#darling chip rambles

[anotherboredfan]

guys is southern charms real or is it a marketing ploy to sell more sam collins

[rapturemctro]

Adorable little doodle page I commissioned from someone on Discord for my birthday! Have some cute little Archox for your soul!

Art by @Max_Nicholi on Toyhouse!~

[mellohimelody]

if chip died i will be losing it. Guaranteed.

[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟿 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Sway ( fluff, NSFW )

WARNINGS: shapeshifting d!ck, cute Larissa, restlessness. (I think that's it, tell me if I need to add more warnings )

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Christmas was Larissa's favourite time of the year. The beautiful lights and glorious decorations made her golden heart warm. She was one of those people who put Christmas decorations up as soon as the clock striked December, and stocked up on hot chocolate as soon as it turned a degree colder. You and Larissa had been married for three years and for every year end, you decorated your house together, putting up the tree and the shimmering lights. Afterwards, you would always treat yourselves to hit chocolate with extra marshmallows and your homemade chocolate chip cookies that Larissa adored.

Nevermore closed for the Christmas holidays, allowing Larissa to stay at home with you during that period. One thing about Larissa: she would always get restless during the holidays. She wasn't used to having so little to do and naturally, she tried to keep herself as busy as possible.

You returned home from grocery shopping one afternoon to find Larissa reorganising the kitchen. You placed the bags down and cleared your throat.

" Rissy, what are you doing?" You asked, making the poor woman jump slightly, not expecting your presence.

" Organising the kitchen...for the new year." Larissa stood up and placed her hand on her hip, trying to act as casual as possible. You sighed and looked to your wife.

" Bored?" You tried to hide your smile.

Larissa let out a groan. " I love being at home with you, don't get me wrong. But I just don't know what to do with myself. I try watch a movie on Netflix and then I zone out because I feel like I'm wasting my time. Then I try to do something creative, like making a necklace with the bead set, but I never finish it because I know I'll never wear that stupid necklace anyway." Larissa squeezed the bridge of her nose. " Sorry I'm rambling."

You walked up to Larissa and hugged her with understanding. " It must be difficult for you to change your schedule in favour of the holidays. And we have to stay indoors, it's cold out. Have you tried reading?"

Larissa nods. " Yes, dear. But I get distracted by the thought of what I could be doing." Larissa gave you a little squeeze and kissed your cheek. " Don't worry about me, darling. I'm sure I'll manage."

" Maybe we can pack these groceries away for a start and then see what we can do." You suggested. Larissa nodded and you both began packing the cupboards with the groceries you bought. You worked silently and peacefully, Larissa occasionally letting out a hum of approval when she liked something you bought. She obviously smiled when sje saw the bag of hot chocolate and she put it away neatly.

" Maybe this evening you can teach me how to make those chocolate chip cookies?" Larissa asked, seeing that you had bought more ingredients to do so.

" Sounds like a plan." You smiled. You felt Larissa wrap her arms around you from behind and place a light kiss on the back of your neck. She turned your body slightly and leant down to kiss your lips gently. You smiled and hugged her, eventually beginning to sway together.

" You are aware that there's no music playing?" She chuckled.

" Oh hush. I just want to be close to you." You laughed and looked up to Larissa. You planted a small kiss on her jawline and eventually rested your head on her shoulder as you swayed. She smiled at your actions and kissed the top of your head, leaning her chin gently upon it. She began humming a soft tune, shutting her eyes and finding comfort in home. With your arms wrapped snugly around her waist, your body pressed against hers and you both sought out the warmth in one another.

" Dear, you don't look warm enough. You should go and put on another jumper." Larissa said softly, rubbing your arms up and down with her hands.

" I'm fine—" You tried to shrug it off but by looking at Larissa, she pulled a stern expression. You rolled your eyes playfully. " Fine, fine." You put your hands up in a surrendering motion and went to your shared bedroom to shuffle through the wardrobe. You put on Larissa's grey fluffy jumper and hugged yourself. It smelt of her.

" That looks adorable on you, dear." Larissa walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto her lap.

" Why thank you. I love wearing your clothes." You smiled.

" They're not even your style." Larissa shook her head and looked at you with an amused grin.

" No, they're not. But I still like them. They're cozy. When you shop for clothes, you always know exactly what to buy." You kissed Larissa's cheek, adjusting yourself on her lap so you could wrap an arm around her neck.

" You're such a minx, you know that?" Larissa smiled and kissed your cheek, eventually smiling against it, beginning to laugh slightly.

You giggled at her laughter and tilted your head. " Why are you laughing?"

" You're just so sweet. I love you. I'm so glad I married you?" Larissa peppered kissed over your cheeks, causing you to giggle more.

" Aww, Rissy. I love you too." You hugged Larissa, straddling her lap to do so.

In an instant, Larissa had flipped you over and began tickling you, making you squeel and laugh. She knew how ticklish you were and she loved teasing you about it. You felt her cold fingertips inch under your jumper, your breath hitched and you carried on laughing. Larissa laughed too, coming down to kiss you. She caressed your body and you shivered slightly, feeling Larissa's hands beginning to warm under your skin.

" Cold, love?" Larissa smiled, lying next door to you and keeping her one hand under your jumper while the other hand played with your hair.

" Your hands are cold." You smiled.

" I can...warm you up?" Larissa hinted, smiling slightly down at you. You said nothing but grinned, pulling Larissa in for a kiss. " And I'll take that as a yes?" She laughed.

" Yes please." You giggled snd kissed Larissa's neck, feeling the soft, sensitive skin under your touch. Larissa's breath hitched at your actions, making you smile.

" Can I shift?" She asked, causing you to grow even more aroused. You nodded quickly, kissing Larissa again. As she shifted, she groaned into our mouth and you looked down to see the bulge in her pants. You bit your lip and looked at your wife — you were both breathing heavily from the kiss and she nodded in your direction.

At that nod, you quickly slipped your hand under the waistband of her pants, feeling her cock straining in her knickers. You experimentally ran a finger over it, causing Larissa to gasp.

" Please ride me, darling." Larissa whispered.

You smiled, slipping both her pants and her knickers off, throwing them to the side. Larissa couldn't wait — her hand had already found her cock as she gently stroked it, causing her breathing to become heavier and precum to leak off the tip. You looked over at her and leant down to kiss the tip of her cock, licking the precum off and tasting her.

