#🌼 .from anon

[blessedfatui]

Chloé fans🤝Sabrina fans: hating Zoé’s guts for ruining their potential

I cannot stand that stupid, blonde, fill-in of a “character”. 

This is just me ranting underneath the cut and pointing out everything wrong with Zoe’s characters, and the poor writing that is both Sabrina and Chloe, because that’s all I do is bitch about this show (it’s the autism I swear). 

The way that Zoé was only added to show that Chloé is this abusive monster and she just abused Sabrina when three seasons before, we’re shown that both Sabrina and Chloé care about each other and are willing to protect each other. Sure, their friendship is unstable at the beginning, but it was slowly becoming healthy and the way Chloé defended Sabrina when the akumas almost attacked her in Ladybug, when Chloe bought her a gift (granted, it was worded poorly but you could see that Chloe was happy that Sabrina was happy to receive her new gift in Antibug)🥹 Also the fact that if they wanted someone to stand up to Chloé or address her abusive tendencies in a relationship, Sabrina was right there. This bullshit arc where she only calls Chloé out because she got replaced by Lila just irks me. Sabrina was right there, front and center if they wanted to have some meek character finally grow a pair of balls (besides the Mary-Sue of a protagonist). Worded crudely, I know but the way this show is just—irritating isn’t even the right word. It’s downright infuriating how they not only portray Chloe as this heartless, abusive monster who has never cared about anyone/uses people for her own entertainment/doesn’t care about her (little group of) friends, but they’re also using Sabrina as a plot point to make Chloe worse than the majority of the abusers in the show (i.e André, Audrey, Tomoe, Gabriel, Lila’s three sets of parents, Felix’s father). Then, you have the Chloe antis running to say that she was never abused by Andre because he gave her a life of luxury—hate to break it to y’all: neglect is still abuse! He neglected to raise her with ANY morals, failed to properly punish her when she was in the wrong, failed to protect her from his abusive wife/her mother, failed to teach her how to be a decent person, and he enabled her behavior which is why she ended up being spoiled and thinking the world revolves around her.

If they wanted someone to replace Chloe as the new Queen Bee, Sabrina would have been a better fit because it would be the chance she gets to finally become her own person and stand up to Chloe (granted, it’s behind a mask, but it’s better than nothing). We’ve seen their dynamic and actually know more about Sabrina than we do with Zoe (which irks me because why is she getting a miraculous after being in the new season for two episodes and is declared the true holder of the bee miraculous when none of the miraculous have true holders; we have a terrorist running amok with the butterfly miraculous, but go off, I guess). 

I’m getting off topic. This show is just so poorly written has does not utilize all of their characters to the fullest. Most of the characters are just there (if not, 95% of the cast) are there to either stroke Marinette’s ego or always worship her and the only way you can get redeemed is if you’re Marinette’s friend (ie, Kagami, Sabrina, Felix)

TLDR: the show sucks and Chloe and Sabrina could have had better writing and Zoe was completely unnecessary to the plot. 

[fatuismooches]

Brain is braining. POV we're Capitano's personal assistant. RAHHHH-

Imagine our dear Captain pining for his personal assistant who- really doesn't do much- handles some of his paperwork because he's often on the field.

Poor Capitano because his romantic advances fly over his PA's head because you're too oblivious </3. But it's fine, he's a patient man. He'll play the long game.

But oh, even a patient gentleman like him has his limits. He wants nothing more than to hold you close and call you his 😇

♡, 🌼

BRAIN IS BRAINROTTING WITH YOU 🌼 ANON! It's only natural for each Harbinger to have their own personal assistant(s), and when you were assigned to Capitano, you were expected to be swimming in a truckload of work, but... surprisingly enough, the Captain was quite gentlemanly and strict about your working habits. No, sitting in a chair all day, hunched over, is going to hurt your posture. Go stretch your legs and come take a (very silent and awkward) walk through the winter garden with him. No, don't worry about working overtime. He has other agents on the case already. Huh? You want to come and watch him train during your lunch break? Well... he won't say no. (Capitano wonders if your willingness to spend more time with him means you're starting to warm up to him. You were quite scared of him in the beginning...)

Your oblivious nature will have him wondering if he's the one doing something wrong. Is this not how you woo someone? Is the books he's reading incorrect? Did Tartaglia lie? No, those seem unlikely. He's confused, he thought he was being rather forward in his advantages... it just so turns out that the person he likes is... a bit unaware when it comes to these things. Oh, the Captain has his work cut out for him, doesn't he? But not to worry. One thing the art of actual war has in common with the war of love is patience. Patience in waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And strike he will, if you let him.

[blossom-boo]

Hi 🌼! 

