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m0chis-cafe · 8 months ago

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Can I request twisted wonderland first years or dorm leaders react to mc who have a small exhibitionist habit (but not in an extreme way).

Like the characters are going to a beach and mc just wears a unbutton white blouse that exposed their cleavage and without wearing a bra.

I'm sorry if this request is uncomfortable for you

your so good, i may have strayed a little from the original request, but i actually love this😚

housewardens reactions to more skin showin.. ⋆⑅˚₊

'i cant stop lookin at her t-t-t-t-face!'

word count: 3k

warnings: more so leaning towards feminine reader, more so just saying that your chest is more exposed but that can be seen either way (all of them think your the hottest thing in the world, cause yk, u are duh) suggestive (no nsfw), sitting in lap, swearing, leona being suggestive and the little freak he is, all of them are a bit handsy, cuddling

characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, and malleus

riddle rosehearts🌹

-tries to be so calm, but his face is bright red

-this is gonan be a real difficult unhappy birthday for him with you wearing a low cut and open formal wear (a dress or button up, whatever you guys prefer<3)

-ace and catter get on his ass about how flustered he gets (usually when his face is this red hes about collar someone..)

-yells at ace when he inevitably tries to make flirty remarks, even though its just to rile him up

-tries to play resonsible and collected housewarden in front of the others.. but he loves it

-physically cannot make a move or comment because hes too nervous, would keep his hand in yours or on you in some way just cause hes glad your his (ur so nice lookin)

when ace had suggested that you and the main group from heartsyble took a trip to the beach, it was a excuse to finally go swimming. finals had been stressing you all out and with a little persuasion from you, riddle was ok with a beach day reset.

that's how you got here, laying on a towel under a beach umbrella talking to cater about your guys magicam feeds as riddle and trey horribly beat ace and deuce at a game of beach volleyball.

after a while riddle called cater over to take his place, he walked over and sat next to you. as you glanced over you saw he was more rigid than normal, "you ok riddle.." you set a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. "y-yes! im completely fine" you spoke quickly and turned his face away from you.

your eyebrows scrunched as you sat up, placing a hand on his jaw and turning his face towards you, you almost laughed once your realized how red his face was, "oh my.. did they first years make you upset?" you noticed his eyes widen before flicking to your chest and back up to your eyes quickly, realization dawned on your face as you smiled at him, "seriously?"

he groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead on your bare shoulder, "its not my fault, you look really good, my rose" he mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you giggled, running a hand through his bright rose colored locks, placing a kiss on his head, "thank you, love".

leona kingscholar🦁

-could not care less

-i mean he does, but hes so nonchalant about it

-hes not nervous or anxious, he openly makes sly comments the whole time about how good you look (little shit thinks its just for him)

-constantly keeps a hand on your thigh, around your waist, resting on your hip, this man doesnt care he will show to everyone your his if yall are in public

-so grabby..

-will make you lay with him/on him while he takes a nap

you sat in savanaclaw, as usual most days where you ended up after classes. typically leona would already be with you, dragging you to his room right after classes so he could nap in his own room with his partner. but today he got dragged to a housewarden meeting by ruggie, so that left you waiting in his room for him to come back.

what youd never understand was why it was always so hot here.. you get its a dessert but the heat is ridiculous considering they have magic. the heat caused you to wear less than normal, shorts and a lose top that was leonas that slid down and showed collarbone and parts of your chest.

you layed sprawled across his bed, trying to beat the heat by scrolling on magicam, stalking caters perfect page. your scrolling was interrupted by his door opening, looking up to see leona striding his way in and slamming the door behind him. he crawled onto his bed and leaned over you, "been waiting long herbavore?"

you shook your head, smiling as you leaned up to peck his lips "not at all.. just hot as fuck" he smirked, letting out a low chuckle as he flopped down next to you, "yeayea, i know, you sensitive humans"

you slapped his chest, flipping over to set your chin on his chest to glare at him, "its not my fault, its always so-" you were cut off as leona captured your lips with his, holding your hips. you groaned and rolled your eyes while kissing him back, annoyed at being cut off.. this little shit.. when you pulled back he was smirking, "whats that for? miss me or something?".

he let out a small 'tsk', pulling your hips to straddle his waist. you smiled and leaned down, crossing your arms on his chest and resting your chin on your arms, "you know i did, you also happen to be wearing my shirt, and showing a little more than usual herbivore.. was it just for me?" he smirked at his own words, laughing as your face flushed and you hit his bicep, "leona-!"

azul ashengrotto🫧

-he knew something was up when the twins were acting shady all day (more so than normal)

-the monstro lounge had an event that night and the twins had gotten you a uniform with more skin showing, saying it was for the theme

-doesnt know what to do with himself, locks himself in the VIP lounge for a majority of the time cause hes just sat there with his head on his desk, completely red faced

-this poor man is rocked to his core when he does come out, and floyd wont let up on fucking with him

-"dont you think shrimpy looks good boss?" than suddenly the twins turned to an only child (JOKING)

"floyd, can you lay off his for like two seconds" you scolded, arms crossed over your chest as you watched azul walked away from floyd and back towards the VIP lounge. ever since they put you in this stupid revealing uniform for tonights event floyds been tugging on azul, constantly. "c'mon shrimpy.. its funnyy~" he teased as he leaned onto your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes at him, shoving his elbow off your shoulder, "jade, watch him" you spoke behind you as you made your way back to the VIP lounge, back to his office to check on him.. these idiots are trying to kill him

you knocked on the door before hearing a small 'come in', cracking open the door to his office you saw azul sat at his desk. hand tangled in his hair as his elbow leaned on his desk, the other hand holding a pen that was frantically scrawling across an agreement paper he was working on,, guaranteed trying to rope another first year into a deal.

your lips quirked into a small smile as you shut the door and locked it, no way in hell were you letting the twins fuck with him more tonight. you walked to his desk, sitting in the chair opposite of him, "you seem stressed az..". you almost laughed at how hard his head snapped up when he realized it was you.

"ah- hello angelfish.. h-how are you?" you quirked an eyebrow at his words, leaning back in your chair as you watched his eyes flash between your chest and eyes, "your playing this real calm". he groaned and buried his face in his hands. you rolled your eyes before walking to his side of the desk standing between his legs, pushing aside the documents on his desk before sitting on the desk in front of him.

he kept quietly groaned as he rested his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your hips, "those stupid shady twins, im gonna kill them.. theyre on busser for a month.. they did this.." he mumbled almost incoherently into your uniform. you just sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "ah yes.. cause your absolutely hating this.." you remarked to his complaints. "maybe i wouldnt mind it if it was just for me.. you look good angelfish..", you giggled at his response "just for you next time, promise"

kalim al asim💧

-hes so energetic about it

-our favorite golden retriver

-will hype you up the whole time yall are at the dorm, the second you walked out in slightly more revealing clothes.. he was all over you

-hugging you, kissing your cheek, he doesnt care, he just thinks you look so good

-jamil is so over hearing him talk about you (he secretly grateful you take some things off his plate.. hed never say that though)

-would proably be at a dorm party that he was throwing

you were in the kitchen talking to jamil about your classes, asking him about his family- this was a normal occurrence between you two. both of you tended to stay in the shadows while kalim stayed in the light before everyone.

as you sat on the counter, trying samples of the food he was making for the dorm party, you heard the door to the kitchen slam open, "where have you guys been?" he ran over to you, standing between your legs, "i missed you so much.. and you look so good!", a big smile covered his face as his hands slipped around your hips, his lips placing quick kisses on your cheeks.

you giggled, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, "i was just keeping jamil company.. do you want me to come out with you?". he just shook his head, leaning forward to lean on your chest as he spoke, "nah, i know you guys like the quiet.. id like to see you afterwards though.. you look very nice". you knew he was being a little extra clingy cause you were showing more skin today.. it was nice though.

you smiled at his compliment, noticing a small blush on his cheeks as he pulled away from your chest. you opened your mouth to speak before you saw a wooden spoon hit kalims head, he winced and held the back of his head, "jamil~". you looked past kalim and saw the vice with his arms crossed on his chest, "stop being freaky with the prefect in my kitchen". you giggled as he turned away from you, suddenly whining to jamil about how pretty you were while he just stood there looking unimpressed.. these boys

vil schoenheit🧺

-he couldnt care less (like hes not possessive about it like leona would be, he absolutely does care tho)

-will show skin with you lowkey

-helps you pick out the outfit that shows skin

-he loves it when others think his partners attractive (power couple who?)

-would break his own rules just to stay with you longer

-yall would be getting ready for an event together thats for vils modeling jobs

-(almost dont make it to the event)

you sat at his vanity, touching up your makeup (still gender-nuteral kids, whatever you prefer) as he got changed. whipping a hand to the corner of your lips as you saw his reflection come to vision in the mirror behind you. his outfit had his collarbone and a bit of his chest out, similar to yours..

you smiled, moving a piece of your hair out of your face and pinning it back "vil.. my love, are you trying to match with me?" he feigned shook, a hand on his almost bare chest, "i would never poison, who do you take me for?"

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics as you stood, standing before him as you looked up. wrapping your arms around his shoulders, "ok maybe i was trying to match. can you blame me? you look divine.." you rolled your eyes at his flattery, brushing a stray hair from in front of his eyes. as your hand was coming down he caught it in his, pulling your knuckles to his lips.

he placed a kiss to your knuckles, keeping eye contact with you as he left a small red mark behind on your hand, "would it be that much of a shame to miss this event..". you looked at him unimpressed, leaning up to peck his cheek, "yes, yes it will.. and your manager will kill me" you attempted to reason with him as you turned away.

before you could get far you felt his grab your wrist, puling you back into his chest. his fingers brushed under your chin, making your eyes meet his, "we can be a little late though" you rolled your eyes while smiling, giving into him, "fine.. a little late." you mumbled before pushing your lips to his.. (yall got yelled at so bad for being 30min late)

idia shround🎧

-are you trying to set the ignyhide dorms on fire?

-are you trying to set yourself on fire?

-are you trying.. alright ill stop

-nah seriously though, it was a thoughtless decision

-it was just hanging around his dorm with him playing video games in pjs and you didnt even think about it

-man is gonna pass out with like an anime nosebleed type shit

-does it matter that you guys have been together for so long and hes actually normal and comfortable around you? nope. hes fine until he realizes how much skin is out

-would never admit it out loud.. but he loves it

you walked into his dorm room, pj pants and hid hoodie on top, "idiaa.. what we playing tonight?" you questioned as you flopped onto his bed getting out your switch. you looked up to see him locked into the game he was already playing before you got there, rolling your eyes you starting playing your own game. a comfortable silence covered you two as it did most nights.

after a while it started to get hot in his room.. i swear its his hair.. you set down your switch and slipped his hoodie over your head, a tank top on underneath. you rolled your head, yawning as you glanced at his clock, 1:27 it read, shit it was late already.

you knew it was smart to go back to rhamshackle soon, but you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend before that. you stood from his bed, walking to be behind his chair, your body sluming forward. your arms fell around his shoulders, laying on his chest as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, "idia.." you mumbled, placing small kisses on his pale neck, "i gotta go soon.. cmere"

he jumped slightly at your kisses, his hand coming up to rest on yours, "i-i didnt relize it was so late.." he finished up his raid with you wrapped around the top half of his body. when he was done he got up to switch off his light, following you to his bed so you guys could lay down together for a bit before you left.

he got under his covers, opening his arm for you to lay on his chest. you quickly look his offer, laying your head on his chest, your arm laying across his waist, and your leg hooking onto his. you hummed at his warmth as his arm wrapped around your waist.. only than did he realize that he could feel your.. bare skin? once the realization set in that you were wearing a tank top he froze, blushing profusely, "you- you didnt say you were- i- this is boss level actions-" his hair flared slightly at his words as he buried his face in your hair, he cant handle all that without warning (your too fine)

