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She/her, 18+

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I will not go in depth about gender/race/looks about the reader, everything will be up to your imagination.

However, if you want the reader to look a specific way or for the reader to be a specific gender, please elaborate what kind of scenario you want to read and elaborate on the struggles, if there are any, a bit further so I won't make any mistakes.

I only write x readers for characters that are listed on the masterlists.

I won't take up any smut requests, but I might write some when I feel like it.

I only write canon x reader or canon x reader x canon.

I won't write and tolerate adult x child, incest, step-sibling stuff or pregnant reader requests,if you do request it you will be blocked or ignored.

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I take very long to finish requests and actually post them, so do be warned.

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Boyfriend to death

The Price Of Flesh

John Doe

Lurking For Love

My Dear Hatchet Man

The Kid at the Back

Broken Colors

Where Winter Crows Go

Mushroom Oasis

A Date with Death

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REN HANA TRYING TO FEMINIZE THE READER WHOS JUST TOO DEPRESSED TO FUNCTION ATP

“Baby come on YOULL Look SO CUTE WITH THIS SET *literally just frilly cat girl lingerie*”

“😕 I would rather get in the basement than in whatever that is”

“…so you don’t wanna do magical girl makeup either?”

“dawg literally just shoot me Im not doing that shit”

REN HANA X READER

This was such a joy to write!!

You looked at him, disgust and disapproval evident in your face. "Get that fucking thing away from me." Ren gasped as he pulled the lingerie to his chest, pouting as he looked at you with a playful glee in his eyes. "Awww, come on!" He began to whine, walking closer to you. "You'll look so adorable with this on!" He tried to convince you, waving the frilly lingerie around like a child, but to no avail. "I'd rather have you torture me in the basement." You cross your arms over your chest, the stern, tired look on your face doing nothing to stop his eagerness. "You big drama queen…" He huffs and holds the lingerie to your face, making you visibly scrunch your nose and turn your head away, earning another offended gasp from him. "Love, come on, it's not that bad" he whined, his frustration growing as his eyebrows knitted together. You looked at the lingerie, if you can even call it a piece of clothing at this point, it barely covered anything, so what's the point of even wearing it at the first place? You glared at him as he waited for your answer, determination spread across his face. You let out a long breath before connecting your gaze with his again, knitting your eyebrows together, wordlessly accepting the challenge.

"It is." "It's not." "It is." "It's not." "It is." "It's not." "It is." "It's not." "It is." "UGH!"

Ren dramatically groaned as he threw the lingerie somewhere across the room. "Fine…" he turned around as you smiled in victory. However, your victory was short lived when he turned to face you again, a new idea being formed in his head. "What about makeup?" You notices his tail begining to sway behind him and you feared the worst. "What do you mean?" You ask, squinting your eyes at him in suspicion to which he looked away sheepishly. "You know, makeup. Ever heard of it? It's-" You interrupt him once more. "I know what makeup is, but what kind are we talking about?" Ren looks at you with an innocent smile spreading across his face, holding his hands behind his back as he slightly tilted his head back. "You know…" he trailed off, looking to the side for a second before looking at you again, returning your suspicious glare with his own cheeky one. "No, I don't know, care to tell me?" Your expression remained unfaltered, your voice having a tint of annoyance growing as the conversation went on. Ren doesn't let your defiance affect him, seemingly more excited about his new idea now. "The magical girl type makeup." He quickly blurted out, holding back a laugh when your mouth fell agape and your eyes widened as you fell quiet. You back up, your hands now at your side as you spoke "Hell no." Ren took a step toward you, making you take another step back "Hell yes.". "Dude, I'd rather have you drill a hole in my thigh. I'm not letting you put magical girl makeup on my face." You took one more step back, your back now against the wall. You frantically looked around for a way to escape, but Ren quickly took his chance and put his hands against the wall, caging you between his arms. Shit. "Got you." "WAIT, REN-"

"Just look at you, baby! You look so beautiful!" Ren said cheerfuly, holding a small, pink mirror with cat ears up for you to see his master piece. "Just kill me already."

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can you do ren x reader cuddling

REN HANA X READER

Thank you sm for your request!!

You didn't know what time it was, or how long you've been laying on Ren's small bed. Strade has left to do something you didn't care to listen to, so you and Ren were left alone in his house. You were free to do whatever, but escape, of course. You two decided to watch something on his computer while cuddling in his bed, and you being yourself, let him pick out the movie. It was hard to find a comfortable position with your collars, but you somehow managed. The warm blankets under you he happily prepared for the occasion made your mind instantly feel at ease. It has gotten dark outside, the movie has long ended but you two kept holding each other, not exchanging a single word. All that could be heard was your soft breathing as you fell into a comfortable silence. You looked around his room with half-lidded, tired eyes. You could barely see anything, the faint glow illuminating from Ren's computer did little to help, so you returned your gaze to Ren once more. His hair felt soft to the touch as you tenderly run your fingers through, his calm breath felt warm against your skin.

His soft tail was draped around your leg, twitching every once in a while against you, causing you to let out quiet chuckles at the sensation. One of his arms enveloped your waist as he held your hand in his other, playing around with your fingers before ever so slowly intertwining them with his. Ren's tired gaze softened as he watched how your hand fit perfectly in his, his tail twitching at the thought, earning him another quiet chuckle from you. He buried his head into your chest, careful not to press his collar against your body and not to hit his head against yours. A reminder of the situation you two have found yourself in, your shared scars a sign of a deep understanding for eachother. You cradle him closer against your chest in response, brushing your lips against his ear and earning a soft whimper from him. Ren attentivlely listened to your heart beat, it was calm and steady, making him let out a yawn as your also steady breathing calmed his nevers. It felt like a break from all the chaos, feeling your body's against each other made you forget the pain and despair that tainted your lifes as captives. You pressed your lips against his ear, trailing down to his head, leaving soft kisses everywhere you could manage. His smell continued to envelop your senses when you nuzzled your face against his head, making your body relax against his as you held onto him. He tilted his head up to look at your face, his gaze remaining soft and tender, orange eyes gazing into yours, seemingly in a trance. You held his gaze before leaning in, kissing his temple, your lips lingering against his skin as he closed his eyes. You were always soft with him, no matter the circumstances, which made him crave your touch more than he realises. You leaned back, the hand that was tangled in his hair traveling to down to his face, holding his cheek against the cup of your hand. Your eyes gleamed with delight when he nuzzled against your hand, pulling you closer as a pleases sigh escaped his lips. You close your eyes, leaving the day behind you as your attention remained only on him, even in your sleep, your breathing pattern matching his.