I've just remembered you talking about Jure crying during his punishment. Could you maybe elaborate? What if he wears make-up? 👉👈

hi boo!! of course i can elaborate, ive been aching for a chance to talk about jure

slightly nsfw under

i don't necessarrily think he gets punished often, but more like regularly. which doesn't make him less sensitive.

it's not only about the physical pain of the punishment. it's about the vulnerability and the trust, thats what gets to him. i think he cries no matter what the punishment is. he cries if he gets spanked and smacked around and he cries if he has to explain himself and he cries if he just has to wait with no stimulation.

as a side note, i think he likes more thuddy pain than stingy pain. so he probably gets punished with a thicker cane. and maybe its custom made and special and that gets to him too and makes him cry, how special he feels to have his dom care for him the way he needs.

and you know after the photoshoot with damon his dom would have to be out of their mind not to keep him at least in eyeliner for at least one scene where he cries. and you know he cries so. fucking. pretty. eyes get all big and glassy and nose all red and his freckles stand out even more. he sniffles and whines, and even when you get him to cry so hard snot is flowing down his face, he still looks good enough to eat.

put him in mascara and watch it drip down his cheeks and get smeared all over. maybe lipstick too? so it smears too and he looks so good, fucking delicious, angelic with how big his eyes get and so erotic with his messed up make up. and cum all over his face so he's even prettier for you ❤️

and i think the make up gets him to cry outside of punishment too, just because he knows his dom will enjoy seeing it. he cries when you fuck him and he cries when you tease him and pin him down and talk dirty in his ears.

i bet he keeps crying during aftercare too. because he's being so vulnerable and he feels so cared for; so loved. he loves when you pet him through it, keep him close in your arms. he loves when you kiss his tears away, but it does keep him crying for longer because he just feels so so close to you and he knows you love all of him.

[ddeongies]

hiii i'm kinda curious what are ur fav tropes to read and write hehe (bc sometimes u dont want to write a trope for reasons but just read them iykwim) -🌼

OKAY hello!! i'm so sorry i took 500 years to answer this lol my life is very busy rn and i genuinely like couldn't think of a good answer LOL head empty

i think i can honestly be down with reading anything as long as i like the writing style and the characterization y'know?? but i am doing my best to think of my faves

idiots in love - fave i just love to write it love to read it i love it it's just cute and innocent and fun imo

established relationship - specifically for oneshots! i like stories about the getting together process if they're multiple chapters but for oneshots i love writing (and reading) about characters with trust and love and history and stuff

mutual pining + slow burn - kind of conditional on like... how believable i find it? like when a slow burn is based on like too much miscommunication i'm not crazy about it, but i do like seeing the push and pull of like.... wrangling with mutual feelings and attempting to make them work!

i feel like i can enjoy fake dating if i like how it's executed, but i don't think i'd ever write one!

same with high school aus i like how fluffy they are and high school is such a specific setting but i'm 28 so i will pass on writing that lol!

in general i just love fluff idk i really like reading and writing about people being happy and in love :')

[wernerherzogs]

KASIA OH MY GOD HI

Long time no see but I just finished good omens season 2 and I need to bite and scream a little bit I think. Oh also very funny to see you reblogging merlin bc I did just start watching it recently.

Also HI good to see you!! How's life been?

- 😘🦄 (kissy anon hi its me I'm still around)

ahhhhhhh HI!!!!!! 🥰 long time no hear!!! i'm so happy to see you, too! ❣️

same re: good omens, i'm STILL very much in a screaming mode! missed this feeling tbh so i'm milking it for what it's worth, lmao. and OHHHH, are you watching for the first time? merlin was my first ~real fandom post hp, so i'm always feeling nostalgic about it. 🤧

[napping-sapphic]

hey how are you doing? I was just, I wanted to tell you how amazing it feels to scroll through your blog, like, I love it. It always put a smile on my face even when I'm feeling down, so thank you for this I guess

I'd give you a huge bear hug if I could, and I'd braid your hair n put some flowers on it too cuz you feel like one of those people who would like that. Thank you for your post you are a beautiful soul🥰💖

Hello!!! I’m doing pretty good, thank you for checking in!! I hope you’re doing well too <333!

Thank you so much😭❤️ I love knowing that some people can cheer themselves up with my blog I’m so happy to hear that yall can find a little bit of peace here❤️❤️

Also you have absolutely pinned me correctly i WOULD love if someone braided my hair and put flowers in it haha my sister used to do my hair for me sometimes when i was little and it was always one of my favorite things❤️

Thank you for taking the time to send me this, you’re very sweet and I really hope you have a nice day <3

[writing-whump]

Hi! Apologies in advance for such a lengthy comment, but I just wanted to extend my gratitude to you, as you’ve quickly become my favourite writer on this platform. I’ve read every chapter of your werewolf series, and I literally check your blog everyday for new updates — the way you’ve constructed these characters & their relationships/dynamics, and the way your writing flows so naturally are just too perfect! My personal favourites are Isaiah and Matthew, but Hector’s been growing on me recently as well. I’ve only ever felt comfortable exploring this community anonymously, so I’m so sorry that the extent of my appreciation as a reader only goes so far as likes and anonymous comments (I’m also not creative enough to come up with any requests either). But I hope you know how much your anon readers appreciate you, your characters, and your wonderful stories!! ❤️

- 🌸🌼 anon

Hey nonny 🌸🌼!

