#romantics tw

[allaboutsaturn]

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

[linktoo-doodles]

resurrection is sort of romantic, isnt it

[floatyflowers]

Dark! Male Jasmine X Reader

          You had always avoided the palace walls. They loomed too tall, too guarded, and far too filled with people who held the kind of confidence you lacked.

You preferred the quiet corners of the marketplace or the hidden courtyard where the jasmine trees grew wild.

Also, you liked soft things like sunlight through leaves, the pages of old books, and silence broken only by wind or birdsong.

That’s where he found you.

Prince Jamil, heir to Agrabah. But not the one people whispered about with awe.

No, the real Jamil was far more dangerous than the charming man he pretended to be at royal banquets.

He found you in the garden, reading beneath a tree, too shy to meet his eyes.

"Why haven't you attended my father's banquet?"

You gulp, noticing the tiger by his side, but the prince doesn't seem to care as he sits beside you under the tree.

"I feel uncomfortable in huge crowds."

You explain, closing the book, then meeting the beautiful, sharp eyes of the prince.

"I have watched you," he admitted, brushing a petal from your hair.

"You never look at anyone else. You are pure, modest, and perfect."

Anyone would have taken those words as a compliment except for you.

The way he spoke those words is anything but flattering; his eyes want much more.

"I apologise, but I must return to my parents, if you will excuse me, your highness."

You try to get up, but the tiger's growling is more than enough to scare you.

Jamil takes your wrist, forcing you back down, but this time on his lap instead of the ground.

His right arm wraps softly around your shoulder, pulling you near. With tender fingers, he brushes the sensitive skin behind your ear, then gently tucks a fragrant white jasmine blossom into your hair.

"My father asked me to find a wife for myself, and I did."

"What if I refuse?"

Jamil gazed affectionately at Rajah, his loyal tiger companion, gently stroking the magnificent creature's head.

A cunning smile played on Jamil's lips as he confided in his beast.

"I have a strong feeling that you are going to accept my proposal," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation. "Don't you think so too, Rajah? "

The message is clear.

Accept, and you live.

Refuse, and he will feed you to his tiger.

"I accept," you said quietly, the words tasting like poison on your tongue.

"There," he murmured, brushing his thumb along your cheek with unsettling gentleness.

"That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

Jamil rose, still holding you as if you weighed nothing. He carried you easily and confidently.

"You told me you hate the crowd? Don't worry, you don't have to see or speak to people ever again, excluding me."

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[miteko]

Утрехтский собор, Нидерланды.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Romance<3

[valkugo]

Where you go, I go. What you see, I see.

I know I'd never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm.

Put your hand in my hand and we'll stand.

Let the sky fall. When it crumbles, we will stand tall and face it all together.

arcane (2021) // pompeii casts // the queen of the damned: chapter 4, the devil's minion // the two maidens // hasanlu lovers // lovers of valdaro // skyfall - adele

[infizero-draws]

oh oh, she wants me to be loved, oh oh, she really really does

[leikeliscomet]

Ik the rest of the community isn't gonna say anything bout this very specific thing but JKR didn't just go 'asexuals bad' she also actively stated she doesn't think you can be gay without sexual attraction. She played one of the oldest homophobic cards in the book. That being gay is inherently sexual. Like it's more than just doing a meanie to alloaces or aroace erasure she + her supporters parroted the exact same 'sexual and romantic attraction are the same' bs that Matt Walsh did already. (Fun fact he also made a whole video arguing why bi asexuality doesn't exist). The gap between anti homosexuality and anti homoranticism is a footstep. Conservatives were never exclusively anti gay because of gay sex they were anti gay full stop.

PS: If you're some rasclart TERF thinking i as an ace lesbian im gonna listen to you about homosexuality you can go fuck yourself. Go back to riding JKR's fascist clit and get off mine x

PS 2: TERF Tumblr is still crying

[onlypinkslut]

toji was your husband. not just by name, not just on paper but in the rawest, most carnal way. your man. the one who owned every part of you. the one whose body was made to fit over yours like a shield. the one who touched you like you were his last breath and his first sin.

it had been years. your marriage had weathered storms, silence, screams, softness. and now you had two daughters twins, small and sweet with sleepy eyes and pouty mouths, and they were his undoing.

they were the only red line he had.

he’d spoil them rotten. he never liked when you raised your voice at them. never liked seeing their little faces scrunch in guilt, their lashes wet, their tiny fists curled on their dresses.

don’t be hard on them, he’d murmur, almost like a warning. and before you even turned the corner, he’d already be kneeling to their height, slipping candies into their palms, wiping their cheeks and whispering, daddy’s not mad, princess. mama’s just tired.

he was so smitten it was almost pathetic. but only at home.

outside, he was still that man. the kind who didn’t need to raise his voice to silence a room. the kind who made other men straighten their backs and glance away just from the weight of his stare. his voice was deep, gravel and smoke, and when he groaned, every head turned. when he spoke, they listened.