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Knowing how clingy, but violent Ren can be often conflating the latter with intimacy, say the reader has been settled with him for a while.

If the reader had attempted to be as “avoidant” as possible, by keeping their head down & staying obedient towards Ren how much would this stay feasible for the reader?

They listen, but don’t show any active affection towards him & if whenever he does make an effort to show affection it’s more obvious they tolerate it instead of fighting. Because reader has been clearly afraid but concealing it, what if after a particularly torturous display of Ren’s “love” the next time he tried to touch them they flinch?

Their true feelings come out, not the kind they sanitize to spare themselves, but genuine fear showing in the reader. The only time they prove to him what they feel is a rejection of him. Sorry this is so long 😭 I just live for angst & punishment.

REN HANA X READER

I hope I did your idea justice... (◞‸◟ )

All you could do was cry when Ren pressed the knife down against the skin of your thigh. He held the knife in a tight grip, his other hand was gripping your chin, slightly squishing your cheeks, careful not to hurt you with his claws. A bit ironic when you consider what he's doing with his other hand. You were both sitting down on the cold basement floor, and you couldn't even begin to remember how much time has passed, you could only assume so much as you felt your blood coat the floor under you. Everything felt numb, your body was slightly jerking up with every cut he inflicted. Your body felt close to giving up, but Ren was careful enough no to overdo it, taking small breaks before pressing the knife down once more, not wanting you to faint. He didn't tie you up to the pole this time, apparently trusting you enough not to do anything stupid and ordering you not to move.

You didn't want to find out what would happen if you did move, so you tried your best to suppress your instincts to move away from the knife. It was getting harder not to move the longer he made you take his "love", the only stability you had was the tight grip you had on his wrist, which he didn't seem to mind as he focused at the task at hand. You were getting tired, your whole body was screaming in pain and you didn't know how much you could take any longer. You held your head low, closing your eyes shut together as to not see the cuts on your skin, not knowing how you would react if you did.

His expression softened as he dug the knife deeper, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. You could feel his heavy breathing on your skin. "I love you…" Ren whispered your name in such a raw and loving way which only made your frustration grow as you begin to loathe those words. You continued to avoid his gaze, refusing to let out any other sounds but cries of pain. After a bit, Ren finally grew satisfied with what he had done to you. Your body was decorated in cuts and bruises now, some cuts were carved in the shape of hearts and others were kept simple, but still deep nonetheless. Even when he started to patch you up, you kept your head low, biting your lips as you tried to supress any more tears from falling.

Ren gave you a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a bit before standing up. Your head was ringing and you almost couldn't make out what he was saying. "You must be hungry, how about I make you some food, love?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before walking towards the stairs. You could hear the wide grin on his face as he spoke, his tone making goosebumps appear on your skin. Just feeling his loved crazed gaze on you made you too scared to let out any noise, fearing that this was not the end for today. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you're not following him along as usual. Not even half the steps up, he turned around, worry and confusion evident in his face. "Aren't you coming?" he tilted his head to the side as he asked, his tail swishing calmly from side to side, waiting for your answer.

His voice made you jump up, you looked at him with an expression he couldn't decipher, something felt different when he caught your gaze. Has he taken it too far? No, that can't be, you know what this means to him, to you both. However, before he could ask for your well being, you turned your face away from him once more. He continued to attentively watch you, his eyes not leaving your meek figure. The longer he looked at you, the more you wanted to crawl back in a corner and hide. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your breathing quickened as you shakingly stood up. Your body was screaming in pain as you slowly limped toward him. Everything felt hopeless. What's even the point? Every choice you make results in you getting tortured anyway. Not knowing when he will get sick of you makes a shiver run up your spine. You didn't want to feel pain anymore. You step closer to him, stopping right before the stairs.

You could still feel the knife inside you, how it teared up your skin and dug deeper into your flesh. Ren noticed your lack of movement, walking two steps ahead to see what you would do. He didn't mind the fact that you didn't step closer unless he was a fine distance ahead of you. You tried your best to not let your fear show, but there's something inside of you telling you that he already knows. Of course he would. You didn't want to die. Ren could easily just end your life right here and now. The thought makes your blood run cold, causing you to wrap your arms tighter around yourself. No matter how obedient you were, there was no garante of your survival. You're breathing quickened as you made it to the last step, the change of light felt harsh next to the dim light of the basement, causing you to slightly squint your eyes. You could just end up like the man in his freezer, it was only a matter of time.

"How about you sit down on the couch, hm?"

You found yourself in the living room, his voice breaking you out of your trance, ringing in your ear. Ren was looking at you, his smile unwavering and you could feel a sense of unease wash over you. Not wasting more time, you quickly made your way toward the couch, sitting down just as quick. Ren let out a heartly chuckle "Come on, relax! I'll be right back."

His voice fainted into the distance as he left, his laugh repeating in your head like a mantra. He will kill you. You're sure of it. You tilted your head up, catching your reflexion in the dark TV screen. Tears started welling up in your eyes when you saw yourself, you could barely recognise yourself. You've never seen such expression on yourself before. Your eyes were wide with dark circles under them, your hair was dishevelled and you could see a faint blood splatter on your cheek. The clothes Ren gave you were covered in blood and sticking to your skin, the blood on them begining to add to the coldness you felt on your entire body. Your attention remained solely on the reflexion right in front of you, you're expression not changing. You could barely remember how your once normal life felt like. How it felt like when you didn't have the constant fear to lose your life. You've been his captive for months now and it felt as if your last bit of sanity was hanging on a thin threat. It seemed as if no one was looking for you. No one would safe you from him. Your felt your heart hammer against your chest and you nervously begin to scratch your arms as your thoughts consume you.

. . . . .

You didn't want to die. . .

You didn't want to die. . .

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You didn't want to die. . .

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You didn't want to die. . .

You didn't want to die.

I don't want to die. . .

I don't want to die.

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Suddenly you felt a a presence near you, pulling you out of your trance. You quickly turned your gaze toward him, and before he could touch you, you flinch.

"H u h . . . ?"