Malleus draconia🐉

-is so excited

-smiles so brightly as you stand by his side

-lilia happily watches as he spins you around and shows you off to him, silver and sebek

-happens during a little picnic he planned for you

-he got distracted staring at your chest a couple times.. not in like a creepy way though, in a, he doesnt realize its bad and thinks hes just admiring his partner way

you giggled as you stumbled a little, malleus hands covering your eyes as he guided you to a 'surprise', "are we almost there mal..". he didnt say a word as you guys stopped walking and he let his hands drop from your eyes, resting on your hips as he stood behind you.

your eyes widened as you took in the scene, a picnic blanket and foot set out under a tree in the gardens of diasmonia dorm. fairy lights hung from the surrounding trees. you turned to face him and were faced with a small wrapped bouquet of your favorite flowers, you took them slowly as you looked up at him, "mal.. this-this is perfect" you reached up, cupping his jaw and pecking his cheek.

he smiled softly, his hands resting on your waist, "only the best for you beloved.. you look perfect". you smiled up at him, resting your head on his chest as you hugged him.

after your thanks were over he moved you guys to the blanket, sitting across from each other. you went back and forth trying the different foods he brought and talking about your guys weeks. as you were talking about your potions class with silver you noticed his eyes continue to wander between your eyes and chest.. you leaned forward and waved a hand in front of his eyes lightly, "you ok? you seem.. out of it", you let your hand fall to hold his in his lap.

as you looked up you were shocked, you never thought youd see a day where you made him flush, but here it was. you locked eyes with him as it registered that he was blushing. your malleus was blushing. his eyes widened at you calling him to attention, his hand squeezing yours as he avoided your gaze quickly, "y-yes. im quite alright beloved.. i didnt think id be so affected by you this evening is all."

you let out a laugh at his words, "im yours mal, your aloud to look when i dress up for you." he nodded at your words, "i see.." you rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought your hand up to his lips to brush a kiss to the top of your hand. he kept your hand up as he looked at you, "does this mean i am aloud to request that you wear that top more often..". you flushed at his words (back to normal), "of course mal.."

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tea-biscuits-books · 1 month ago

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17 candles kisses

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

🎂💋🌹🎁🍓

summary: pov it’s your birthday 🌟

authors note: i felt inspired to write this because it’s my birthday 🫣🤭

word count: 1.3k

song : lover - taylor swift

🎂💋🌹🎁🍓

The first kiss comes before you’ve even opened your eyes.

“Morning, birthday girl,” Barty murmurs, his voice hoarse and laced with traces of sleep. You feel his lips brush your forehead gently—soft and reverent.

“One.” Your eyes flutter open and find his dark ones looking down at you with adoration, his pretty lips already in the familiar smirking motion, brown tufts of hair leaking out of the soft grey hood of his jumper. You sigh, your fingers finding their path down his chest, tracing small patterns on his abs.

“Are you really going to count every one?” you ask, though a small smile is finding its way to your mouth. Barty hums, dragging a fingertip lightly down your arm.

“Course I am. One kiss for every year, treasure. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.” You let out a soft laugh, and he immediately leans into it, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“Two,” he breathes. You roll onto your side, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“How did you even get into the dorm?” He chuckles, arms tightening around you.

“Persuasive charm on a sleepy second-year. Bribed him with chocolate frogs. No regrets.”

By breakfast, you’ve received three more kisses—forehead, nose, and one to the tip of your finger as he hands you a mug of tea.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, watching him swirl cream into your drink with exaggerated care.

“And you’re seventeen, doll,” he replies smoothly, his blue eyes glittering with mischief. “If you think I’m not making that a spectacle, you clearly don’t know me.” You feel your lips curl up into a smile as Regulus and Evan both groan in disgust from across the Slytherin table.

“Get a room, won’t ya?” Evan scoffs, throwing a spoon that hits Barty square in the forehead.

“You jealous, Rosier?” Barty fires back, not missing a beat.

“I’d kiss you too, but I’m booked for the day.”

You stifle a laugh behind your hand as they begin to squabble, flicking crumbs and insults at each other like children. Regulus just sighs, sipping his coffee with the long-suffering expression of someone who's dealt with this far too often. Barty turns to you mid-argument and plants a kiss right on your cheek.

“Six.”

The eighth kiss is stolen as you’re walking through the greenhouse after Herbology, a quiet moment between you two among the creeping vines and misted glass. He cups your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, and kisses you like there’s nothing else in the world.

“Eight,” he murmurs, and you think you could melt right then and there.

The ninth is in the library. The tenth, on the back of your hand during lunch. The eleventh happens in the hallway. You're walking past, distracted, when he hooks his pinky through yours and pulls you back into his chest, pressing you to the wall just to steal one. Regulus is left flustered and abandoned to the side, and you hear a groan of disgust from a passerby that sounds suspiciously like Sirius.

“Merlin, slimy snakes and their slimy tongues down each other’s throats,” he mutters. You stifle a laugh, melting into Barty’s touch.

“Kiss eleven,” he whispers against your lips before pulling back just enough to admire your blushing cheeks.

“Gotta make it worth it, ain’t I?”

It’s nearing dinnertime when Barty wraps a blindfold around your eyes, ranting about surprises and house-elves.

“This feels suspicious,” you mumble as the fabric slips over your vision.

“You’re not gonna kill me and feed me to the squid, are you?” Barty snorts.

“Not today, treasure.” As your vision is stripped from you, all you’re left with is his lingering cologne and the warmth that radiates off his body. His hands settle at your waist, guiding you carefully through the castle.

“Barty?” You squeak as your arms flail around, trying to feel for him.

“Right here, doll,” he laughs into your ear, his voice low and amused. You can feel his breath ghost over your neck and your skin prickles. After a final turn and a theatrical spin, he comes to a skidding stop, standing in front of you, his breath heaving slightly onto the blindfold. Then, with careful fingers, he unties the knot, letting the fabric fall away. You blink. Once. Twice.

“Are you… baking?”

You’re standing dead center in the Hogwarts kitchens. Dozens of house-elves bustle around him, balancing trays piled high with golden-roasted meats, mashed potatoes, and dinner rolls. Pumpkins float in mid-air, and pitchers of pumpkin juice zoom past your head. And Barty—your boyfriend—is at a counter in one of your aprons, poorly tied, with flour streaked across his cheeks and dusting his curls. He’s bent over a cake that looks like it’s already declared war against him.

“No,” he says flatly, before sighing. “Alright, yes. But if this cake is hideous, it’s because you distracted me all bloody day with that pretty face.”

You laugh and walk up behind him, slipping your arms around his waist.

“You're baking me a cake. That’s already perfect.”

He mutters something about “sweet-talking witch” under his breath, but you can hear the grin in his voice.

The cake is finally done after another half hour of chaos and muttered curses, including a frosting bag explosion and Barty yelling,

“I swear this piping is cursed.” When you’re both finally leaning over it, inspecting the slightly lopsided frosting with pride, you can’t help but smile.

“I like it,” you say, running your finger through a line of icing and licking it off.

“A little messy, but sweet. Like you.” Barty grins.

“Messy, am I?” Before you can react, he swipes a dollop of icing on your cheek.

“Barty—!” you shriek, but it’s too late. That glint is in his eyes, the one that always means trouble. He steps closer, slowly, hands resting on your hips as he dips his head. His nose brushes your cheek first, then his lips press softly to the icing, warm and firm. And then—his tongue flicks over the spot, licking the sugar mixture up with a low hum of satisfaction.

“Seventeen,” he whispers against your skin, lips still against your cheek.

“And easily my favourite one yet.” Your entire face is on fire.

“You’re such a menace,” you mutter, but your voice is breathless.

“And you’re my birthday doll,” he purrs, pulling you closer until your foreheads are touching.

“Now, how about a slice of cake and kiss eighteen for good luck?”

The rest of the evening passes in a dreamy blur. You eat cake off mismatched kitchen plates. Barty insists on feeding you forkfuls with overly dramatic “ahh”s. Regulus and Evan show up just long enough to heckle him and steal cake before leaving again with pumpkin juice in their pockets. You’re full, warm, and your stomach hurts from laughing too much.

As the night winds down, you find yourselves alone again, this time curled up in a quiet alcove near the Astronomy Tower. The moonlight filters in through the window, casting pale silver on the stone floor. You’re curled in Barty’s lap, arms around his neck, his fingers tracing slow circles into your back.

“Kiss eighteen,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Nineteen.” A kiss to your temple.

“Twenty.” He presses his lips gently to your throat, lingering for a moment. You shiver. Then he pulls back, holding your face between his hands.

“And twenty-one… just because I can.” This kiss is different—longer, deeper, more lingering. His lips slot against yours with slow, steady purpose. Like he’s trying to press every unspoken word, every flicker of feeling into the space between you. You grip his hoodie tightly, the scent of him and the warmth of him washing over you like a wave. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I wish I could give you more than seventeen,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Wish I could give you all the time in the world, treasure.” You blink up at him, soft and starry-eyed.

“You already give me everything.” And for once, Barty Crouch Jr—the proud, cocky, sharp-tongued boy who sneers at sentiment—has no words. Just a faint, almost trembling smile. And another kiss.

#harry potter #love #y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #birthday #barty crouch jr #Barty crouch jr x reader #birthday oneshot #oneshot #Drabble

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eldaryan · 1 year ago

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AHHH OMG THAT STORY FOR “His little kitten” I LOVED IT, I MEAN YOUR SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AT WRITING!

PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTINUE IT, IM LITERALLY BEGGING!! 🧎‍♀️😭

Maybe something along the lines of we come home after a stressful day at work and decide to go full on dress up as a cat for RZ Michael. Omg it’d be so cute and if you don’t mind NSFW.

Thxsm!! 😭❤️

}Hi! Yeah, sorry for taking so, SO long with it, but my life got pretty messed up but… I never forgot about it and the other asks. Please, I hope you enjoy it!🌹

•Warning: Smut, agnst, mentions of killing (lightly), +18 (minors dni), finger teasing, a bit of fluff (a bit), female reader, unprotected sex, bread kink.

🤓Under revision📃

His Need

Part 1 • Part 2 (His Possession)

What a day. You loved your job, but some days, it was just so exhaustive. Indecisive people or people who end up not buying anything, others ignorant and difficult to deal with, others who treated you as if you were nobody and didn't understand anything about the business… But at least you were finally home. You could take a long bath in your tub, wear your most comfy pajamas and cuddle with Michael. Oh, Michael. You almost forgot.

— Michael? I’m home!

You yell from the entrance, letting him know of your presence. Normally just opening the door he knew you arrived home, greeting you and standing on the stairs.

— Weird. He’s not here.

You take off your shoes, keeping only your socks on and you start walking around the house looking for Michael, not finding him in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe He is upstairs? With that thought, you made your way to your bedroom, not finding him there either.

— He still out hunting?

A shiver runs down his spine, imagining him killing someone. You had already talked with Michael about his “hobby”, trying to convince him to kill only the people who deserved it, after all, as you saw Chucky say in a movie: there are people who really deserve to die.

After much persuasion, and favors, Michael agreed to your request, just looking for victims who truly deserved the fate of the boogeyman's blade. You shrug your shoulders, forgetting about it now and taking off your clothes, just wanting your bath and relax from this day. Walking towards your bathroom, you turn the faucet, letting the water fall into the tub. With your hand you feel the hot water. Just how you like it.

You enter the tub, letting your body rest and a sigh escape from your lips, feeling the warm water embracing you. Washing your body, you just can think about the last time Michael did share a bath here, when you could convince him to. How his massive body did embrace yours, almost not fitting in the tub. The water escaping with every trust of his hips… He was a possessive man, kinda aggressive, but that’s how he is. Wasn’t his fault. With some research, you’ve found everything about his childhood, his forced treatment… ”Poor child” you thought. And living with him, day by day, you met the man with a boy in his cold heart, that melted little by little with your smile and warmth.