but in your bed, in your kitchen, in the low-lit hallway with the night pressing against the windows and the smell of your skin in the air he was yours. all yours.

every part of you aroused him. your voice. your perfume. the way you laughed from your stomach. the softness of your body the changes that came with motherhood, the stretch marks on your hips, the cellulites on your thighs and butt, the slight pouch you tried to hide under your nightgown.

especially that.

he worshipped it. kissed every flaw until it burned. fucked you like your body was his god.

he didn’t need foreplay anymore. just watching you change was enough. your silhouette in the mirror. your hand brushing his shoulder without thinking. the weight of your breasts when you leaned over to pick up a toy. the curve of your ass when you bent to kiss your daughters goodnight.

sometimes four times a night wasn’t enough. sometimes he needed one more before work pulling your legs open when you were barely awake, whispering just let me, baby. just one more, while his lips trailed your belly and your thighs trembled around his shoulders.

he was the man of the house. not in the cliché way. in the way that made your whole body feel safe even when his hands were rough. in the way that made your back straighten when you smelled him enter the room.

his cologne was sharp, clean, dark. expensive. it stayed on your wrist when he shook your hand. in your hair after he kissed your neck.

and when you got ready to go out, he’d always be waiting in the car. engine off. windows down. cigarette barely lit, his hand on the wheel, his green eyes watching the front door like a wolf on a leash.

you’d come out looking pretty, all dolled up, carrying your purse and walking with that sway that made his grip tighten on the steering wheel.

you always smiled soft, acting like you didn’t notice his stare, like his gaze wasn’t burning holes through your chest.

sorry i’m late, you’d say sweetly, i was saying goodbye to the princesses, voice light, avoiding his eyes.

but his voice dropped low as you opened the door,

m’fuckin god, he muttered, staring, you look like that and expect me to drive?

he leaned in before you could clip your seatbelt. lips ghosting your neck.

my woman. my lady. mmm is that for me?

you turned your head, dodging his kiss. toji, not now. i don’t wanna ruin my makeup.

he groaned. growled.

lemme kiss your cheek then. just a little one. c’mon, mama. let your man kiss you. don’t make me beg like a dog.

so you leaned in. let him kiss you once, then again, his hand already sliding up your thigh.

enough, toji. we’ll be late.

so fuckin cruel, he muttered, cursing under his breath as he started the car, but the way he looked at you didn’t stop. not once. his hand rested on the gear shift, his silver watch catching the light, eyes cutting sideways to your thighs, to your lips, to the tiny smirk you were trying to hide.

and you felt it. you always felt it. the weight of his stare. the promise behind it.

you pretended not to notice. but you knew.

he was going to fuck you stupid the second you got back.

thank you for reading🎀

-onlypinkslut

[floatyflowers]

Hi! Big fan of your books!

If your taking any request rn can you please make a romantic white king head cannon for your Disney master list?

I really hope that we see a lot more of him in your yandere Disney book!

Dark Male! White King X Alice's Mother! Reader

You are the mother of Alice, and after her sudden disappearance, you search for her until you accidentally fall down a rabbit hole and find yourself in Wonderland.

Desperate to find your daughter, you wander through Wonderland’s strange, ever-changing landscapes only to meet the White King.

He helps you in reuniting with your daughter and even allow you two to stay at his castle.

Right now, you and Alice’s stood before the White King, his alabaster figure glowing in the soft light of his grand hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," you say, your voice filled with sincere gratitude.

"You’ve been most kind to us, but it’s time we return home."

The White King’s light coloured eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his lips curling into a polite yet unreadable smile.

"Home?" he repeated, his voice smooth as silk.

"My dear lady, you are already home. Why wander back to a world so mundane when you could remain here, where beauty and wonder know no bounds?"

Alice looked up at you, her wide eyes betraying an awe at the idea of staying in Wonderland.

You shook your head, your grip on your daughter's hand tightening.

"We’re grateful for your hospitality, truly, but I have a husband waiting for me and Alice."

The White King’s serene expression faltered for a brief moment before solidifying into something colder, sharper.

"A husband?" he echoed, his tone laced with disdain. He stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you.

"Surely you jest, no man could ever care for you or Alice as I would, you belong here, with me, I will make you my queen, and your daughter shall have a life of luxury as a princess."

"No, I-"

The White King places a finger on your lips, his whimsical smile appearing.

"The potion should work now."

When you realise what he meant by potion, it was already too late, as you have fallen unconscious into his arms.

The white king picks you up into his arms, before looking down at Alice.

"Now come, Alice, we should bring your mother to her bed."

[candlemassive]

Goth substyle blinkies!

[bretonalchemist]

okay but lemme set the scene : your f/o, drunk off their ass, rambling about how perfect you are, and their friends, blasé because it's been an hour of this

[yumesoul]

「 to my fellow self shippers who also struggle with ptsd... 」

♡ imagine your f/o catching you mid flashback, gently pulling you close before you can spiral. "breathe with me. in… out… just like that. i've got you.’’

