#gabi diamond

[moodypetrichorlove]

Rewatching Young & Hungry, and I've been wondering. Why on earth does Josh keep losing out to literally every one, every other second, when it comes to Gabi?!! It is so annoying.

He does so much for her and yet he loses. Ugh.

[gabi-trollastic]

Here's one of Glitter Bombs album that includes the special appearance of Tiffany, Fibi and Gia 💜💙💖💝💙💛🎵🌈, I had so much fun creating it specially adding glitter texture to it, I hope you like it and enjoy it, Belle belongs to @happyqueenandgrumpydork, Sapphire belongs to @sapphirecanvas, Tiffany belongs to @pinkaylaortiz and Gabi, Fibi and Gia belongs to me.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Chaotic prompt 1 with Gabi and Diamond!Reader? When it was actually Sofia

1 Did you seriously eat all my Oreos?

Gabi Diamond x brother!reader

"Y/N!" Your sister Gabi shouts at you from the kitchen.

"Gabi, you do remember you live in the smallest apartment ever right. I'm 5 feet away you don't need to shout," you say, watching a movie on her couch which you had been sleeping on for the last few days while your apartment was being fumigated.

"Did you seriously eat all my oreos," She says sternly as she stands in between you and the TV shaking an empty package of oreos in front of your face.

"Dude move this is the best part of the movie," you say trying to look around her.

"You ate my oreos Y/N," She yells again.

"I didn't eat your damn oreos besides you work for a millionaire you can just ask him to buy you more now move," you say pushing her aside like you used to when you were kids and annoying each other.

"Well if you didn't eat them than who did," she says matter of factly.

"I don't know didn't you, Sofia and Yolanda have a girls night last night, Yolanda always steals your snacks when she's been drinking," you tell her.

You had a point but there was no way Gabi was giving up now, if there was one thing she didn't like to do it was admit she was wrong, especially to her little brother.

Gabi is fuming when Sofia comes home from work and she can sense the tension in the air.

"Okay what are you two fighting about now," she sighs.

Even though you had only been there for 3 days you had gotten into at least a dozen arguments with your sister over the most ridiculous things.

"Y/N ate all my oreos! When I told him he could stay here the one thing I asked him not to do was eat my oreos," Gabi explains.

"And for the last time I didn't eat your oreos," you state.

"Liar!" She yells dramatically.

"Actually Gabi he's not lying," Sofia says awkwardly, "... I ate them last night after you and Yolanda passed out from all the wine."

"Sofia how could you," Gabi says offended.

"I'm sorry I was going to buy you a new pack on my way home and forgot!" Sofia replies.

"Told you I didn't do it," you huff, sticking your tongue out at Gabi.

If only your mom could see you and Gabi now, absolutely nothing had changed since you were young.

[gabis-jojo-fixation]

What if I just-

Started talking about my Red Line District Modern/College AU HCs for all my JoJo blorbos?

I already have revised family tree stuff for the Joestar and Brando lines.

And all the backstories.

Does anyone want in on this?

[bunieboo]

MEERA GOT KICKED OFF

[crimsonbubble]

as soon as gabby starts calling reader mom ugh i’m sure miguel starts thinking abt actually asking the reader to marry him

this is a part of my flower shop au, fics are linked in my masterlist in case you want to read them if you havent :)) (gn!reader who's called 'mom')

miguel is an emotional man

he was near tears when he heard gabi call you mom for the first time

it made him see you in a brighter light

one that highlighted your features and made your skin glow

ever since gabi called you mom, he's been thinking of how stunning you'd look in your wedding outfit

miguel can tell that gabi loves you dearly, I mean she called you mom for gods sake

but he loves thinking about the excited smile she'd have when she sees you in your pretty outfit walking down the isle

he can practically picture how he'd be crying the second he sees the door open

after dreaming about it and being slightly disheartened that there's no ring on his finger yet

he searches for hours on end for the perfect rings

wonders whether to get a big diamond or smth dainty and cute

also tries to discreetly measure your ring size

meaning he steals borrows one of your rings to take to a jeweler

[sadesluvr]

Sins of the Flesh

The one where a religious housewife fights temptation with her gardener.

(JJ Maybank x Reader)

A/N: Second JJ fic! (I haven't forgotten about The Hills!!) This was based off of Charlotte & Trey’s marriage in Sex and the City, specifically the episode where she kisses her gardener! Also, based off Gaby & John in Desperate Housewives, but less weird. Reader is literally the both of them combined, with religious guilt turned up to 100. Check the tags before reading, and minors DNI.

This is a long one, so the ending is a little rushed…Enjoy!

Also credit to @starfxkr and @dulc3vida for their lamb! readers which was a big inspo 🫶🏼✨

Word Count: 5K

Tags: SMUT / Slow burn / Themes of religion / Blasphemy / Infidelity / Cuckolding / Religious guilt / Lots of discussion about pregnancy / Misogyny, kinda / Kook! Reader / Moments of soft! JJ / Unprotected sex / Oral sex, F receiving / Creampies / Corruption & Religion kink / Dirty talk (JJ is a yapper)

Gif by @cyberpunkes !