This is? So amazing??? Kept going back to it all day, cause WOW🥺🥺🥺

Favourite author on the platform? Every fic in the series? Checking for updates?? The flow working? Do you want me to cry??? 🙈😍❤️

This made me so so happy! I'm so very very honoured my little OCs there can provide fun and that you enjoy the dynamics between them! Ahhh what a dream fulfilled 😭❤️🥰

Totally fair to stay on anon, I get that, so thank you so much for taking the time to craft this beautiful appreciation message.✨️

Means the world to me to hear!!!

[magic-railr0ad]

Tag Dump!

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[elytrafemme]

Saturn hi! :D

I hope your day is going well~ 🌻🌻🌻

I have recently started flirting with the idea of cutting my hair. I'd do it in the spring once the red has faded and my roots have started to grow out but I'm looking up stuff for it this far in advance because I'm gonna have to cut it myself. I don't mind having to do it myself but I can't find any good instructions or videos for how to cut the style I want with my hair type. I'm gonna have to wing it and just accept whatever it turns out as. I've always had long or medium hair with no layers whatsoever and I'm going to be attempting a short layered look with bangs. Think very fluffy haired gamer boy.

I don't know if I've said but I use all pronouns and gender is a confusing mess of a thing but I just say I'm enby. If I succeed in cutting my hair this spring then it'll be very ~gender~ which is something I need more of. It's months in the future but I'm so excited to try this and I can't stop thinking about it.

Anyways that's the hair update!

- flower anon

FLOWER ANON! with the hair updates hell yeah let's gooooo

oh gotcha!!!! that sounds awesome :D I've actually been thinking about hair a LOT recently bc rn my hair is longer than it's ever been. which i've been loving because i can style, plus a lot of my masc-ness i feel like coexists with me having long ish hair so it's been pretty neat :D i do miss the free-ness of short hair though which i'm sure you will be able to enjoy; it's really fun having fluffy short hair for realll

I ALSO MISS BANGS i bet you will look insanely cool and gender with bangs; best of luck finding tutorials for everything! i do not have any recommendations unfortunately but i'm sure if you wing it even it'll turn out alright :D

im excited for you :DDDD !!!! i hope all goes well with it & you acheive the peak Gender through it. TY for the hair updates and i hope your day is wonderful <333

[moonstruckme]

since it's currently flooding where i live, i'm gonna request firefighter!marauders or emt!marauders (whatever works) saving reader who is trapped in her house with the flood being past the chest or something

andddddd reader has asthma, if ur okay with that? (i have terrible asthma and it's so so annoying honestly)

anyway, thank you for writing all of these fics of yours! they are all so amazing!!!

(also, can i be 🌼 anon?)

Hi lovely, thanks for letting me do just James for this! And ofc you can be that anon <3

cw: water rescue, asthma attack, I did do research but I feel like this can’t be accurate so sorry about that

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 589 words

You wait until you hear the boat motors getting close again before you start to crawl out the window. 

“There!” you hear someone shout, and you nearly collapse with the relief of not having to use your air to call out. The boat rumbles closer, and then a fireman with sweetheart eyes and a mop of curly hair crushing out from beneath his helmet is reaching for you with both hands. 

“Hi, there,” he says, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you the rest of the way out. You brace yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders (his very impressive shoulders, you can’t help but notice, which make you remember how your own clothes are stuck damply to your skin from the chest down). Your lungs burn beneath his hands, no better or worse for his touch. “Is it just you in there?” 

“Yeah,” you wheeze. Another firefighter settles one of those aluminum blankets you’re always seeing on TV around your shoulders. “Just me.” 

“Alright,” he says, dark eyes growing troubled as he processes your onerous breaths. “Are you okay?” 

The pain in your chest worsens as you forcibly expel another breath, dragging in a hasty inhale. “My inhaler got ruined.” 

The man’s expression clears just before his brow creases. “You’re having an asthma attack?”

You nod urgently. 

“Alright, okay. Come here, let’s sit down.” 

He pulls you to the back of the boat, guiding you down onto the rubbery floor while someone else passes him a medical bag. Your knees fold towards your chest automatically, some useless instinct to protect the part of you that’s hurting. It does nothing. 

“Have you had asthma attacks before?” he asks you, digging through the bag. Someone starts driving the boat forward. You start to relax when you see him pull out a mask attached to an air compressor, your salvation.

“Yes.” 

