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simplyreveries · 4 months

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hello hello!! just wanted to say your blog is super cute!! could I request platonic! dorm leaders with a very very affectionate yuu. like hugging, cheek kisses, the full nine yards. GN reader please!

sorry if my message wasn't clear 😭

have a good day/night!

💐anon

ty ty!!

riddle rosehearts

he was so incredibly flustered when you first started to show him lots of affection. he tries to keep his composure and push you away slightly while clearing his throat deeming that it's not appropriate! but it's just ever since he broke down after his overblot and then you've gotten close to him (well you barge into his life and make him your friend immediately) that you've been so utterly loving and sweet with him. something he is not particularly used to.

whenever you come by some celebration or unbirthday party you always eagerly come find him and hug him giving pecks on the cheeks. he’ll nervously pull away and thank you for coming, but he felt quite smiley and warm inside. because you usually greet him in such a fashion and refuse to be put off by his need for formalities, he has been accustomed to you doing that all the time whenever you see him. he doesn't necessarily reciprocate it but sometimes you may feel him wrap his arms around you and quickly pulls away.

his temper can easily be calmed down if you're around, he does feel much softer around you… lowkey though he does get a litttleee bit jealous with ace or deuce if you're equally as affectionate with your other friends as well. he can't help it.

leona kingscholar

nope nope leona totally pushed you away the first few (many times) you'd happily come up and try to hug him or kiss him on the cheek. he refused to let you be all affectionate with him, he would simply huff annoyed pushing you away. especially if you try to do anything like that around other people.

it'd take him a while to even warm up to it even a little, but with enough of your own persistence he gives in little by little soon enough. you've upgraded to being able to give him hugs without him giving you some glare and pulling away… he's lost the energy to try at this point you're too eager to find and hug him. he’ll rub his forehead “you're giving me a headache, herbivore.”, but once again doesn't make much of an attempt to push you away anymore.

ok… he still gives you this look, but he's better about it. like when you vote up to him after magishift practice (that he finally went to) and gift him a supportive pat on the back or hook your arm around his to drag him to show him something. the only time he somewhat reciprocated it was genuinely if you seemed distressed or upset about something, like your current situation in twisted wonderland or dealing with stress- he sighed as he wrapped one of his arms around you when you came in for a hug.

azul ashengrotto

he was so surprised at your affection initially but like riddle carefully pushes you away to maintain his image. nevertheless, you still are insistent on giving him so much attention. I’d like to think that after seeing his more… emotional and irrational side during the events of chapter 3 only made you want to dote on your friend more.

whenever you come and find him to give him a quick hug and to check up on him during late hours at the mostro lounge and just ask him about his day and what is he doing. he is slightly taken aback but like the others he's gotten pretty used to your affectionate behavior, he’ll chuckle confused, clearing his throat and thank you for asking. he is not used to this in really any way. in fact, if you think about it… this is probably the first time he's had someone he’s considers himself close to be so affectionate and kind. not wanting anything from him in return but to just be okay??

once he's more comfortable, he will somewhat reciprocate a little, something like placing a hand on your back when you pull away from hugging him. he won't admit it, but he does love the attention from you, it's something he never realized it's what he needed.

kalim al-asim

oh, he's definitely just as affectionate with his friends, if not more than you. kalim will happily hug you back and squeeze you tightly or kiss you back on the cheek and giggle. he's glad to have someone who can understand his affection's, unlike some people haha. he just has so much love to give to everyone.

he always greets you with a big hug, in fact it's basically a habitual thing between you two whenever you see each other on campus he’ll greet you with a big hug all happy every time he sees you. when kalim gets excited to tell you about something he’ll playfully swing your arm and asking you to come over to scarabia because he's holding some sort off celebration, or sometimes he likes to laugh and tell you he's tired as he lays his head on your shoulder.

he always tells you how much he loves the affection from you, you'll always get some cheeky “hehe thank you!” from him. he claims you cheer him up and help him all the time whenever you're all affectionate with him.

vil schoenheit

vil is affectionate in his own ways, i mean, ever since i saw the way he treated yuu and the others during chapter 6 when he kisses them on the forehead in a reassuring manner it made me melt. he definitely is lowkey about it to those he considers close to him. though he doesn't reciprocate much at times, he does appreciate small gestures.

like he will sigh and begin to smooth out his clothing or fix his hair after you hug him, he may even fix yourself up as well if your ribbon is tilted or uniform seems crinkled. but he’ll give you some afterwords shaking his head, giving a small smile “tsk, how troublesome” he’d say.

vil is quite observant though, if he were to notice you don't seem as affectionate with others or try to be with him he’ll definitely see and ask you if you're doing alright. he's surprisingly very sweet with his words. he can't help but consider you dear to him now, if you really seem troubled and worried about something, maybe feeling hopeless because crowley hasn't found a way home yet. he will give you honest advice and if you're lucky a kiss on the forehead as well.

idia shroud

he's so ??!! instant brain malfunction when you first come up to him and kiss him on the cheek, seemingly worried but relieved that he's okay after what went down in his chapter, once you got back to NRC. he will freeze up and feel unsure of what to exactly do because he's so awkward with these things.

the first time he hugged you back was a little tough for him at first (he just gave you that small and awkward pat on the back haha) and immediately pulled away, he feels himself burning up from embarrassment, but you're just so persistent, it does make it easier for him when you're so understanding and kind.

he does get more and more comfortable with you especially after inviting you or sleepovers with him and ortho at ignihyde and they're really fun. at that point he's totally okay having you close by as you're laying with a bunch of blankets, pillows and snacks close together playing videogames with him. he's grown to love it actually, as he casually talks and dumps everything he loves and knows about the game hehe.

malleus draconia

malleus was pleasantly surprised with your sudden affection, though he has known you for a while throughout the game, so he already has kind of gotten the idea you're a naturally friendly and overly affectionate with those close to you. he does notice how you are with grim and the others when out. but when you actually come up and hug him? he's shocked, you? a human would just come up to someone like him and hug him? going on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek when saying thanks for coming to the music festival with him??

after the initial surprise he chuckles placing a hand on your head “you’re quite the brave and unusual one, child of man” he loves that most about you though. he admires and thinks its endearing how often and without even thinking twice about giving him affection and calling him your own friend.

soon enough during the nights when he visits the outside of ramshackle dorm and you come to find him, he’ll gently stretch out his arms already knowing you're going to greet him with a hug. and you just know, his hugs are the warmest and most gentle things ever.

#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader

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h34rtbeat · 6 months

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Can u please please write something about jay, cuz we all know he's a gentleman (man won't even touch the dancer's waist I cried) and y'all have been a relationship for like 3 months and he's been getting dirty thoughts about you a lot and he's trying to stop himself but u make it so hard cuz u r so sweet he wants to lick u whole. And u r also inexperienced so it's more tempting for him to ruin u. Also can u turn it into something non-con? Sort of? Idk

I can def try anon!! ty for this request. Also rlly sorry this took so long I literally couldn’t think of how to write this properly so sorry if if sucks ;(

SO RIGHT.

warnings: non-con,, leaning more towards dubcon, very short

Soft words swearing he’d do you so right, as you squirmed against Jay.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby.. I swear.” He whispered, his hands sinking low, unzipping those Jean shorts you wore.

His demeanor slipping when you told him to stop— it was indecent.

“Who cares? I’m the only one seeing you like this. Huh? What’s the matter, don’t you love me?” Jays words were almost taunting, the way his words made your tummy turn.

Butterflies unconsciously erupting in your stomach when he reached your wet folds, fingers plunging far and deep.

His other hand going over your Louth, your please and begs for him to stop pissinf him off.

You should be grateful that he was even being such a gentleman, your cunt being filled by his skillful fingers.

Back arching off the bed as he did, feeling your vision blur.

It was too much for you, even when his face left yours, and you were done for.

All Jay ever wanted to do— truly, was to taste you.

It was too much, the way his tongue entered your clenching hole, wetness costing his chin, as he ate you like a madman. Grinding himself against the sheets, as you kept begging to stop, hands trying to push his away.

His grip only tightening on your thighs, keeping them apart. Your body convulsed, cumming for the second time.

Jay knew your limits, far and well, but he didn’t care that you were now unconscious, fisrinf his cock a bit before entering your tired body.

biting your lip to hide the soft whines that were escaping them, the gentle hand around your throat, the other around your waist.

Not that you could think anyway, too dazed out to deny your loving boyfriend.

You didn’t want this per say, but he felt so nice, it was impossible to deny that Jay, was a god at sex.

Your inexperienced hips still, as his rut into yours, a pace so foreign, yet unforgiving as he let our soft grunts in your ear. His lips trailing down your lips, do your soft and unmarked neck.

“Baby, stop squeezin’ me like that..” he grunted out, feeling your cunt clench around him was driving him mad.

This is what he’d been wishing for, dreaming of, waking up next to you, only having your thighs to use in replacement of the warmness hidden between them.

The stolen panties, the cum stains littered onto your soft thighs, none of it compares to the real thing.

Even as your body, earlier, thrashed against him, he knew he’d win.

“Please.. ugh..’hm..!” You panted out, nails scratching his back, sure do leave marks

He didn’t understand what you were begging for, angling his hips a bit deeper, tip kissing your cervix.

You swore you hated him— hated this, but the way his cock bullied into your warm cunt, you couldn’t help but beg.

You hated this, this was wrong! Boyfriend don’t take advantage of their own girlfriends, yet, you loved every bit of it.

Creaming around his cock as he did, feeling him spray his seed all over your chest, as he moved upward.

Body coated in sweat, as he flipped you over.

On your stomach you were, and you will be as he’d continue to use you.

a/n: pls send in more reqs guys

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sunoosets · 8 months

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Hiii you are so talented and I just wanted to ask you if you could write about dom jungwon with an s/o that loves doggy style and spanking 🤭🫣

Also I wanted to ask you if you have anons and when that could I please be the 😽 anon??

Have a great day and ty ❤️

aww thank u smmmm!! i only have one anon as of now so ofc u can be an anon:))<3

i decided to merge two asks as i felt like i could:

"DOM!JW PLEASE I'M BEGGING"

i mean.. well, i hope you cuties enjoy this one, it's long, messy, n i was gonna do a longer mirror scene but only made it a few sentences😓 oh well, love u all!!<3

It was a mistake, really, to even dare assume Jungwon was small. To tease him, taunt him. Assume, again, that he was submissive, whiny, and pathetic when it came to sex, and the feel of someone bouncing on his cock.

Jake’s laugh was hearty. Ripping through the tense air as you gently pushed aside Jungwon’s shoulder. A playful act, as you hoped. Yet his eyes had grown dark, and something lingered as he glared in your direction. Not so much an annoyed or frustrated stare, but an intense warning he had left you, paired with his small smirk.

“Nah, Y/n, he looks mad…” Jake held back a second laugh, cheeks puffing up as his breath hitched. His eyes creased as his need to burst grew. “Looks like he might just show you how wrong you are” Jake smiled, and then suppressed the action by settling his pearly teeth into the flesh of his lower lip. You scoffed. Flicking a sidewards glance at Jungwon’s form. “With his one-millimetre defeater?” You spoke, unable to even release those words without the presence of a teasing smile. Jake erupted. Slapping a palm to his knee, and letting slip a loud, melodious chuckle between his growing grin.

When you had set your vision on Jungwon once more, he had shifted. Face twisted toward you where you could clearly see his tongue press up against his inner cheek, and his eyes narrow. For a second, your stomach had flipped, and your heart had slipped it’s way down. Dropping suddenly. You swallowed, and he had seemed to notice the regret upon your features. His sweet, endearing smile flashed, and he grinned. “Would you like to find out the truth, hm?”

Jake had been laughing for at least twenty seconds now. Clearly impacted by crude, 12-year-old genitalia jokes. His blurry eyes had made their way toward an evidently puzzled Heeseung, who had just arrived with his newly plastered frown. “Hee, guess what Y/n just said!” He gasped. Collecting his breath as he twisted within his plush seat.