" Darling, please. Please." Larissa reached over to you and began tugging at your clothes, attempting to assist you in getting them off. You happily stripped for your wife, planting a small kiss on her cheek before straddling her.

You felt Larissa reach down and gently rub the tip of her cock through your folds, occasionally grazing against your sensitive clit, causing your hips to move slightly. You eventually sunk down, feeling Larissa's warm cock enter you and stretch apart your walls.

" Oh....Larissa..." You shut your eyes and moaned as she entered you fully. You stayed still for a few moments, breathing heavily before looking at Larissa. She reached over and caressed your waist, trailing her hands up to your boobs as she fingered your nipples. That only made you wetter and you bit your lip.

" I'm going to move." You breathed out, holding onto Larissa's arms to steady yourself as you ricned your hips slowly back and forth. Larissa's cock throbbed inside you at your actions, tapping and moving against your walls.

" Oh, fuck..." Larissa shut her eyes and laid her head back. You moaned and clasped onto Larissa's arms. Larissa moved her hands to your hips as you began to bounce on her cock. She helped steady you as you did so.

" You're so...tight." Larissa moaned loudly, digging her nails into your sides as you moved on top of her.

Your wife began to thrust her hips up, aiding your movements. You moaned as she hit your g-spot, making your walls tighten around her momentarily, making Larissa moan too. Both of your movements began to get more urgent as you felt Larissa thrust deeper into you.

" Rissy! Oh!" You moaned when you felt Larissa's hips rise again, slamming into you as you both increased your paces, syncing with each other. A small amount of sweat covered your bodies as you both tried to reach your climax.

With each thrust and bounced Larissa's cock pulsated against that sweet spot inside of you, you felt your walls tighten around her again and your breathing became even more rapid and uneven. Moans filled the room along with the musky scent of sex and the fusion of your perfumes.

" Are you going to cum for me?" Larissa asked, letting out a groan as she entered you again.

" Yes! Fuck!" You cried out.

" Can I come inside you?" Larissa asked, trying to conceal the desperation in her tone.

" Yes! Please... Rissy!" You begged as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

As you climaxed against Larissa's cock, she came too, filling you up with her white seed. Both of your bodies shuddered as you moaned each others' names. The sensation of Larissa cumming inside of you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your shaking body. Larissa and you helped each other ride out your orgasms as you slowed down your paces, breathing heavily and grasping onto each other.

Larissa gently lifted your body up, slowly pulling out if you. The mixture of you cum and hers trailed down your thighs and she chuckled. Your wife lifted you up, shifting her cock back into her pussy as she took you to the bathroom. She cleaned both you and herself up and you smiled.

" We need to do that again sometime." You laughed, grabbing two face cloths, running them under the two and handing one to Larissa. You both wiped the sweat off your faces and she smiled back.

" I agree ." She pecked your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. " I love you, my dear." She whispered against your lips.

" I love you too, Rissy." You whispered back. " Let's shower quickly and get started on those chocolate chip cookies." You winked, making Larissa chuckle.

You and Larissa stood in the shower, the water poured over you as you spoke and laughed together. It was the little things. Those little moments that made you whole. You weren't alone cut into obscure fragments — you belonged and so did Larissa. Larissa was there. And she was beautiful. And you loved her so fucking much it seemed almost impossible not to smile in her presence. In this limited segment of eternity, you felt sempiternal.

You and Larissa changed quickly into your pajamas. Your wife urged you to use the hair dryer that evening because it was cold and she didn't want you to get sick. Your heart melted at her concern but you hated the hair dryer. It was loud.

" Rissy, I won't get sick." You scoffed and eventually gave in, grabbing the hair dryer.

" You might. And no one wants to blow their nose on Christmas. Especially not in this house." Larissa kissed your cheek and began to run a brush through your hair. You blushed and smiled, feeling her soft fingertips run through it too.

" Thank you." You whispered, Larissa smiled at you, making eye contact with you in the looking glass.

She kissed your cheek and you turned to her, giving her a soft kiss on her lips and a little peck on the tip of her nose, making her scrunch her nose and smile. Larissa dried her hair too and you both eventually went downstairs, checking the pantry. You got the ingredients out to make the chocolate chip cookies and Larissa out on some music. The Fleet Foxes began playing in the backround as you baked together.

" Where are the instructions?" Larissa asked, rummaging through recipe books and papers on the kitchen counter.

" In my head." You smiled.

Larissa raised her eyebrow. " How can you cope? Oh dear, well, tell me what to do." Larissa packed the books away. You laughed at her concern for not having a set recipe and instructions to abide by. Larissa gave you a faux annoyed glance before cracking up too.

" I'm the principal for a reason, darling." She said through laughter, kissing your cheek.

You lead Larissa through the process and you baked the cookies. Once the cookies were finally in the oven, you and your wife took a step back. You began making hot chocolate for the both of you as you waited for the cookies.

" We can't have cookies for dinner, dear." Larissa said, leaning against the counter.

" Says who?" You smiled and added extra marshmallows to Larissa's hot chocolate. She happily took her cup and sipped from it.

" I do. Now, are we going to make dinner or are we just going to order something?" She asked.

You thought for a moment. " Pizza sounds lovely. What do you say?"

Larissa chuckled. " Of course, you know which toppings I want."

You got out your phone and placed an order for two large pizzas.

The pizzas soon arrived just as you and Larissa finished off your second cups of hot chocolate. You brought the pizza inside and placed it on the counter.

" Two large pizzas?" Larissa walked over to you and took a box.

" I'm hungry, I don't know about you. But if you can't finish it, you can save it for later." You smiled and opened your pizza box.

" No, I'm eating it." Larissa chuckled and took out a slice of pizza, beginning to eat it.

You ate your pizzas at the kitchen table, almost forgetting to check on the cookies which were baking well in the oven. After a few monents of checking on them, you smiled.

" I think they're ready." You got oven mits, removing the tray from the oven and placing the cookies on a plate to cool down. Larissa immediately got up and stood right next to you, savouring the smell of them.

" Maybe I should make another load of them. These will probably be finished in three days by the looks of things." You chuckled. Larissa playfully slapped your arm and you both giggled.