Lost in thoughts, you did remind of that day you arrived home with cat ears. Something different, but wasn’t your intention, you didn’t even knew that Michael would be so obsessed with that. The way he stared at you, marked your skin that night… You could feel goosebumps run through your skin just with the memories, biting your lip when an idea pops into your mind.

You wanted to feel the man that way again, so animalistic. And that’s why you bought something special last week when Michael was out hunting again. After finishing cleaning your skin, you get up, letting the water run, drying the tub while you grab a towel to dry your body and hair. You walk towards your room again and to your wardrobe, opening it and searching deeply on it for something specific, finding the black medium box. Carrying it, you put the box on your bed, opening and revealing the full cat costume you did buy and hide from your partner.

— Ah, yes. Let’s see what Michael thinks about it…

The towel fell on the floor from your body with you starting to wear the costume piece by piece and going to take a look at yourself in front of the mirror beside your bed. It did fit perfectly in your curves and a smile grows in your lips when you realize it. Wasn't everytime you had the courage to wear something like that, but Michael, with the passion he seemed to show you, the want to try and tease for him just growth.

— Now all I have to do is comb my hair and I'll be ready.

•••

The large and tall figure finds it's way to the house, entering and finding the same perfect silence of when he left. But something different did caught his eye. Her shoes and coat were in the entrance, finding out that his partner was finally home. He could feel his cold blood slowly heat at the discovery, lightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his bloody knife, starting to walk again, looking around for you.

No signal of you downstairs so you probably were in your bedroom, reading a book as usual or just taking a nap from your day at work.

He couldn't wait to see her. His obsession. So he immediately makes his way towards the stairs, climbing calmly and silently, even though he's anxious inside. Michael was a patient man, he knew exactly the perfect time to strike even after long days of stalking his potential victim. With his silent footsteps, and long breaths, he finally finds the door to the main bedroom of the house, opening it slowly and running his gaze around the room. The clothes strewn across the floor catch his eye before she finally lifts her masked face to the bed, finally finding you there, lying invitingly and dressed in those clothes. She did it again.

— Oh, Michael! Welcome home.

You say with a smile on your face, crawling across the mattress only to sit on the edge and cross your legs.

— I missed you. Come here!

With your arms outstretched you call out to him, seeing his tall figure somewhat tense and his strong grip on the knife, as if he were holding back while he watched your body in those small pieces of clothing through the dark holes in the mask. Your skin burned from just that. They were so small that almost couldn’t cover that precious parts of you that should be covered, and for him only to see. And here were you two.

— Michael? What’s wrong?

You asked when he just stood there, watching and holding the bloody knife. He seemed to be thinking about something. To do something or just about how to start something. Usually, the heat of the hunt always guides him to grab your body wherever you were and claim you, just to dissipate all those feelings. That heat of being the predator, and you were just another prey. The most valuable prey, his reward.

And then, the figure finally moved, walking to you slowly and without any sign of rush, just analysing your tiny little body, in comparison to his, almost fully undressed for him. There. On that bed.

He finally reached you, starting your heavy breathing escaping from your lips and your breasts going up and down from that angle, analysing the beautiful and submissive look on your face. All his.

His left hand found it's way to your face, slowly caressing his big calloused fingers to your cheek as he continues to go down to your neck. You were so hypnotized by his presence and the figure of his mask that you didn't notice the strong grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled your hair.

— M-Michael..? What? Y-You didn't like the costume?

You asked finally, wanted to know his mysterious thoughts for the first time, feeling your cheeks burn as he watched you before finally approaching his face from your, and slowly to your neck. You could listen to his loud heavy breath perfectly by the close distance now, and how he smelled your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.

He was analyzing you. He was curious about the motive you were dressed like that again. Michael couldn't understand what you wanted, but he hadn't disliked what you did bring to him. Quite the opposite. You were different from everything he has seen in his life. Anything you did amazed him in ways himself did not understand. But Michael knew one thing.

You were his.

You felt your body slammed against the mattress just by his strong grip as the man placed his knife on the edge, letting you there. With his calm movements he approached you again, covering your body with his now and grabbing both your wrists, squeezing them on either side of your body and pinning them there before pressing you down with his weight. Michael went back to burying his face in your neck, smelling the scent of your skin that only made him grunt behind the mask and press it lips there, as if kissing you.

— Oh, I see… You like it.

Michael backed away and tilted his head to the side, making your body pulse as you felt the volume on his pants against you meanwhile you tried to keep the eye contact. You whimpered as he hold both your hands together with his left one, over your head, as the right started to touch your skin.

He slowly slides his fingers between your breasts and around now, teasing you before using them to press your nipple marked on the costume, pulsing when you moaned his name. He knew your body like his own hand, just by watching your reactions all this time.

That's why he just kept going, feeling the curve of your waist and tightening his touch, grabbing your leg to open you more for himself. And the smell, ah, that sweet smell with the vision of your panties wet, showing how much you desired this without the need to say something.

— Y-Yes, I was waiting you…

You said, making him look at you again as you opened more your legs for him to watch you more and better. You loved this side of him. You knew it's was his aspect, how he used to act and know things about you that even you did not know, that always surprised you.

— Your girl needs you.

He has looked at your body one last time before squeezing your waist and slide his fingers to your panties, feeling the sensation of the fabric and the details there against his hand before pulling it. Surprised, you moan with the sensation of the fabric being torn against your sensitive skin, another consequence of the ecstasy.

Michael had that singular power against you. Always making your heart beat faster, curious of what he could do next or just the way he showed his sweet side (with the mysterious gifts he did bring to you), or what he was thinking meanwhile watching you or how your skin seemed to burn with his touches. His heavy breath and muscular body, his strong grip that could break you easily, but just used to keep you there, for him.

His fingers found your pulsing core, touching your sensitive and aroused point that always called his attention, grunting behind the mask as he could listen your sweet moans again, encouraging him to continue exploring your pussy with his big calloused fingers.

— Y-You… You, Michael. Your kitten wants you…

You begged with your panting voice, knowing that he liked when you did beg. And wasting no time, he used both hand to take your panties, seem you relax before grabbing your wrists and tying them together over your head with the fabric, keeping you pinned so he could unzip the jumpsuit. Exposing his muscular, scarred body to you, making you shiver at the very sight. You never got tired of seeing him reveal himself like that.

With his left hand at your waist, he finally took his massive cock in his right hand, showing you how he was for just smelling your perfume and seeing you dressed like that. A pure vision of redemption for him while he could barely contain himself from corrupting you.

His tip teased you as he approached your bodies again, wanting to listen and see your face closer as he slided his member to your wet entrance. And with a single trust, he invaded your warm and wet embrace, grunting as you moaned satisfied. Feeling every inch of him inside of you, filling you, and his pulsating veins.

You had no time to adjust to his size as he grabbed your leg and started moving his hips against you, slowly. You noticed when he closed his eyes by the light of the room, enjoying the sensations of being inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure and scream of surprise. He felt it, looking back at you instantaneously with the feeling, knowing you too damn well.

Michael seemed curious tonight, as the first time you wore something like that. His eyes couldn’t stop to explore your figure with that costume. The fluffy ears, your hair and the costume bra hugging your skin tightly, letting your breasts to jump a little with every single move of his. You looked stunning for him. Delicious. Sweet as you’ve always been.

And he just wanted more and more to consume you entirely.

He focused his slow, but intense, trusts to just feel you clenching around him as your cunt fought to adjust and embrace him as best as your body could so abruptly, feeling his massive member twitching inside of you. As you could hear a hum from him… as he did enjoy to see you like that. Fighting the feelings inside of you that felt so overwhelming with each trust.

His hips snapped against yours with his single force, causing those sweet and surprised moan that slipped so well from your lips. The force of his movements, his cock hitting your walls and giving delicious chills trough your skin. The sound of his hums and low groans behind the mask. Everything that he only gave to you. Things that no one ever heard or felt.

You were his obsession. The only thing that made his feral desires mix on his mind. The need. The hunger. To feel your skin again as his calloused hands tightened while holding you. The smell that only you had. A parfum that embraced his thoughts. His nerves. Your face, and how it seemed to change whenever he was around. Of course he knew. By stalking your house whenever he felt bored by not finding the right prey on his hunts.

You made it all. Alone.

Michael starting to feel more and more conscious about you. The much the touched and felt you, the more the voice inside of him felt louder and louder.

Mine. Consume. Take. More.

His member pulses against your tight and wet walls that felt more slick as his body was against yours. The warmth you felt embracing your body as his arms and hands got lost in your curves, exploring as he used to like to do whenever you were together like this. His left fingers slowly going up to feel the costume’s bra, pushing it more against your skin and sensitive nipple, playing with the sensation of the fabric and your body. Causing you to close your legs around him and vibrate, moaning his name softly. In need.

— Feels… Feels good…

You only wanted to tease the man. See what more reactions you could get from the mysterious and famous killer. And yet, here you was. Again. Submissive to him. In his hands.

The more reactions you gave to him, more his entire body pulses. And more he feels the need to push himself against your little cunt, picking up the speed and force he claimed you. Fucking you as much as his body needed.

His grip tightened against your breast, making you feel the light pleasurable pain in your skin. And inside of you, as well. His massive form that never felt tired, retreating only to quickly force his way back to you, causing more of the wet songs as waves of pleasure run trough you like a river. Your arms shivering.

There. When your legs freely hugs his waist and he starts to slam his force against the right spots and you tight even more around his massive cock. When you feel your brain melting and your moans get louder, you can listen how vocal Michael can get.

Grunts and rough moans escaping from the man above you. When his eyes drift along your body, entirely, with your warmth involving him. When you makes him feel sensitive. And makes him almost furious due it.

It’s when his left hand found your neck with anger, his harsh gaze meeting your lost eyes. Your lips parted with the heavy breathing and mixed with your moans and cries from the violent pleasure of him fucking you. With his animalistic side that always drives him. He needed more. He wanted more.

— M… Michael…

He grunts, huffing behind the latex mask as his body hovered your frame, getting his face close to yours only to listen. To absorve more of you, if that was possible. The warmth of your breasts against his chest, your body moving due his movements, almost making you jump on the mattress.

Your legs felt like jelly as tension and pleasure were mixed, the knot in your belly growing more and more. The feelings overwhelming you and making you loose yourself as tears escaped the corner of your eyes, influencing Michael to only tighten his grip around your neck even more.

You were so close. You felt so close to your high as much as he pushed and forced your tight walls open, as he hates you. And he knew it by how your body did tremble below his, with his mouth watering as a carnivore. In delight to make you feel so lost like this. By using you.

— P-Please… I’m… ‘M so close… I… can’t.

Your voice was a mess as yourself, rocking your hips against his body in a plead. Your breath harder and quick with Michael’s hand not letting go of you, feeling your heartbeats echoing in your ears with force. As you felt hotter. Michael only stared at you, letting go of your hand to slap your hip before holding it in a bruising way, to make you still for him to continue moving the way he wanted.

Quickly he pulled more of your body against his, your hips lifting a bit in the air only to encounter his harsh deep trusts every time he pushed himself. Again. And again. Reaching even deeper inside of you, making your walls clench against his massive rough cock, and vibrate almost desperately. Wanting to milk him.

You felt too weak against this man. You were nothing compared to his strength and stamina. You weren’t even able to think anymore, only surrendered by how well he could handle you. How well he could make you be a mess and loose yourself. Be weak. And that’s how your high exploded, the knot in your belly reaching its limit as a long moan escaped from your throat.

Michael let himself stop moving for those seconds only to feel you melting around him, his gaze locked in your face as it changed so much in pleasure. Your lips forming a “O”, your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched and your body shake. Almost not noticing how he was holding his own breath. You were like an magnet. In so many ways.

Before your body started to relax, Michael started to move again, easing his grip in your neck only to slowly reach your hair, pulling it against his massive hand. His hips moved by its own, guided by his feral need to have his release after so much of feeling you.