“Compared to the other attacks you’ve had before, how badly would you rate this one on a scale of one to ten?” 

“Six.” You answer without hesitating, familiar with this line of questioning. 

“Alright, lovely.” He finishes affixing the hose to the nebulizer, setting the mask to your face and turning on the air compressor. “Just breathe in for me.” 

You do. The relief isn’t instant, but it may as well be. You feel heaps better just knowing the medicine is working. 

You must look visibly calmer, because the man across from you smiles. It looks at home on his face, and the little crinkles which appear at the corners of his eyes suggest he does it often. 

“There we go,” he encourages. You hope your expression conveys the appropriate gratitude as you take the mask from him, holding it to your own face. “I’m James. You were trapped in there for a while, huh?” 

You nod, and he laughs at your weary look. 

“I’m sorry.” James gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze. His face is remarkably cheery for someone who’s been tasked with boating around and rescuing people all day; then again, as a rescuee, you can see the value of a bright spot in the murk left behind by the floor. As soon as you get this mask off, you think you owe him about a million thanks. “I’m sure it’s been really difficult, but we’ve got food here you can have in a bit, and that thermal blanket should help warm you up quickly enough. Just keep breathing into that thing for another few minutes, love, and then we’ll get you all fixed up.”

[alltoowelltom]

Thinking about Oscar buying his gf flowers for the first time (holding back tears)

-🌷(can i possibly be🌷anon?)

he would be determined. thank you for requesting and of course you can be 🌷 anon!

"Can I help you find anything?" the sales assistant asks kindly. She's got an amused smile on her face at the sight of the young man who appears overwhelmed at the selection of flowers laid in front of him. He'd considered leaving - there was too much variety, too many different options - but when he had laid eyes on the small floral store earlier he had become determined to buy a bouquet for you. He'd never bought you flowers before, never bought anyone flowers before. But you'd been together for a few months by now and he wanted to surprise you.

"Uh, yeah, maybe." He replies. "I wanna buy flowers for my girl- but which am I supposed to get her? How do I know what she'll like?" He rambles.

The woman only smiles at his nervous excitement, clearing off her table.

Oscar spends nearly half an hour listening intently to her explanations, taking in all the information as carefully as if he was hearing about the team's new car. He takes notes on his phone, making sure to write down the meanings of the flowers he chooses with her guidance.

He chews his lip lightly as she wraps the bouquet of hydrangeas, zinnias and baby's breath in translucent paper, tying a shiny white ribbon around too.

"Did you want to add a card too?" she asks, offering him a small pink card and a pen. Oscar thanks her, taking the pen and filling in both your name and his in the respective 'to' and 'from' spaces. His mind blanks as he tries to think of a message to add. How could he possibly find the words to explain how much you've become to him in a short period of time? He draws a shaky heart instead, hoping it will be enough to explain how he feels. The shop assistant loops the card onto the ribbon, tying it in a neat bow and handing the bouquet to Oscar who thanks her profusely for all her help.

"Don't be so nervous," she reassures him. "She'll love it, because you chose them for her."

"Hi baby," he calls, pushing the front door behind him. You'd stayed over at his apartment the night before and at his delight you'd opted to stay there all day too, promising you'd still be waiting once he got home from work. Despite it being early on in your relationship the thought of you usually being there when he got home (or vice versa) made his heart skip a beat.

"Kitchen!" you call, stirring a pot of pasta. He follows the sound of your voice.

"Hi," you greet him happily, turning the stove down and turning to give him a kiss. You stop short seeing what he's holding.

"Uh, these are for you." He says bluntly, holding them out. You can't hide the grin stretching across your features as you take it from him, flipping over the card and bringing the flowers close to your face.

"Thank you Oz," you say almost shyly. "What's the occasion?" You're already hunting in Oscar's cupboards for something vaguely vase-shaped. Unsurprisingly he has nothing of the sort so you settle for a clear Camelbak water bottle, filling it and placing the flowers inside.

"I don't need an occasion to get flowers for my best girl." He says, reaching one hand behind your head to press a sweet kiss to your mouth. You kiss him back happily.

"You like them?" He asks between pecks to your forehead.

"Yeah," you nuzzle into his chest and he's happy to just hold you in the middle of the kitchen. "I love them, 'cause they're from you."