Ren looked at you with a blank expression, his eyes widened once more when he saw the look on your face. Your body was trembling, you eyes seemingly avoiding him at all cost and your rapid breathing took him by surprise. He tried to move closer to you, his sentence abruptly interrupted when he reached his hand out once more "Are you sca-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME !"

Your whole body jerked away from him, your voice loudly immersing from you, but still trembling, taking him aback. Your vision got blurry as tears fell freely down to your knees. You held your hands up, trying to protect yourself from him, but all he did was look at you with wide eyes, his hand still in the air before dropping beside him. It felt as if his whole world fell apart. He didn't even want to inflict pain on you, all he wanted was to be close to you, but you seemed too scared to even comprehend anything but your fear right now. Your fear of him. He didn't understand, all he wanted was to show his affection, his love for you. He wanted to know the real you, the real you you've been desperarely hiding from him. His ears flattened against his head as he bawled up his fists in frustration. The realisation hit him like a truck as tears welled up in his eyes. Maybe you never understood his intentions. He thought that you just weren't fond of expressing yourself, but it seems that there was more to it than that. Ren loved you, dearly, he thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you to learn to love him too. However, that hope quickly faded when he shakingly tried to reach out once more, only for you to flinch and scoot back to the end of the couch. His eyebrows knitted in frustration and before he could think he leaped onto you. A loud, high-pitched sound travelled up and out of your chest when you felt his weight on you, caging you between his legs. He took your wrist in his hand and put his other next to your head, making you fall on your back as he got unbearably close to you. Your begging fell to deaf ears as he just stared at you. You desperately tried to kick him away, but to no avail. He let you kick him, he didn't care about the pain as his tears fell down your face.

You felt your body grow tired, the wounds he inflicted earlier were throbbing, but you continued to try to push him off. Luckily for you, Ren grew tired of your kicking and swiftly wrapped his hands around your neck. You let out a short breath in shock as you felt your heart hammering in your ears. Ren looked down at your, anger evident in his eyes as he pressed down harder against your neck. You begin to scratch up his arms, continuing to try to kick him off, only to get kicked in your stomach with his knee, but that didn't stop you. Ren let out grunts in pain and shut his eyes, trying his best to keep you still and to bear the pain. You try to speak, to beg him to stop, but all that came out of your mouth were ugly gurgles. Everything around you starts to darken as your body grew weak, doing little to no damage to him now. You tried to call out his name one more time as your eyes roll back, but he didn't falter and kept the pressure steady. Ren felt your body go limp against him, and suddenly, as if something switched inside of him, he quickly lets go of your neck and falls back as he scrambles off your body in a panic. All he could do was look at your limp body, tears continuing to fall.

The meal he prepared for you long cold, long forgotten.

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LAWRENCE OLEANDER X READER

r o t t i n g f r o m t h e i n s i d e

It was eerly quiet, your body laid numb on the floor as you watched your breath come out in pale clouds, dissolving in the still air. You were lying on your side, unable to move. It almost felt as if a cold blanket of some sort was wrapped tightly around your body, preventing you from moving, but you weren't sure. You weren't sure about anything anymore. What was it that you were doing again? You couldn't remember… your head felt fuzzy and way too tired to form a coherent thought.

Everything felt too exhausting. Why even bother? Moving is such a pain, you should be glad that you won't have to do any of that anymore. You took in your surroundings. It seems that you've found yourself in a type of basement, or that's at least what it looked like. There was a window on the wall next to you and a wooden chair right below it. Blue light filtered through the barred window in thin, narrow lines. It felt somehow peaceful, for even just a moment. Wait, but why is it that you're not able to move? When was the last time you moved? You don't seem to remember. However, you somehow remember trying to move before. You don't particularly remember how or when, but you vividly remember that you did, in fact, try before. You already tried moving a long time ago, so why even bother to try again? It won't be any different than the last time, you're sure of it. But what happened last time? You don't seem to remember that either.

All you know is that something still keeps you from moving. You keep looking at the window, keeping your attention to the light illuminating the room in a blue hue. Never in your life have you seen light shine like that before. It looked beautiful, but something felt off. What time is it? How long have you been lying here? You wondered, but your questions remained unanswered. What if you asked out loud? Will someone grant you the answers you desperately seem to seek? You thought about trying for a second, but when your lips began to feel heavy you decided against it. Talking is such a pain, why even bother? It's not like anyone's going to help anyway. No one cares enough about you to help you when you really need it. Begging for answers will only cause you trouble. Now that you think about it, when was the last time you blinked? You couldn't remember, however, your eyes somehow didn't feel dry. You would've expected them to hurt after not blinking for a long period of time, but that wasn't the case.

After a few seconds, you noticed your vision beginning to blur as tears streamed down your face. Ah, so that's why. Great, at least you figured one thing out. You weren't able to feel anything, not the goosebumps appearing on your skin, the pain in your limbs or the cold floor against your skin, but why is that? You were about to get deeper lost in your thoughts until loud footsteps appeared out of nowhere. You weren't sure where exactly they were coming from, your heart began to race, fear clouding your mind as the noise of the steps only increased.

They seem to get more cautious with each step, as if scared that the drug in your system has stopped working. Ah, now you remember why you can't move, you were drugged. You weren't sure if you would be able to look around, too scared to see more than what you've grown accustomed to, too scared of the man now looming over you. Lawrence let out a deep exhale when he saw you still lying in the same position he left you days prior. Your breath shook as he continued to observe your tear strained face. You didn't seem comfortable in this position. He looked around the room, hoping to find something to make this more comfortable for you, but to no avail. It's not like he really cared for your well being considering what he's about to do now. Lawrence kneeled before you and your breath came to a halt, your attention now solely on him. "I'm sorry", He whispered, a guilty look appeared on his face and you could feel a lump in your throat. He gently took your arm, resting the back of your hand against his own. You knew exactly what was coming. He pulled out a kitchen knife and slowly pressed it against your wrist.