You moaned tired and surprised by how light you felt and how rough he still could use you, slowly moving your hands to his arms and feeling his muscles flexing. A loud huff of approval coming from him as you could see Michael closing his eyes. He seemed to be in a internal fight, lost in it and the madness pleasure and hunger he felt with you.

It was when he breath paused and a loud groan echoed from his throat, long enough to make you have goosebumps, biting your lower lip with the feeling as he trusted his hips against you one last time, with a bruising force that made you moan in surprise. Using your nails against his arms.

You felt his hot release almost exploding deep in your cunt, making your legs tremble in pleasure as you almost could feel yourself cumming again with the sensation. Being filled by Michael’s cum more and more, claimed by the infamous killer again.

His body relaxed and pressed against yours, almost laying against you as both catches the breath. Not long passes as Michael’s gets up to stare ate you, still breathless. He stared at you silently before looking up to your messy hair and the cat ears accessory in it. Slowly reaching it with his right hand, feeling the fabric and your hair together.

— So… You… liked it, mm?

A smile grow in your lips, letting your hands caress his arms lightly. You knew Michael almost never did you touch him, but you could abuse in those moments. Even now that he seemed to be analyzing you. Probably still in his high.

Nothing seemed to change the fact that only you affected him the way you did. Don’t mattered how many people he killed or how long he tried to stay away from you, forced by his own desires to stalk you trough your windows and finally enter your house. To meet you. Always with a bigger hunger than before. Because you were his. His need.

Hi! I want to apologize to everyone who did wait for it so long! Thank you for reading and enjoying the other ones I did write, as well! Please, feel free to contact me and I hope to write more in the future! Xoxo!🌹

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beritybaker · 2 months ago

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It's time to hop to it on my card for the @steddiebingo mini event! I've decided to do one cohesive story, though each chapter will pretty much stand alone if you want them to.

Also on AO3 here! And without further ado...

🌹 A Baker's Dozen 🌹

Chapter 1: Truths and Roses

Prompt: Roses | Rating: G (note that later chapters will be E) | Word Count: 2,293 | CW: Brief Misunderstanding and Angst | Tags: Post-Vecna, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Steve, Secret Admirer

It started about a week ago, and Steve keeps finding them everywhere. He’s found them on his stoop, floating in the pool, stuck to his front door. They don’t just turn up at his house, either—he’s found them in stacks of returns at work, crushed between tapes. There was even one sticking out of the bushes at Dustin’s house the last time he picked him up, but when he’d asked Dustin about it, the only answer he got was, “Maybe you’ve got a secret admirer,” muttered in an annoyed tone that suggested the kid knew more than he was letting on.

As he walks out of Family Video late Friday night and turns to lock up, Robin taps him on the shoulder and says, “Uh, dingus? You got another one.”

Steve follows her gaze. Sure enough, with its stem tucked under one of his windshield wipers, there’s a crimson rose on his car.

“You’re kidding me,” he groans. At first it felt a little romantic, coming across them all over town. Because they were so clearly meant for him specifically, always placed somewhere that his eye would naturally be drawn. But the fact that he’s gone several days without being able to figure out where they’re coming from is driving him nuts.

Robin? No, she wouldn’t get his hopes up like that.

Dustin? Couldn’t be him, either; if it was, he would’ve owned up and laughed about it the other day when Steve found the one at his house.

Steve wracks his brain, trying to think of someone who would be littering roses all over the place for him, and who knows his routine. The most likely culprit is a misguided prankster, but the thought that one of his friends might be that mean depresses him. He doesn’t even think Max would be capable of outright cruelty like that, even if she does like to antagonize him sometimes.

With a sigh, he plucks the rose from his windshield and sticks it into his breast pocket along with the other two he found during his shift.

***

The next day is one of those rare Saturdays when they both have the night off work. It’s Robin’s birthday, and she begged Keith to let Steve have the night off, too, because he was planning a party for her. If Steve had asked, he probably would’ve been shot down right away, but Robin’s argument (“Maybe the babes will come in expecting Steve, and then you might get a shot, huh?”) proved persuasive enough that he only had to come in for a couple hours in the morning.

He’s only found one rose today—tucked in conspicuously among the party decorations at Melvald’s—but this one was different.

There was a note attached.

He’s more than conscious of the rolled-up bit of notebook paper in his back pocket as he and Nancy hang the decorations all around his house. The four words, written in dark blue ink, are branded into his mind’s eye:

See you tonight, Tiger.

It proves to him, at the very least, that the roses are the work of one of his friends. He spends the whole afternoon mentally cycling through every bit of handwriting he knows, trying to place the familiar scrawl, but comes up short once again. More frustrated than ever, he starts the party with a sour taste in his mouth, and every guest he greets at the door gets a narrow-eyed stare.

Lucas? No, he’s too much like Steve. He knows how much something like this would hurt him.

Jeff? No, of course not. He doesn’t know him well enough to keep putting the roses where Steve can find them.

El? That one actually makes him shake his head. She’s too sweet for a prank, and she’s seen him beaten to a pulp way too many times by things she could destroy in her sleep to have some schoolgirl crush on him.

He knows Nancy’s handwriting too well, and Jonathan’s. It’s possible Mike has developed a mean streak, but Steve seriously doubts it. When he considers Will, he realizes he’s truly scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas, and decides to try and forget about the roses, at least until after the party.

That’s much easier said than done. Every conversation he has is like a pop quiz, though it’s hard to tell whether he’s taking one or giving one. It gets so bad that by the time the party’s in full swing, his hands are starting to shake and he’s having trouble taking a full breath.

Robin is, of course, the first to notice. She extracts herself from a conversation with Gareth and Dustin to march over and put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Hey,” she says, her voice soft. “You okay, dingus?”

He tries to smile. “’Course I am.”

She raises her eyebrows and gives him a gentle smirk. “You’re not allowed to lie to me on my birthday.”

“Okay, fine,” Steve sighs. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Is this about the flowers?”

“Yeah.”

Robin grimaces. “I wish I could help.”

At her words, Steve imagines a cartoon lightbulb flicking on over his head. “Maybe you can. This was tied to one I found earlier today,” he says, pulling the note out of his pocket. He hands it to her and adds, “You recognize the writing?”

Her brow furrows as she takes the slip of paper from him. She studies it for a second, then her eyes go wide. “Holy shit.” She glances around, then dips her gaze back to the paper. He can see the wheels turning in her head. Slowly, she says, “I think I do recognize it.” Inexplicably, she shoots a brief glare back in Dustin and Gareth’s direction.

“Really? Whose is it?”

She purses her lips. “You really wanna know?”

“For god’s sake, Rob. I’ve been dying to.”

Again, Robin’s eyes shoot daggers at Dustin and Gareth for a moment, the two of them seeming desperate to look casual. Eventually, she sighs and says, “Maybe you should just go upstairs.”

“What?” Steve says. “But—”

“Trust me.” She meets his gaze with a weary one, and he sees the same annoyed expression he saw on Dustin’s face at the mention of a secret admirer.

“Fine,” he huffs, and he makes his way toward the stairs.

Once he’s on the upstairs landing, though, he’s not sure where to turn. What the hell, Rob? he thinks. She knows how big this house is; she should know better than to send him upstairs without pointing him in a more specific direction.

Whatever. Steve isn’t really inclined to go searching for the answer to his mystery. After a couple hours of watching his friends’ every move, he’s exhausted. He takes that as a sign to just go lie down for a while. If he sets his alarm clock for twenty minutes from now, it’s not like he’ll be gone long enough for anyone to miss him.

It’s when he starts down the hall to his bedroom that he realizes something is amiss, and he stops.

His bedroom door is open. The door he always closes, especially when he has other people over, is ajar.

For a second, all he does is stare at the gap in the door, eyeing his wallpaper as if it might give him some clue as to what he’ll see when he looks further inside. In the next moment, he’s taking two long strides to the door and throwing it wide open.

The intruder jumps and lets out a short scream when the doorknob thumps against the wall. In the process, the rose between his fingers falls from his grasp, landing right in the middle of Steve’s pillow.

Steve stares, dumbfounded. “Munson?”

Eddie may as well be a deer caught in a pair of headlights. He’s got the face for it, anyway, his doe-eyes about three times their normal size. He swallows, then stammers, “I—Steve—I can—”

Steve’s gaze flicks down to the flower on his pillow. “It was you?” he murmurs.

“Listen, Steve, I didn’t…”

He wants to control his face, but he’s never been too good at that. He feels it fall into a familiar, hurt look.

Of all the friends who could’ve been messing with him, Eddie cuts the deepest. He’d thought they were on good terms now, that they understood each other since what had happened with Vecna. With the way things have been going, Steve had thought that maybe, maybe they could grow as close as he is with Dustin someday. As close as he is with Robin, even.

Now he’s not so sure.

Eddie takes a shaky breath. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he whispers, staring at the carpet in front of Steve’s feet.

“Then what the hell is it?” Steve demands. His voice is thick, but he tries not to think about that. He can cry over how wrong he was about his blossoming friendship with Eddie when he’s alone; right now he needs to understand why it’s falling apart. “Why the fuck have you been leaving roses everywhere for me?”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and wrinkles his nose, and Steve is struck by how similar it looks to the expression he wore a couple months ago, when he’d curled into a ball and described what he’d seen happen to Chrissy Cunningham. Steve has trouble looking at him when he makes that face, because even as he feels his own heart shattering yet again after being carefully glued back together so many times over, there’s an extra pang that comes from seeing someone he cares about in obvious distress.

That’s what gives him pause, though. The fact that Eddie is this upset at being discovered makes him step back from his own emotional cliff to look at things rationally.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie mutters after a long while. “I’ll, uh…I’ll just go. Tell Buckley I said happy birthday.”

He tries to leave, limping as quickly as he can toward the door. But Steve is still standing there, and he stops him with hands on his shoulders.

“Harrington, please. I said I’m sorry. Just let me leave. It was stupid, I was stupid, and now…”

“Eddie,” Steve says.

His tone must snap Eddie out of the obvious spiral he’s headed down, because he finally looks up and meets Steve’s eye.

“Can you please just explain yourself?”

Eddie swallows again. “You’re not gonna like, hit me or anything, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, because…well, because.”

Steve’s heart stutters. “Eddie, I wouldn’t ever hit you. Not unless you were really asking for it. Now can you please tell me what the hell is going on?”

His attempt at levity falls flat, and Eddie eyes him cautiously. At least he doesn’t look like he’s about to bolt anymore. “You’re not mad?”

“I’m a little insulted you think I would be. I mean, I’m cool with Robin.”

“This is different, though.”

“How is it different?”

Eddie closes his eyes again, but it’s only for a moment, and they don’t scrunch up in anguish this time. He sighs, then says, “I was leaving you roses because I like you.”

Steve blinks. “You mean…?”

Biting his lip, Eddie nods. “And when Gareth found out, he dared me to buy you flowers. A dozen roses. But I was too chickenshit to just give them to you, so…”

“So you…put them where you knew I’d be?” Steve feels his brows knit together as he processes the whole absurd situation.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.

“All around town.”

“Yep.” He folds his arms. “This was supposed to be the last one, and then it would all be over and I could fucking move on with my life.”

“Wait,” Steve says, shaking his head to clear it. “If you weren’t ever gonna own up to it, then why’d you write me that note this morning?”

“Same reason I was leaving the last one in your goddamn bedroom. Gareth found out about my loophole, and he forced me to up the stakes.” Through his teeth, he adds, “I’m gonna kill that little shit for putting me through this.”

“But just to clarify, you do like me,” Steve reiterates.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yes. Are you listening, man? The whole reason the kid put me up to this shit was because—”

Steve cuts him off—not with words, but by surging forward to kiss him.

It only lasts a moment, but it’s a moment that Steve is going to remember forever. Even if Eddie tells him to take a hike after all, he’s never going to forget the feeling of that startled mouth melting against his. Eddie’s arms, still knotted across his chest, go limp and fall to his sides before reaching for Steve and pulling him closer.