🌼Hydrangea - gratitude

🌼Zinnia - constancy

🌼Baby's breath - everlasting love

[cumentertainme]

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[ozzgin]

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Fandoms: [Anime: Baki, Hakuouki, Inuyasha, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mayoiga, Monster, Naruto, Shaman King, Yu Yu Hakusho]; [Manga/Webcomics: Killing Stalking, Crows/Worst (Takahashi Hiroshi), Suicide Boy, JTHM]; [Games: Hogwarts Legacy (or Harry Potter), Obey me!, Legend of Zelda: BotW + TotK, Silent Hill, Call of Duty, Baldur’s Gate 3]; [Misc: Alien (& Predator), Horror Movies, Creepypasta, Star Trek: TOS]

Baki:

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Boku no Hero Academia:

BNHA Headcanons: Midoriya Izuku as a loving boyfriend

BNHA Characters x Artist! Reader

BNHA Headcanons: Pro-Hero Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Hakuouki:

[WIP Request] Yandere! Hakuoki x Reader (Demon Trio)

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons: First meeting

Inuyasha x Reader Headcanons (lime)

Monster:

[WIP Request] Johan Liebert x Reader

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:

JJBA Headcanons: Pillar Woman! Reader

Naruto (Shippuden):

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Kakuzu Fanart (I)

Kakuzu Fanart (II)

Kakuzu Fanart (III)

[Wattpad] Yandere! Akatsuki x Reader Book (ongoing)

Obey Me!

Yandere! Solomon x Reader

Demon Brothers x Reader Headcanons [Belphegor, Beelzebub, Mammon]

Manga/Webcomics:

WORST Characters x Reader

WORST Characters x Reader (II)

[WIP Request] WORST Characters x Cat(like)! Reader

[WIP Request] Crows x Worst Characters x Foreign!Fighter! Reader

Suicide Boy Characters x Caring! Reader Headcanons

Video Games:

[Hogwarts Legacy] Yandere! Sebastian Sallow x Reader

[Hogwarts Legacy] Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw! Male Reader

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons (II)

[CoD] [WIP Request] König x Male! Reader Headcanons

[CoD] König Fanart

[LoZ] [WIP Request] Yandere! Fierce Deity Link x Hylia! Reader

[Baldur's Gate 3] [WIP] Yandere! BG3 Characters x Reader Headcanons

[Baldur’s Gate 3] Bhaal Headcanons

[Baldur's Gate 3] Monster Headcanons

[zablife]

Benny x Flower Child

Benny Cross Masterlist

A/N: A lovely anon's request to see Benny with a woman who loves and accepts him for who he is. Since it's the '60s, I thought the concept of Benny meeting a free spirited flower child fit really well.

🌼 At first the Vandals dismiss your relationship as a fling without much of a future. After all, how can two people who cherish their freedom as much as a biker and a hippie ever hope to hold each other down?

🌼 The first time Benny brings you to meet everyone, the wives note your lack of jealousy when someone flirts with your man and frankly find it suspicious how you live in your own little world of pleasure separate from Benny as your silvery voice floats above the campfire like a siren song meant to attract their men.

🌼 The guys in the club take to you with immediate enthusiasm, listening to your tales of carefree adventure as Benny looks on with a lovesick smile. They recognize the mischievous twinkle like Benny gets in his eye and they see your shared sense of wanderlust.

🌼 It comes as a shock to everyone when you don't move on over the next few weeks, accepting Kathy's offer to stay at her place so you can plant a little garden in the back yard and watch it grow.

🌼 Your role as a nurturer becomes even more apparent when the guys from the club come around sick or hurt. You always seem to have a home remedy available to heal them.

🌼 It becomes a running joke that Kathy's porch is the place for strays when dogs begin to appear alongside the men, all drawn to your empathetic spirit.

🌼 Benny too finds himself orbiting around the same unlikely center of domesticity, hunched over Kathy's ring stained coffee table as you read his tarot cards.

🌼 "You actually believe all that hocus pocus?" the guys heckle him through the screen door, but the goosebumps he feels prickling his arm as you reveal the lovers card time and time again answers the question for him, the temptation of his heart revealed long before he's able to speak the words.

🌼 Late at night when he's fitful, you remind him of his place and purpose, guiding him out onto the roof to gaze up at the stars. Huddled together under a blanket, chain smoking and pointing out constellations, you feel the tension leave his body as his restless mind shuts off.

🌼 Eventually this ritual takes on a new meaning, the vastness of the night sky reminding you both how much living you have to do. So you pack the same worn satchel you arrived with and Benny takes you away for places unknown.

🌼 You stop to say goodbye to Johnny, tho he says he doesn't know why you're leaving the safety of the home you've made with the Vandals. He couldn't possibly understand that from now on home is wherever you and Benny are together, wild and free.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Diamond Rings 💫

Bale!Bruce Wayne x wife!reader

A/N: I finally got around to writing this lovely request!! Fluffy morning sex is perfect for Bruce AHHH 😭 and this is also the sequel to 'My Precious Jewel' !! Get your nom noms :3

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: the ask is here!

《Requested by》: anon <3

《Warnings》: NSFW CONTENT. proceed with caution. Handjob, edging (barely), PiV, throat holding (???), creampie (don't be like them), lil bit of cockwarming, so fluffy it's sickening, Bruce is a hopeless romantic, change my mind. (You can't)

《Word count》: 2.6k

Sequel to My Precious Jewel ♧

Can be read as stand alone as well though!