“Too scared my small cock will hurt you?” Jungwon tempted. Smirk crawling further along his dimple-decorated cheeks. He leant, so his heated breath could meet your jaw during his whispers. You let slip a breathy, almost nervous laugh. Perhaps a scoff. Shaking your head from either side.

“I doubt it would even tickle me.” Your head swivelled, and you smiled proudly. A regretful ache whitening your features when he had simply smirked in return. Lashes falling slowly, calmly. He wasn’t defensive. In the slightest. Your eyes wavered. Averting while he clicked his pink tongue against the roof of his mouth and whispered a sentence that had set a shiver to roll down your perked spine and perhaps even make your lower stomach flutter.

“Only one way to tell.”

His voice was low. Honeyed as it snaked through your ears and made you swallow the thick lump within your throat. He had this subtle sexy confidence, enough to have you on your knees, but where had this been hiding? For so long, he had appeared as a submissive type to you. All whimpers and whines as you suck on his pretty pink tip, but now, with his cocky grin, and the reactions to your teases. It might be you that ends up on all fours, crying his name at the top of your heavy lungs.

The thought was off. Never had you begun to think of cute, innocent Jungwon in such a way.

You couldn’t even comprehend before you were taken by the wrist. His soft, warm palm along your skin as he guides you to his room. You could smell his cologne. Intoxicating. Your head spun, and then thumped when his hands fell against your waist. He pulled you into his chest, trapping you between his ribs. “I wasn’t actually gonna fuck you.” He whispered. Low, and serene. A nonchalant twist of his lips as he holds you close. Peering down through hooded eyes as he wraps his scent around you. Almost pulling the breath from your tight throat.

Jungwon smiled, eyes heavy and dark as they easily traced the outline of your rubbing thighs. His fingers fell, brushing from your side toward your inner leg. The pad of his finger slid, and pressed teasingly between your clothed, and shamelessly soaked lips. Your pussy throbbed at the mere, bare minimum. His slanted smile twitched. “But seeing as your so wet, maybe I should?”

“Would you like that?” His grin was cocky, paired with his lowered voice. His warm breath tangled amidst your hair as his lips landed beside your jaw. Placed closely to the side of your ear. “Do you want to be fucked by my small cock?”

Regret couldn’t have surpassed this stage. It was at a point that the feeling deep within your bones. Dwelling within your squirming, tight stomach. Should be an entirely different word. Perhaps one that has yet to exist.

You swallowed, again. Eyes growing. You suppressed the urge to melt between his fingers. Hand yourself to him. Fall to your knees for him. You gave him a small smile. Your palms were shaky as you buried them between the fabric of his shirt and pulled him near. “Let’s see what you can do..” You whispered, façade slipping, but still stable.

You hadn’t fully given in to him yet. No matter how hard it had become. With his body, warm and soft. His skin sliding along yours, as his shirt was ditched. His golden, gleaming complexion. Smooth to the touch. Had you quietly begging for more. With each stroke your palm took across his abs. Every line you had traced of his skin. The lack of impurities, as his visage glowed.

He set multiple rushed kisses to your parted lips. Overbearing you with his wet, eager motions, before ultimately pushing himself against you and melting into a passionate make-out. His arms snaked, and yours had remained along his heaving chest. Your bodies had been entwined. Your thighs now either side of his waist as you attempt every possible writhe which could set you closer to his heat. Jungwon pulled from your whining lips. Smirk sly as he lifted his hips and rubbed his growing bulge against your clothed clit. You pulsed. Breath becoming fast between his arms, and above his cock. “Can you take it?” He asked, and you had instinctively lowered your head. Quiet, to which he had grinned harder. Dimples popping from between his cheeks. “Wanna get on your hands and knees for me?”

“Yeah.” You had replied. Faster, and more eagerly than you would have liked. Your cheeks had grown warm as he laughed beneath his breath. A gentle, comforting chuckle.

You had always found yourself imagining Jungwon fucking you from behind, as much as you wouldn’t like to admit. The thought of him pushing you down against the bed. Your arms and legs shaky as he ruts himself into you. Constant, rough rocks until you’re a mess in his hold.

Now his fingers were hot as they trailed down your spine. Ticklish, as your stomach flipped. His palm was soft as it pressed into your lower back. Settling there while his fingers had become splayed. Holding you down against his bedsheets. Your knees dug into the mattress, as well as your own palms. Lightly, your fingers wrapped around the blankets. Folding them into a ball you could hold, and grip, to stabilise your shaky limbs.

His cock was hard, clearly leaking as he rubbed his swollen tip against your clit. Jungwon hummed, holding back a whine as he slid his own hand along his shaft. Sighing when a drop of his pre-cum dribbled between your cheeks. With one hand, he held the left side of your ass. His palm moulding the flesh, while you whimpered, and rolled your hips backward, to meet his pink, drooling tip. “Why are you so excited?” He teased. His entire cock sliding between the mess he had made. “It’s barely two inches.” His taunt was light-hearted, as you could clearly hear his stretching smile. Especially the pride that had sunk across his curling lips when his cock had pushed into you. Finally sinking between your plush, clenching walls. His length stretched you wide, pulling both a gasp and a moan from your throat. Your jaw lowered. Ready to let slip the consistent string of whimpers as Jungwon began to move. Roll his hips against your ass. Skin against skin. His cock stroking the deepest parts of you.

He groaned. Head falling backward, as his hips picked up speed. His fast-paced bucks had you shaking. Elbows almost buckling. You were quivering with each rough rock he took into you. Cock squeezing between your tight walls. His hair fell against his vision. Unfortunate. As his dick was twitching at the mere sight of you on your knees for him. Shaky, and whiny. Your ass rolling back against the corrupted air between you and taking his cock so well. He could watch his dick sink into you and could see the way your body shook.

“Am I still small?” Jungwon breathed out. A shaky laugh. He bit his lip, palm massaging the skin of your cheek. “S-shut up.” You stuttered. Face flushed, and gleaming with a sheen of undeniable sweat. Jungwon’s fingers ran smoothly along your ass. The soft skin being handled and traced. Delicately, he lifted his palm and tapped your ass. Two small slaps, that had caused no harm. Your face, however, had lit up, and your tight hole had clenched. Wrapping harsher around his cock while your pussy had swallowed him whole. Jungwon groaned. Voice heavy and loud as you took him. “Ah, Y/n?” His smirk had twitched. “Do you like that?” He questioned, his palm resuming it’s massage. Set lightly on your ass.

You could only moan. Pushing back your hips and creating an arch within your back. His cock slid deeper. Now fully encased between your dripping walls. “Ah, shit…” Jungwon cursed. Softly, beneath his breath. Teeth, clearly biting down into a suppressed smirk.

He rubbed, and then the warmth had supposedly disappeared. His palm lifted, and fell back against your flesh with a sharp, exhilarating slap. You cried at his action. Skin surely red, as he had repeated himself. Breathy sighs evident from his parted lips, while he was set on fucking into you until his pulsing cock had come.

“More, more…” You begged. “Mm fuck.”

All shame now seamlessly evaporating when his cock was buried deep between your walls. Twitching against the tight convulses. Jungwon grunted when his hand met the rosy patch that had been decorated along your skin. His hips lifted, and his skin caressed yours. You were slipping. One final spank, and the feel of his tip slamming the deepest part of you was enough to have you squeeze and make a mess of his dick.

Jungwon’s moans had raised in pitch as he neared. His cock making crude, wet sounds as he pushed through the mixture of white, warm cum. His fingers curled, and gripped your waist, pulling you near as he let the thick stripes of his cum fill your insides. His skin was set against yours. His chest clearly heaving.

“Do you wanna go out there and tell Jake how big I really am?” Jungwon joked between breaths. His chuckle light-hearted as his shoulders fell, and his palms dropped from your skin. His cock slid from within you, letting Jungwon’s warm pleasure release down the sides of your sticky thighs. “I’d rather not..” You sighed, still shaky.

Jungwon fell silent, and then the soft touch of an arm caught you off guard. He had wrapped himself around you, hand flat against your raising stomach as he pulled you back against the comfort of his lap. Between his legs. His breath hit your ear, and a second shiver ran through your spine. It pressed along his back, and straightened when he had let his fingers fall toward your messy clit. “Look at the mirror, baby.” He whispered along your neck. You swallowed, eyes shifting toward the mirror against his bedroom wall. Golden framed with clean glass. Too clear. You couldn’t help but pulse against his heated, smooth hand. His slim fingers had situated themselves either side of your clit, spreading you before your own gaze. Letting the mess drool out from between your puffed-up lips. His cum had filled you to the brim, and now he was showing you the aftereffects. Sly smirk, again, curling upon his lips, as he pressed them to the shell of your ear. He then hummed. “I don’t think a small cock can do this, hm?”

#enhypen smut #enha x reader #enhypen hard hours #smut #hard thoughts #hard hours #jungwon hard hours #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader #sunoosetsasks

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stvolanis · 3 months

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Hello! I love your writing!

Could I ask for a Tony shot where he is being intimate with the reader and it's her first time and he is very sweet and gentle? Would love to see that side of him. Ty!❤️

Hi anon! Thank you sm for this request, i love writing about Tony<3

Soft Lovin’

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x Virgin!Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, harassment in the workplace, killing (not graphic), Tony is kind of manipulative? Idk how to explain it I’m sorry😭

NSFW WARNINGS: Virgin!Reader, soft Dom!Tony, making out, groping, fingering, heavy praise, cream pie, oral (f receiving), light overstimulation, possessive Tony

sorry if I missed anything! This also isn’t proofread

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

It was a long, fast night at one of the hottest casinos/clubs in Miami, Florida.

You’d just started working as a bartender, just barely turning 21 and in need of a paying job. A friend of yours, Angelina recommended it to you. She said it was a easy way to make money. Just smile, make the drinks, and serve them. But you wish she would’ve told you about the following stares of all of the men in the room.

They followed you everywhere you went, all over your body, shamelessly roaming. It felt as though they’d pounce at any second they could. It was a policy that the men here couldn’t touch you unless you verbally consented to it, but you don’t think they really cared about that rule all that much.

An arm snaked around your waist, and you froze in horror as a man, with breath that smelled of pure tequila, whispered in your ear. “Y-you shhouldd come home wi-with me!” He slurred as his friends chuckled behind him. You felt tears like your eyes as you shoved him away from you. “What the hell is your problem?!” You yelled at him, but he didn’t take that well.

His brows furrowed with clear distaste. “Woooah, baby, no needdd to be a bitch.” He growled out, his breath smelled gawd awful and it made your stomach churn. His arm felt grimy when it was wrapped around you, and now that you look at him, he looked like a crackhead.

His face had scabs all over it, along with scratches that you could tell were from him clawing at his own skin. He had teeth missing, and the ones he had left were different shades of yellow, brown and black. His skin was greasy, as was his overgrown mullet that looked damn near matted on the top. He was thin as twigs, and you could visibly see his bones anywhere you looked over him.

He was the most revolting creature you’d ever seen. He was a dirty, smelly man, and now you felt all dirty and smelly.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” You bit out. Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed your arm in a painful grip that was sure to bruise, and you yelped out as you tried to push him away from you. “Stop fightingg against me y-you whore!” He choked out.

You’re waterline formed fresh tears that began to spill over, then all the sudden, you were ripped away from him and into the arms of another, more warm person.

You peered up at the man slightly; he was short, but still taller than you were. His hair was a dark brown, a chocolate color and short. It was kinda messy, and you wanted to run your fingers through it to try to fix it. You took notice of the scar that ran along his eye. It was beautiful. Something that was surely a painful experience, yet it looked so pretty on him.

He was ruggedly handsome. A little rough around the edges, sure, but he was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hands were thick and calloused, and on his fingers laid beautiful rings that were probably worth more than your life.