When he breaks away, Eddie murmurs, “Holy shit.”

Steve can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes him. “Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, unable to wipe away a grin as they stand in his doorway, foreheads pressed together. “You should’ve said something.”

“I was scared!” Eddie protests, and Steve laughs again, throwing his head back. “Vanquishing the forces of evil is one thing, but telling the Steve Harrington you wanna jump his bones is somethin’ else entirely.”

Raising an eyebrow, Steve smirks and says, “You wanna jump my bones?”

“Among other things, yes,” Eddie huffs.

“Like…what sort of other things?” Steve bites his lip. “You think one of those things might be dinner?”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking rapidly. Despite the fact that they’re still holding on to each other, he sounds disbelieving when he says, “Are you asking me out on an actual date?”

“Sure am. You free on Thursday?”

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cadybear420 · 8 months ago

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Since you sent 3 roses, I'll be sharing 3 exerpts :D

This first one is from a fic where the HSS group is having a picnic. Aiden is reading Persuasion by Jane Austen (I haven't read that book yet, I was writing this from some picture prompts that were sent to me months ago) and so it starts some conversation about a couple of topics between him and Evie

“What are some of the titles you do like? Or genres?” Aiden asks. “Probably mostly adventure stuff, fantasy, sci-fi… oh, and dystopian stories are also cool! I always find those very interesting…” Evie answers. “What about romance? If you like that, I think you’ll definitely love Persuasion.” “I… don’t usually like romance novels. Well, modern ones anyways.” Evie sighs. “I’ve sometimes scanned through some of those kinds of books in the school library, and most of the very romance-y stories there just seem so…” She scrunches her face. “...stereotype-y? Like…” “Gender stereotype-y?” Aiden asks. “Yeah, don’t worry, I get what you mean.” “I kind of didn’t want to say it like that, but yes.” “How come? You’re usually quite vocal about those sorts of topics.” “Well… I’ve felt angry about them before, but I try not to be as expressive about it nowadays because I know there are a lot of people who… do like those kinds of books. Especially with Emma, she loves them and owns tons of them.” “Ah, I see…” “I don’t think it’s bad that she likes them, and I’m not gonna bring up these feelings to her because I don’t wanna make her feel bad for liking what she likes, but at the same time… I just don’t get it. Why are these modern romance stories almost always about men who protect women and sweep them off their feet? Why not the other way around for a change? It feels like it’s so rare to find a story that's the other way around.” Aiden ponders for a moment. “I imagine, even with the advancements we’ve made in gender equality, many women still might like the idea of being protected by their male lover. A lot of them probably enjoy portrayals of men who actually value women and protect them from danger, rather than being the danger themselves.” “That’s... actually a fair point. But still, it’d be nice to see stories with women saving and protecting men for a change.” “Definitely agreed. The fantasy of being protected by someone you love is a nice one to have, regardless of what gender you are.” Evie catches a faint red tint growing on Aiden’s cheeks. He turns away, then shifts his gaze towards his book, and then turns back to her.

This next one is from a rewrite of the in-game scene of Evie and Aiden's first dance at homecoming. I refuse to buy that Aiden had overcome his poor dancing skills by this point, at least enough to lead Evie in dance and dip her. Let my f!MC lead/spin/dip m!LI in dance for once PB.

Evie has just won homecoming queen. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one nonetheless. After giving her brief victory speech, it’s now time for all the homecoming court nominees to head to the dance floor. As Evie approaches Aiden, he grins and extends his hand. “So… would you care to dance?” he asks. “Of course!” Aiden takes her arm and leads her to the middle of the dance floor, with the rest of the court members. “Quick question, though…” Evie starts. “Have you ever done ballroom dance before? I mean, I know dancing isn’t exactly your area of expertise…” “I… I have not.” Aiden flusters slightly, averting his eyes. “You?” “Nope… but it’s no big deal. I think I’ve watched enough movies with ballroom dancing in them to know how to do it.” His eyes quickly shift back to her, and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?” “I mean, how hard can it be anyways? You hold each other, step around a bunch, occasionally one of you carries the other…” “I guess… you’re technically right. But I’d rather not be stepping on your toes every five seconds…” “That’s alright. Just follow my lead.” His eyes widen. “You- you’re okay with that?” “Of course. I mean, I kinda wanted to lead regardless. If that’s alright…” Aiden’s lips curl slightly upward. “Well… what are we waiting for?” Evie takes his hand in hers, and puts her other hand around his waist. Aiden’s face turns light red as he ponders for a moment, before putting his own hand on her shoulder. She gives a smile and a nod, and begins carefully leading him through the dance as the music starts. “One, two, three… one, two, three…” Evie mouths to herself, as she steps in time with the music. Aiden follows her steps, but somewhat stiffly. Every so often, Evie takes brief glances at the space around them, making sure she doesn’t accidentally bump into any of the other couples. Her heart will tense as she cautiously checks the dance floor… …but then, she’ll turn back at Aiden, catching the slowly-growing smile on his face, and she relaxes a little more.

This last one is from that one "waterpark episode" fic I've mentioned, where the OG HSS gang spends the day at a waterpark.

As the group waited in line to check in, Evie got a brief glance at the large board, displaying the rules of the waterpark in colorful eye-catching infographics. One of the rules read “Personal tubes, pool noodles, water guns, beach balls, and other toys are prohibited”, next to an image depicting the aforementioned toys with a red cancel sign over it. It was a rule she’d seen at the local waterpark back in her old home too… she kind of understood why they had it, but it also seemed a bit unnecessary. Like, how much trouble could those things actually cause at a waterpark? As long as you’re not doing stupid stuff like taking a water gun onto one of the slides– “We’re next!” Emma said suddenly, grabbing Evie’s attention. As the group scanned in their tickets, they started to head in through the gate, and Evie took in the view of her beautiful boyfriend Aiden from the back. But just then, her face lit up as she got an idea… Just as Aiden approached the entrance to the park area, Evie quickly ran ahead and stood in front of him, blocking his path. “Sorry Aiden! You actually can’t go into the waterpark!” Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “The water park strictly forbids bringing in pool toys!” “Pool toys!? I don’t have any–” “You’re bringing in two large beach balls with you!” She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him to grab his ample buttocks, eliciting a tiny squeak from him. “That’s not allowed!” Aiden blushed madly and sputtered. “I, uh, I…” Evie giggled to herself… but then, a small smirk grew on Aiden’s face. “Oh yeah? Well then… you shouldn’t be allowed in either. Since you’re bringing in these big water guns.” He reached his hands up and placed them to her taut, muscular biceps, giving them a firm squeeze. Evie’s eyes went wide, before she chuckled softly. “Well played, Aiden! Look at you, being all flirty and shit.” “I guess you could say I’ve picked up a few things here and there…” he leaned in and planted a kiss onto her lips. “Yes, and it’d be great if you could also pick up the pace and actually go in the damn park. You’re holding up the line!” said the gate woman. “Oh! Right! Sorry!” Aiden’s ears turned pale red as he and Evie pulled away from each other, and they and the rest of the group made their way into the park.

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🌹🩸 Slyus Headcanons 🩸🌹

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Slyus is very sly, he's charming, persuasive, deceitful, cunning and he can put on a good performance, but he is clumsy and not at all intimidating.

Example: "I'll knock you up! Fuck, no, I meant-shit. Knock you out!"

Slyus can talk his way out of a death sentence and make the executioner blush while doing it.

He's been on the chopping block a lot in his life.

Slyus is extremely unlucky, like the amount of bad luck he has should be recorded in text.

Despite being a mischievous bard. Slyus can be an excellent storyteller when he wants to be. Other times, he does it purely for fun and exaggeration.

Slyus has a heart shaped birth mark on his hip.

Slyus uses his lute as a weapon and thwacks enemies constantly with it.

Since Slyus bashes enemies with his lute often. The poor instrument has been through a lot of abuse but is still in immaculate condition. Slyus takes really good care of it afterwards, he's repaired it many times and polishes it when he can.

Slyus is an incredible player at Lance Board, but a crap gambler. He has no luck in it, but the game? Master. He even sets up battle plans based on the game, and they always work much to the surprise of his companions. Syrus has stopped questioning it entirely.

Slyus got arrested once for seducing a prince. One of the many times he was headed for the chopping block. The morning of the execution, he sweet talked the guard and got let out.

Slyus is the type of bard to sing and perform a show inside his prison cell as he waits to be rescued...again.

Slyus pulls Artemis into kisses at the worst times, like mid battle most of the time.

He is all over her and Syrus is fighting the battle himself when those two are smacking lips.

Slyus is absolutely the persona of Chaotic Energy, he's got a golden retriever attitude, he's very chaotic, and a bit of a dumbass, always getting into troublesome situations.

Slyus is an excellent listener.

Slyus carries his childhood teddy bear everywhere with him because it was the last thing his mother bought him; it's his last reminder of her.

Slyus also carries a music box with his mother's voice inside.

Slyus prefers his lute, but he's not limited to it. He can play the violin, the harp, the piano, and the flute.

Slyus has a flashy, dramatic fashion sense, even rivaling Astarion.

Slyus can dance beautifully, he will take every chance he can get to dance.

He can dance salsa, tango, waltz, etc.

Slyus pulls his "seductive bard" routine on enemies, and it works.

Slyus uses Vicious Mockery like a second language, if he's not confident in a fight with his cross bows and short swords, he will spit insults from the back instead.

Slyus has a soft spot for luxury and lavish things, whether it be elegant clothing, or lounging on silk sheets, he appreciates the finer things in his un-life.

Slyus below the belt is rocking 7" with a slight curve.

Slyus favorite color is pink, almost everything he owns is pink.

Slyus wears a silver belt with a ruby rose buckle with a silver trim.

Slyus's favorite flowers are red roses and pink lilies.

Slyus's name in elvish means 'Mystic Rose.'

Slyus has a silver tongue, he can weave beautiful tales, whether they are real or fictional.

Slyus maybe stupid with survival skills, but he's extremely book intelligent, having deep conversations with Gale and Ryld.

Slyus despite being a vampire, can actually cook really well, rivaling even Gale. He first learned to cook from his mother, then he continued into his adulthood. Then during his seduction to feed, he lured people in with candle lit dinners.

Despite being a creature of the night, Slyus never killed any of his victims. Ever. He's Chaotic Neutral, but he isn't vile.

Though, every one of them fell in love with him afterwards, so he definitely has a reputation as a heart breaker.

Slyus found his first lute in a dumpster behind the Elfsong when he was 11 years old and became a street performer.

Slyus was a natural lutist and performer. He was born for it.

Slyus is quick witted and always has a snarky response ready for every sentence.

Despite his confident and pompous exterior, Slyus is still a scared little boy that misses his parents.

His snarky exterior is a mask to hide his deeper feelings of insecurity, loneliness, and helplessness. He's actually extremely fragile, but he hides it so well. Hiding behind a smile and flirty words.

He's described usually as an arrogant, little peacock by outsiders.

His personality is all a facade for survival, he's barely holding himself together. He thinks his life is a mess.

Slyus is extremely flamboyant, flicking his wrists and using feminine hand gestures. He even stands with his hip out and a hand on it.

Slyus fully embraces his femme side, he'll wear flashy clothes, corsets, and makeup when he wants to be bold.

Slyus enjoys long baths, they are relaxing, of course he will go all out, salts, scented candles, etc.

Speaking of, Slyus's favorite candles are vanilla.

Slyus himself smells like rosewood, cherry blossom with a hint of lavender.

He always keeps his perfume in his satchel during the travels.

As a bard, Slyus obliviously reads and writes poetry. He weaves words together beautifully like a lyric.

Slyus doesn't take life seriously, he treats everything as a joke, it's his defense mechanism.

Despite having fun on the battlefield, Slyus actually is an incredible fighter. He's just squishy and gets wounded a lot.