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Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The morning sun was streaming in through the curtains, tickling your face. You stirred, craning your neck to take a peak at the time. 8:39 am. You sighed sleepily, turning around and snuggling closer to the man who had his strong arms wrapped around you.

You smiled softly as you saw his peaceful expression, still dreaming away. Feeling a cold sensation on your hot skin, you gently lifted the covers. The hand that held you tightly yet so lovingly had a gold ring sitting on its ring finger. You quickly inspected your own hand, finding a golden wedding band there as well.

You had to stop yourself from squealing like a little girl when you realized that all of it, the wedding, the reception and the kiss weren't a dream. You were officially married now.

There were so many emotions bubbling up in your chest. Unbridled joy, disbelief, and pure excitement. But, you'd decided to deal with all of that later, and for now just enjoy your first morning snooze as Mrs. Wayne.

You pressed a sweet kiss to Bruce's lips, and closed your eyes, burying your face in his t-shirt clad chest. It wasn't even 9 in the morning. You'd sleep till dusk like this if you could. Safely in the embrace of your now husband, feeling each other's steady heartbeat and soft breaths.

A comfortable silence lingered over the estate, safe for Alfred who was probably doing all kinds of things already. You'd urged for him to sleep in today, he deserved a break. But, to your dismay, you knew the man and he couldn't just sit and relax even if he was chained to the chair. Well, as long as he enjoyed whatever he had to do you wouldn't complain.

Your slightly parted lips were pressed right above his heart, gently brushing the cozy fabric of his shirt with every breath. One of your arms was slung over his waist, your fingertips gliding over his back in whatever random pattern your wrist decided to carry out. It was a soothing gesture, making Bruce hum sleepily as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, your hair tickling his face.

His arms tightened around you, making it clear that he didn't want to leave the bed either. He felt like he had been put in chains, in a loving and warm way, not in a constricting and controlling manner. The chains that were your love and affection kept him tied down, sinking into the soft sheets, with an even softer you in his grip.

"Don't ever wanna leave this bed..." you mumbled into his chest. A drowsy smile tugged at Bruce's lips as maneuvered you closer so your legs were intertwined.

"I don't either... never wanna be without you." He sighed, feeling the familiar and gentle call of sleep.

"Wanna sink into the mattress, let it swallow us whole."

Your husband chuckled softly. Lack of sleep and early mornings did tend to bring out the poet in you.

"You can tell me all about that in, say... 4 hours?" His words were jumbled, the heavy fog of slumber taking over his brain. It took you a minute to put together what he said, as your own brain was still neatly tucked in its own metaphorical bed.

The furrow in your brows softened when you understood what he was trying to tell you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the both of you.

"Very, very good idea."

Soon enough, you slipped back into colorful dreams, safely tucked against Bruce's chest.

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A strange feeling that settled in Bruce's bones is what woke him up. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling by all means, it was just... odd. A peculiar buzz in his skull, that slowly trickled down into his spine. It was euphoric almost, making him hazy about his surroundings but too aware of every nerve in his body.

His shirt was soft, too soft, and the buttons on the pillowcase dug uncomfortably into his ribcage. The sliver of sun that managed to sneak its way through the thick curtains fell directly on his face.

His nose scrunched up as the blinding light slowly burned his eyes. Yet the warming and comforting feeling on his cheeks made him stay in place, taking in the new day instead of pulling the covers over his face.

He shifted slightly, shivering when a cool sensation set the nerves in his thigh on fire. The sight of your hand, your married hand, on his leg, made a fire ignite in his stomach that was so ravenous and destructive it could've turned him to ash from the inside out.

The gleaming of your ring, the ring that he put there, made his heart rush and his cock twitch in his briefs.

"Been waiting for you to wake up." With a sweet smile playing on your lips and a certain glint in your pretty eyes that he'd seen many times before, you stroked your thumb over his skin. Your touch made his breath hitch ever so slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by you. It never did.

You were able to read Bruce like an open book, all the tricks he'd acquired over the years and used on the public to shift his image didn't work on you. They never really had, even from the beginning. For some odd reason, that he couldn't explain, you could see right through him.

"Hm, yeah? Could've just woken me up, honey. You're my wife now, after all." Bruce grinned, a strong arm sneaking around your back and pressing you flush against his chest. Your cheeks were on fire. That word still flustered you to the high heavens, and you reckoned it would for a little while.

"It would've been a shame to wake you. You looked like you were crafted by the gods." You whispered softly, pressing your lips to his in a tender but hungry kiss. Bruce melted into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the feeling of his lips on yours, moving gracefully against each other. With heavy breaths, puffy lips and glazed eyes you severed your connection.

"The sun sitting on your cheekbones," your fingertips traced over his face in such a gentle manner, one could assume you were afraid of breaking his peacefulness.