That's when you finally felt something. It was as if he had pulled a lever, you suddenly felt imense pain in your entire body. All you could do is continue to cry, but no noise seemed to come out. Your whole body was screaming in pain as he slowly cut your wrist. Even as the pain traveled through your whole body, you still couldn't bring yourself to move. Was it supposed to hurt like this? His voice was hushed as he threw empty apologies into the room. They meant nothing to you as your blood ran down your wrist, coating your arms in red. He knew that the drug's effect has subsided long ago. Lawrence wondered, why aren't you moving? Why are you not screaming at him like you used to? Why aren't you begging him to stop? As he cleaned the knife with a cloth, he looked down at your face, you looked astonishing. Your skin felt cold to the touch, your limbs weak, as if you were dead. But, no, you were alive. Prove of that being your bloodshot eyes, your eyes were the only thing that showed him a sign of how alive you are.

He moved the bucket with blood and the knife out of the way. As if he was entranced, he moved closer to you. He laid on top of you, holding your wrists together with one of his hands and put his other hand next to your head for balance. He blushed as he moved his face closer to your neck, taking in a deep breath. An unpleasant smell filled his nose, but he couldn't help himself but let his whole body weight fall onto you, wrapping his free arm around your waist. You could feel his warm tongue against your neck, but you didn't react, you whole body was frozen in fear. Lawrence let out a groan, remising in the feeling of your cold skin against his. It was as if you were rotting from the inside and he couldn't get enough of it. It felt as if hours have passed, all you could feel him and the pain slowly subsiding from your wrist, leaving you empty as his smell covered your senses.

You didn't even notice that he was long gone, leaving you once more in the cold alone, empty, until he needs you again.

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OH GOD PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEEEEEASE SOMETHING, ANYTHING ABOUT CELIA. She is so underrated it's crazy :(

CELIA LEDE X READER

I need her so bad. I'm not okay

There weren't that many things that Celia used to make herself forget the awful reality of life. The stress from her useless husband, her workplace and the constant reminder of how little others thought of her made her rage. However, it's nothing a little alcohol or snuff streams couldn't fix, even if the feeling doesn't linger. Celia leaned forward, sitting up straight on the white couch, leaving the comfortable position she was in. She never would've thought that being in the presence of someone could make her feel this calm. Her hands continued to gently caress your hair, a subtle gentleness reanimating from her, it even surprised her when she noticed.

Looking down at you, head resting on her thighs as you kneeled in front of her on the cold floor. Your eyes were closed in content and only your soft breathing could be heard in the quiet room. You looked very serene considering your circumstances, she couldn't help but grin. She already knew that there was something deeply wrong with you the first day she bought you from that auction. How scared and confused you looked when you woke up, how you tried to lean away from her touch, but weren't able to due to your restrainments. Celia remembered that day as if it was yesterday. Whenever your breath shook in fear and tears welled up in your eyes gave her a feeling of true ecstasy.

No matter how scared you appeared, there was something in your eyes that drove her crazy, as if you were begging her to do as she pleases, more than pleased to make her happy. However, she seemed to learn to enjoy even quiet moments like these. You were so good for her, so obedient, you deserve a reward once in a while. "Enjoying yourself, little mouse?" Her voice brought you out of your trance. You slowly opened your eyes and tilted your head up, looking right at her. Celia didn't seem to need an answer, her gaze on you, but her mind elsewhere. You decided to give her an answer nonetheless. Nodding your head, you hummed as you pushed your whole body closer to her legs, laying your head on her thighs once more. A smile appeared on Celia's face, and she began to play with the end of your leash. The collar wrapped around your neck prove of your devotion to her. It slightly squeezed your neck, but not enough to restrict your breathing.

She didn't know what was so different today, everything felt so surreal. Lucky for you, no one dared to get on her nerves today. After making up her mind, she decided to go easy on you today. She had asked you what you desired, she was nice enough to let you pick your reward, a sign of her satisfaction with you so far. To her surprise, all you wanted was to be close to her and be caressed. Well, it wasn't that surprising considering you worshipped the very ground she walked on. You looked away sheepishly and were seemingly embarrassed by your request. It was pathetic, especially how your eyes lit up and your breathing quickened when she agreed to it. "Good…" she murmured when she focused her mind on the present, moving her hand from your head to your cheek, earning a shaky breath from you. "You've been so good for me…" she smiled down at you, noticing how you slightly leaned into her touch, seemingly entranced by her very being.

You let out a soft sigh, looking up at her through a half-lidded yet adoring gaze. It felt good to be worshipped by someone, it's what she deserves. No one could ever give her what she deserved, except you, her obedient pet. A glint appeared in her eyes when she noticed how attentivlely you watched her. It seemed as if you had figured her out as much as she had you. Celia couldn't help but feel a bit exposed at how you gave her your utmost attention. You always noticed even the smallest changes in her behaviour, knowing exactly what she'll do to you. Due to that, you always did as she wanted, even when she doesn't directly say it.

She slightly pulled your leash, making it a bit harder for you to breathe causing you to let out a quiet moan. Your hands were on her thighs, one slightly grabbing her right thigh harder than the left as you leaned forward. Your breathing got heavier the longer she pulled your leash, enjoying every second of her little game. You remained in the exact position even after she stopped pulling the leash, not moving an inch away from her. You could drown in the smell of her expensive perfume. She wraps the end of your leash around her finger, caressing your lips with her thumb. You could feel your heartbeat quicken the longer she looked at you.

She licked her lips slowly as she continued to look down at yours, watching how your expression slightly changed into a more needy one. Before you could continue to enjoy her eyes on you, she harshly pulled you close to her, pushing you forward with her other hand that was now on your back. You stumble forward, one hand now on her stomach, gripping her shirt as she engulfs you in a kiss. Celia could feel how needy you were from how you moved your lips against her soft ones. She let out a moan as she deepend the kiss. You eagerly kissed her back, her touch feeling warm against you and you couldn't help but wish for it to never end. After a few more seconds, she pulled away, but you could still feel her breath on your skin and so could she feel yours. You couldn't help but let out a whine when you felt her move away, opening your eyes to see hers already on you. She let go of the leash and held your cheek, laughing at her smeared lipstick on your lips. She gently wiped it away with her thumb, enjoying how you looked with smeared lipstick on your lips before moving in for another kiss.

You were worth every penny.

[walkingonoranges]

Obsession

Why, he asked himself. Why did he have to love someone like her? He should have known, he should have seen this coming. However, he was too blinded by his love towards her; he was too oblivious to notice.

She could not help it though. She loved the way his breath hitched when she dragged the knife closer to his throat ever so slowly. The fear in his eyes, the sweat glistening on his forehead and way he would beg her to stop when she dug her fingernails into his bruised skin. She loved the sound of his voice going hoarse after screaming in pain. The woman couldn’t get enough of him. She loved him so dearly, and so did he. He held her so close to his fragile heart.