He uses hand crossbows, but he is an amazing archer with a long bow. He can hit a bullseye with his eyes closed.

Slyus can paint in incredible detail, he gets laugh lines, flaws, and pores. He never shared this with anyone, Artemis found out and Slyus begged her to keep it secret.

Slyus had painted Artemis and she saw it, drinking in every detail of her face. She still keeps the canvas in her belongings.

Slyus is a considerate and delicate lover, he praises everyone he beds, worships them.

Despite his 222 years, he has never had true relationship, he's had one night stands all his adult and vampire life.

Slyus is unashamed in the bedroom, he is a loud lover and tries his hardest to embarrass his lover. Until he meets Artemis and the sorceress tells him, he isn't being loud enough.

Slyus loves breaking rules, he will push buttons to see how far he can get, he is a complete menace in that regard.

His alignment gives him freedom, like he'll save Arabella and offer to escort the Tieflings to Baldur's Gate, but then he'll send Kar'niss to his death in the shadowlands to get the moonlantern.

Slyus does the smolder to get what he wants, it usually works, but with Artemis it doesn't, which is frustrating to the bard.

He also has the biggest puppy eyes, which makes it really hard for Artemis to say no or anyone for that matter.

Slyus is fluent in elvish, common, celestial, drow, and thieves' cant

Slyus can sing in elvish as good as he can in common, he usually charms his audience with his skilled tongue in more ways than one.

Slyus can write in perfect cursive.

Slyus can write in elvish.

Slyus likes to hold hands with Artemis, ensuring she doesn't disappear and leave him behind.

Slyus gives the best massages, his hands are skilled in more ways than one.

Slyus has a "good boy" kink.

Slyus's nickname is "Little Rose." A name from his mother, the only other person to call him this, is Artemis.

Slyus likes to turn into a bat and get carried around camp.

#my oc character #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #my fanfiction #male oc #male tav #slyus lysandros oc #slyus #my oc writing #my oc stuff

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nine-one-wanton · 10 months ago

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I mean...

😮‍💨 😮‍💨😮‍💨

🧳🧳🧳

🌹🌹🌹

❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

ALL OF THE THINGS PLEASE!!!

I present to you, ALL OF THE THINGS:

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨:

Buck shook his head, and chuckled softly, “You’re so drunk.”

Tommy grinned. “I had fun.. with your friends.” Tommy puffed himself up, and deepened his voice, “While you were being a big, tough firefighter.”

Buck rolled his eyes. “They’re your friends, too, y’know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Good ones, too. Now: Pacific. Ocean. New Year’s. Kiss.”

Buck walked toward the couch. “Ten.. Nine.. eight..”

“Six, seven.. Oh shit! Seven.. six.. five..” Tommy stood up from the couch, and reached for Buck.

Buck took his hand. “Four.. Three.. Two..”

“One.” Tommy touched the fingers of his free hand beneath Buck’s chin, and pressed his lips to his.

🧳🧳🧳:

Buck walked to the foot of the bed, and reached down to take one of TK’s legs in each hand, and took a deep breath at the sight of him.

Carlos was absolutely right. TK was gorgeous like this.

Buck raised his eyes to meet Carlos’s, still a little uncertain.

Carlos’s hands on TK’s knee.

TK’s ring on Carlos’s finger.

This whole thing made Buck’s heart race in ways that he couldn’t completely unpack quite yet.

But Carlos’s eyes looked as hungry as Buck felt, and Carlos gave Buck a nod.

Buck decided to cast off any vestiges of apprehension.

Starting now.

🌹🌹🌹:

Josh and Maddie had been giddy over Chimney having had the chance to actually be there.

And apparently when Maddie had gotten home, and she and Chimney had gotten to talking, they decided that Josh should obviously be the first gay Bachelor.

They had been really convincing when they sprung the idea on Josh at game night. Or maybe it was the wine that had been persuasive? Either way, they ended up pushing board games to the side in favor of a laptop where they took the first steps toward what Josh was now considering - potentially - the biggest mistake of his life? And to do it on the big screen, too! Super smart.

Josh was consumed by other people’s opinions, which was a terrible outlook - considering he was about to make his reality TV debut. The entire point of the freakin’ medium was to judge the shit out of people.

But right now, the opinions that he was preoccupied with were a little closer to home. (He could worry about the millions of strangers watching at home later.)

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹:

“Fuck, Sal,” Tommy mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah?” Sal growled against his neck.

“No, like.. I mean, maybe? But I just meant, give me a second to breathe.”

Sal backed up immediately, even if he did simultaneously complain about it.

“You didn’t breathe enough during the fuckin’ shift? It fuckin’ kills me having to work together all day and not be able to- What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason.” Tommy beamed with amusement. “So.. Go on: not being able to what, Sal?”

Sal rolled his eyes.

“To kiss me?” Tommy asked dramatically. “To touch me? To allow your eyes to linger, just a little too long?”

“Oh, shut up..” But Sal was smiling now, too.

#make me write #wip spoilers #jo writes fic #breathing fic #abc fic #untitled jeddie fic #untitled saltommy fic

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alyjojo · 9 months ago

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October 🌹 2024 Monthly - Cancer

Preshuffle: You’re receiving some kind of victory and forward movement (or the ok to proceed) in a heartbreaking situation that’s been plaguing you for a long time. Specifically medical and/or regarding children, I keep seeing “it’s okay 👍.” Or it will be. Thumbs up could be specific, someone does/types that a lot.

Meditation: A giant 👍 and a song called “Everything’s Okay” by some ska band I listened to once. That’s it. Everything is okay.

Main energy: The Devil rev

What’s going on in October:

3 Pentacles, Queen of Wands, 3 Cups, Queen of Cups & 5 Cups

The first thing I saw was a younger black woman who has opted for a less fussy and more natural kind of hairstyle, instead of something that would take hours with this Patience card, and someone giving them shit for it. Or they’re getting a fancy one and then there are regrets, you wish you had too. Could be playful, or even unspoken and just how someone affects you. This would be a co-worker or friend, but it hurts your feelings. I’m also seeing someone getting a tattoo and it’s like a comparison to someone else or something gets you really in your feelings. You opted for orange and regret it, someone else got purple and it looks so much better to you.

Oof, for some it’s a romantic partner making you feel this way about or around a third party. Someone’s a player or is naturally flirty, you could just suspect this of your person because you know them, vice versa. There’s an opportunity to heal the connection and let go of the need for defensive energy, so you’ve had that with someone romantically. Some of you may be single co-parents that are making nice with the ex’s new person, because you have to, but you’re sad.

For others of you there’s a situation around work where it’s like…I don’t know if you’re in sales, that’s the vibe, but it’s like you can use your attractiveness and persuasive nature to charm someone over to your side - or could be someone towards you, and it’s like you have to do something to “be nice.” Or someone like this is all up on your person, you’re well aware of it & triggered by some stupid shit they do or say - in your opinion, vice versa. Too friendly 💯 A lack of boundaries, and you’re drawing one. Could even be someone kinda creepy and flirty at work that won’t leave you alone. There’s someone flirty around that tries to be cute, and someone else is acting single when they’re not - or even giving this person an opportunity for superficial reasons, if work. I’m seeing someone being chosen for a project or again, a sales job, and it’s their achievements being celebrated but you think it’s for superficial reasons or…it’s making you feel a way. Sad. Insecure. Defensive. Or switch the situation, you have great achievements and someone acts a way about it, now you know. Whether they are ick or not (that’s cloudy/subjective) it’s like you perceive this as shallow or purposeful, or that the intentions/actions are hurtful even. You feel like someone doesn’t care about you how they should, how you want them to.

Queen of Cups being you in your own loving, nurturing, open hearted energy…too open hearted. I’m being shown the imagery on this card, she’s Ursula here but all of her cups are just floating around, any of them could spill over at any moment - and the following card is 5 Cups. Normally two are still standing but here all five are knocked over, and this is being shown as a lesson you haven’t learned, or a situation you can’t judge clearly because you’re too close to it. There is a lot of fear and anxiety surrounding what’s going on with other people, and it’s like Spirit is saying “worry about yourself.” Or if it’s not you, could be this other person doesn’t learn and you’re tired of being hurt by their actions or a particular person even. I don’t see this wrapping up this month - Spirit is more pushing you away from this sadness and worry, filling up your own cups. Self care, self love, let people do stupid things. I’m seeing it as a tough cycle but not really yours…or the intention is not to hurt or worry you.

Advice for Cancer: 3 Wands & 7 Pentacles

You’re going to be waiting a long time. Or have. Still are. This could be defensiveness around another person, specific or not, that needs to be released with The Devil rev. It’s the feeling of needing to defend yourself that needs to go. Care at the bottom. If you’re wondering if a new person is sticking around, it looks like it. If you’re waiting for someone to learn their lesson, you could be waiting forever. Or simply - time will tell. The Emperor is connected with 5 Swords rev, I don’t think they intend to hurt - but whether they do or not…there may be an apology coming to you.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Cancer, Capricorn, Aries, Leo & Scorpio

Oracle: ✨

Protest 🪧

Inadequacy - Sue - Attention

Self-Love ❤️

Self Concern - Self Healing - Independence

60 Patience

Creativity takes time, and sometimes a project can seem to be taking too long or seen to be failing.

We enter into October as:

Brad Blueberry 🫐

“While I worked, my life happened.”

Are you waiting to complete your career to live your life? What are you so busy for anyway? Sometimes keeping busy hides us from the real issues. Is there something you’re putting off doing? What are you avoiding? This card says go live your life! Work is not all there is, you must set aside what is driving you and regain some perspective on your life.

What is to be learned in October:

Rose Without Thorns 🌹:

“It is time to face my true feelings.”

You are most fortunate. As we mature, we learn that to enjoy the beauty of a rose, we must occasionally risk getting pricked by a thorn. You are not facing “the same situation”, this is the dawn of feelings being awakened and a new truth being born. You’re being presented with a different way to live. Trust you will know what to do. Stay open. Time changes us all if we’re lucky, it’s time to surrender and make the change. The best incentive to change is often love.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

#cancer #monthly tarot reading #october 2024 #astrology #tarot reading #tarot #spirituality #horoscope

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💜Venus Astro Notes(Love)💙

⚠️Sidenote⚠️: Please take this with a grain of salt for not all of my personal observations will resonate you entirely. Do not plagiarize or copy my work without permission to do so.

💜Venus in Earth signs/houses love traditional romance. To them, love letters is more romantic than text messages

💙Base on personal experience, Mutable/Water Venusians tend to be very open-minded and wouldn't mind dating anyone regardless of gender. Can also apply to Venus-Mars aspects♥️

💜Venus-Neptune/Venus in 12H/Mutable Venus tend to daydream about romance a lot and have this imaginary s/o they have in mind

💙Earth/Fire Venusians 🤝 Playfully teasing their loved ones as a sign of love language (can be a Tsundere at times lmao)

💜9H/Sagittarius Venus always dreamed of traveling around the world with their partner and have joyrides and midnight adventures together

💙When dating a Scorpio/8H Venus, please respect their privacy and be more open with yourself. If you do, they will love you harder. Scorpios in general love it when they know everything about a person because it's their way of knowing that trust exists in a relationship both romantically and platonically ❣️

💜Cancer/4H Venus looks for someone who they call home where they feel comfortable enough to show their crazy side to them

💙Air Venus needs to be mentally stimulated in order for them to feel contented in a relationship

💜Venus(Love) + 11H (friendships) = Your friends might fall in love with you or you are the most favorite in the group

💙Virgo Venus 🤝 Love language is correcting their loved ones mistakes so they won't mess up and be embarrassed later at a certain thing

💜Water Venusians despise long distance relationships, they want to be with their partner and see them everyday. Also maybe it's because they are emotionally attached to this person so without them, it feels like they are lost and hopeless

💙Fire/Air Venus 🤝 "And it's all fun and games, Till somebody falls in love. But you already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now."