"And on your lips," your thumb swiped over his bottom lip, which curled up into a smile.

"Down your neck... it would've been a crime to break such beauty."

Your hand settled on the back of his neck and gently kneaded his muscles.

"I'm flattered, though no beauty can ever match yours, my love. You will eternally be the universe's rose, blooming in all your glory no matter if the sun shines or not."

"You need to stop reading all those books Alfred recommends to you." You giggled, an obvious blush on your face.

"I don't think I will." He smirked before capturing your lips in a kiss again. It was desperate and full of passion, making you sigh softly against his mouth. His hands became needy, grabbing at the fat of your hips. Bruce trailed his kisses over your cheeks, to your jaw and down your neck, sucking and gently biting at your skin.

You moaned quietly, your body sinking into the sheets at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Grabbing at the hem of his white shirt, you swiftly pulled it over his head, revealing his mouth-watering physique to you. The hand that had been resting on his thigh up until this point now cupped the tent in his briefs, stroking gently but with a firm hand.

He groaned into your shoulder, squeezing you tighter.

"None of that, baby, look at me." You cooed softly, gripping the hair at the base of his skull and gently pulling him away from your neck. Your hand dipped into his underwear and gave his cock a few strokes before shoving his briefs down his thighs.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked a fat stripe over your palm, guiding your hand down to his dick and rubbing at the tip. His lips parted slightly and few throaty groans left him.

"J-Jesus Christ, sweetheart, your hands really are magic." He breathed out, his head tipping forward just a smidge as you found a steady pace with your hand wrapped around him.

"Only for you, always for you.." you whispered against his cheek, feeling his breathing speed up. His hands were digging into your hips by this point as you circled the tip of his cock with your thumb, his pre-cum and your spit slicking him perfectly.

When you ran your finger over the underside of his shaft, against the bulging vein, pretty moans spilled from his lips as he approached his high. But before he could float on that cloud of bliss, you retracted your hand and left him hanging on the edge. His eyes were hazy and filled with need and desperation as he let out a frustrated groan.

"You're gonna regret that, little minx." Bruce smirked, but there was a fire in his eyes that made the heat in your belly boil over.

"Will I?" You challenged with a wicked smile, making him chuckle before smashing your lips together and silencing any further comment you might've made.

He pushed you onto your back and quickly pulled your nightgown over your head before sliding your panties down your legs.

Bruce's hands were placed on your inner thighs, pushing your knees further apart. He groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt, pupils swallowing the brown of his irises whole. Your naked form isn't something he hadn't seen before, but his mind was foggy with emotions of all kinds; the golden sunlight that painted your skin, the way your hair fell into your face, and that sparkly diamond on your finger making his heart swell in his chest.

You were his, through and through, and he never doubted it, but to see that solid piece of evidence sitting so nicely on your ringfinger made something stir in him; something primal, almost.

His hands trailed to your waist, kneading your flesh, as he leaned forward to be closer to you.

"I'd eat you till morning, honey, but I need to be inside you." You could tell that he was trying to hide the urgency and need in his voice, blanketing it in a soft and loving tone.

"I need you inside. Please, my love." You begged needily, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in until his dick was prodding at your entrance.

"Besides," you whispered when his head found its place in the crook of your neck,"you can always have me for breakfast later."

With an amused huff, he slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up delightfully.

"You'll be the death of me." Bruce groaned, intertwining your fingers on both hands and pressing his forehead to yours.

Your beautiful moans echoed softly in the bedroom when he started to slowly thrust his hips into yours.

The movement knocked the breath from your lungs every single time, your nerves tingling with a sizzling fire that crawled up your spine. He sped up his thrusts, moaning and groaning against your lips.

You pressed your hand against his chest to slow him down again.

"Slow, slow... wanna feel every part of you."

You could've sworn you heard the faintest whimper escape his throat, gripping your hands tighter has his cock dragged along your walls. You could feel every ridge and bump, your head lolling to the side in bliss.

With languid and deep thrusts, Bruce continued to bring the both of you to the edge of your ecstasy. As your moans got louder, you reached for the hand with his ring on it and gently placed it around your neck.

Your husband shifted his weight so he wouldn't fall on top of you, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. You placed your ringed hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

You just wanted him to gently hold your throat, wanting to feel the cold metal against your burning skin.

"You won't hurt me, I promise. Jus' need you to hold me- fuck!" You cried out at a particularly deep thrust, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into the back of Bruce's hand.

"Look at you. My pretty fucking wife. All mine. I made you mine, and everyone knows. They just need to look at that pretty diamond ring on your finger." His voice dropped an octave, and his words were almost a growl as he plunged in and out of you.

"You're s'good to me, honey. The perfect husband f'me." You moaned, your lips clumsily brushing against his as he panted on top of you.