" Most likely." Larissa kissed your head.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

@littledollll @winterfireblond @blood-red-ocean @ness029 @aemilia19

[nymphomatique]

i’m up giggling and twirling my hair on this fine evening thinking about sleazy mechanic miguel o’hara and being completely normal about it ❤️

just imagine, ur bent over the hood of your car, nearly drooling all over it’s chipped paint miguel said he’d fix because he’s just fucking you so good and so deep, your mind is going numb.

a half hour before this you walked into his auto shop in the skimpiest outfit and the strappiest little heels he’s ever seen and he just knew you were going to be a handful.

“you haven’t changed the oil in two years?” he asks, he laughs at your meek nod because you know it’s bad based on how wide his eyes got as you told him allll the little details about your car.

“well darling, this just won’t do. i can’t let you ride around in this car until it’s all fixed and proper,” he tells you as you go over the long and expensive bill full of parts and things you don’t recognize nor understand.

“i can’t pay all this at once.. can we do instalments? or-or maybe we can do one thing off the list a month? because i can’t afford to-” he cuts you off right then and there because he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

do you really need all the things on that list fixed? no. at most you need your oil and tires changed and your brake fluid checked. but miguel deserves a little fun, doesn’t he?

“im sure we can figure out something that works for the both of us, sweet thing,” he says, giving you the once over. it’s only now that his rippling muscle and massive height make you feel somewhat intimidated as you feel as if you’re understanding the innuendo that slips past his oh so kissable lips.

and kiss those lips, you do. your eyes roll behind your skull and you let out a muffled groan into miguel’s thick and muscular grease-stained bicep, his other hand wrapped in your hair and tugging your head up to face him, initiating a heated and intense kiss. you can’t help but moan and tighten around him because oh my god it just feels so fucking good.

“m-miguel, ‘m gonna- oh my god, please make me cum, please please please please please,” you’re rambling after that intoxicating kiss.

“that’s it, cum for me sweetheart. gonna make that sweet fuckin’ pussy cum,” he spits at you with a new found vigour in his thrusts.

if it means having you like this forever, that car of yours is gonna need a lot more servicing from him down the road.

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this is my first ever published work on here pls give me feedback 🥲 asks are also welcome if u want me to write about anything on miguel!!

thanx for reading 💋

[cyber333angel]

how you tell the boys goodbye when you see them off to work !

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Rafe !

you probably beg him to stay in bed like everyday even though you know he has to leave. like the beginning of the movie, “don’t worry darling” where alice tries to make excuses for jack to stay. “rafey please stay! ill be lonely without you..and! and im sick so who’s gonna take care of me?” and he just sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you but he is the man of the house and he has to work to give you all the things you want. “baby your not sick and you know I will be back, we do this everyday. im the one who has to keep you fed and get you all your nice things and I can’t do that if I stay in bed with you all day alright?” you pout at him knowing you can’t win, “c’mon give me a kiss before I leave.” you crawl to his side of the bed and stand on your knees at the edge of the bed facing him, you wrap you arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply. rafe wraps his arms around your waist and slides them to the bottom of your ass, squeezing it firmly. “alright sweet girl, I gotta go but I will see you tonight and I left my card on the table. go buy something with your girlfriends and pick up the delivery of flowers that are coming today for you. ill call you and I love you, okay?” you nod your head showing him you understand, “mhm I love you too rafey! have a good day and come home soon!” blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door.

Jj !

since jj is always working outside jobs in the heat I feel like you would have to make him a lunch everyday before he goes. sometimes it could be leftovers from dinner last night or you could wake up early to make him a sandwich and fill it with all the snacks he likes. so currently, you are in the kitchen whipping up two sandwiches for jj in his oversized t-shirt, bonnet and fluffy slippers, moving from the fridge to the counter, your panties peeking from below every time you reach up for something. your boyfriend waking up from his slumber, scratches his neck, “g’morning babydoll, what you making f’me today?” reaching over to you and hugging you from behind, you smile and beam from the warmth of his chest. “good morning jayj! making you a scooby doo sandwich with chips and gatorade along with..” you ramble to him talking about all the snacks you stuffed his lunch box and he slides his hands up and down your curves, placing little kisses on your neck making you wince, “mmm jj you have to go to work!”

“I know cupcake but just a little bit..” you probably start your day with a make out session every morning because he can’t get enough of you, but when the two are done, you see him off at the door handing him his lunch box, “I love you jayj! have a good day at work nd I hope you like your lunch!” and he smiles to himself while putting his lunchbox around his waist, getting on his motorcycle. “see you later baby, I love ya and ill see you later.” along with a flirty comment probably, but you see him ride off to work with a grin on your face.

Barry !

I think barry cares for you too much to let you stay at his trap house so he never lets you go over there cause it’s dangerous, meaning he bought a apartment when the two of you started dating or he stayed over with you sometimes. but currently he was staying over at your house sleeping next to you. he would wake up first and make you breakfast, so usually you wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. getting up in your pajamas walking into the kitchen with sleep still in your eyes. barry turns around, and sees you, “good morning sleepy girl, I made you some breakfast before I leave so si’down.” you mumble a quiet “g’morning bear..” and do as your told taking a seat in the cold chair to wait for your boyfriend to give you some food. you two talk for a while about the plans for today and you finish your breakfast. “I gotta leave now princess, some people waiting for me to show up but give me a hug before I go mama.” you smile and run up to him, melting in his touch, you look up at him from his chest giving him a peck. “please be safe bear..I love you and call me!”

“mhm will do ma’am, I love you too and get s’more sleep aight?” you nod and kiss him goodbye at the door.

<3

[pookietv]

helpful | george clarke

i just thought this was sweet, so have a little george looking after his drunk gf :3

as soon as you had said the words 'oh, it's just a casual little thing, haven't seen the girls in a while', george just knew the 'little casual thing' would end up with you plastered.

not that he minded, of course.

so when he recieved a call at one in the morning, it didn't quite surprise him. he had waited up for the 'got home safe' text, waiting patiently for you to get to your apartment safe.

"hiya, love, everything alright?" he spoke, his voice slightly thick, just coming with the fact it was a little later at night, but he wasn't too tired.

"hi george!" you giggled in response, "everything is fineee! i was just calling to see if i could come round.. was gonna uber home but then i was missing you and thought i could come pester youuu for a while," you spoke in between slight drunk hiccups.

he laughed a little down the phone in response, "sure, you can come round. you sure you're okay getting an uber, or you want me to come pick you up?" he asked, clearly a little concerned at her drunken state.

"no, no! i can uber fine, gonna share with one of my friends, just wanted to let you know before i just showed up," you murmured happily again.