You thought that he was foreign, and when he spoke, it seemed you must’ve been right. “Fuck are ya’ doin, huh, man?” He huffed out to the crack head bothering you. “You fuckin’ with a lady jus’ tryna’ do her job? Eh?” He growled out as he lightly pushed you aside, going chest to chest with the other man who was slightly taller than him.

“Woah, Tony, i-I don’t want no trouble, man!” He replied, his hands flying up in surrender as he almost tripped over his own two feet walking backwards, trying to create distance between him and the short, angry man. “Turn around and don’t look over here.” He told you, sparing you a glance.

You did as told, as he seemed to be your savior, but you couldn’t ignore the loud, blaring sound of a gun shot ringing through the air.

You covered your ears and flinched as you let out a yelp. The ringing in your ears hurt, and your breathing became uneven as you felt hands gently remove your hands from your ears. “You’re alright, baby.” Tony muttered softly in your ear.

He had been eyeing you all night, and truthfully, he was no better than any of the men here when it came to the staring. But, the thing that separated him from them, was that he would never come onto a woman who didn’t want him.

You were a small, dainty little thing. He had no idea what you were doing in a place as filthy as this. Even when he was watching her from afar, he could see her little body trembling. The way her hands would tighten when she passed by men. The snarls women sent her. She flinched at every little thing.

When he had grabbed you from away from that man, your scent flooded his senses. You smelled of lily’s and vanilla, and a hint of whisky. He was sure the whiskey part came from when he’d seen you spill it all over yourself earlier on accident after nearly tripping over your own two feet. He thought it was cute, though.

You reminded him of a deer. So pretty, and fragile. Curious or everything you shouldn’t be. Flinching at the littlest things. Even when he faintly heard you speak earlier, your voice was so soft spoken and sounded like velvet on his ears.

His little Bambi.

So when he was ‘casually’ at the bar ordering a drink and he noticed that man harassing you, obviously he’d see this as his chance to come and swoop you off of your feet. He had this all planned out, you falling into his arms right where he wanted you.

And now as he stood behind you, your back to his chest in ragged breaths with lingering gun smoke in the air and the sound of people screaming and running, he knew he had you where he wanted you.

“You’re alright, Bambi.” He muttered sweetly into your ear. Your head whipped around, and he felt his heart thud in his chest as you met face to face with him. Your eyes glimmered under the club lights, but the tears in them made your doe eyes all the more beautiful to him.

“W-what..what did you do? What happened?” You asked, your trembling voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if you were afraid that if you talked to loud, something else would happen. “Nothin’, don’t worry ‘bout it. All that matters is that your safe now.” He replied.

“I-I need to go.” You muttered as you pushed yourself away from him. You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t like the idea of that very much. This resulted in him grabbing your hand softly. “I—let me make sure you get home safe, yeah? C’mon.” He told you.

You hesitated for a moment. A strange, foreign man who just killed someone for harassing you wants to make sure you get home safe. Sounds promising. “Okay.” You sighed as you walked out of the front door and out into the parking lot, the man following closely behind.

He led you to his car, opening the door for you to make sure you got in properly before getting in himself. “can you at least tell me what your name is?” You huffed out as you put on your seatbelt. He chuckled as he glanced at you, starting the vehicle. “Antonio Montana.” He told you after a moment. “But people jus’ call me Tony.” He added.

He had a dorky kind of smile when he said it, and it made a smile of your own form. “I’m—“ you started, but you didn’t get the chance to finish. “I know who you are, baby.” He said.

Your face bloomed red. “You’re not from here, are you?” You suddenly asked. He smiled. “I’m from Cuba.” He said. It made sense now, his accent was thick, and it made your legs squeeze together, which he didn’t fail to notice. “Oh.” Was all you said with a nod of understanding.

“Whddya doin’ in that place, anyway?” He asked. You sighed as you pushed your hair back from your face. “Needed the money. A friend said it would be easy.” You frowned. Tony clicked his tongue. “Need new friends.” He said with a chuckle.

“I—will you be my friend, Tony?” You asked. You didn’t really know why you asked, but he saved you tonight; and it would be nice to have more friends. “No.” He said, and your mouth hung agape. Guess not then.

“Wha—why?” You stuttered out with furrowed brows as your body shifted to better look at him. He inhaled sharply before his eyes pierced into yours. “Can’t be friends with someone I wanna fuck, baby.” He said, his voice deep. It sounded like he was restraining himself from saying more.

Your mouth hung open and your cheeks reddened. “I’ve—I don’t—“ you stuttered, embarrassment consuming you. The car halted sharply at large gates as his head snapped to you. “You’re a virgin.” He said, matter of factly.

You nodded as you broke eye contact with him. You heard him whisper a breathless ‘fuck’, but it slipped passed your mind as the large gates opened, and as you drove forward, a large mansion revealed itself.

You were lower-middle class, just barely scraping by. Never in your life did you ever think that a random foreign man who just so happened to be one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen would kill someone for you, tell you he wants to have sex with you, and then proceed to take you to his mansion.

“Holy shit.” You muttered. You were gawking like a peasant, but you didn’t care. The closer you got to the house, the bigger it got. It was unnecessarily big, but the men stationed outside with guns didn’t go unnoticed to your prying eyes.

“What in the hell do you do, Tony?” You asked as he stopped the car in front of the house. He stepped out and opened your door for you, his hand gently holding yours to stable you. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He said.

And you weren’t gonna question him any further than that.

He lead you into his large home, and you were struck. Everything was red with hints of gold, and straight forward stood a large globe with the words ‘the world is yours’ on it. He led you up the stairs with a gentle hand to your back, directing you where to go.

You turned left and he stopped you at a large white door. “You can stay in here, take a shower n shit, I’ll be the next room over.” He said as he waved his hand around to the door next to yours. “Okay, thank you, Tony.” You smiled, to which he returned before walking to his room.

You entered the room, and surprisingly, it was different shades of purple. The walls were a dark purple with gold trim, and it looked beautiful. There was a large bed with lilac and dark purple bedding that had flowers engraved on it with lace trims. There was another door across the room, and when you opened it, it revealed a large bathroom with a gold trimmed tub that was built into the ground—almost like a jacuzzi.

It was glorious, you’d never seen a bathroom of all places look this extravagant.

You stripped from your clothes that clung to your body as your turned on the water, switching it to warm. As you stepped in, it felt warm against your skin; just what you needed after the bullshit you encountered today.

Suddenly, the door opened, making you gasp and cover yourself with your hands. In walked Tony with a knowing smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby, forgot to mention we share a bathroom.” He chucked out as he began to undress himself. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked as you eyed him.

His body was toned and fit. Hair covered his chest and arms thick, and the gold chain that hung on his neck made you gulp. You couldn’t control yourself as your eyes looked further down, and your mouth slightly hung agape as you took in the sight before you.

His v-line was deep and his happy trail made your thighs squeeze together. He was uncut, his pink tip barely peeking through his skin. He was girthy, very girthy. The length was intimidating, and you felt like his cock was staring at you.

You absentmindedly shook your head. Your mind was spinning, and you were unsure if the feelings you felt were feelings you should have about a man you’d just met. He chuckled to himself at your reaction as he lowered himself into the tub across from you.

And for some reason, you felt yourself move your arms away from your body to stop hiding yourself from him. Tony felt himself get hard under the water from the sight of you before him.

Your body glistened with water, and the soft ripples of your skin made his jaw clench—but what really got him, was your perky nipples just barely peeking through the water. Hard, and he wished to know just how sensitive they were. Your neck was beautiful, bare. He wanted to wrap his hands around it and ruin your life, but he knew he couldn’t; not yet, at least.

“C’mere, Bambi.” He said. You hesitated for a second before making a move towards him. He gently grabbed your arm and positioned you onto his lap. You could feel his cock beneath you, hard and prominent. It rested against your cunt that clenched around nothing. “Tony..” you whispered breathlessly.

“You gon’ let me make you feel good, baby? Hm?” He muttered against your lips. The way you shook your head unbelievably fast was embarrassing, but god, did it turn the man on.

His lips met yours in a heated kiss. His lips were rough and just a little chapped against yours, but you didn’t care. His tongue prodded against your mouth, and your tongues tangled together. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and everything about the interaction you were having right now was sloppy.

It was a mess, the way the mix of your saliva stringed onto the both of your tongues when you pulled away, just to dive right back in and continue. Your lips were swollen and red, puffy from Tony sinking his teeth down onto them in his haste of kissing.

His hands roamed your body, from groping your sensitive breasts to down your waist before resting on your plump ass. “Not gon’ fuck you here.” He said, breathlessly against your lips as he pulled the both of you up and into his bedroom.

He laid you softly onto the bed, moving your wet hair from your face. He stared at your for a moment. “Stay here. With me.” He demanded. “I’ll take care of you.” He said as his fingers traveled down, prodding at your entrance.

“Yes, anything, just please—“ you whimpered out as he slowly entered a finger into your sopping cunt. “Shh, I know.” He said as his finger began to enter you at a steady pace.

“More, please!” You told him. He clicked his tongue. “So needy. Gotta make sure you’re ready to take my cock, Bambi. Don’ wanna hurtcha.” He cooed out, holding your free hand in his, squeezing reassuringly.

You bit down onto your lip as he added in a second finger, beginning to speed up his pace. “You ever touch yourself? Hm?” He asked breathlessly as he watched the way you squeezed down onto his fingers. You nodded your head. “Cant make myself cum.” You whimpered out, your face blooming red.

He laughed mockingly. “Que hermosa.” He said. You didn’t know what that meant, but it made your stomach clench in an unfamiliar way. “Tony! I feel weird!” You gasped out, attempting to shove his hands away.

“S’okay, baby, just let go.” He said as he kissed down your stomach to your pussy that seemed to be talking to him everytime his fingers fucked into you. He sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth harshly, and the feeling in your stomach snapped as you released your juices all over his face with a loud moan.

He shook his head against your pussy, your clit still in his mouth, and you damn near screamed. He released your aching bud with a smug smile. He lifted himself up, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he lined himself to your entrance.

“Wait—Tony-“ you muttered, and he halted his movements. “What’s wrong, Bambi?” He asked softly. You bit down onto your lip. “M’scared.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled. Not a mean, cocky smile; but a sweet one. “S’okay, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he kissed your forehead, down to your cute little nose, then both of your cheeks, all the way down to your chin before he finally planted a kiss to your soft lips. You felt your heart literally explode.

His tip entered you slowly, before you knew it he was half way in and the stretch was painful. You both hissed, but for different reasons. You were tight around his cock, clamping down on him with a force, nearly making it hard to move. Meanwhile, it felt like he was tearing you apart on his cock.

Your nails dug into his back as you clung onto him, your little sniffles and whimpers not going unnoticed to Tony as he kissed your shoulder. “Doin’ so good, baby. Takin’ my cock good.” He said through clenched teeth.

He was finally all the way in you, and Tony wanted to move badly, but he refrained in fear of hurting you. Tears rolled down your face, and Tony kissed them away while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“Y-you can move.” You whispered, and Tony wasted no time in slowly pulling out before gently entering you again. The pain was quickly replaced with a pleasure you’d never felt before. “Oh my god—“ you gasped out as he entered you again, a little more harsh this time.

He filled you to the hilt, and you felt as though his tip was hitting your cervix as he rutted in you. “Amazing fuckin’ pussy, shit.” He groaned out as he began pounding into you.

Your moans grew uncontrollably and your breast bounced with every thrust his hips delivered to you and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You were so full, and you couldn’t get enough of his cock.

He was completely pussy drunk and the both of you couldn’t even form coherent words. Your gummy walls were warm and sucked him in so nicely. He never wanted to leave, and he was dreading the moment he was going to have to pull out of you. Your cunt felt like it was made for him, molding perfectly just to suit him and only him.