♡ imagine your f/o sensing the exact moment you dissociate in bed, wrapping their arms around you from behind without a single word. just the steady rock of their body, their heartbeat against your back, and a comforting presence waiting patiently for your return.

♡ imagine your f/o tucking you in carefully after a traumatic day, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i'll keep watch. you can rest now."

♡ imagine your f/o noticing you flinch whenever they reach out. instead of pulling away, they offer their palm, open and patient.

♡ imagine your f/o feeling the second you finally melt into them, weeks of tension dissolving in their arms. their thumb traces circles on your back as they whisper, "there you are... all safe and sound..."

[be-xkyy]

Yandere Platonic Twin Brother (a bit of yandere friend in love)

Warning: violence, blood, a broken nose, overprotective brother, a friend in love, a clueless reader but with strong character, This is PLATONIC and a little ROMANTIC but not with the brother.

(By the way, I was going to be inactive this month, but it's quite the opposite, why does inspiration come to me when I have so many things pending😰? I'm juggling the blog and school 💀)

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Yandere Twin Brother who was already attached to you from the womb; when your parents went to their appointments with the OB they always saw him by your side even in an ultrasound (that your mother framed) it looks like you are holding his little hands.

Yandere Twin Brother who when he was born (just five minutes before you) cried at the top of his lungs and his cries only calmed down a little when you were born and he heard you cry.

Yandere Twin Brother who shared the same crib with you (although your parents bought one for each of you) when you were babies since he always cried if they separated him from you.

Yandere Twin Brother who comforted you when you cried on the first day at daycare because you missed your parents and you were scared; he hugged you rubbing your back with his little hand and promised you with his pinky that he would always take care of you.

"Don't cry sis! Everything will be okay, I'm with you. I promise I'll scold our parents for doing this to you! Please don't cry..."

Yandere Twin Brother who never let anyone bother you or get close to you at daycare; one day a boy pulled your pigtails making you cry and your upset brother pushed him to the ground and another boy approached your bully and bit him (two teachers had to make him let go)

Yandere Twin Brother who only had one exception to the rule and allowed him to get close to you; that exception was Jamie a boy his age who seemed enchanted with you and became friends with your brother after biting the boy who bothered you.

Yandere Twin Brother who from that day on basically spent all his time with you and Jamie; They were the three musketeers, as you grew up you became even closer (if that was possible) and Jamie's feelings for you became more obvious (to everyone but you) your brother liked to tease Jamie.

"Maybe my sister doesn't like you because of your idiotic face, she has good taste you know?"

"Oh shut up! I'm really handsome and she's just shy, plus we all know you're the ugly one of the group"

"EH?!—"

Yandere Twin Brother who like you and Jamie was quite popular at university; although he was surrounded by girls he never put them above you and always spent time with you; also he and Jamie were howling at your suitors constantly (much to your annoyance)

Yandere Twin Brother who got furious when he saw Jamie flirting with another girl and even kissed her, how could he do this to you?! (it's true that you don't even know that he loves you, but it's still wrong, okay..?) He approached angrily, when Jamie saw him she greeted him only to receive a strong punch in the face.

Yandere Twin Brother who started a fight with Jamie when he recovered from the shock of the blow, both began to punch and hit each other while yelling at each other, some students ran to separate them.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL ME YOU LOVE MY SISTER AND THE NEXT DAY BE WITH A BITCH?!"

"IT WAS JUST A THING! WHAT DO YOU CARE ABOUT IT?! SHE AND I ARE NOTHING YET!"

"YET?! YOU THINK YOU'LL HAVE SOMETHING WITH MY SISTER AFTER THIS?! I'M GOING TO FUCK KILL YOU!"

Yandere Twin Brother who tried to break free to hit him again but they both held him firmly; a teacher arrived and they were both taken to the infirmary, a smile slipped across your brother's bruised lip when the nurse said that Jamie's nose was broken.

Yandere Older Brother who looks at you embarrassed when you enter the infirmary with judging eyes asking you both what happened but you don't answer and you end up asking them if they fought over a girl and they both answer at the same time exalted.

"NO!"

"NO!!!"

Yandere Twin Brother who ends up making up a random excuse for why you two fought and Jamie nods his head agreeing with him; you on the other hand look at them unconvinced before sighing and rolling your eyes; after being treated you both are called to the dean's office and end up being suspended for two weeks.

Yandere Twin Brother who when you leave the office approaches you along with Jamie who tries to joke a little about the situation (to calm the waters with your brother) but your brother ignores him taking you by the arm and leading you towards the exit while Jamie follows them.

"Well, it's not so bad we can spend more time together, right?"

"Shut your mouth Jamie, don't talk to this idiot sister."

"Hey, wait for me, don't leave me!"