"well, in future, you can show up at the flat whenever you want, you know i like your company, lovie, and i know the boys don't mind either,"

and so when half an hour later he heard stumbling through his front door, and soft laughs as he could hear her bashing herself against the wall for support, he left his bedroom, laughing at the sight of her, against the walls, trying to slip her shoes off with great struggle.

though, even plastered out of her mind, he thought she looked gorgeous.

"hey, you. need some help?" he jested slightly, and you giggled a little at the state of yourself.

"no, 'm sure i can... y'know, get em off, just these laces, who tied these damn laces?" you rambled as you slid down to the floor to try and untangle the laces that you had undoubtedly messed up earlier in the night.

george crouched down, unlacing the shoes with a lot more ease then you had, and once you had managed to pull the shoes off, you used him as a support to stand up, still giggling into the crook of his neck as you did.

"so, seems you had a good night?" he teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully with a nod.

"cocktails were two for one, so naturally i had eight," you laughed back, "don't even think 'm too drunk now, more just sleepy,"

george scoffed a little jokingly at that one, "i think you're still a little drunk, darling, but its fine. we'll get your makeup off and you into bed, hm?" he offered, and you nodded, letting him lead you into his room in the boys flat, where he had a bathroom attached.

as you stumbled through, rifling through the draw in his bathroom that had been claimed as yours for makeup remover, he laughed at the noise, before you produced it in your hands.

"i can help you take it off, if you like," george offered helpfully, and you looked at him with a drunken grin, a small nod as he gently helped you sit on the vanity, gently beginning to remove it with a damp cloth and the remover.

"thank you for being so helpful, george," you babbled out, your hands practically clasping against his arms for support as he checked to make sure all the makeup was gone.

"you've picked me up from enough pub golfs for me to owe you, trust me. plus, you know i don't mind looking after you at all," he smiled reassuringly back.

"did you eat when you were out? you want food?" he asked, but you shook your head.

"m good, got myself some drunk chips," you laughed a little, "just wanna go to sleep, to be honest,"

"thats fine, we can go to bed, don't worry, i'm just gonna get you some water, okay? you can go borrow a shirt or something to sleep in," he reassured, helping you down from the sink and watching you gently pad your way to his bed, whilst he headed into the kitchen.

when he returned, he found you, already spread on the side of his bed that had become classicly yours, in one of his shirts, head on its side on the pillow, giving him a slightly dumb smile as he placed the water on the bedside table.

"your bed always seems much comfier than mine," you murmured against the pillow, and he laughed with a shrug.

"i always thought your bed was more comfy," he said in response as he lay down, his arm going lazily to your waist, facing you as his head touched the pillow.

"yours is definitely better, it always smells like you and i like that, smells like... sweaty george," you giggled a little, and he grunted in a teasing response, rolling his eyes playfully.

the moment he was in the bed, he found it funny how you instantly curled into him, to be closer, and he pressed a small kiss against your forehead as you yawned softly.

"see? could fall asleep already, you just relax me," you murmured against his chest.

"so get some sleep then, night, love." he replied. though, he couldn't lie, the thought of him relaxing you filled his chest with a strangely warm feeling.

[daisynik7]

Hey darling, I hope you are doing fine. could you please do something disgustingly fluffy with Eren after he fucked all the negativity and sadness out of reader (me)?

Thank you.

cw: smut, fluff, established relationship

Notes: Hi Ichi! Sending you lots and lots of love, hope you’re doing well too! Thanks for this request, I adore fluffy Eren (especially after sex LOL). I kept the smut a little short on this one and focused more on the fluff. I really hope you like it! 

Today was awful. The energy has been drained completely out of you. The last thing you want to do when you get home is to think. And that’s why you love having a boyfriend who takes all your stress away, for both your benefit and his.

As soon as you step through the front door, dropping your bag with a loud thump on the floor, Eren knows instantly what he needs to do. He chuckles to himself at the kitchen counter, prepping ingredients for dinner. After you kick your shoes off, you collapse onto the couch, groaning. He steps towards you, abandoning his half-cut vegetables, kissing you on the cheek. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” you respond, nuzzling your nose to him. 

He smiles. “I’ll take care of you then.”

Soon, the both of you are naked on the couch, your thighs straddling his lap, his grip on your hips, bouncing you on his cock. The feeling of him inside you, his fingers and lips all over your skin, is enough to recharge you, bringing you back to life. You’re like putty in his hands, molding to his every touch, moaning into his neck. He laughs softly, breath warm on your ear, massaging your back. “Don’t think, okay? Just enjoy it, baby. Let me do all the work.”

Hands squeezing your ass in a firm grasp, he thrusts into you, fucking your sweet spot until you orgasm together. You’re absolutely exhausted now, but relaxed. All the tension you brought home from work has melted away thanks to him. He cradles your pliant body in his arms, scattering delicate kisses across your shoulders. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You head into the bedroom, where you sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for him to run the bath. When it’s ready, he returns to you, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, leading you into the bathroom. The two of you carefully sit in the bath, him surrounding you in a cozy embrace as you sink into him, back against his chest. He holds you like this for a moment, enjoying the serenity of your peaceful breathing and the quiet drip of water from the faucet. He wants nothing more than to take care of you, make you feel at ease. 

When it begins to get cold, he hoists you up, helping you out of the tub, reaching for the nearest towel to wrap around you. He laughs when your teeth chatter from the temperature difference, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you. Dried off and in your favorite pajamas, the two of you head back into the kitchen to cook the dinner Eren had already started. As you eat the delicious meal, Eren talks, avoiding any mentions of work because he knows it’s a sore topic for you. He’s an expert at rambling about a certain topic in such detail, always explaining it with enthusiasm, enough to keep you hanging on his every word. You can’t even remember exactly what it is you were so angry about earlier today.

After dinner, he suggests that the two of you bake a batch of cookies, to which you of course agree to. He connects to the speaker, playing songs that remind you of your life together, from then until now. Eren’s always a messy baker; spilling chocolate chips all over the counter, flour somehow finding its way on his nose, cheeks, and hair. He feeds you a spoonful of cookie dough before taking a taste for himself. With the cookies in the oven and the timer set, he twirls you around the kitchen, dancing to the upbeat music blasting through the stereo. When a slow song comes on, the one that was playing the first time he said, “I love you” years ago, he wraps you in his arms, swaying to the melody. 