The man couldn’t help falling in love with the smile that decorated her sun-kissed face or the way her touch got ever so slightly gentler when his wrists were about to be cut open by the restrains that kept him bound to the chair. She couldn’t get enough of seeing the red liquid drip onto the floor after cutting the man’s thighs open repeatedly, adding more bruises and cuts to his tender body. Oh, how she loved him when his tear and blood stained face looked up at her only to be laughed at.

However, she grew bored of him. The blood staining her clothes and his pained whines annoyed her. She did not enjoy watching his cut up and bloody body try to move away as she got closer anymore. He was a toy, a mere puppet which only served one purpose in life– to satisfy her twisted thoughts caused by her growing obsession. Now she just wanted him gone, to be disposed of like all of the other women and men before him.

She tried to get rid of him in a fun way this time. Therefore, she cut him loose and watched him struggle out of the chair. The woman watched the man’s weak body slowly try to escape, crawling on the blood soaked floor. As much as he loved her, he just couldn’t bare the amount of pain she put him through just to feed into her obsession with pain and fear. He didn’t dare look back to meet her addicting gaze. The man didn’t waste any time and moved up the stairs and out the door as quickly as his weak and fragile body would allow him.

The woman loved it. She felt shivers run down her spine in anticipation watching him crawl away. It’s as if someone flipped a switch inside of that twisted brain of hers. She suddenly felt possessive over the male that is now staining her floors. She couldn’t let him leave just yet. She sprinted upstairs, catching the almost unconscious man off guard. She quickly got on top of him, pinning his wrists beside his head. He was a dead man and he knew it. The way the female stared down at him made him wish, he just died immediately. The gore of the past few months became a sickness in his emotions; a mind-twisting wave of panic consumed his mind, reaching far beyond any physical retching. The next thing the woman did made him feel sick to his stomach, disgust spreading throughout the male’s body, making him fall into an immensely obnoxious vertigo. The only thing he could do was cry out in pain, watching the woman as she cut a fatal wound into his chest. She brought the knife up to her face and licked the blood off it while looking into his eyes. The man wanted to look away, but he couldn’t prevent himself from maintaining eye contact. Maybe it was the curiosity that was plaguing his brain, or did he like it? He was no masochist in any way, he had experienced enough of it throughout his life, emotional and physical pain, but something about that woman just enchanted him. Feeling his own life slip away, he grabbed the knife and slit the woman’s throat. Her yelp was cut off by blood rushing down her neck and onto the man’s chest. She collapsed with a smile on her face next to him. Both of them maintaining eye contact as they let themselves slip into an eternal state of unconsciousness.

[kanasbinwriting]

I need this injected into my brain‼️‼️‼️

[kanasbinwriting]

Chubby!reader anon here.. I may send a few hc requests here and there 👉👈 I am fixated on Sol (Crowe and Hyugo as well tehehe) and I like how you write them! :]

(If you do anon tags, could I be 🔪💖? :0 I'll be in ur inbox time to time!)

Idk why I didn't know the existence of Anon tags LMAO

I'm super glad that you like how I write them <33!!!

Anyway, of course, you can be 🔪💖 Anon!!

[kanasbinwriting]

WAITER- WAITER- MORE MEAN MC PLEASE !!

(If it’s okay with you thank you it was very scrumptious)

REN HANA X READER

Your order is coming right up 🏃!! Be careful, it's a bit hot!!

A loud sob escaped his lips when you harshly threw him down on the dirty basement floor. Ren's hands were tightly bound together with a rope, so even if he did try to struggle, it would be no use. His legs were similarly tied, leaving him completely vulnerable to the person hovering above him, which was you. Your breathing was heavy as you stared at him, your gaze piercing right through him. Everything happened so quickly; at first, you woke up from a nightmare, or more like an unwelcome memory.

Ren was hovering above you, nail gun in hand as his eyes held a gentle, almost sorrowful gaze, yet he pointed the nailgun at you nonetheless. You could've sworn that you could feel the nails rip through your skin once more. When you woke up, you immediately went out to find him. Waking up to you, slamming his door open, he flinched, and his ears pointed up as his tired, confused eyes locked with your not blinking ones.

He was too tired to think straight when you suddenly flipped him over, all he was capable of was letting out a yelp when his back hit his bed. Your body moved on its own when you tied him up and dragged him down to the basement.

You threw the tape away, not caring where it might end up and looked down at him. A twisted smile formed on your lips when you locked eyes with his, his shoulders shook with every sob, seemingly not understanding, but you didn't care. He didn't need to understand why you're doing this, you never understood it either. His face was red and strained with tears as new ones continued to roll down his cheeks. Hiccups and sobs left his lips and you could feel yourself lose yourself in them as you let out a shaky breath. He knew what you wanted; he knew that you wouldn't stop this sick game of yours until he decided to roll the dice. The despair was evident in his face, he knew that you would do something worse if he didn't give you what you wanted. However, even as fear lingered inside of him, he couldn't help but consume every drop of fear you gave him, ravishing it like a starved man. He took in a long breath before letting out a soft whimper, his ears flattening against his head. Slowly, he pushed himself with his legs, his body scraping against the ground in a desperate attempt to gain distance. A twisted laugh escaped your lips as you watched his painful attempt to get away from you. However, you quickly got sick of it and grabbed his legs before Ren could process it.

You yanked him with a swift, brutal motion towards you, your shadow swallowing him whole as you loomed over him. You hovered your foot right over his face for a second before pressing it against his face. His eyes widened and he quickly tilted his head to the side before he felt your weight against him. Ren let out a groan when you twisted your boot against his face, the rough tread scraping against his tear-strained skin. His lips quivered when he squeezed his eyes shut, his sobs echoing in the cold basement as he struggled against your weight. "P-Please..." His voice came out strained, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. You raised your brow "Please what? Is that all you got?" Your voice dripped with menace as you mocked him, shifting your boot left and right against his face when he didn't give you an answer. You tilted your head to the side, your voices tainted in feigned worry "Is this too much for you, little fox?". Ren couldn't help but let a low, breathy moan slip out from hearing that nickname as his body tensed up. Your brows furrowed in annoyance as you balled your hands into fists. Your jaw clenched tightly when you looked back and down at him; you lifted your foot, making him whine at the loss of the pressure, but before he could complain you kicked him in the face. He rolled to his side at the impact and let out a cry in pain as he held his now bleeding nose in his tied-up hands. You could feel your heart race when you saw his sorrowful expression, watching him pathetically cry as blood ran down his chin. You stepped away from him as you continued to watch him trembling in pain, fear and pleasure. "You're sick." You laughed, a maniacal smile adorning your face. Ren's cheeks flushed red when he struggled to lift himself up on all fours, his body trembling with effort as he looked up at you. His eyes were wide, fixated on you solely, a soft yet intense longing radiating from his gaze. You kneeled down in front of him, gently cupping one of his cheeks in your hands as you cooed. "Aren't you just pathetic for me..."