-Carousel, Melanie Martinez

💜Scorpio/Capricorn Venus have trust issues so they would keep asking you random questions which includes personal ones. When they are answered and know that you are trustworthy enough, they would eventually open up 💞

💙Pisces/Libra/7H Venusians can be loveholics or someone who is obsessed with the idea of love

💜Ascendant/Moon in harmonious aspects with Venus can indicate a very charming person and can attract many with their pleasant and soft nature

💙Venus in 3H/Mercury in harmonious aspects with Venus can attract anyone with their great persuasion skills

💜While Venus in 2H can allure others with their dreamy and ethereal voice. This can also apply to Neptune in harmonious aspects with Venus 💕

💙Venus in 6H loves it when their partner joins them with their made up routine or schedule(such as exercising together at 1PM or doing skincare routine as a couple)

💜Aquarius Venus can be really awkward at first when they start dating with you and can be aloof sometimes but this will soon fade away when the relationship goes further and they feel at ease already

💙Also I noticed that some Aquarius Venus meet the love of their life in public places or on the internet

💜Venus in 10H/Capricorn have the possibility of finding their lover in the workplace or in public as well

💙Gemini/Libra/Leo Venus are the most flirtatious venus signs but they don't wanna settle in a relationship unless they are the right one for them. This can apply to Venus in 1H and Venus dominants as well🌹

💜Leo/Libra Venus 🤝 Loves dramatic romance and would act like they are in a movie when they will be in a relationship

💙Aries Venus might go well with Scorpio Venus as both are passionate signs which sparks their inner flames of romance when together

💜Aries/Leo/Earth venusians love giving gifts to their loved ones especially when their loved ones want this specific thing for a very long time. They would make their wishes come true

💙Venus in 5H expresses love creatively. They may write poems, make creative edits, or write a really long love letter for their friends as, and family

💜Cancer/Taurus Venus 🤝 wants their partner to be mature and responsible so they can baby them 🥺🥺

💙Venus in 7H may be highly aware of how partnerships work because they've already tried being in a relationship early before and would love to be in one as well

💜Fire/Air Venusians want a relationship that is exciting, energizing, fun, mind-stimulating, passionate, and free

💙While Earth/Water Venusians want a relationship that is stable, committed, trustworthy, and a place where they call home

💜Virgo/6H Venusians may want to adopt a pet when they are in a relationship so that when their partner is busy or away, they will have a lovely companion to be with

💙Sometimes, Fire/Water Venusians tend to question themselves if love will ever come to them someday 🥺🥺(actually, all Venus signs do🤧💖)

Sorry with the amount of gifs I placed in this astro notes, it's actually a sequential GIF story lol you can read it from the first to the last one.

And yes the GIF is from What Is Love? by TWICE I love this song very much and the music video too, this is my most favorite song btw hehe✨💜✨💙

I enjoyed this one so much🤧✨🌹✨🌹Hope you guys enjoyed it too even though it's just really basic🥺🥺

GIF: What Is Love? 💙 TWICE 💜

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g0ld3n-m0ly-fl0w3rs · 2 months ago

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opinions on being given five... billion rocks, and ten.. billion peacocks

*hands five billion rocks and ten billiob peacocks*

“PLEASE NO-“

“Peacocks.. like lady Hera.. eheheh..”

#call this root— holy moly!!~🌺#not a player— a puppeteer!~🎀#a taste of the power~✨#the best moment of your lives!~💫#other ways of persuasion..~🌹#(?)#he’s maybe got a thing for Hera-#:3c

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catyo90 · 4 years ago

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Assassin's Creed Men caring for sick S/O. 1/3

Altair Ibn-La-Ahad✨

Always checks on you first thing in the morning, no matter what he needs to finish or any urgent missions he will ensure you a well and comfortable

Brings you tea and food from the locals in bed as well as some books from Malik for you to read even though Malik hates when he does this.

After only a few hours Malik will let you keep the books but only cause Altair was so persuasive.

When the sun is at its highest he will take you outside in the garden and sit with you to enjoy the afternoon sun and the chilled air.

When you rest or want him nearby he will sit by the bed with his desk moved closer overlooking some work but always keeps his focus on you more and more everyday.

He will make you rest even when you feel better than before, he is worried for you and doesn't show that to the others. As the master of the assassin's he has to seem tough and strong but around you he shows a softer side the others have not seen.

He has every medic book with him and constantly makes sure you are not hurting. The thought of losing you breaks his heart, he doesn't want to lose anyone else close to him.

At night when both of you ready for sleep he will hold you close and wrap his arms around you giving a light kiss on the forehead and will not sleep until you do.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze 🌹

When you awake he is at your beck and call, he will bring you anything you desire.

He will draw warm baths for you and even offer to give you a 'healing' massage.

On days when he has to leave, he always brings you flowers before and after. A little something to cheer you up.

He will cook for you everyday and boy do the tastes of Italy seem like heaven when he does.

He does take you out to get fresh air and what better way than a moonlit ride on a Gondela just the two of you.

He will sometimes bring Leonardo to visit even though he always jokes that you should model for him to paint.

Ezio at night when you are asleep is when his worries show more and more. He will ask his mother and sister for any advice or help because he doesn't want you to get worse.

Once he exhausted state takes over he will always snuggle you close in bed making sure you are warm as the fragrant candles make you breath easier.

Connor Kenway🏹

It may not seem like it but Connor is very good with medical needs. Not severe wounds but more medicinal from his tribe

Every morning you smell the forest air enter your room making you breathe easier than before.

In the morning he rarely leaves your side except to bring food or more firewood for the fireplace when he notices you shiver.

He will leave to hunt and gain more fruits for you but he really hates the idea of leaving you with just Achilles who in truth was not very fit to make sure you were fine while he was gone.

Connor will leave for missions but not before ensuring that you are comfortable and always promises to return as soon as he can.

In the afternoon Connor will ride out with you to a scenic area deep in the woods. A waterfall more specific for you to relax and enjoy yourself in.

Connor would allow you to do as you wish so long as you didn't strain yourself, is he felt at all like you could hurt yourself or faint he would stop you and force you to bed, even if he had to carry you.

In bed he will cuddle with you day to night even placing thick fur blankets from his more recent hunts to keep you warm from the chilled northern air.

Edward Kenway ☸️

Being on a ship and sick is quite hard but Edward always tries to make it better. First by letting you sleep in his own cabin and letting the window open for you.

He can't leave the Jackdaw in the middle of the sea so he will sail through the ocean from dawn to dusk giving you a nice view of the ocean everyday.

Being a pirate, he makes sure to dodge the authorities and after a few days will dock the ship on an remote island.

On the island he will go with you to venture a little bit if your feeling up to it.

On Nassau Blackbeard, Hornigold, Rogers and Rackham will bring you out for some drinks and food and even some embarrassing stories about each of them.

If Edward receives any word about Templars, he will actually send others in his stead. The idea of leaving you or putting you in harm's way never crosses his mind for a moment. He left Caroline but he couldn't leave you.

When the Jackdaw arrives at Great Inagua he will take you to the manor and let you relax and enjoy the island bring Kidd and Mary to look over you to make sure it nothing too serious. Afterwards he stays close to you and tells you tales of his earlier times as a pirate.

At night back on the ship Edward will sleep with you in his cabin holding you close and letting you rest on top of him.

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Double Trouble (21+): MELODIC MISCHIEF

{ Double Trouble: Double STUFFED Snacks Edition }

✯♛❀Mature Drabbles❀♛✯ Come get a mouthful 🔞

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pairing — Baek & You

word count — 3.4k

genre — supernatural, soulmate!au, genie! Baek

category — fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, Master! Baek

A request? Yes ^-^

Dedicated to: 🍑 Silver, Peach, 7 anon 🍑

[ This chapter contains: pure smut and romance. Smut details under the cut 🌹 ]

A/N: I feel really rusty, I hope this is okay 🌻 I was sick Tuesday and am getting a vaccine booster Friday (yesterday) so I only had time and energy to do this on Thursday this week ✨

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The smut contains: body worship, breeding kink, toys, public

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It’s been a while since you’ve spent an evening like this; riding the last subway train home with Baek by your side. Your love; your soulmate.

You can’t help but smile while looking out at the world beyond the windows, watching the powerline icicles and snow-covered treetops pass by in a blur. The fogged up glass reminds you of the wintry air outside, making you shiver, rubbing your hands over your goosebumps covered skin.

Something soft lands on your shoulders. You instinctively glance over at the man seated next to you, noticing that his black vest is gone.

“Cold?” Baek raises a brow, lightly biting his lip to fight back a smile. He looks way too endearing in his green graphic t-shirt, black pants, with his delicately pierced ear, and that thin red slash on his cheek with the below freezing weather roaring just beyond the glass panels.

You grip onto the thick fabric resting on your shoulders, warm from his radiating heat and sun-kissed skin. His signature fragrance quirks another smile on your lips, warmer than before. Leaning closer to him, you reach over to fondly swipe your thumb under the small scratch, over the smiling apple of his cheek. “Not anymore.”

Baek’s sparkling brown eyes peer sweetly into yours, prompting you to lean in to press your lips to his, only to flinch, your breath hitching in your throat.

He immediately takes notice when you freeze. He straightens up, looking you over frantically. “Baby? Are you…” he trails off when his eyes shoot down to your shaking thighs. Understanding dawns on his features. His eyes flash green when they meet yours again, matching the mischievous smirk on his face. “You didn’t.”

“Y-your idea,” you grit out, gripping his thigh the longer the vibrations buzz between your legs. You were so busy gazing into his eyes and the winter wonderland around you that you forgot about his little wish. His small request. The very thing that has you in this predicament.

You never imagined that a literal genie would ask you to use a vibrator in public of all things. He had sounded so persuasive over the phone the other night, murmuring his promises and requests for when you’d come back home from your business trip. The plans he has for you… Who are you to deny him?

The thought of someone catching you all day had turned you on beyond belief - not that you’d ever tell him that though. Especially with him looking so cute earlier at the train station, with his slightly messy black hair, his brown eyes shining with love and imploring you wordlessly. His endearing habit of tapping his fingers on your thigh while you both waited for the train nearly had you begging him to take you right then and there for the whole world to see. You would have if it wasn’t for that one simple rule; only three wishes can be given to you.

Baek’s smirk morphs into a full-blown grin. The way his dark brown eyes trail over your body heats up your chilled skin. “Come here,” he murmurs lowly, licking his lips.

Your cheeks warm up under his hungry stare, thankful for the empty train car. The look in his eyes tells of so many ways he plans to rock your world tonight. You move to straddle him with a gulp, gasping against his parted lips when he sets his hands on your hips. He tugs your hips forward, making you grind on him. The friction makes you both moan in unison.

“Have you had it this whole time?” he asks breathily, his slender fingers slipping into your back pocket to pull out the remote you had forgotten all about.

“M-maybe.” Your hips buck against his when he lowers the intensity setting, causing a small, shimmering pressure between your legs. Just enough to keep you on edge. You whine, grinding harder against him, the sensation making your thighs quiver.

Baek cups your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss, lifting his hips with each of your movements. The pressure of the vibrator sandwiched between his half-hard cock and your clit has you twitching uncontrollably above him.

“Good,” he whispers, slipping his hand under the waistband of your jeans. He makes a beeline straight for your panties, brushing past your public bone to grab hold of the small vibrator. He twirls it in a way that makes you throw your head back, your toes curling while he sucks eagerly on the base of your neck. You’re not sure if you’re just seeing stars from the pleasure, or if little neon green particles are floating around him in the air.

“Turn around, baby,” he murmurs against your collarbone, giving your neck one last smooch.

You gulp as he pulls down the zipper of your jeans, carefully standing up to face away from him. Baek tugs your pants down to your ankles before pulling you back onto his lap, your back pressed to his chest.