Later in the night, body nourished with good food and Eren’s love, you snuggle in bed, sitting up against the headboard. He reads aloud a chapter of the romance novel you’re currently reading, trying to contain his giggling as he acts out the spicy dialogue. At the end, he turns to you, ready to start the next, only to catch you asleep on his shoulder. Smiling, he closes the book and places it on the nightstand, shutting off the lamp. He lays you down, head on the pillow, and tucks you under the covers, kissing you on the forehead. “I love you, beautiful. Goodnight.”

[svngiem-remade]

strength kink w/ changbin is driving me insane! the thought of him being completely (not at all) oblivious to the way you react when he uses his muscles in any given circumstance, he likes seeing you practically DROOLING over how big and strong he is. you just want him to slam you up against the wall with his hand wrapped around your throat and split you open in the BEST ways possible UGH I’M RAMBLING

[8:27 pm]

a lil' something for y'all, prepare yourselves 'cause there's more 🤭

contains. dom!changbin / sub!afab!reader, lots of smut, unclear relationship, strength kink, slight size kink, pet names, chocking, wall sex. | wc. 1025

You'd caught yourself drooling over Changbin's muscles more times than you could count, and, unbeknownst to you, he'd noticed.

Changbin just loved seeing how you shifted in your seat and subtly rubbed your thighs whenever he'd drape one of his muscular arms over your shoulders as you watched a movie, or how you’d encouraged him to take off his t-shirt a few weeks prior just to ogle at his sweaty pecs and muscly arms moving your couch and a couple of heavy boxes around your apartment a few weeks prior, or how you always seemed to need help opening a can or jar of whatever when you invited him over for lunch or dinner, his eyes never missing the way you licked your lips and hungrily stared at his biceps, which he flexed for no real reason other than to give you the show you were clearly looking for.

“Here, darling.” he said with a not so subtle smirk on his face, handing you the jar of cookies he knew you could've easily opened yourself.

Blinking rapidly as you shifted your focus on the jar and took it in your hands, you mumbled a quiet “thank you, Binnie.” trying to ignore the heat quickly spreading all over your body by taking a step back and walking towards the kitchen to continue cooking, wiping away with your sleeve the small dribble of drool at the corner of your mouth.

However, you hadn't realized you'd never even moved from your spot between his open legs or that he'd gone back to scrolling on his phone as he manspread comfortably on your small loveseat until he'd cleared his throat, “Something wrong, darling?” he asked, placing his phone down on one of the cushions to rest his hot palm on the back of your bare knee, looking up at you with a seemingly innocent look, “You seem—”

“I'm okay! I'll just— I'll finish up dinner!” you interrupted him, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal, gripping tightly the glass jar in your hands as you ran into the kitchen as quickly as possible.

You slammed the cookies on the table and walked towards the stove, stirring the pasta you and Changbin had made together in the afternoon— which was just another ploy for you to stare at him as he roughly rolled and stretched the dough on the counter, his low sighs and grunts making you wish he'd ditch the dough and stretch you ins— “Oh my God, I'm such a fucking perv!” you muttered angrily, munching on a chocolate chip biscuit as you felt your panties sticking to your drenched folds, which made you squeeze your thighs uncomfortably.

Suddenly, two arms engulfed you in an embrace from behind, Changbin's hand swiftly going underneath the big t-shirt you were wearing, the other turning off the stove in front of you before he roughly flipped you around and squished your cheeks with one hand, “What—” you tried saying, but a clench of his jaw and a squeeze of your cheeks shut you up. It hurt, but you loved that.

“Just giving you what you've been begging me for for weeks, darling.” he lowly said, his mouth barely an inch away from yours before smashing it against your lips, involving them in a wet, messy kiss, the hand he’d hid under your t-shirt slid out and ruggedly circled your neck, squeezing it once as he slammed you against the wall, causing a needy whine to leave your lips. “Mh, my pretty little thing that likes being thrown around like a fuckdoll is so desperate for cock.” he whispered in your ear, rutting his bulge against your panties, which were so drenched they soaked his own sweatpants in seconds.

You moaned, “M-More, Binnie. Please-” you ground your heat against his twitching crotch breathlessly, his grip on your neck getting tighter by the minute while his other hand clutched your thigh so tightly you knew it was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t mind- you loved it when he showed off how big and strong he was, how small he made you feel compared to him, like he could snap you in half whenever he wanted.

“More?” he chuckled, still rutting his sex against yours, a few of them targeting precisely your throbbing clit, which made you moan and roll your eyes at the back of your head each time. “Beg for it.” he squeezed your neck, tipping your head up to look into his eyes, yours being wide open at his request, “What? You’ve been eye-fucking me for this long, can’t I ask you to beg a little to have my cock split your pussy open, hm?” he smirked when you let out a low set of moans as he started dipping his fingertips inside your cunt- the desperation and layer of tears in your eyes letting him know you’d comply without too much of a fuss.

“Please, please, please, Binnie, please! I need you to fuck me, ple-” you chocked out, your hands clawing at his biceps desperately, feeling tears of pleasure run down your cheeks when he suddenly let his cock out and slammed it inside your hole, the fullness you felt made you whine and rest the back of your head on the wall Changbin held you against, it banging with every harsh, slow thrust. “Faster, please-” you begged, your bottom lip trembling and your chest heaving up and down as you ran your hands on his arms, pecs and shoulders, the layer of sweat and their sturdiness causing you to clench around him.

Your eyes, which you’d previously closed, shot open when he yanked you closer to his face by the neck he was still circling, the sound of the languid but rough thrusts of his cock inside your cunt making you shudder and bite back a moan to listen carefully to whatever he was about to say, his dark eyes looking deeply into yours, and his low grumbles reverberating on your lower stomach as Changbin gradually quickened his pace rapidly making you see stars, “Be careful what you wish for, doll. I’m very generous…”

© SVNGIEM, 2023.

[privitivium]

imagining being caught trying to escape motherly! or fatherly!yan (punishments⁉️...spanking‼️)

alright,,, imagining ts living w both of them. theyre cordial but still dislike each other

mother/fatherly shenanigans,,,, ramble. ,,,

escape huh??,!!! to either see friends or have some alone time out n about was hard as fuck with two big busty dudes following you around literally fucking everywhere. hounding you for attention..,,,, you merely grew tired of it... and whilst they slept, slipping out from being buried inbetween them; the front door in reach, dressed in pajamas but it was nothing new,,, before a huge hand catches ur wrist,,, feeling sick to your stomach as you turn to face mother; obviously, getting a stern scolding... "why would you try to leave - in the middle of the night?? we do everything for you..." he murmurs, tears flowing freely down his face and he looks so scary -!!! staring at you stoically, arms crossed along his chest - mother please..