He was going to make sure he was the only person you were ever going to fuck again. He was going to ruin you for any other man, and make sure the whole world knew that you were gonna be his woman and his alone. He was the king, and he needed his queen. And when he seen you in that lousy club, he knew you were the one.

Nice, beautiful, soft and obedient.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, along with both of your moans, and your pleading. “Love this fuckin’ pussy, s’all mine, yeah?” He said as his forehead rested against yours.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed into you harder. “Ffuckkk, yes, yes, Tony, all yours!” You slurred out. He chuckled. “My good girl.” He moaned out as his hips drilled into yours at an inhumane pace.

“M’a good girl. M’your good girl.” You babbled out, not even realizing what you were saying as you nodded your head feverishly. “Gonna fill this pussy. Make you mine.” He groaned out as his thrusts became sloppy.

You felt yourself cum again, releasing your juices once again all over his lower abdomen. The way you were moaning and twitching under him, overstimulated, triggered his own release as he spurred his cum into your sloppy pussy; painting your walls white. But he didn’t stop, and his cock continued to fuck into you.

Your cunt was milking him and he wasn’t complaining. You were an uncontrollable, moaning mess under him. Your pussy was sensitive and sore by the time he finally pulled out of you, his body thumping next to you as you both laid breathlessly.

His arms pulled you into him, and being in his arms, legs tangling together, made you feel like all of this was so right. So perfect. He was so perfect.

You’d never be able to get enough of him after this, and Tony knew he was done for. The both of you craved each other more than anything you’d ever craved.

You fell asleep in his arms that night, the last thing you felt was Tony press a kiss to your temple and the world around you went dim.

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fierymiasma · 10 months

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𖦹 Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC 𖦹

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be

Requested by Anon

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1. First Date

"Is it true, Poppy?" Sebastian shook the poor girl by the shoulders so hard that her head was bobbing back and forth like a ragdoll. "Are you certain you saw her on a date? Could you possibly have mistaken her for someone else?"

Ever since his crush best friend saved Hogwarts, she had been constantly surrounded by male attention. It hadn't bothered Sebastian (it did). After all, he knew that what the two of them had was more than any silly hero worship could compare to. The hero of Hogwarts and Sebastian were inseparable. They were friends, dueling companions…they were…

…Well frankly Sebastian didn't quite know what they were.

Until now.

"Why do you want to know so much Sallow?" A feminine Scottish voice interrupted the conversation from behind Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian swore. Imelda fucking Reyes. Just what he needed. He had been in the middle of interrogating naïve Poppy Sweeting regarding their mutual friend's whereabouts. This wasn't the time for Imelda and her egotistic mind games. "This doesn't concern you, Reyes. I was speaking to Sweeting." He turned towards the short girl. "Poppy, as one of her dear friends, her best friend, you need to tell me where she is. All of Hogwarts depends on it."

Before Poppy could even respond, Imelda stepped in between them. With a flick of her wrist, she cast the tongue-tying jinx, silencing Poppy.

Poppy squeaked, fingers flying to her lips in surprise. Sebastian's eyes widened in shock. The only thing anyone could hear coming from Poppy's mouth was a string of unintelligible garble.

Imelda patted Poppy on the shoulder. "I think Poppy is having some trouble remembering the date's name." Poppy's eyebrows furrowed in contempt at Imelda as she tried to unsuccessful untie her tongue. "If only there was something to help jog the poor girl's memory."

Imelda made a hand gesture with her fingers like a Gringotts goblin rubbing two sickles together.

Sebastian's mouth dropped. It was just like Imelda to butt into a personal crisis and profit off the situation. This was not the time for extortion. Not when the savior's very first kiss was on the line. A part of him wanted to wring Reyes neck. But another, smaller, more Slytherin part of Sebastian applauded Reyes' clever thinking. Digging a couple of sickles from the recesses of his pockets, he chucked them into Reyes clawed hands.

"Are we settled, Imelda?" Sebastian sneered. "Can you leave me and Sweetings alone?"

"Hm…." Imelda looked down at the paltry sum in her hands. "Maybe her handsome date took her to the library…or was it the Quidditch field? Actually, I believe the pair went on a picnic next to the Lake. It is, after all, very romantic when the sun sets. A perfect view for snogging, if you ask me."

Sebastian called Imelda many foul, frankly unforgivable, names number his breath. "I'll do your History of Magic essay as well."

Imelda waved her wand over Poppy's face, undoing the spell.

Poppy coughed, sticking out her tongue at Imelda. "She's at the teashop in Hogsmeade with Benjamin Carrow. He's a Gryffindor 7th year." Poppy's cheeks blushed a bit. "Super tall. Very nice to look at."

Well, he did not need to know that last bit of information. Sebastian's neck muscles tightened. Benjamin Carrow. Sebastian was well aware of the reputation of that particular Gryffindor. He was even more aware of the effect that rake had on the female population of Hogwarts. Handsome. Chivalrous (supposedly). And of course, in Sebastian's book, up to absolutely no good.

He muttered a quick thanks to Poppy under his breath, before he spun away in a huff, stomping away with more force than necessary.

With the angry Slytherin out of the picture, Imelda flipped two sickles into Poppy's open hands. Poppy frowned at the coins in her hand, her stomach twisting into knots. "Should we tell Sebastian that he has nothing to worry about? I feel awfully bad watching him so stressed out over nothing."

Imelda happily tallied up the remaining sum of coins in her hand before pocketing them. "And ruin his fun? Never."

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Sebastian ran to Hogsmeade so fast that one could almost accuse him of apparating. His lungs were about to explode. One of his ribs might have broken in the process of running up to Hogsmeade. He steadied his hands on his thighs, trying to take deep breaths to replenish his supply of oxygen. Slamming open the door of the teashop, he scanned the cozy space for any signs of his friend.

His stomach dropped. Left corner booth in the back, hidden behind the wall of flutterby bushes. A classic play. It was the best place for unwed, young couples to neck in public without getting caught.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to let her be a victim any time soon.

He smoothed his hair into place. It was drenched from his sweat. No doubt, he looked like a mess, having practically bent time and space to get here.

With the confidence that only Sebastian Sallow could exude, he walked up to the couple's booth, ready to put a stop to this nonsense.

"Benjamin? It's funny running into you at a place like this! It's been a while since you were at Crossed Wands." Sebastian's tone was cheerful but his mouth was flat.

"Sebastian?" the savior of Hogwarts asked before her date could even say anything.

"I need to speak with you." Sebestian dropped all pretenses of pretending to give a shit about her date.

"You need to speak with me." She repeated flatly.

This operation was not going as well as he had hoped. "It's unfortunately urgent."

A painted eyebrow arched with skepticism. "You have an urgent message that cannot wait until this is over." It was rather apparent that she did not believe him.

Sebastian couldn't help himself anymore. Gently wrapping his hand around hers, he pulled her out of her chair. Well in for a knut, in for a sickle. "Yes, terribly sorry…" he address her date, "…rather unfortunate timing, but we must be on our way. No rest for the hero of Hogwarts after all."

She did not put up any resistance against him, her hand tightened in his as she allowed the other man to help her out of her seat. As Sebastian led her out of the teashop into the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, the savior of Hogwarts wondered what on earth was so important that Sebastian had to interrupt her very first date.

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Sebastian was still holding her hand as he steered her to a more secluded alleyway to have a private conversation. His hands were warm against hers. Despite them being such close friends, they didn't really touch much. Oh of course, she yearned for any excuses to brush against Sebastian. Bumping into him in the hallway, pressing her back against his in an exciting duel.

But holding hands? In public? Why by both Muggle and Wizarding standards, it was quite the controversy. Still she tried to cherish the feeling of his skin against hers even for this brief moment in time.

All too soon, they both arrived at the secluded nook right behind the backdoor of the Three Broomsticks. Sebastian reluctantly let go of her hand. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she let herself be whisked away from her date. This was it. After a whole year of waiting, months of yearning, and weeks of pining after the handsome Slytherin. Sebastian was going to finally confess his feelings towards her.

Poppy, Imelda and Natt had all reassured her, time and time again, that Sebastian was head over heels in love with her. In fact, it was Imelda who suggested going on a date to "remind Sallow of the other eligible bachelors". She resisted at first. It felt wrong to even imagine being with anyone other than Sebastian Sallow, but as their 6th year of Hogwarts dragged on, and as the leaves started falling from the trees, it got harder and harder to say no to all the date proposals.

Biting at her bottom lip, she looked at the boy before her, hoping that Sebastian would finally confess his feelings towards her.

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As Sebastian led her outside the romantic teashop, he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Well, Sebastian had always thought that the savior of Hogwarts was extremely attractive, even when she was covered in troll boogeys, but….with her hair done up, the small amounts of make up on her face, and a fetching dress that hugged her curves….

In the rare moments that Sebastian would pick up one of Anne's romance books, he would always roll his eyes and scoff at the writers who moaned at the difficulties of describing a Veela's beauty.

Now, he was starting to understand how they must have felt.

"Sebastian Sallow. Whatever you tell me has better be important."

She folded her arms in front of her chest, clearly not amused by his antics. Her finger drummed from forearm nervously, no doubt hoping to go back inside with Benjamin fucking Carrow.

"Sebastian Sallow," she repeated again, but this time there was a dangerous tone in her voice. "What was it, that was so important that you needed to interrupt?"

Her face was flushed a pretty pink, reminding Sebastian of the love potions Professor Sharp showed off in class last week. She looked even more beautiful when she looked murderously pissed at Sebastian. It was perhaps not an appropriate time to tell her how attractive she looked when she was angry.

"You can't date him." Sebastian fumbled.

"Who says I'm even on a date?" She shot back haughtily.

Sebastian clenched his jaw. "The Hogsmeade teashop. Teatime for two. Corner booth to the left. Classic play. Gryffindors use it all the time."

Okay, so maybe it was a date.

"Plus you're wearing a new dress I've never seen you in and wearing make up." His hands balled into fists. "You never wear make up like that." His voice was a hint accusatory.

She touched her lips subconsciously. Make up was still very new to her. It was her first date in well…her whole life, and she wanted to do something special. The hero of Hogwarts who was well versed in ancient magic and defeating trolls…was a novice in the romance department. She was so nervous that her make up gave her face a ghoulish appearance. But her date hadn't even commented or noticed. Her stomach flipped. She didn't know that Sebastian was the type of boy to even notice changes to her appearances.

Seeing what looked like to him a cold mask of disdain on her face, he knew he had to say something less she suddenly lose interest in the conversation and go back inside with that prat.

"You need to turn him down." He stressed.

"And why is that?"

A thousand arguments raced through Sebastian's brain. "He's a prick. I know his type, only dates whoever the most popular girl is. The second he loses interest in you, he'll move onto the next."

For some reason, Sebastian's words stung. With all the boys asking her out in her 6th year, she had hoped that it was because they found her personality charming, or witty, or frankly they found her appearance flattering. She was always a bit fearful that the boys were attempting to court her out for the bragging rights of getting a kiss from "the hero of Hogwarts." She crossed her arms in front of her. "Well maybe he's changed."

Sebastian snorted. "He hasn't."

She frowned. "Well, you don't know that. I like Ben. He's different. He's not like the other boys."

Sebastian rolled his eyes in exasperation. How many times had he heard that same expression come from Anne?

"He's a bloke, for Merlin's sake. They're all assholes."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him pointedly.

"Except me." Sebastian corrected. "I'm awful for entirely different reasons."

She sniffed. "You just don't like him because you're jealous that he gets more attention from other girls than you do." she mumbled under her breath bitterly.

The boy blinked owlishly. Something felt off about her statement but he wasn't quite sure why. His best friend had never hinted that she was ever upset at the female attention Sebastian received. In fact, ever since she had come to Hogwarts, Sebastian had never paid any mind to them. Why would she be so bothered by it?