You struggle to find a comfortable position for a few minutes, and eventually end up with your foot propped up on the seat next to him. You’re pretty sure you’ve lost a winter boot and your pants are a tangled mess around your right ankle, but all other thoughts vanish when his hand brushes over your bare core again.

Baek grips the vibrator, pulling your panties aside with his free hand. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs in a mixture of arousal and amusement, running his fingers through your folds.

“Baek, please,” you pant, lifting your hips in search of his touch.

“Hmm?” The tip of his nose brushes over the back of your neck, his warm minty breath fanning over your nape. You feel like you’ve been set on fire while in his arms like this.

“Master, please,” you breathe, letting his secret name slip from your lips. Beckoning him to give you what you want. By the way he tightens his grip on the vibrator and his cock twitches under you, you know you've hit the jackpot.

“What do you want, baby?” he still dares to ask, slipping the tips of his fingers into your clenching core. He pulls and pushes them inside and out of you at his own leisure, producing the filthiest of sounds in the quiet air.

“Please,” you whimper, wrapping your hand around his wrist, your heart and pussy racing in excitement at the feeling of his muscles contracting with every push and pull out of you. “I want you.”

“Where do you want me, baby?” His voice is low in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in the most pleasant of ways. He pulls his fingertips out of you, tracing a slow trail up your thigh, over your hip, stomach, and under your sweater to the curve of your breast. He squeezes it firmly, twisting your nipple between his wet fingers. “Hmm?” he muses over your pleasured cry, pinching your nipple softly. “Where do you want me?”

You bite down on your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He wants you to say it - there’s no way you can say it.

Baek traces the edge of your jaw with the tip of his tongue, sucking on a particularly sensitive spot. His wicked tongue and pursed lips against your skin there remind you too much of how his mouth feels between your legs. Suddenly, you’re ready to say anything just to get him to move.

“Fuck me, Baek,” you breathe between choked gasps, mewling when his fingers twist your neglected nipple as well. “Make me come.”

“You want it right here?” His lips trace tantalizingly over the shell of your ear. “For all the world to see? What if someone boards the train, baby?”

Quivering in his lap, you grip onto his thigh for support, moaning in a high pitch when he turns up the intensity of the vibrator, swirling circles around your clit.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he chuckles in your ear, sliding his middle finger inside of you. “Creaming your Master’s lap?”

“Y-ye-” you barely gasp out, your eyes fluttering shut when he quickly slips his ring finger in too.

“What a filthy little thing you are,” he breathes, heavily affected while you squirm in his lap. “Letting me finger you out in the open like this. What if there are cameras, hmm?”

Your heart and hips stutter at the thought, your grip on his thigh tightening by the minute. Every word that drips from his pink lips has waves of arousal drenching your inner thighs and his fingers. “More,” you pant, lifting your hips in hopes of feeling his digits deeper inside of you. “Master, please.”

“Hmm?” he slows down despite your protests, making you curse him under your breath to no end. He’s going to be the end of you; you’re sure he will.

“More,” you repeat firmly, immensely aroused and tired of his games. “I wish for more. Give me more. Turn up the vibrator, rub my clit, and make me come on your fingers.”

Now you’ve got his attention. Baek slows down to a stop entirely, green dust particles dancing around the tips of his drenched fingertips. He plants a wet, searing kiss onto your shoulder, his voice holding a low, powerful echo. “Your wish is my command.”

The vibrator cranks up to the maximum setting, making you scream. Baek claps his hand over your mouth before you get too loud, driving his fingers in and out of you. It leaves you confused for a moment. If his hand is covering your mouth and his fingers are pounding into your pussy, who is drawing circles over your clit with the vibrator?

You glance down at the device twirling between your legs, covered in green dust particles that sway to and fro with the repetitive motion. You’re captivated by the magical sight until Baek palms your breast in his hand again, tweaking your nipple until it hardens under his ministrations.

“Good girl,” he breathes over your moans, rubbing his fingertips right into your gspot. “Cream my fingers and I’ll let you come on my cock.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulder with a thud at his words. His free hand caresses your hips and waist while a third slender digit slips into your core, stretching you out. Your hips buck under all the sensations, grinding you roughly against his hard cock still tucked away in his pants.

You’re not sure what does it; his low grunt, relentless fingers, or wandering hand, but one moment you’re quivering over that desired edge, and in the next, the vibrator lands on a sensitive spot and sends stars bursting behind your eyelids.

“Good girl,” Baek murmurs while you shake, kissing behind your ear. “That’s it. Drench my fingers then drench my cock.” His fingers continue to pummel your core, making you twitch and arch your back. You sag back against his chest when the mile long high wears off, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay, baby?” He pressed more kisses to the back of your ear, interlocking his fingers together over your stomach and holding you close. “Did that feel good?”

You close your eyes in a mix of adoration and bubbling arousal. “You will be the death of me, I swear.”

Baek chuckles, his rumbling chest making you smile. “We can stop now if you want,” he murmurs, as if he isn’t rock hard. “We’re almost home-”

You tsk with a shake of your head, looking over your shoulder at him. “Don’t you have something else for me?” you purse your lips, palming him, tucking the tips of your fingers under his waistband. “Remember our call?” you whisper against his kiss-swollen lips, managing to maneuver yourself around to straddle his lap again, unzipping his pants and tugging on the hem of his boxers. “How you promised to take me for everyone to see?”

“I-” he grunts, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw when your fingers swirl over his leaking tip, stroking his precum over his cock. “T-that was in the heat of the moment, baby. We’re almost-”

“Don’t you want to?” you pause your ministrations, pleading with your eyes at him. Baek opens his eyes, looking at you from your wide eyes, exposed chest, and the waterfall you can only guess he can see when his eyes drift below. You have to hide your little grin when he twitches in your hand.

Before he can reply, an announcement rings out overhead, and the train doors open. You and Baek share a wide-eyed look before you’re jumping into action. You only have time to grab your missing boot, pull your pants up to your thighs, and stash the vibrator in Baek’s pocket before a man steps onto the cabin of the train. You’re thankful that you wore a long sweater today, nervously smoothing the fabric over your thighs while smiling warily at the unsuspecting stranger, still perched on Baek’s lap.

The tall man settles down on the same side of the cabin, taking a seat at the very end of the row. A twitch against your clit makes you jolt, accidentally grinding your ass on Baek. His cock rests between your folds, pressing on your clit and clenching hole.

You risk a glance back at him, meeting his messy black hair and warning glare. It only makes you grin toothily in response. Carefully watching the stranger slumping tiredly in his seat, you brace your hands on Baek's knees, gliding your pussy over his cock. His dick perks up even more under your movements, his leaking precum causing a wet sound to fill the air around you.

“Baby.” His grip tightens on your hip in warning.

“Please, Master,” you moan only for him to hear, rolling your hips fluidly over his lap. “I wish you’d stuff me with your cock. Fill me up right here.”

“Fuck.” Baek groans, green particles floating up in the space around you. He urges you to lift your hips and presses his cock to your entrance, slowly pulling you down on him. Your mouth falls open, lips trembling from the stretch. His thick cock has trouble fitting in your sensitive walls after your orgasm.

“Come on, baby,” he huffs impatiently, pain and arousal clear in his hushed voice. “You need to ease up if you want my cock in you.”

“E-easy for you to say,” you whisper right back, gasping loudly when he smacks his cock against your clit, rubbing it impatiently. It makes you widen your legs as far as your jeans will allow, letting him slip inside your core with ease. You whimper when he’s ball deep inside of you, gripping his knees for dear life. It’s still a tight fit, something Baek seems to appreciate.

He swears under his breath, helping you move over him. You can feel his gaze transfixed on how your pussy swallows his cock over and over again.

Suddenly, a water tower in the distance catches your eye. You curse, slamming yourself down onto him. “You-” you struggle to get out between suppressed moans, “have to come, Baek.” You pant, circling your hips over him when his cock is tucked fully inside of you. “We’re almost there.”

“I - told you earlier,” he breathes heavily between gritted teeth, meeting you halfway with hurried thrusts. The last of his inhibitions are slipping away. Green dust particles are floating all over the place the more you feel him twitch inside of you. “I can’t - come on demand, baby.”

Oh, wanna bet? you smile merrily, leaning forward to brace yourself against the floor-to-ceiling pole in front of you. “Come inside of me, Baek.” You arch your back to meet his shallow thrusts, steadying yourself the more his thighs shake under you. “I wish you would. I want it. Want to drip with you for days.”

“Baby…” Baek whispers, halting his movements. You wordlessly lean back into his arms when his hesitant hands reach out for you.

The first time you had sex with him, he had made it clear what would happen if he ever came inside of you. Condoms don’t work. Birth control doesn’t either. Thankfully he’s an immortal being with the stamina of a champion who can make love to you for hours on end and still manage to pull out every time.

Genies are a rare species, there are less of them in the world than the fairies hiding away in the enchanted forest. They live for eternity, but there is only one way to expand their population. If they come inside of someone, no matter if they are supernatural or human, they will impregnate them and will give them triplets.

That’s the very reason why Baek always makes you come first. You’ve only felt him twitch once or twice within your walls before he pulls out of you. He doesn’t even risk getting it on your skin in fear that it will land on its target anyway.

The memory makes you smile, how sincere his normally mischievous self was in explaining everything to you. How his melodic voice caressed your ears. As much as you appreciate his concern, it only makes you yearn for him even more. And after three years since you found his lamp in the farthest corner of the library’s storage room, like a mother to a flame, you’re pretty sure he knows what’s up. You’ve made yourself clear. You know what you said, and you meant every word of it.

Baek tangles his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “It’s going to be a lot…” he pauses, his cheeks tinted pink when you look back at him. “And weird as hell.”

“I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.” You turn to rest your cheek against his, squeezing his hand warmly. “No matter how weird it gets.”

Baek’s eyes flash green, with red sparkles in the mix. His cock seems to grow warmer inside of you before he slowly starts rolling his hips up into yours again. You wrap your arm around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. His warm breaths wash over your cheek and his grip tightens on your waist when his hips falter. “Are you sure-”

You clamp your walls around him, making his hips stutter. You find the little yelp that he tries to muffle in your shoulder extremely endearing until you feel a powerful vibration erupt in your core. Like a power drill preparing to drill through a wall. Baek holds you down firmly before you accidentally launch yourself off his lap and onto the floor.

The sensation intensifies with every twitch of his cock, making your walls quiver around him. Baek’s grip loosens after a few moments, his head thudding back against the foggy windows with a low groan. Your shaky fingers latch onto his bicep, needing something to steady yourself as his hot, copious cum meets your cervix. The feeling pulls a cry from your lips, your thighs quaking as you come around him.

Baek wraps his arms around your waist to steady you. He breathes heavily on your back as the feeling fades away, planting a kiss over your spine.

“That…” you start breathlessly, your thighs still trembling, your heart laced with confusion. “That was…” You relax back against him, at a loss for words, trying to wrap your mind around it all. Your wide eyes suddenly snap to his, your heart racing in panic. “Your eyes...” you breathe, cupping his cheeks. “Your eyes were red, Baek, what-”

He kisses the back of your hand, holding it to his cheek. “It’s okay,” he murmurs warmly.

You look into his soft brown eyes, noticing the sprinkles of red among the cluster of green particles in the air. “Baek…” You frown, trying to remember what happened during the past forty-five minutes…

He didn’t. He didn’t just-

“Baek,” you clutch onto the front of his shirt, your heart racing in worry, “you didn’t-”

He slowly nods his head, blinking owlishly. As if he didn’t just break a very important rule!

“You granted me four wishes…” the realization dawns on you in waves - why is he smiling? This is serious!

“It’s okay,” he whispers, resting his forehead on yours. He chuckles at the doubtful expression on your face, tucking your hair behind your ear with a raised brow. “You’re my soulmate, hmm?” he smiles, resting his hand on your tummy. “You’re mine, and I’m forever yours.”

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A/N: Alright this became pure filth and I am living with it 😳🔥 Congratulations, you’re now having triplets. BYE 💨

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