"my darling busy bee wanting to leave me in the middle of the night knowing i hate being apart from him? so cruel." father chipping in,,, tutting softly and looking so disappointed as he stands next to mother,,, sucessfully making you feel bad as they guide you back to the room. in for a night of ruthless torment of your ass burning in the searing stinging pain of repeatedly getting smacked and dry orgasming after they've ran your balls dry. SO CRUEL ! but they would say that what theyre doing is a considerably tame punishment..,,, so technically ur the one whos cruel!

[anotherboredfan]

Lasko date audio vid is up on YouTube!

The more we get to know Lasko's new listener the more I'm relieved that Lasko and Freelancer never became canon. I don't have the capacity to articulate my point properly rn and don't get me wrong I love the non-canon stuff to death but our new listener here is super patient with him in a non-patronizing way, yk? (Not that I think FL was patronizing in any way!!but) there's no shutting him up with a kiss or getting him flustered on purpose or stuff like that. (I guess it's still the first two audios and we don't know what comes later but ykwm) Our new listener is comforting and thoughtful of his comfort zone and so gentle with him too, and in the comment section there's a comment that said the new listener is the type to say stuff like "don't be mean to the person I like!" and that makes perfect sense!!

How shall I say it- I see myself in Lasko and we're both whole adults and shouldn't be coddled simply for our tendency to dissolve into a nervous mess (or at least I personally feel lowkey dejected when people feel the need to do that to me even when I'm still fully capable to do things), and this new listener is accomodating without coming off as condescending or taking away his agency.

tldr I love Lasko and his new listener to bits and I hope they get to live an eternity of happiness!!!

[rapturemctro]

Screaming, crying! My bestie @berryregalia drew Archer and Vox together for me and I just can't stop staring at it,

I love a good enemies / rivals to lovers ;3c

[dollyhao]

smoking with your pretty gf mikasa

toni’s note: i wanted to try something different. there isn’t enough about my wife on this app. they always got that ngga eren in it 👀

you and mikasa are in the back seat of her car talking about absolutely everything while smoking. mikasa drove you to a cliff over looking the city so y’all could have a lil date.

your legs are rested over her lap, feet on the other side of her. she’s rubbing your thighs snacking on some chips she bought. you watched her while she rambled about her friends, her eyes low and red, licking her lips after she pulls the blunt from them, gripping your thighs every once in awhile.

she stops talking noticing you were barely paying attention, just staring. “what?” she says leaning into you, pecking your lips. you grab her face before she can pull away kissing her longer, slow and sensual. mikasa pulls you into her lap, the conversation long forgotten. you run your fingers through her hair as she grips on your ass.

you kiss her on the corner of her mouth then her cheek then her jaw, “i love you baby” you whisper to her, nose nudging her jaw. you look in her eyes seeing her with a dazed look smiling up at you. she puts her hands under your shirt rubbing at your waist. “i love you more darling”

[daisyblog]

Baby Styles

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: Baby Styles arrives.

It was a week until YN’s due date, which meant her growing bump was starting to cause her to waddle. In the last few weeks, she noticed how little she could now do without help, even putting on shoes was a task, Harry had to help her tie her shoe laces. 

She noticed how she would be exhausted for the smallest of things, like washing the dishes, folding the clothes or cooking some dinner, resulting to her falling asleep on the sofa by 8pm. 

They had finished decorating the nursery last week, deciding on a neutral theme, perfect for their little boy or girl. They decided not to find out the gender, wanting to be completely surprised when their baby was born. 

Anne and Robin had an arrived a couple of hours prior, ready to meet their new grandchild and for Anne to support her son and YN during the birth. Anne was absolutely thrilled when YN had asked if she would be in the labour room with them, explaining she has been like a second mother to her all her life, especially after her Mum passed away.

It was currently 5:30pm and YN was resting on the sofa, Harry cuddled next to her with his hand on his favourite spot, her baby bump. From the moment the small little kicks began, Harry was obsessed with catching the moment of his baby moving around. Anne and Robin relaxing on the opposite sofa, the tv playing in the background as the group spoke.

“Have you been having any niggles or anything?” Anne asked YN, Harry’s hand still attached to YN’s tummy, moving in circles against the fabric of her t-shirt.

YN’s hand instinctively moved to rest on her tummy, the other side to where Harry’s was. “I’ve been having some niggles but I think they’re braxton hicks, I’ve been having them all day”

“I remember having them on Gemma…I got really excited thinking I was in labour and rushed to the hospital to be told to go home” Anne reminisced the time when she was pregnant with Gemma.

“I hope peanut won’t keep us waiting too long” Harry explained, placing a small peck to YN’s bump. YN’s heart melted at the sight, and even more so at the thought of seeing Harry with their baby any day now. 

“Peanut wants some chips, can we go and get some?” YN announced randomly, making the three laugh at her outburst. 

“This baby is going to come out looking like chips” Harry joked, but sat up because he knew that the craving wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon.

As they all walked down the street of London, Anne and Robin walking slightly in front with their arms linked, Harry and YN walked with their fingers intertwined. YN wasn’t sure if the braxton hicks were getting worse or she had just pushed herself too much today and her body was asking her for a break.

Not wanting to worry Harry, she pushed through the pain in her lower tummy and back and carried on walking. As they got closer to the fish and chip shop that Harry practically lived in recently due to YN’s cravings, YN stopped walking abruptly causing Harry to turn and look at her with a confused expression and Anne and Robin to stop to see what was going on, only for a gush of water to fall to the floor underneath her. 

“I-I…I think my waters just broke” YN said, whilst looking between Harry and the puddle laying on the floor. 

Harry snapped out of the shock, and went into complete panic “We need to get you to the hospital, but we haven’t got the hospital bags or the baby’s stuff or-or the carse-“

YN began to chuckle at Harry’s ramble “Babe, calm down and just breathe…we’ve got time to get our stuff, plus I really want those chips”

Robin and Anne looked at eachother, slightly amused by the chaos that was just about to begin. “Harry, Darling YN is right…you need to calm down..but YN..Love we do need to get you to the hospital so those chips are gonna have to wait I’m sorry sweetheart” Anne explained to them both. 