Why did it even matter when she was the only one that Sebastian truly gave a damn about?

His chest felt tight. "Please, take my word for it." Sebastian looked her in the eyes. "Fellows like him…they're only after one thing, and the second they get it from you, they'll drop you like a sack of Dragon Dung." Sebastian's voice was quiet. "I just don't want to see my friend hurt."

She huffed, looking away from Sebastian and breaking eye contact. "He's a Gryffindor. They're more chivalrous than you give them credit for."

Slytherins were far better dates, and she knew it. Sebastian couldn't help but mumble under his breath. "Doubt it. He's a Gryffindor. They're all assholes."

She glared at him. "Garreth, Leander, and Natty are all Gryffindors."

Sebastian grimaced. "And it's truly Natsai's greatest flaw."

She scoffed. She can't believe she just let him waltz in there and kidnap her away from her date, only for Sebastian to basically just throw a tantrum. She was becoming like Ominis, too lenient on Sebastian's shenanigans. "Why do you even care?"

Sebastian looked at her incredulously. Did she not listen to a word of what he said? It's like she was purposely playing deaf.

"You're one of my best friends besides Ominis. I don't want to see you get involved with someone bound to hurt you."

Her body stiffened. ' A friend just like Ominis'. A friend. That's all they were to each other wasn't it? Merlin, how could she be so stupid. "And that’s why you came all this way to interrupt my date? Because I'm one of your friends?" She hissed the last two words through gritted teeth.

Sebastian ducked his head. He took a shaky breath in. "Yes. Ever since you came into my life, everything has changed. I care for you, deeply. You are one of my best friends, and I wouldn't be here without you."

She shoulders dropped. This wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I got to go Sebastian. It's rude for a lady to keep a man waiting."

Sebastian stood there in the damp alleyway, feeling exceedingly vulnerable, wondering what exactly he said wrong.

Before she could fully leave him, he turned towards her retreating form. He grasped her hand, holding her in place. Her wrist felt so warm in his hold. If he pressed his thumb down more firmly, he could feel her pulse point beat steadily against his.

She stilled.

"You can't date him." His words came out rushed and forced. "You're the most powerful witch in our generation. The prettiest one on top of it and the funniest one here. You deserve better."

She scoffed, wrenching her hand away from his loose grip. She was sick of pretty words from a pretty boy. It felt rather cold and lonely now. "What do you know what I deserve?

Sebastian's voice was thick with emotion. "I know you deserve someone who isn't intimated by how powerful you are. Someone who will always support your silly little errands. Someone who you can trust to have at your back in a duel. A gentleman who will always be loyal to you."

Someone….someone like me. He thought privately.

He didn't dare say the last part out loud.

Her eyes searched his face, perhaps looking from more from him. After a beat of silence, her shoulders fell. There was a stony, unreadable expression on her face.

"Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Sebastian." Her voice quiet and her lips pressed together tightly. "I'll be sure to remember your advice." Whipping her nicely done hair behind her, she walked back into the teashop, no doubt returning to a rather nice date with that sleazy Gryffindor.

Sebastian stood in the alleyway by himself, alone. He couldn't help but feel as though she wanted something more from him, but he couldn't tell what.

Part 2

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meaningofaeons · 11 months

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I am here w your svarog rec!!

Reader n clara are playing and one of them like, falls or something and gets rlly lightly hurt and just,,, his reaction to that

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"Bio heat reaction detected — Identifying bio information... Identification result: Y/N. — Hostility level: None. What can I do for you, Y/N?"

That familiar robotic tone greeted you as soon as you had made your way into Svarog's base camp, spotting the glowing red eye you had grown accustomed to.

The robot awaited you and Clara at the top of the steps, and you gently eased the small girl up, giving Svarog a gentle smile.

"Sorry, Svarog. While Clara and I were out, she got a small wound. I was wondering where you keep the medical supplies?"

"Y/N, I'm fine..." the young girl whined, clutching to your hand for a moment longer before walking over to give Svarog a greeting hug (which was really more of her latching onto his leg).

You nodded kindly.

"I know, dear. But if you don't get it looked at, it could get worse. We don't want that, do we?"

Then, you turned your attention to the robotic man.

"She really is fine, but she had quite the tumble, to be honest. Her knee has a slight scrape. Could you show us inside?"

"What happened?" Svarog's head tilted.

"Some Fragmentum monsters appeared out of nowhere. It was just in the scramble to find a hiding place. We're both okay."

"What of the condition of the monsters that encroached on your time together? Where are they found?"

You chuckled. Although his voice was as computerized as ever, you could hear the barest hint of protectiveness seep in every now and then—something that should be impossible, yet, here you were.

"Not to worry. I took care of them before we returned. Clara managed to find somewhere to hide in the scuffle."

"Understood. Come along, Clara."

"But what about Y/N?!" Clara burst out, tears threatening to fill her red eyes as she clutched onto Svarog's pantleg and tugged him back before he could walk away. "They tripped too!"

"Ah, nonsense!" you hurried, laughing nervously. "I'm really all right. I didn't get any injuries from it."

"But if I need to get checked out, you should too! Just in case!"

Children sure are stubborn these days.

You shook your head in resignment, turning again to the tall robot as he scooped Clara into his arm.

"Do you mind if I impose?"

"You are not someone capable of imposing. You are always welcome in our camp," Svarog answered surely, without leaving space for a single question or protest. He moved towards you, offering one hand while his other was occupied holding Clara.

You took it graciously, heading into the small mansion that was Svarog's home.

"Not someone capable of imposing, hmm... Is that all part of your calculations too?" you nudged him as you made your way through the halls, going to the makeshift infirmary set up in the back corner of the estate.

"Yes."

You chuckled lightly. Stoic as always. Then again, he is a robot.

"What if I defected, became a vagrant and went to steal your stockpiled goods for whatever reason?"

"Calculating — Rate of trust towards Y/N exceeds that of the average human. Probability of betrayal, defection, or otherwise malintent: 0.00%. Result identical to previous fifteen calculated results. Existing data will temporarily not be altered."

Your eyes widened a bit of that, and you raised a brow.

"Clara, have you asked him such a thing before?"

"No, I haven't..." she trailed off. You turn to Svarog.

"So, you think about me often, do you?" you teased lightly, knowing the robot would have some sort of calculative response to that.

Svarog did not respond.

In the moment, you shrugged it off, but something tickled the back of your mind about the way he remained silent.

Was there really a way to calculate such a thing with pure logic?

You chose to shove the thought from your mind for now.

Svarog gently sat Clara on the examination table, gathering bandages and ointment. He placed them on the table beside you, standing back and allowing you to gently patch up the small girl's leg.

As soon as you finished, the girl had hopped up at once, hugging you and Svarog lightly as she went to the door.

"I'm going to go check on Pascal. Bye, Mr. Svarog! Bye, Y/N!"

You waved her off with a smile, sighing as you leaned against the wall.

"Please sit on the examination table, Y/N."

The computerized voice cut through your thoughts, and you eyed Svarog, who was very pointedly staring at your knee. You chuckled nervously, waving your arms again.

"Svarog, like I said, I'm fine. I didn't trip that hard—"

"According to observational results, you have a mild limp and a tremble in your left leg. Probability of injury: 96.38%. Probability of injury exceeding average standard of human pain tolerance: 47.92%. Probability of—"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" you huffed, tossing yourself onto the examination table and lifting up your pantleg. Though the gash in your knee was nothing life-threatening even if infection were to encroach, it did hurt, and nothing escaped Svarog's observational eye.

"See? Nothing too bad. I can take care of it myself back home, you don't need to worry."

"I will treat it."

"Svarog!" you exclaimed as he took the ointment in his large, metallic hand, applying a generous amount. "I really am okay!"

"Clara is worried for your well-being. As am I." The second part of his sentence made you shut up just a bit. That is, until he started rambling again. "Probability of Clara's mental well-being declining as a result of Y/N's injured knee — 93.49%—"

"I got it with the calculations! Just... do what you gotta do," you relented at last, allowing the robot to finish dressing your wound and bandaging you up at remarkable speeds.

Honestly, with how large his hands are, you weren't sure if he'd be up for it. Still, he did a decent job. Better than decent, really.

"Are medical skills also ingrained somewhere in that big computer-like database of yours?"

"I can access all databases relative to Belobog. As there are records of accurate and efficient medical care, I am able to perform these according to written instruction."

"Hmm... Well, thank you, regardless."

"You have my appreciation as well, Y/N, for assisting Clara. It would be appreciated if you would look after her in the future, as well."

You laughed lightly.

"Is that even a question? I'll always be there for you and Clara. No need to worry. Though, I'm sure you'd be able to demolish anyone that threatens Clara with far more ease than I."

"Verifying accuracy of claim — Combat systems—"

"Okay, Svarog, just an observation, no need for an analysis!"

"Very well."

By the time Svarog had led you back outside, Clara had returned, Pascal in tow. She gave you another great, big hug before you left, all while you patted the robot on the arm.

"I'll see you two later."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

"Bye, Y/N! Come back and visit again soon!"

As soon as you were out of earshot, the small girl turned to her father figure, a big beaming grin on her usually timid face.

"Are you and Y/N gonna get married, Mr. Svarog?"

Svarog did not reply aloud, but the whirring of his circuits made it plenty clear to Clara that calculations were running like rampant in his computerized mind.

"Let us go inside, Clara."

She only giggled.

#hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #svarog #svarog x reader #anon #🍓 anon

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angel-gone-south · 8 months

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HIIIIII love ur writing!!!!!! could I req hcs of Stan’s gang hearing from their gn!reader friend that their ex bf cheated on them and how they’d all react? thank you sm🫶🫶

Stan's Gang + Butters w/ Reader who was Cheated On!

omgggg wait... slay... gn reader + high school everyone cw: drugs + minor vio

【☆】★【☆】

Eric Cartman

he laughs

he's not sorry either

"HAH i can see why!"

but secretly makes plans.

the chili incident 2.0 will happen if you do not stop it

definitely threatens them.

not a touchy guy, but if you need to cry into his shoulder...

"thank you, cartman" "eric. and it's whatever. fuck off"

Stan Marsh

he gets it

takes you to his place

sets up a blanket fort with snacks

listens intently or puts on adam sandler movies if you don't wanna talk

he'll talk about anything with you

he feels really bad

will give them the stink eye in the hallways

Kyle Broflovski

"WHAT?!"

prepare for like a week of coddling no matter how long ago it was

gives you gifts and such

"it made me think of you"

does all this boyfriend stuff without realizing

"do you wanna snuggle??"

physical affection through the roof

trash talks them with you

almost went jersey on them when he saw them next

Kenny McCormick

"ohhhhhhh wack"

will offer to beat them up but

mainly he's just offering to get blazed and eat mcdonald's with you.

trash talks too but in like a goofy way

flirty as hell too

"i'd never treat you like that bb"

god he's so dumb but it definitely made you feel better

squares up with you if you ever let them in your life again

he is NOT letting you hurt yourself like that

Butters Stotch

HE SOBBED

"how could anyone do that to youuuu??? you're so perfect" :c

starts sending you sweet things randomly through text

"good morning sunshine! i saw a flower today and it reminded me of you!!"

absolutely clinging around you if you'll let him

definitely suspicious of any other s/o you may get

grills them. investigator butters is back

"what are your intentions?!" "what"

you are definitely reassurance/motivation buddies

"you can do it leo!!!" "and you're worth every good thing that happens to you (name)!!!"

TY FOR THE LOVE <3 I HOPE U LIKE IT ANON

#south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park gay #south park x reader #south park x you #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #gender neutral reader #south park #kyle brovlofski x reader #butters stotch x reader #eric cartman x reader #➳ Return to Sender!♡#➳ Sticky Notes!♡

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rzyraffek · 7 months

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Heyyy you probs already know who this is but could u pls do slashers reacting to their s/o (who is an age regressor) asking them to be their caregiver :3!!