His eyes were wide as he eagerly nodded, drinking in every detail and every touch as though he would perish if he didn't. You let out a chuckle as you squished his cheek between your fingers before slapping him in his face without a warning. A moan caught in the back of his throat at the impact of your palm. When his gaze caught yours once more, you immediately noticed the redness on his cheek, the stinging pain making him desire more as he let out another whine. You ran your knuckles over his red cheek, smiling when he slightly flinched away from your touch. You gently wiped away his tears and stood up before he could lean into your touch. A desperate expression formed on his face as you turned around, realization hitting him like a train. "W-Wait-!" He yelped out, stumbling over himself when he tried to follow you up the stairs. His lips trembled as his voice cracked under the weight of his emotions. "P-Please don't go!" He could feel his heart clench in pain as a sob escaped his lips. You opened the basement door and turned around once more, smiling down at him with a sadistic glint in your eyes. "Good night, little fox."

[kanasbinwriting]

HAIII you write for John Doe??? :3 can i request John Doe x reader where reader might have some self esteem issues and is genuinely in shock that someone actually wants them and loves them? and meanwhile Doe is just so obsessed with them and loves everything about them <3 thank youu

JOHN DOE X READER WITH LOW SELF-ESTEEM

Hello!! Thank you so much for your request <33!! I hope I did okay... sorry for the long wait

Your body tensed up when you heard his words, completely forgetting everything else he said, the only words remaining in your memory being decorated with heavy emotions. "I love you." Your eyes widened as these words replayed in your head, your mind racing, desperate to organise the emotions inside of you. You could hear him nervously calling out for you, but you couldn't bring yourself to reply, too speechless to form a coherent sentence. Frustration boiled inside of him, spilling into his trembling hand as he clutched the fabric over his heart... or at least where it was supposed to be. There he was, spilling his love out for you, hoping that you would finally understand, that you would finally see his devotion towards you. His cheeks turned a dark shade of red when he looked at you, his lips trembled, displeasure evident in his eyes when you didn't say anything so he proceeded to confess over and over again. "Why won't you understand?! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!" His voice grew louder with every word that passed his lips, his voice cracking and his whole body trembled, but all you could do was stare right back at him in disbelief. His usual smile was now turned into a frown, making you second-guess every single thought in your mind. Sighing, you finally fumbled for words as your voice shook.

"You... love me...?" His eyes sparkled at your words, and he nodded eagerly, unable to contain his feelings as he took a cautious step towards you. "Yes! Of course, I do! I love you...!" His voice sounded meek now as if scared that you'd suddenly disappear if he said something wrong. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you couldn't help but feel as if his words were insincere. "You're lying, right...?" Doe looked at you in utter bewilderment as he began to slightly sweat. "W-What?-" He tried to defend himself, but you quickly interrupted him.

"You don't love me... You're just saying that." You felt tears well up in your eyes as you spoke, immediately regretting your words when you saw the hurt in his eyes. Before you could take a step back, he quickly launched at you, taking your hand in his. You let out a gasp in surprise when you felt his firm grip on your hand, but before you could question him, he slid down on his knees wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your stomach while looking up at you. His body felt unusually hot against yours, filling you with a strange comfort as you looked down at him. You could feel his heavy breathing against your stomach as the sound of it filled the room, an audible reminder of the frustration he was struggling to contain. "How could I not love you...?" He mumbled against your stomach, and you couldn't help the softened gaze that appeared on your features as his voice broke the silence once again. "I love everything about you... your smile, your eyes, your smell, the way you walk, your voice, you. I love you." His smile widened as he listed every detail he loved about you, his voice trembling with adoration. Any normal person would've thought that he was insane for the way he looked at you, but you couldn't help but get lost in his honey-covered voice.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, wrapping your hands gently against his head before falling to your knees, and wrapping your arms around him. Snuggling against his neck, Doe's smile grew bigger when he felt your breath against his skin. His body now felt even hotter against yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to complain, not now, at least. You drew in a long, trembling breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out with a soft sigh, "I love you too". As his arms tightened around you, you realized that no matter how dangerous his love felt, it was yours now, entirely.

[kanasbinwriting]

Hihi Anon who requested the chubby!reader! I absolutely adored it thank you 🙏🏻 Loved the food <3

AHHH Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoyed the food, and I hope I'll see you in my inbox again one day <333!!! Have a nice day/night!!

[kanasbinwriting]

HELLOOO could i request John Doe headcanons with a reader who starts off as closed off and a little rude, only to be super nerdy and nervous on the inside? maybe Doe knows they're hiding their true self and slowly starts to see the reader be more comfortable and sweet around him! thank you :3

JOHN DOE X READER

Thank you so much for your request! I'm so sorry for the very long wait... I hope these are enough

- He's a stalker, If I remember correctly, so he's been watching you for quite some time now. Remembering your routines and trying to understand you better.

- He grows weary watching you interact with strangers all day long, he'd rather have you talking to him.

-- He quickly gets hurt when you use a harsher tone with him. You seem rude, intentionally or not.

-Why won't you love him? Why are you so mean to him? Why won't you just tell him what he can do better?? He's just trying his best, you know!

- He will be quite a nuisance, always following you around and asking questions about things. Cut him some slack, he just really really loves you!

- I don't think he has a lot of patience, so he can come off as overbearing and irritating. You sometimes feel as if you're raising a kid

- He thinks that a simple "I love you" will make you open up immediately...