After YN had got over the fact that she wasn’t going to fill her want for chips, they walked back to their home and collected their hospital bags and Harry drove them to the hospital.

10 hours, 37 minutes and 8 seconds later, Baby Styles was still yet to make an appearance. When they first arrived at the hospital, YN was calm and made the most of being able to nap to get some energy for when the time came for her to push.

As the hours ticked on, the contractions became more frequent and much more painful, causing her to hunch over in pain and Harry rubbing her back trying to be helpful when he felt so useless watching his girlfriend in pain.

The midwife had explained that it was time to check how dilated YN was. The midwife lifted the sheet that was covering YN’s lower half and began to carry out the assessment “Oh you’re 7cm Darling…not much longer to go” she explained, Harry left a lovely peck to YN’s head “How do you feel about maybe going to the birthing pool..might help those contractions?” She asked.

After the midwife and Harry helped YN into the birthing pool, Anne captured the moment for the pair to look back on. She looked on at the scene in front of her. YN leaning on the side of the the pool, sucking on the gas and air to ease the contractions and Harry trying his best to help her through them by rubbing her back, head, hair and whispering words of encouragement.

“You can do this”

“You’re doing so well baby”

“I’m so proud of you, I love you”

“We’re gonna meet our baby soon”

3 hours, 27 minutes later, YN announced “I need to push” whilst she turned her body so her back was now touching the side of the pool and Harry still positioned behind her on the outside, peaking his head around to see if there was any sign of his baby.

“Listen to your body Love, you do whatever you need to do…I’m just here to help you” the midwife advised, moving to grab a few things and then settling the opposite of the pool and not taking her eyes from the water.

Anne had also moved closer to the pool, waiting anxiously to witness the birth of her first grandchild, praying everything would go as smoothly as it had done so far. In this moment, as she watched her son hold onto YN’s hand that was occupied with the gas and air, she felt proud. 

He was an eighteen year old, who was on the ladder to fame, currently performing in arenas with another tour planed. But in this moment he was Harry, a worried boyfriend and an anxious soon to be Dad. 

After pushing for another 45 minutes, lots of tears and “I can’t do this”, a loud squawk filled the room and the midwife lifted the little baby out of the water and placed them

YN’s chest. Tears ran down three faces, from excitement of seeing the little one for the first time “Congratulations…you have a little baby boy”

YN cradled their baby son to her chest, overwhelmed by the love she felt for him already. Harry’s chin rested on her shoulder, tears still running down his cheeks as his eyes stayed on the baby in front him.

Later on that day, YN and Harry were now in a private room, enjoying each moment with their new son. YN was laying in bed, freshly showered and resting as she admired the sight to the side of her. Harry cradling their little boy in his arms, not taking his eyes away from him.

“Thank you for giving me best gift, he’s just amazing” Harry broke the silence, reaching to rub his finger across his little cheek.

“Seeing you be a Dad is my new favourite thing” YN smiled over at her two boys “I love you both so much”

“We love you too”

That same evening, Anne, Gemma and Robin came to the hospital to visit. Walking through the door, Gemma immediately aww’d as she saw the little baby cuddled up asleep in the cot by the side of the bed, where YN and Harry were currently lying.

Gemma asked if she could cuddle her nephew and as soon as they said yes, the little boy was in his Aunties arms with his Grandma peaking over to catch a look. 

“I think he looks like you Harry but with YN’s lips” Gemma observed as she looked between the new parents and their baby.

“He’s Harry’s double, I just did all the hard work” YN joked and she cuddled further into Harry’s arms.

“So has he got a name yet…or are we still calling him baby?” Anne asked, desperate to learn the name of her grandson.

“Yeh we’ve decided on a name” Harry admitted, smiling at YN as they had only decided just before they arrived.

Robin chucked from his position at the bottom of the bed “Well are you gonna tell us or do we have to guess?” He sarcastically asked, causing them all to laugh.

“Meet Oliver James Styles”

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ynln Oliver James Styles 🧸💙 17/10/2012 View all 7,907 comments

annecox Congratulations again Darlings! I'm so proud of you both ❤️ Love our Little Oliver and you both xxx

louist91 Congrats! Loved meeting the lad x

niallhoran Such a beautiful boy, Uncle Nialler can't wait for more cuddles. Also, James is definitely after me 😂

gemmastyles I'm an Auntie! Thank you for blessing me with the best little nephew 💘

jamescordon Congratulations guys! Hopefully I'll meet the little one soon

zayn Congrats both! Uncle Zayn can't wait to spoil him x

lottietomlinson Congratulations to you both xx

onedirection Congratulations H and YN! #1DBaby

liampayne I'm an Uncle!! Congratulations to my brother and YN, so proud of you!!

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[bubuslutty]

part 8: carpool karaoke

Pairing: platonic moon boys x fem!reader

word count: 897

Tags: reader is referred to darling because i said so (and steven calls her darling cuz he’s a lil british dude innit), some fluff with our boy Jake!!

Warnings: none

Summary: darling stays late to the library and texts jake to come n pick her up

a/n: Nu Nu & You Wish by Flyana Boss

Me: jake

Me: are you done with work?

Jake: yeah why?

Me: are you home?

Jake: not yet

Me: can you pick me up pls?

Jake: where are you?

Me: library

Jake: I’ll be there in 15

Darling waits for Jake in front of the library building, hood pulled over her head and trying to act like a roadman so she won’t get harassed or killed by some stranger in the middle of the night.

When Jake pulls up in his black taxi, she sighs in relief, bag slung over her shoulder and opens the passenger door, getting in and chucking her bag into the back seats.

“How was work?” She asked, turning her head to look at the man, a dark shadow cast over his eyes due to his hat, his gloved fingers resting on the wheel.

“Good, how was studying?” He asked.

“Torture, can I play some music?” 

“Sure. Are you hungry?” Jake asked and she paused for a second, “A bit yeah, do you want to go somewhere specific?”

Jake ends up driving them to his favourite Kebab place while Darling sings along to the music playing through the car’s speakers. And Jake bobs his head along the beat, tapping his fingers against the wheel when they’re at a red light while Darling sings her heart out to the cuntiest and girliest song ever, and this time it’s songs from a duo called Flyana Boss.