Ty ur amazing🙏🙏🙏 - ur Agere follower 💗🙏

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT😭 school gives me no free time! Anyways here's your request!

(Caregivers are basically people who take care of age regressing person (in this context) )

Info: they/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers being s/o's caregivers

Jason Voorhees

Dude already acts like you're a baby, so he wouldn't mind doing it more often

When s/o asked him about being their caregiver dude kinda didn't expect that? You trust him to take care of you? THE Jason Voorhees?? Yay💖

He enjoys taking care of s/o whether they are age regressing or no

He doesnt even need to know what is age regression and how it works. Jason just vibes

Will absolutely spoil them btw

9/10 sweet guy

Micheal Myers

👍

Dude doesn't care

He is a bully and probably thinks that "You are already acting like a crybaby🥱 so whats the diffrence"

Tbh he always vibed more with kids than adults cuz they often judge him for all the 'killing innocent people' ugh. So he doest really mind s/o age regressing

The cons are that he is acting like old grandad who has no clue how to child

The pros are that he will throw hands if somone is rude (tbh they dont even need to be rude towards s/o they just have to look at them for too long)

He sometimes doodles with s/o! You guys have similar artystyles😭

4/10 evil

Brahms Heelshire

Funfact! I refuse to belive that name Brahms fucking exists, tf is that name, it doesn't sound like an acuall name but some made up shit

Dude is kinda worried that he will do something dumb while s/o is regressing. Like what if he sets kitchen on fire or something😭

Makes all schedule for little s/o😊 when there's nap time, when to eat, ect. Cuz he would get so lost without the plan

Picks s/o up like sack of potatos

6/10 pookie tried

Billy Lenz

👁👁

BRO GETS MORE ALONG WITH S/O WHILE THEY ARE REGRESSING HELP😭😭😭

Dude is simple minded, and childish and

Yeah he sucks at taking care of s/o, like how could he know that little humans need to be taken care off???? Like??? Why would he give them food? Dude bearly knows how to boil water

Exept all 'taking care of s/o' thingy he is a good at keeping company! He shares snacks and watches cartoons with s/o!

Sometimes he likes to pretend that he's a rat and he bites their legs during nap/sleep time (he doenst care if they are regressing or nah he just does that)

2/10 will hiss

Vincent Sinclair

Has siblings, hes knows how to child

Makes nice food and will spoon feed s/o if necessary

Very good at reading emotions so if s/o isn't very talkative... dude knows what's up

Infodumps them about pokemon games and lets s/o play on his old Nintendo DS

10/10 knows how to child

Bo Sinclair

Definitely dad vibes

Picks you up and goes 'ew a child' and after few days hes like 'if something happens to them I'm going to kill everyone in this room then myself'

Tbh he kinda lets himself be silly around little s/o cuz they won't judge or tease him for it

Dude absolutely picks them up and play-fights alot btw

6/10 b(r)o

All x reader tags are purley to reach bigger audience!! I used 's/o' cuz thats what anon wanted🥱

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax #sfw agere #age regression #request open #reqs open

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ayteya · 8 months

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Human or Avatar!reader giving her first ever Na'vi bracelet or necklace made by herself to Neteyam/Tsu'tey. It's not an amazing work, maybe even quite bad, but he keeps it anyway.

Also if you want to add some spice, such a gift may give him a wrong idea. But it's up to you.

Narlor - Beautiful

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Word count: 473

Warnings: ngl, I wrote this at literally 2 a.m. (Yes that's a warning itself), so I dunno if there are any mistakes (Sorry sorry). I just forgot to post it, so that's what I'm doing now.

A/N: Hey anon, thx for the request ^-^ I chose to do this one with Teyam, cuz I have smth in my drafts for Tsu'tey- Also, I didn't add spice, cuz I didn't rlly saw it fit into this fic, hope you'll forgive me <3

„Aaaand finished.“, he laid the newly-made necklace down on his thigh. „What about you, paskalin?“, Neteyam looked over at Y/N, watching her fingers move at the piece of jewelry.

She didn't turn to meet his eyes, still focused on tying the knots, „Mhm... Just a bit more.“

Neteyam nodded, silently sitting cross legged next to his girlfriend, watching her in awe as she created a necklace as beautiful as herself. How did he get so lucky? How did he get so lucky, to have a girl like that as his mate?

That 'a bit more' turned into 15 minutes, and she finally tied the finishing knot. „Done... Frustrating crap... Now I know why I'm better at hunting.“, dramatically, Y/N let herself fall back to the ground from her sitting position.

„It looks beautiful. You did really good, yawne.“

Y/N just blankly stared at him, at the necklace, then back at Neteyam again. „Yeah no. Doesn't look good. Just take a look at yours- The entire thing looks so- so... I dunno how to describe it, just wow. And then-“, she let out a scoff, holding up her selfmade jewelry with a single finger „and then there's this thing right here.“

The young man lightly pushed her shoulder, „Hey, stop talking like that, would you?. It looks great, alright? It's your first one, you'll make more in the future and I'm sure you're gonna like them.“

„Yeah ok, but look at that knot and bead right there, it's-“

Neteyam interrupted her with a quick „No, I said stop.“

But Y/N being Y/N, she didn't listen, „Lo'ak would've done better than m-“, her sentence was stopped as she felt Teyam's lips on her own, engaging her in a kiss.

After some seconds passed, they pulled apart, only for him to lean in once more, stealing another kiss from her soft lips. Y/N was kinda suprised, so she asked him, „What was that for?“

He only responded with, „Was the only way to stop you from talking shit, yawne.“

----

The next day, when Y/N saw Neteyam again, her eyes immediately fell to his neck. There was a necklace. Her necklace. The one she made the day before. How could he wear such thing?

Neteyam noticed her gaze and chuckled. „I didn't lie when I said it's beautiful.“, he mentioned to Y/N „You're wearing the one I made as well.“

„Of course, but-“

„Paskalin, Dad doesn't want me to be late for training again.“, he stroked her cheek before bending down to give her a passionate kiss. „I'll see you later, yeah?“, with that, Neteyam stepped over to Jake, who was standing some feet away, aling with a handful of other hunters from the clan.

Now it was Y/N's turn to think how she could get so lucky, as she watched her beloved boyfriend walk away.

!Translations! Paskalin - Honey/Sweet berry Yawne - Beloved

Hope you liked it, if you want to request something, just click here.

Love y'all, Ayteya <3

#avatar #avatar twow #avatar 2022 #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #avatar (james cameron)#ayteya.writes

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katsu28 · 1 year

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🍭 lollipop - 25. “Don’t do that. Don’t push me away. I can’t help it” From list 4 with steve??? pls and ty honey <3333

thank you for this request sweet anon! i hope you like it <3 even if it is just a pile of angst oops

steve harrington x reader, 1.2k, general tw for depression (it's not explicitly stated but it's kinda implied)

Steve knew something in you had changed when you slowly stopped hanging out with everyone. Even when you did join them, he noticed that you weren’t entirely there. You always seemed a million miles away, smiles a little too forced, eyes a little too hollow. Where there used to be warmth that made everything seem a little brighter, there was nothing but hardness in your gaze, like the light in you had been snuffed out.

It was like you were becoming a shell of the person you once were, right before his very eyes.

And he understood why, because he’d gone down the same path the first time he witnessed the horrors of the Upside Down. How could someone face everything that you all had and not come out the other end a different person?

Steve wanted to be there for you—show you that you weren’t alone, that you had someone who could help. That you had him. He just had to figure out how.

That was how he found himself hovering on your doorstep tonight, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for you to answer his constant knocking. It seemed like an eternity before the door swung open to reveal you standing on the other side of it, wrapped in a blanket and peering out at him in confusion.

“Steve?” Your brow furrowed, hands gripping the edges of the blanket to draw it tighter around yourself.

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“I don’t think—”

“Please?” You opened the door a little wider for him, moving to the side wordlessly as he hurried across the threshold and headed straight for the living room. You followed him, taking a seat on the couch and watching him pace back and forth in front of you for a good while until he finally stopped.

Steve turned to you, letting out a deep breath. “I had an entire speech planned out in my head on what I was gonna say to you, but now that I’m here I’ve forgotten everything, so forgive me if I’m, like, rambling a lot, and I’m sorry if I sound pushy or anything, I just—I need you to know this.”

You hesitated a beat before answering, wary of what he was about to say to you. “Okay.”

“I know what you’re going through right now, Y/N. Well, not exactly what you’re going through, but I get it. Hell, I’ve even gone through it myself. This saving the world shit is fucking awful, I get it. It’s like, the world is fine, but you’re…not. Not you, specifically, I mean, but us. We’re not fine.” He blurted, hands moving a million miles a minute in gestures that might’ve been a tad too crazed, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You feel like you’re suffocating in your own thoughts all the time, and you keep replaying everything in your head, wondering if things would’ve ended the same way if you’d just tried something else, or gotten to Eddie a little faster. You feel like you’re never gonna be okay ever again, but I’m here to tell you that you will be. You’re gonna be okay, because I’m here for you. And I know that sounds like a load of crap, I thought so too after everything, but I promise, I’m here for you, anything you need.”

He halted in his pacing once more to look at you, pleading honey eyes boring into yours. You glanced away immediately, focusing on the lamp in the corner of the room, because the longer you looked at him, the more the defenses you put up would start to crack. “You can yell at me, throw things at me, tell me you hate the world and everything in it, tell me you hate me—I don’t care. I just want you to let me help you.”

You pressed your lips together, fists clenching under your blanket. “I don’t need your help, Steve. And I appreciate the effort, but I’m fine.”

“You’re my best friend and I love you, you know that. So you know that I mean it in the nicest way when I say, no you’re not. You’re not fine, Y/N, and I know that because I know you. I know you’re not sleeping, I know you’re barely eating, and I know that you’re scared and angry and confused and about a hundred other different emotions that you can’t pinpoint., because…y’know, who wouldn’t feel the same after everything that's happened?” Steve couldn’t help the bitter chuckle that fell from his lips at his own words, because it was true.

Even he still felt the same way most of the time, terrified that something else would happen and it would be right back to square one, all of you fighting a war against something the bounds of which you couldn’t even begin to understand, but fighting anyway because if you didn’t, no one would.

“And I wish I could take away everything bad in the world from you, but I can’t. All I can do is help you through it, if you let me.” He said defeatedly, kneeling in front of you.

His hands rested on your knees, the warmth of his palms spreading through your whole body. “I can’t lose you, okay? Not after everything else we’ve lost. I need you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, and I need you. So I’m sorry if I sound like an asshole right now, but whatever tough ‘I can handle it on my own’ thing you’ve got going on here, don’t do that. Don’t push me away.”

“I can’t help it.” You whispered, lip trembling. When you finally met Steve’s gaze, your eyes were bright with unshed tears, and he was next to you instantly, wrapping his arms around you tighter than you ever thought possible. His hug was the final nail in the coffin, the last crack in your wall that sent it crumbling to the ground. You buried your face into his chest as sobs shook your body, clutching at him like he was your lifeline as you let every feeling all out into the fabric of his sweatshirt, barely hearing the reassurances he whispered into your hair.

You’d never cried like this in front of anyone before, not even him, and after you’d finally stopped hiccupping, you felt strangely lighter. Still the same as before, but a little bit like the weight on your shoulders had been lessened just by knowing Steve was here. He wiped your tear tracks away with his sleeve gently, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to shut you out.” You sniffled, inhaling a shuddering breath. Steve made a noncommittal noise, taking one edge of your blanket and squeezing himself under it, squishing even closer to you.

“Hey, no. You don’t be sorry. Just promise me you’ll let me help you through this.”

You held out your pinky towards him. “I promise.”

“Good.” He linked his own pinky around yours, giving it a firm shake. “Now let’s try and get some sleep, okay? What can I do for ya? I can sing a little something, if you want. Some Tears for Fears, perhaps?”