- The moment you begin to slowly open up to him, he feels as if he could just explode

- He takes note of your every move, so when he noticed how your shoulders relaxed and your smile got softer around him he felt ecstatic

- His favourite thing is when you open up to him, even if it's just small changes he giggles and gets excited like a child

- The moment you mention one of your interests in the slightest he immediately latches onto it and might start getting into it as well

- listens to you, eyes wide and adoring when you rant about your interests

- He doesn't judge you in any way. He thinks very highly of you and holds himself up to that standard. You could never do anything wrong in his eyes

- The more you open up, the more Doe starts to reveal his own likes and dislikes

- Surprises you with gifts of your interests and expects kisses as payment

-That's the least you could do, right?

- finds your nervousness cute and will admit it

- Might even try to do things that make you nervous, but will not cross the line

- If you hold his hand when you're nervous, he will melt... literally

- Will definitely rub his face against yours and pat your head when you get very nervous

[kanasbinwriting]

Hihi uhm are you comfy writing chubby!readers? If you are could I request Hyugo, Sol, and Crowe headcanons with a chubby!reader? Any scraps will do 👉👈 I hope you are having a good day/night!

HYUGO, SOL, AND CROWE X CHUBBY READER

Thank you so much for your request <33!!

I'm taking a break from writing oneshots rn and decided to write some headcanons. So, for anyone who has requested, please be patient with me!

- He's completely obsessed with you, so your size doesn't matter to him

- Immediately notices if you're insecure, no matter how much you try to hide it

- Tries to lift your spirit with meaningful compliments, but will die out of embarrassment the longer he talks

- If you're hesitant to wear something, he will start a rant about how beautiful you are

- You're his muse and he will always compliment your every curve as he draws you

- He can't get his hands off you, they're always either holding your waist, holding your hand, brushing your cheek, or tracing patterns on your arms to feel closer

- frequently buys you gifts like clothes he thinks you would look good in

- He's 100% into body worship

- Is very protective when someone makes negative comments about your appearance and shoots them a cold glare

- Might even get into a fight

- Loves to rest his head on your thighs

- Thinks he's being slick with it, but his red cheeks and content expression give him away

- Pulls you into a bear hug in vulnerable moments, not daring to let you go

- Loves to hold your cheeks, slightly squishing them while telling you how adorable you are

- Doesn't care, you get princess treatment nonetheless

- Has a habit of casually running his hands over your arms, waist or cheeks, commenting on how soft you are

- He's your biggest fan when you wear things out of your comfort zone

- Buys you clothes that he thinks will look amazing, subtly pushing you to step out of your comfort zone

- Doubles down on the PDA when someone stares or makes rude comments

- If you were to tell him that you're insecure, he will make you stand in front of a mirror with him as he hugs you from behind, trying his best to reassure you

- Tells you that he loves you just as you are

- If you're very unhappy with yourself and want to lose weight, he will gladly encourage you and join you on your journey

- Whether it be by cooking you healthy meals or jogging outside together, he will be there the moment you ask him

- Jokes about how hard it is to leave your hugs

- He definitely has a thing for chubby people

- Loves laying his head on your belly when you two cuddle and calls you his "perfect pillow"

- Will literally whine out loud and flop onto you when you try to get up during cuddles

- runs up to you just to squish your sides before quickly skedaddling away while laughing to himself

- Encourages you to try body-positive activities like dancing or trying new hobbies, not for fitness but for joy

- Won't hesitate to threaten anyone who lets snarky comments slip out

- If you struggle with self-criticism, he's quick to shut you down with affirmations

- I think it would feel quite comforting to eat with him, he just has this way of making someone feel comfortable

- Loves to wear your shirts

[kanasbinwriting]

Hai.... you are very cool :3

Thank you ^^ You're very cool too!!

[kanasbinwriting]

If it’s okay with you - I never see fics that continue on from the “you gave him some new holes” or “You’ll replace ren’s scars” and overall just a mean MC so if you want to - a fic like that would be nice^^

Happy holidays btw <33

REN HANA X READER

Mean MC, here I come!!

I'll definitely write more mean MC in the future...

Ren sat in front of you on his knees, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes narrowed in frustration and despair. You didn't look at him, and you didn't need to, you already knew how pathetic he looked. His head hung low, his usual sharp gaze now downcast and uncertain. His ears were pinned back, and his tail was lying still against his leg. Your attention was solely on the television, finally watching something other than these sick videos Ren forced you to watch. You couldn't help but let a bitter laugh escape from your lips, making his ears twitch. He looked so threatening when he put that collar around your neck, but when you turned the tables on him, his confidence quickly fell out of the window.

You might've felt bad for him if it weren't for the scars on your body that he had inflicted. You can still remember the day when you decided to fight back as if it were yesterday. How he looked at you in terror and cried when you replaced his scars, what fond memories. Ren's shoulders trembled slightly as he let out a sigh. Normally, you had him stay in the basement, only coming down to give him food, but you were bored and decided to switch things up a little. Being alone and isolated in that basement already felt like torture, but he didn't think that having you ignore him, while he was right in front of you could be just as bad. He tried to talk to you, begging for a single second of your acknowledgement, but you didn't grant his wishes. He was free to walk around, or so he assumed since when you untied him from the pole and went straight upstairs, you didn't utter a single word the whole time. He let out a whine in frustration and laid his head on the couch, continuing to look straight at you. You could feel his gaze burn straight through you. Ren longed to scream for your attention, but he knew better than to tick you off.

When the credits began to roll, you sat up straight and stretched out your limbs, letting out a satisfied sigh. Finally, after hours had passed, you looked down at him. His ears instantly perked up when you caught his gaze. Embarrassment slowly crept up on him, but he couldn't ignore his heart racing the longer you kept your attention on him. You felt his tail wag rabidly against your leg, making your brows furrow. "You really are pathetic, aren't you?" You muttered, your voice laced with disgust, though a flicker of curiosity danced in your eyes. You didn't know why you didn't run when you had the chance, some might call you insane for it, but seeing him like this gave you some sense of control. It felt as if you've been unconsciously searching for it all your life. Even though your tone was harsh, he felt his face flush red and his eyes tear up. “I-I just... Please, look at me... keep talking to me. I’ll be good, I promise...” his voice trembled as your gaze darkened. You smiled down at him, not replying to his pleas, and his eyes widened. Ren tried to be patient and wait, but even after just a few seconds without your voice passed, his breath hitched. His wagging tail slowed as he felt his desperation grow once more. "N-No... I- Please talk! I need to hear you-"

"Don't you have many demands...?" You interrupted the beginning of his rant, sighing in annoyance "Seriously, aren't you even a little ashamed?". His lips trembled as he caught the edge of your tone. Ren lowered his head, his ears drooping as a pitiful whimper escaped his lips.