"God, I love you." He grunted, his movement becoming sloppy as he was nearing his climax. You could feel the bliss gnawing at your limbs as well. Bruce trailed his hand between your bodies and circled your puffy clit, which only made you succumb to the pleasure faster.

"F-Fuck- oh my god, I'm so close!" You almost screeched, trying to ground yourself with him in any way you could.

"Come f'me, yeah?" He heaved, struggling to get the words out between his groans. Any more moans and cries were muffled as his lips greedily found yours, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you over and over again.

With a a strategic swipe over your clit and a well timed thrust, your orgasm crashed into you, jumbled 'I love you's falling from your lips as Bruce spilled inside of you with your name on his lips. The hand around your throat tightened only a little bit, prolonging your high that much longer as bliss clouded your brain.

Bruce gently lowered himself on top of you, steadying his breathing against your chest. You were catching your breath as well, tracing patterns on his bare back. He was still nestled deep inside of you. He rolled the two of you over so you were on top of him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you relaxed in his arms.

"I love you so much." You mumbled, eyes falling shut. You didn't know what time it was, but it didn't matter to you. You had nowhere to be except right here, snuggled against your husband.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Are you alright? D'you need anything?" he asked softly, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

"Hm, no. Jus' wanna stay like this. Maybe take a nap." You yawned, making Bruce chuckle.

"Do you need anything?" You questioned in return, placing a kiss to

his shoulder. "I could use a nap as well." He laughed softly, pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Good. Cus' I'm not getting up." You sighed, letting yourself be loved by him. His hands lazily ran through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, baby." He whispered against your hairline, coaxing a sleepy smile onto your lips.

"You too, my love."

Both of you drifted off with the sun high up in the sky, not a care in the world that it was well past noon. Your hearts beating in sync, your soft breathing mimicking each other and connected deeper and closer as ever, the bonds of your love shinning in the dwindling sunlight with your hands intertwined.

If Bruce could make you wear his heart, he would, but for now the diamond ring would have to do.

You were his and he was yours. The perfect balance of love.

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Hello Benny! How are you doing? Did you sleep well? Be sure to have a snack if you haven’t already!

I saw in your masterlist that you are writing for Honkai Star Rail, and so I had one request - What do you think about Argenti with the Knight of Beauty! Reader? There is so little content with Argenti (especially with m!reader), and I love it so much love it!😭💞

In any case, ignore if you don't like it! I apologize for any mistakes

-🌾 anon

Argenti - Knight of Beauty Male Reader, General Fluff

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Hey 🌾wheat anon, I know it's been a super long time and you've probably already forgotten this ask, but I finally got around to doing it. You didn't really give me any details of what you wanted besides the character, so I just went with what I felt was best; so, I based the reader off of Rook Hunt a little bit. I ended up having to do some serious Argenti research since I don't play Honkai Star Rail, so I hope this is at least a little accurate. The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Dandelions” by Ruth B.. —Benny🐰                                                                                                               

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❝'𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕴'𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘; 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊~❞

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💐  You and Argenti travel together as a duo, spreading the word of the ethereal beauty of your missing Aeon, Idrila. The rose knight had met you during a visit to far off planet with little to no population; it would seem that you had been stranded on the planet after going there yourself. Argenti didn't recognize you, so he assumed that you didn't belong to Honorclad to which he learned that you belonged to a smaller group called Sonnetheld.

💐  You both were interested in each other's different expressions and ways to appreciate and worship beauty. Argenti would always find himself relaxing when you recited your eloquent and vivid poems; your voice and the way you pronounced your words always filled his mind with bliss. While you, despite him being downright awful at it, found yourself appreciating whenever he tried his hand at playing the ocarina to pass the time between travels to another location.

💐  The two of you spend a lot of time alone together, so it's pretty much a given that you do just about everything together as well; eating, sleeping, sparring, bathing, etc. You and Argenti trust each other with your lives and your deepest darkest secrets. Where one of you goes the other isn't far behind.

💐  A favored bonding activity of yours is doing each other's hair. Washing it, moisturizing it, brushing or combing it, curling, braiding, twisting. Argenti has long and gorgeous hair that can be put into many different styles, though your favorite has to be very eccentric and dramatic updos that require many different pins and clips to hold it into place. The rose knight enjoys threading all kinds of flowers into the braids that he's weaved into your hair; turning your skull into a lovely boutonniere of vibrant blooms.

💐  Another activity that you and Argenti take part in is writing songs together, with your poems as the lyrics and the redhead's Aeon awful ocarina playing as the melody. You've both made songs dedicated to each other separately and came together to complete them and hear the finished product. Unlike his woodwind skills, Argenti has a beautiful singing voice, so you often make him read poems about himself and watch him flush in gratitude.

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❝'𝕮𝖆��𝖘𝖊 𝕴'𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘; 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊~❞

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