your bodies together as he releases inside and fills your body up.

Pulling your head back as he latches his mouth on your neck yet again, suckling as your body bounces rigorously from the tenacity of his performance.

Feeling the pleasure of his tainted love, you somehow were to understand his message clearly, all due to Heeseung extracting you from your fears......which he had done before, back when Samuel sent you his email......back when you and Heeseung came together for the first time.....the start of your guys story. Just as he did back then, he helped you to understand, that the reality of what life gives, is never necessarily the ending to your story. The more he kept pumping into you, the more you were reminded of that clarity. Yea sure, you still felt scared, but knowing that if at first you dont succeed....reach happiness.....or if things just dont work out, you can and should always, try-try again. A lesson you were always reminded of, all thanks to Heethan.

Authors note: Lol, sooooooo...yeah this original draft did have some smut....and i was going to take it out but it was too crucial for me to do so. I hope you dont mind that. But, this chapter was originally drafted, back a few months ago. I had this thought in my head, since I have only taken a few college courses, and am about to start back up on it, I was feeling so dreadful and felt too nervous about doing well. I want to succeed in reaching my educational goals....but what also kind of bugged me was....will i still find time to write? I love writing, truly do. Mainly because it brings other people joy and brings out their most inner feelings. I had so much on my mind that time that i had began drafting this, but as i was writing it, i left it unfinished bc honestly, when i drafted heethan's message.....literally its like his voice was telling me what to write....i felt better. like it was a nice little reminder....realistic...very rational....and honest...but still positive and holds truth. there's a lot of things we can't control, but we should never give up. Its okay to be scared and to worry, that's natural, and that is exactly why people such as myself are here, writing these chapters and stories for you all because i know that there is such a thing called 'life' and sometimes....we just need a break from it to refresh ourselves. I know you have alot on your plate, but dont worry because everything will be more than fine. We have to pace ourselves, work hard, but also rest, and play from time to time. Eat and drink well, and finish strong. finish college, work with your mother and teach her to work with you, if you dont get the job you really want, no big deal. no matter what job you get, if its one you dont want, nothing lasts forever. just think that whatever you do now, it is only making you more marketable for the dream goal you have. I hope you continue strong because while you do have alot on your plate, you've been slaying....you've been killing it! and that's a major accomplishment in itself, last of year of college? woohoo! finish strong!

So now i should apologize for responding with the longest post ever lol. but i really hope this makes you feel better. Reading your message had reminded me of this piece and i am so glad you sent it to me because....looking at it now...and actually finishing it......this was something that was meant to be published and shared. bc it holds an important message for all of us. <3

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