"I don't care." He muttered, his voice cracking. "As long as you pay attention to me in one way or another..." You tilted your head, a cruel smirk forming as you leaned closer, feeling his breath against your skin. "Good," you murmured, brushing his cheek with your fingers, feeling him tremble against your touch. "Because I won't stop anytime soon."

[kanasbinwriting]

Sorry for this request but can you please write more autistic reader? I really want to see how you’ll write Lawrence x Autistic reader cause as an autistic person I really relate to his character. I never rlly requested before so uhh maybe like fluff ish I guess? Sorry I’m not good with words ^_^

LAWRENCE OLEANDER X AUTISTIC READER

There's no need to apologize for requesting anything!! Thank you so much for your request ^^

Ughh I'm really not proud of how this turned out. I apologize if this is not how you wanted it...

You two sat on his bed, awkward silence lingering in the air, or maybe it was just the way he felt at this moment. You held your head low, your tears long dried, but you continued to hold your head in your hands, rocking slightly from side to side. Lawrence fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, his eyes darting around the room, never landing on one spot for too long.

He didn't know what exactly happened, he just woke up to the sight of you curled into a ball, body trembling as you sniffled quietly. He wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to scare you, so he kept quiet. He didn't know since when or why he cared, but you grew on him the longer he kept you. He should've gotten rid of you a long time ago, how beautiful you would've looked motionless and in peace like one of his new art creations. Even though he always told himself that, he couldn't ignore the aching feeling that came along with that thought.

You felt him watch you silently, but you couldn't bring yourself to move, everything felt too much. You didn't know how long you'd been curled up like this, all you could remember was a sudden loud noise. Too Scared about what he might do to you if you'd woken him up, you tried to keep quiet, but to no avail, as he was now silently observing you. To your surprise, Lawrence didn't seem mad at you for disturbing his sleep, he seemed more tense than anything.

Noticing that your trembling had stopped and that your breathing was slower now, he hesitantly moved one of his hands closer to your face, gently taking your arm in his hand and putting it down. His hand lingered on your arm before he reluctantly pulled away, afraid that it might've been the wrong move. After minutes of silence, you finally looked at him, fumbling for words, your mind racing to organise the tangle of emotions inside of you. "I... I didn't mean..." you started, your sentence breaking apart before you could finish.

Lawrence blinked at you, muttering awkwardly "Uhm... It's okay...?". You replayed his words in your mind, contemplating if you should say anything more. Your expression remained unreadable; all Lawrence could do was assume that you had calmed down. He attentively watched you grab the edge of the blanket, twisting it between your fingers as you drew in a long, trembling breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out with a soft sigh. He gulped, a blush forming on his pale cheeks as his gaze flickered between your trembling hand and the soft blanket, his own hand twitching as a thought came to his mind. He hated this— this gnawing ache in his chest. Before Lawrence could stop himself, he awkwardly rested his hand on top of yours and averted his gaze. His unexpected touch somehow slowly calmed your racing thoughts.

You looked up at him, a shaky smile forming on your lips as you squeezed his hand and looked away from his face once more, averting your attention to his hoodie. Lawrence sat still, unsure of what to do next, his pale fingers awkwardly twitching on top of yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence carrying an unspoken understanding. "Thank you for... you know...", you finally murmured, your voice soft, almost a whisper. Lawrence didn't reply, but you found a strange comfort in his silence as you focused on the small threads of his hoodie. Lawrence stiffened, the ache in his chest growing unbearable. His hands squeezed yours back as he relished in your warmth. He didn't want to admit that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to stay a little longer as you were.

[kanasbinwriting]

Hiiiii just got done playing the lurking for love demo and I am DESPERATELY BEGGING YOU to do more Jacob Alden stuff. Headcannons, drabbles, a singular sentence, anything! I will eat up like the starving degenerate I am. There is simply not enough love for this man and I am so sad about that :((

JACOB ALDEN X READER

Don't you worry, I'm here to feed you and the other fellow Jacob simps!

I got inspired by fanart...

It's really shocking to see how little fanfictions of him are out there...

It was cold outside; the sun was hiding behind the clouds, and the cold breeze of the wind made it unbearable to go outside. You closed your window and decided that it was a perfect day to stay inside and work. However, you got interrupted by someone knocking on your door.

You opened your door only to see Jacob standing in front of your door, shyly asking if he could stay at your place for a while because his heater didn't work. You, being the kind soul that you are, invited him in and you two sat on your couch, talking about anything that came to mind. Jacob's eyes shone in excitement when he told you every little detail about the making of one of his favourite vintage horror movies. You could feel your heart skip a beat as his enthusiasm swept you away, and a warmth bloomed in your chest. You couldn't help but let your mind drift off as he continued to talk, not noticing that you averted your attention to his lips. A sudden urge overtook you the longer you silently admired him, causing you to act without thinking.

You didn't know what came over you when you suddenly reached out and took his hand, your own feelings overwhelming you. He abruptly stopped talking when he felt you intertwined your fingers, his cheeks turning crimson red as he stuttered "U-Uhm.". He tried to come up with something, to say anything, but he was too scared to ruin the mood, too scared that you would pull away. To his surprise, you confidently cupped his cheek with your free hand and leaned in. Your lips brushed his lightly, a touch so delicate, but he froze. Sensing his hesitation you immediately pulled away to his demise. You were ready to apologize, but you were stunned when you caught sight of his expression. His eyes were blown wide, his hands began to sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

"D-Did you just...?" Jacob’s voice cracked as he fumbled for words, his wide eyes locking on yours. Worried that you overstepped a boundary you tried to quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-!".

"Again."

"What?" You looked at him in bewilderment, thinking that you heard him wrong until he spoke up again.

"Kiss me again." You let out a chuckle in disbelief as he looked at you with a lovestruck gaze. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes that filled you with glee and you cupped his cheek once more. He looked like a lovesick madman right now, but you couldn't care less as you leaned in, and everything around faded into a wonderful haze.