You let out a watery chuckle. “Not Tears for Fears, please.”

“Whoa, what’s wrong with Tears for Fears?”

“Nothing. Just…stay here with me?”

“Okay.” He said softly, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. “I can do that.” He wouldn’t even dream of leaving. Not now, not ever.

#i am so sorry for this #nothing like writing sad shit at three in the morning amirite :')#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #kait celebrates 1k!

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insanityofbones · 6 months

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🍪 Anon asked

Mommyyyyy can you make Yandere Rengoku headcanons for a female reader whos super short?? 🥺 i love your work btw → 🍪

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : Yandere!Rengoku X Fem!Short!Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Yandere, obsession, Rengoku masturbating over you, 2 small drabbles, smut, gore/murder description of tengen

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 : God i had fun with this one, ty cookie! Here's your food! 🥀 a bit of self projection on my end tbh

Let me have a bite.

† Rengoku is constantly watching you, especially around Tengen. Despite the fact the man is his best friend, he can't help but distrust him.

† He thinks your shortness is cute but it also makes you weak. Rengoku being a man, he believed he needed to protect you at all costs.

† One time Tengen was being way too flirty with you, Rengoku cut that shit out almost immediately. 'Stay away from Y/N Tengen, she is mine.'

† Sometimes he picks you up to reach high places, a Rengoku Speciality. It also gives him a reason to put his hands on your thighs, wanting to mark you as his.

† You weren't even allowed on missions without Rengoku, he simply didn't want you alone. He just had to be by your side, the thought of another man stealing you carved deep into his soul.

† Rengoku regularly thinks about your sweet body draped over him, inducing him to jack off to the thought of taking you whole.

Sweat dripped from his toned body, pants filling the air as he just thought about you. Imagining your cunt clenching around his cock, Rengoku's hand pumping the hard flesh. The fact you would never know just made it hotter, the thought of him cumming inside of your pussy filled him with a primal need. To keep you forever and ever, to never let you go. The feeling of his warm seed leaking onto his hands with a loud groan, moaning your name into the air.

† He often gives you tiny gifts, usually signed with something like 'Secret Admirer' since Rengoku doesn't want you to know how you drive him insane.

† One time you had trouble falling to sleep at camp on a mission, Rengoku gladly held you the entire night. Even if he didn't sleep himself, he just had to stay awake to make sure you didn't crawl out of his warm grasp.

† With everyone else Rengoku is very cheery, and loud and kind. However, when he is around you it's like being watched by a hawk. His eyes never being taken off of you, especially when you were interacting with someone else.

† When Tengen confessed to you one day, Rengoku overheard it. Driving him to kill Tengen right infront of you.

Emotions whirled your head while you stared at the man you adored, covered in blood. Tengens lifeless body on the floor, fiery eyes burning with a homicidal passion. Rengoku turning to you to smile. "I love you Y/N. Love me too, you have to, you have to." You stuttered trying to say it back— fear crawling in your veins as he held up his katana. Ready to kill you too, cause if he couldn't have you. No one would.

Tags : @flametrashira (thought you might be interested, kek, sorry if your not <3)

#ik its bad #first time doing headcanons #yandere!rengoku #yandere #fem!reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku smut #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro rengoku #🥀† insanity™#🥀† Rengoku

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kermitkrqb · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x Weathervanes Baker! Reader.

Just an idea I had. Thought it would be cute especially if the reader doesn’t like coffee. Personally caffeine makes me tired so I prefer not to drink it.

Anyway just want some banter and flirting. Maybe they’re dating but have to be subtle cause they work together?

That’s all! <3

~ GWA

Coffee Boy || Tyler Galpin x reader

A/n: I love this concept anon! 💞

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, teasing and banter, jealous Tyler, baker!reader, no spoilers here lovelies!

The delightful aroma of cinnamon filled the air as you set aside the tray of baked goods. Your hands were sore and achy after continuously putting together the Weathervane’s signature cinnamon buns. From the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar hand cheekily hovering over the hot tray, you didn’t hesitate to usher it away, “Ty! I just finished baking those, you gotta wait for them to cool down or you’ll burn yourself…again.” The curly headed boy gave you a sheepish grin before walking over to you and placing his hands on your waist, “It’s not my fault you’re so good at baking,” he kissed the knuckles on your sore hands, “but, I promise I’ll be careful this time.” You shook your head in amusement before joking, “Always the ulterior motive, Galpin,” you gestured beside you, “but lucky for you, I have one prepared and ready to eat.” Tyler pulled you into a quick kiss before picking up the cinnamon bun, “I knew I was dating you for a reason!” You raised an eyebrow teasingly, “Careful now, or I may think you’re using me for my godly baking skills.” The tall brunette let out an exaggerated gasp, “How’d you find out?”

Tyler was quick to finish the cinnamon bun you had made for him, walking up to you to hug from behind as you were stocking the front counter. “Tyler, you’re gonna scare away the customers! See- there’s already that old man staring!” You harshly whispered. The cheeky boy chuckled before spinning you around, “Let him stare. Besides, he’s just mad he doesn’t get to do this.” Tyler leaned in to capture you in a sweet kiss, any complaints you had in mind disappearing as you focused on the brunette on your lips. You pulled away after a bit, “And you wonder why we never get scheduled together.” A customer rung the front bell interrupting the two of you, your face still slightly flushed from Tyler’s antics, “Hey! What can I get for you today?” The customer was a tall boy roughly you and Tyler’s age, “Hey. I’ve never seen you ‘round here before.” You smiled at the boy and explained, “Yeah, I don’t usually work at the front, I do all the baking.” The tall boy leaned in, “Oh yeah? What’s your favourite coffee here? I’ll buy it for you. Consider it a thanks for making-” Upon hearing the interaction, Tyler had inched closer to you wrapping his arms around you from behind eyeing the boy in front of him. Rolling his brown eyes, Tyler interrupted, “They don’t drink coffee,” he deadpanned, “now what do you want?”

Stunned by the sudden interruption, the boy could only mutter out, “Just a cappuccino.” After processing the order, Tyler pulled you away from the front counter giving you an extended kiss as his eyes taunted the poor boy. Your face was tinted pink as you pulled away, lightly scolding the boy for being so cocky but smiling nonetheless. “You’re lucky you’re cute Ty.” You teased. The Galpin boy could only grin as he went to prepare the customer’s order. Before your hands could reach for the finished cappuccino, he gently pushed you aside, “I’ll do it.” You raised an eyebrow before watching Tyler hand out the order, the poor customer avoiding eye contact with you as Tyler spoke to him in a hushed whisper. Walking back to you, the honey eyed boy had a smirk on his face before leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. You shook your head in amusement, “What did you say to that poor boy?” The curly headed boy shook his head before teasing you, “Nothing of your concern, now c’mere.” Tyler’s muscular arms reached around you as he pulled you in closely, whispering, “Don’t even worry about him.” He closed the gap between two of you kissing you deeply whilst he cupped your face. You made a mental note to make the coffee boy jealous more often.

#Tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday fanfic #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #fluff #fanfiction #kermitkrqb

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hwangcore · 2 years

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pinned! — k.sm

warnings: smut, reader has a bit of a hand kink (me too babe), oral sex and orgasm denial (f receiving both), they fuck against a door, unprotected sex (please don’t do this at home), soft dom seungmin makes a return <3

wc: 2.9k

note: ty to the anon who requested this!! it is very self indulgent i will not lie, but i had fun writing it!!

enjoy <3

If Kim Seungmin was one thing, it was the bane of your existence.

Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic.

Kim Seungmin was many things. He was quiet for the most part, but also thoughtful, funny, sweet, and he was definitely the cutest boy you’d ever met. Kim Seungmin was without a doubt the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for.

But right now you couldn’t focus on any of that. You weren’t thinking about his thoughtfulness, like when he got you that butterfly bracelet you’d been eyeing for weeks (the one that was currently on your wrist, because you refused to ever take it off). You weren’t thinking about how funny or sweet he was, or any other parts of his personality that you’d fallen head over heels for. No, you weren’t thinking about any of them.

Because right now Kim Seungmin, who was sitting across from you at one of the tables in the library meant for studying, was twirling the stupid little puppy pen you’d gotten him between his stupidly long fingers, making you unable to focus on anything else besides how hot your boyfriend was with his stupid, veiny, attractive hands.

So yes, Kim Seungmin was the bane of your existence, and the cause of all your problems.

After what was most likely several minutes of you staring at his hands and imagining all the nasty, dirty, pleasurable things he could do to you with them, Seungmin finally broke the silence.

“I can feel you staring you know.”

“Good.”

He finally tore his eyes away from the book laid on the table in front of him, looking up at you with a raised brow. “Are you that desperate for my attention?”

He was still messing with the pen, and you spared his hand a quick glance. “It’s your fault for distracting me.”

“I’m not even doing anything. Maybe you should work on not getting distracted so easily.”

“Trust me, you were doing plenty. Are doing plenty.”

“Am I?” He finally put the pen down to cross his arms, leaning back in his seat. He was wearing his glasses today, and it made him look even more attractive in your mind. Either your sexual appetite had skyrocketed, or Seungmin was just unfairly hot in everything he did. Probably both.

“Yes. You know exactly what certain parts of you do to me.”

“Ah yes, I’d almost forgotten about your hand kink.”

“I do not have a hand kink!” You protested, probably too loud for a library, but this was the one on campus filled with college students. They’d probably heard (and seen) weirder things than a couple arguing over what kinks one of them had.

“Really? That’s not what you were saying the other night when I had my fingers shoved in your mouth and you were drooling all over them.” You knew exactly what night he was talking about, and you fought back a shudder at the memory of how hard he made you cum.

You rolled your eyes instead. “Yeah, because I couldn’t say anything, Sherlock. You kept shoving your fingers deeper every time I tried to.”

“Like you didn’t love it.” Seungmin scoffed.

You moved to the edge of your seat and began rubbing Seungmin’s ankle with your own, wasting no time in going higher to brush over his shin and calf as well. “I never said that I didn’t.”

Even though he pretended to be unaffected, you knew your boyfriend too well. You knew exactly how much he liked the cute little pastel blue skirt you were wearing, as well as the white thigh high stockings you usually wore with it, today being no exception. And you especially knew how much he liked to fuck you in them.

The two of you engaged in a silent staring contest, practically daring the other to break first.

“Are you really trying to play footsies with me in the library?” He asked, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot back to the floor just as you reached his knee.

“Well I was…” You pouted. “C’mon Seungminie, don’t you wanna have your way with me? Fuck me until I’m crying for it? Hmm or maybe you’d want to shove me down on my knees and make me choke on you?” You bit your lip, glancing down at his hands again. “Mm, doesn’t that sound nice? My mouth on your perfect cock, your hands in my hair, pulling it as much as you like?”

Seungmin clenched his jaw, and for one brief second you thought you might’ve actually upset him, but then he was slamming his book closed and standing up.

“You’re so fucking insufferable sometimes, you know that?” He grabbed his backpack from the seat next to him before walking to the other side of the table and holding out a hand.

“Well?” He prompted when you merely looked at it with wide eyes. “You wanted me to fuck you so bad you were talking like someone in a cheap porno, and I’m not gonna do it here, so let’s go.”

“Wait, for real?” You grabbed your bag and took his hand, letting him tug you up and smiling giddily when he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Seungmin rolled his eyes as he began guiding you out of the library. “Like I’d be stupid enough to pass up my girlfriend offering her pussy up on a silver platter.”

“Kim Seungmin!”

You could feel his lips curl up into a smile as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Oh, so now you’re shy?”

You’d barely made it into your dorm room before Seungmin had you pressed up against the door with his tongue shoved down your throat, kissing you like you hadn’t seen each other in months. You moaned against his lips, reveling in the feeling of having him pressed tight up against you after feeling needy for so long.