She even goes as far as to make a whole seated choreography in his passenger seat while he glances at her once in a while, secretly amused. She sure has a lot of energy when she has very visible dark circles and droopy tired eyes, maybe it’s human zoomies or some shit, whatever it is, it gives Jake some entertainment in his otherwise empty cab.

Jake also ends up victim to listening to whatever new music she’s listening to at the moment, gracing his ears with new noises and melodies every other week when he has to drive her somewhere. And sometimes, he adds some of her played songs to his own Spotify playlist, without telling her of course, because that’ll make her ego big for no reason and annoy him.

And when they do get kebabs, they sit at a two-person table, facing each other while eating. And Darling is rambling and babbling about random things, she does that sometimes, if she gets enough tired, she somehow becomes delusional and starts talking with no filter.

Jake doesn’t mind the chatting, he’s just happy to be eating something before passing out in bed to rest. But hanging out with their neighbour is also nice. It was nice to have to listen to another voice other than Khonshu’s or the screams of death and pain in dark hallways.

Jake doesn’t tell her about his job, she knows he’s a cab driver as cover, but has never asked anything about what he actually does. And she’s no dummy, she knows he serves Khonshu’s justice with his fists and a gun strapped up to him at all times.

To put it shortly, he’s quite a grey character while she’s violently colourful.

“Yep, that’s what I’m talking about, yummy in my tummy-” Darling talks to herself and nods while devouring her kebab and shoving chips down her throat.

“Thanks for paying, by the way.” She thanks him without looking up.

“Don’t worry about it, anything for my favourite clown.” Jake teases, taking off his hat and running his hand through his slicked-back hair, white crisp button-up stretching over his broad shoulders, muscled back and biceps.

“Hey!” Darling glares at him and he laughs, “You’re a clown. You sometimes dress like one, and you procrastinate revising for tests and then when they approach, you have a panic attack and Steven has to hold your hand while you revise.” 

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m trying!” Darling whines, taking a swing from her Fanta.

“I know,” Jake says, and that’s one of the closest things he can get to as a compliment.

“I’m done, let’s go.” Darling eventually says, slapping her hands on her thighs like a 40-year-old dad and starts cleaning up the table while Jake helps and wears his jacket and hat.

“Cheers, bossman! Good night!” Darling says loudly, giving the man behind the counter a thumbs up and walking out of the door as Jake gives the man a polite nod.

Jake unlocks the cab and goes around to his door, and when he notices her still standing there, he frowns, “What are you doing?”

“Look,” She points at the sky, behind him, and he turns around, “The moon looks beautiful tonight.” 

Jake looks up at the sky, free of any clouds and sees the bright moon shining in the middle of the sky, in all of its beautiful glory, “Hm, it’s nice.”

“Jake, whatever you’ve done tonight, you did a good thing. So thank you.” Darling says, voice low, almost a whisper.

Jake doesn’t say anything and keeps staring at the moon, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He shivers and turns to look at her, “Get in, Steven has class tomorrow and so do you.” 

“Fine, mum.” Darling groans dramatically and gets in the car, buckling herself in.

“Can I play some mu-”

“Hell nah.”

“Why not? I thought you liked my music?”

“You’ve had your turn, now it’s mine.”

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Many many unhealthy dark thoughts about Tangerine’s yandere tendencies. 100% do not condone this behaviour. Get out or get help if you find yourself in a similar situation!!

My thoughts:

Tangerine’s housewife kink is out of control. Put his Darling in an apron and the man can barely function; all he would think about is taking her to bed.

He would be the type of man who would get turned on by his Darling doing the most mundane chores around the house - ironing his shirts, baking, crocheting a soft toy for one of their children - activities he considers feminine and which feed into his housewife kink.

His expectations of his Darling are unhealthy and unrealistic.

Once she was living with him Tangerine got rid of any clothing he deemed “inappropriate”. Now his Darling’s wardrobe consists mainly of dresses and skirts and he expects his Darling to adhere to this dress code.

He gets angry when his Darling makes independent decisions as he wants them to be utterly dependant on him. His Darling doesn’t have access to their own money and instead is given an allowance. Tangerine would also insist that his Darling pay via card so he can see all transactions they have made.

Gradually Tangerine would isolate his Darling from anyone he thinks are bad influences. Initially he would constantly phone and text his Darling and would become very angry if they didn’t reply immediately and would subsequently punish them (in the bedroom) for their “neglect”. He then realised it was easier to put a tracker on their phone and cameras inside their house so he knows where they are at all times. In his mind this isn’t an invasion of privacy. Instead it’s a way to protect his Darling because she is innocent and naive and unable to make informed decisions.

He definitely chips away at their self confidence as he wants them to be completely reliant on him.

He is rarely gentle in bed with his Darling. He would never beat his Darling, but he is fascinated with the physical, mental and emotional limitations of his Darling.

100% uses their children as a way to punish his Darling by limiting contact or accusing her of being a bad mother. The latter is never true as he would never have children with someone he would deem “unworthy”, but he has found that such accusations are a good way to punish his Darling. Of course their children know nothing of these punishments.

Tangerine absolutely adores their children and thinks they can do no wrong. They are perfect because they are hers and they are his. Anyone who insults his children or his Darling have basically signed their own death warrant.

It is incredibly twisted and abusive, but Tangerine is madly in love with his Darling and wouldn’t be able to survive without her. He needs her more than she needs him, and he knows this hence his suffocating clingyness. He wants to be the centre of their world like she is the centre of his.

To outsiders their relationship looks normal. Just very very traditional. And even when their children are grown up their kids don’t see anything wrong with their parent’s marriage. And Tangerine deludes himself that his Darling is happy with their marriage. Whether she is or not is something she only knows…

Sorry for this long and dark rambling about yandere!Tangerine. But after reading your fic I have been unable to think of anything else. Again I do not condone Tangerine’s actions!!!

I absolutely loved this, such an interesting perspective on dark Tangerine.

Totally agree on the kids. Tangerine seems like he'd dote on his kids, especially if it is a little girl, and he'd be the best dad for them, teaching them how to stand up for themselves and also self-defense so they know how to protect themselves. Just imagine Tangerine losing his patience at the PTA meeting 😂

Feel like he'd really enjoy the whole idea of having the perfect marriage with reader but at the same time, he ruins it with his toxic controlling atittudes.

(also don't worry, we know that all of these dark fics and thoughts are NOT supported irl. This is just FICTION, so no one should take this seriously, please).