Eventually, when the need for air became too strong for either of you to ignore, Seungmin pulled away from your mouth with a quick scrape of teeth to your lip.

As he began kissing and nibbling on your neck, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Now who’s desperate?”

“Still you,” he mumbled, before biting extra hard on a more sensitive spot.

“Says the one trying to maul my neck.” You hissed.

He soothed the stinging flesh with a swipe of his tongue and sucked on the spot briefly. “You were the one trying to give me a foot job in public.”

You made a face, and just as you were going to tell him to never say the words ‘foot’ and job’ right after each other, his hands, the things that started it all, dropped down from your waist to your thighs, just above where your stockings ended. They slid up slowly until he had them firmly planted on your ass, and squeezed.

He moved his head away from your neck to brush his lips against yours. “And you know exactly what this skirt does to me, honey.”

You held back a smirk, blinking up at him innocently. “The thigh highs too, right?”

“You’re a menace to society.”

You moved your hand down from where it was resting on his chest to cup him through his jeans. “You know what they say baby, you are what you eat.”

Seungmin shook his head, but you could tell he was trying to hold back from laughing. “I hate you.”

“Love you too.” You pecked his lips and squeezed his dick. “Now, are we just gonna talk and grope each other or are you going to throw me on the bed and have your way with me?”

“Actually I was thinking-“

“That’s dangerous.”

“-that we could skip the bed today.” His fingers began playing with the band of your panties, snapping the elastic against your hip.

You narrowed your eyes. “If you’re thinking about shower sex you can forget it right now. My knee still hurts from slipping last time.”

“No, not the shower sweetheart.” He kneeled down suddenly, pulling your underwear off and stuffing them in his back pocket. “I was actually thinking about just taking you right here.” He bunched your skirt up and began leaving soft kisses along your thighs.

“H-Here?” You stuttered. “Like, like right here? Against the door?”

“Against the door.” He hummed, kissing along your hip bone, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. “Is that okay? Can I have you right here honey?”

“Yes, yes, please, I-“ You gasped as he grabbed your thigh and moved it to rest on his shoulder, exposing your pussy to him. “I’ll let you fuck me anywhere Seungmin just please do it now.”

“I’ll remember that.” He mumbled, burying his face in your cunt and licking a wide strip up your folds before stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside you as far as he could.

“Fuck! Fuck, Minnie, Seungmin, oh my fucking go-“ The hand not gripping your hip and holding your skirt up moved, and suddenly his thumb was rubbing slow, wet, circles on your clit.

The sensations of his mouth licking, sucking, and kissing all over your pussy along with the perfect amount of pressure he was using to stimulate your clit was pushing you towards the edge faster than you could comprehend.

“Seungmin, fuck, I-“ An extra hard suck made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I cum? Seungminie? Can I?”

“Hmm,” The vibrations from his mouth made your legs shake, but then he was pulling away with one last lick to your clit. “No.”

“Seungmin!” You whined, trying to escape the tight grip he had on your hips, but to no avail.

Eventually, when you finally stopped thrashing and simply leaned back against the door, Seungmin stood up and gathered you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck. “Are you done with your tantrum now?”

“Fuck you.” You muttered. “You’re an awful, rotten, terrible person.”

“Oh really?” He kissed the top of your head. “I guess I should go home then, since I’m such an awful, rotten, terrible person. Surely you wouldn’t want someone like that to fuck you, no?”

Your grip on his shirt tightened. “Don’t you dare.”

“Then let go of me and let me get you ready for my cock.”

“I am ready, I’ve been ready, just stick it in already!” You whined.

Seungmin sighed and kissed your forehead. “How romantic.”

You glared at him. “If you wanted romance you should’ve asked Felix to date you.”

Your boyfriend jerked back as if he’d been slapped and scrunched his nose up in a look of disgust. “Are you trying to make my dick go soft? Because I can assure you, mentioning my roommate is the fastest way to do that.”

“Come on Minnie,” You huffed. “Don’t you wanna fuck me? Get your cock nice and wet inside my hot, tight, little pussy? I promise I’ll treat you so good.”

Seungmin sighed. “And the bad porno talk is back.”

“Well that ‘bad porno talk’ just made your cock twitch against my hip.” You raised a brow.

His cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Shut up. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“I think we both know the answer to that babe, do you even have to ask?”

“Not really, no.” Seungmin turned you around and pressed down on your back, making you arch so your ass was sticking out. “I just like hearing how desperate you can get for me.” You heard a zipper being pulled down as well as the shuffling of clothes, before he pressed up against your back and you could feel his cock rubbing up against your pussy, coating it thoroughly in your slick.

“C’mon Minnie, please, please,” You were getting worked up again, but you knew Seungmin loved it. “Want you so bad, want your cock so bad, please fuck me.”

“Alright sweetheart, calm down.” He kissed your cheek softly and rubbing his hands up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you. “I’ll fuck my pretty girl just like she wants, don’t worry.”

While one of his hands moved up to your blouse to start unbuttoning it, the other went down to guide his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Fuck-“ He breathed once he was buried to the hilt inside you. “You really weren’t kidding about being wet, were you.”

You shook your head, focusing on how good it felt to finally have him inside you after being desperate for him almost all day.

His other hand finally got your blouse unbuttoned, and he wasted no time in pulling the cups of your bras down and replacing them with his hands, squeezing and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. “You okay for me to start moving sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” You whimpered. “P-Please move.”

He pulled his hips back slowly, making sure you felt every ridge and vein on his cock, before shoving himself back in. It only took a few more thrusts like that to have you whining at him to go faster.

“But I thought you said I could have you any way I wanted? What if I wanted you like this?” He moved his hips away, leaving you with his cock buried only halfway inside.

“Seungmin!” You sobbed, feeling tears start to form in your eyes. “Don’t tease me, please, just-just want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Seungmin pressed back up against you, burying himself as deep inside you as he could get. “Poor baby,” He kissed along your shoulder, up your neck, all the way to the corner of your mouth. “Look at me sweetheart.”

You turned your head and immediately his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply.

“You really need it, huh?” He asked breathlessly after breaking the kiss.

You nodded pitifully. “Don’t wanna think about anything else but you and how good you make me feel.”

“Alright sweet girl, I’ll be nice.” He pressed another kiss to your neck.

His next thrust, and every one after that, felt like anything but him being “nice”, but the amount of pleasure and pure fucking relief of finally being fucked like you wanted was too much for you to try and say something sarcastic. You couldn’t think of anything but Seungmin, Seungmin, Seungmin.

“Fuck, baby,” He moaned, voice deeper and breathy, and you couldn’t help but clench around him, loving the fact that you had just as much as an effect on him that he did on you.

“Fuckfuckfuck- Sweetheart, darling, don’t fucking do that or else I’ll cum before either of us want me to.” His right hand left your breast to smack down harshly on your ass, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from doing something embarrassing. Like whining just from having your boyfriend spank you.

“Seungmin, Minnie,” You panted. “Please, gonna cum soon, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Yeah? Is my pretty doll gonna cum for me?” His thrusts stayed the same, no speeding up, or slowing down, nothing. It was the same, rough yet steady pace he had set, and the consistency drove you crazy, edging you even closer to your release.

“Please, please, please!” You weren’t sure why or even what you were pleading for, but Seungmin seemed to know your body better than you did, as the hand previously gripping your ass slid around your waist and down to where the two of you were connected.

All it took was one, harsh rub on your clit paired with the fingers of his other hand pinching your nipple, and suddenly your pussy was clenching around him right as you came with a loud sob that vaguely sounded like your boyfriend’s name.

“Good girl,” Seungmin groaned. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you honey?”

You could only manage a weak nod as Seungmin continued fucking you.

“Where should I cum baby? Hm? Where do you want it?”

“In-Inside, Minnie. Please. Wan-Want your cum so bad.”

It was like something in Seungmin snapped as his grip on you grew tighter and he started fucking his cock into you even harder. “I love you sweetheart, love you so much. You’re so good, so good, love your pussy, love your tits, love you, loveyouloveyouloveyou-“

You both moaned as Seungmin came inside you, filling you up with his hot, sticky cum.

“That was so good,” You breathed, leaning your head against the door. “Fuck.”

You could feel Seungmin’s mouth curl up in a smile as he buried his face in your neck. “We just did.”

You groaned and half-heartedly tried to push him away. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

He ghosted small kisses all over your neck and shoulder, still not pulling out. He knew you both wanted to stay connected like this just a little longer. “Says the girl who tried to seduce me in a public library.”

“Well, duh.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the hand that was still cupping your breast and bringing it up to your mouth to press your lips to the back of it. “Have you seen your hands? They’re irresistible!”

Seungmin snorted as he pulled his face away from your neck and kissed your cheek. “I’m glad you think so.”

You sighed happily, snuggling back into him. “Love you, babe.”

“Me or my hands?”

“Seungmin!”

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year

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Hi! wondered if i could request a Masky x Fem reader? Where the reader is injured because of something Masky did?

Ty if so! <3

~ Posion anon

Thank you so much for requesting!

TW: brief mentions of domestic violence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masky with an injured fem!reader

This was probably the most heated argument you've had in a while with Tim

He came home pretty tired, and he didn't feel like putting his things away

Which you can understand, that's not the part that made you mad

The part that made you mad was when he began to take off his sweaty clothes in different areas of the house as he moved to your shared bedroom

One boot was by the door, the other by the couch, his shirt on the stairs and his pants tossed carelessly over his dresser

And then next morning as he was getting ready, he got mad at you for not getting his stuff together

Now, you love Tim and you are more than willing to help him out in his times of need

But you are not some sweet little houswife that will clean up all his messes

He is a fully grown man and he can start acting like one

So as he yelled and bantered about how you should've at least gotten his stuff together, and how he'll now have to work in sweaty, dirty clothes because you didn't wash them, you could feel your anger level rising higher and higher

Eventually you'd had enough and began to yell back, telling him if it mattered that much to him he could've done it himself

The argument continued to escalate until you were both just screaming at each other unintelligible style

You are starting to get tired of this, so you push him a bit just to move him out of the way

Immediately he punches you square in the face

You are thrown back, your hand going up to touch your now aching cheekbone

You look at him with a trembling lip and watery eyes, and you could tell that as soon as he'd done it he regretted it

His expression softens from an angry glare to a look of pure sadness as he comes to hug you

You let the tears fall and the sobs leave your lips

Tim rubs your back and kisses the top of your head "shit, baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, please forgive me" he whispers into your hair

You like the comfort, but he also just punched you in the face. As far as you're concerned, he can suck it

So you push him away and storm up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door and continuing to cry

Leaving a very panicked Tim on the first floor

He would've gone after you, and tried to concole you further but he had to go to work, lest he be punished by Slender fo being late

While at home, you went through a flury of emotions

Sadness, anger, doubt

You had hidden yourself under a blanket so you couldn't see any of Tim's belongings

The punch had now bruised over, making you cringe when you saw it in the reflection of your phone screen

Instead of being bothered by this any further, you decide to fall asleep

You were only awoken by the sound of heavy boots on the floor, coming up next to you and rubbing your covered back

You roll your eyes and flip open the covers, giving him a nasty glare

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially when he notices the huge bruise

He sets a big bag of things on the bed and motions for you to open it

He got you your favorite restaurant's food, some snacks and a cute little teddy bear

You raise a brow and look at him

"You really think that food is gonna excuse you punching me?"

He shakes his head and sits with you "No, definetly not but I figured you still deserve something nice"

You scoff "get the fuck out"

He looks at you, shocked "Out?"

"Out." You say again

"Out where?" He stands and rubs his hands together nervously

"I don't care, just not around me." You state simply

Tim really doesn't want to leave you, especially right now

But he also doesn't want to make you more angry than you already are, so as he walks to the front door to go out somewhere he racks his brain for any possible solutions that could allow him to make it up to you

Let's just hope he figures it out soon....

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