Your dreams always started off the same.

The sun peeked through the sheer linen curtains, warm rays tickling your nose as it whispered to you that dawn had arrived. Gently, you brushed the sleep away from your eyes as you writhed amongst your silk white sheets, morning breeze making your sensitive nipples harden ever so slightly. As you awoke from your slumber, you stroked the opposite side of your bed, frowning as you found it to be empty.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, glancing around the room in search of something familiar. The hand carved dresser in the opposite corner? Check. Your Bible on the nightstand? Check. The soft, distant cries of a baby from another room? Unfamiliar.

It was always then that you’d wake up, coming to realise that your dream wasn’t so far from reality after all.

You lived on Figure Eight, a place where only the wealthiest and most desirable citizens resided in white palaces with acres of greenery surrounding them. Of course you were no exception; having married an heir to an automotive company just under a year ago.

It wasn’t as if you were unfamiliar to a life of luxury - you’d been born a preacher's daughter right up until you’d become a wife - and had always been told that God had intended for you to be more fortunate than those around you. Yes, you worshipped the crucifix, but yours had always been diamond encrusted. It was just what God wanted.

Much more than anything else, it was your duty to continue his wish by remaining a virgin until you were married, and subsequently continuing the lineage with children of your own.

Apparently, that part did not come as easy.

Hank, your husband, had insisted that it was nothing more than a case of trying, yet at every turn seemed to fail. You’d begun to have a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t a problem on your end, but his, despite his growing insistence otherwise.

Each passing day meant that your biological clock ticked away, and it was weighing on you that you were failing at the one thing you’d given most of your life towards. On days like these, the only thing that brought you peace was your garden, its lush greens and vibrant purples reminding you of the hours spent at the community garden of the chapel of your fathers church.

Things, whilst relatively breezy, just weren’t so simple anymore.

Gasping, you tightened your baby pink robe around your body as you dragged yourself out of bed, hoping to at least greet Hank with a beverage before he went to work.

You practically glided through the house as you made your way along the mahogany floors, down the grand staircase and out of the double doors, careful not to fall down the porch steps as the slight humidity hit you.

Your husband was by the steps, but he didn’t seem alone.

“Honey, I’m sorry, I —-“

You paused once you realised he was speaking to someone. A young man, with blonde hair, a loose fitting tee and shorts, was sitting on the stairs - as if he were being told off - his face seemingly lethargic and uninterested. You caught his eye as he angled to face you, and he quickly adjusted his cap, shifting the brim around so that he could see you clearer.

You flashed him a brief, somewhat uncomfortable smile before you were pulled into a side hug, with Hank placing a kiss to your lips.

“You were asleep, I didn’t want to wake you,”  Hank said softly. “We did get rather rowdy last night, didn’t we?” he murmured, and you patted his chest, not wanting an outsider to hear of such unsavoury things.

“This is the time, I feel it,” he announced before nodding at the blonde. “That’s why I’ve hired a gardener. Now I know you love your plants, and you can still go about the little things, but all that labour just isn’t going to work.” he told you. “We need you in top condition, especially once the baby arrives. The smallest things can affect our chances, you know.” he finished, and you nodded.

There was certainly no denying that Hank was a good husband. What man would want their young wife out in the North Carolina sun for upwards of two hours a day? Not to mention all of the wild plants that could’ve lurked. Even if you weren’t yet pregnant, it just made sense, right?

“I’ve given him a basic rate,” he said, adjusting his tie before lowering his voice. “Money’s on the table and our valuables are in the safe. He’s one of those Pogues…just watch him, you know how they are.” Hank warned quietly, but loud enough to assert dominance.

With a final kiss he was off, and you were left with the strange Pogue boy on the front porch. As odd as it sounded, perhaps the boy’s presence would be a blessing, for as much as you loved solitude, it was rather lonely at times. You supposed it would give you something to do.

“Blink twice if you need help,” a cool voice said, causing you to whip your head towards it. You hadn’t noticed that the blonde had been staring at you, nor that you’d been momentarily zoned out. 

“Kidding, I know how you Kooks operate…” he said, vaguely judgmental as he stood to his feet. Even though he was on the step below you, you couldn’t help but notice that he was bigger than you, in height and muscle, making you step back in shock and bunching your robe up in your hands.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, Lady. I’m just here for the money. ‘Names JJ by the way,” he said, and you were surprised to see him stick out his hand.

Regaining your senses, you shook it back, giving him your name and a soft smile. He didn’t respond, instead allowing for a smirk to appear across his face before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“So, uh, where d’ya want me to start?”

༼ ♰ ༽

The first time you’d had an unsavoury encounter with JJ Maybank had actually been later that day. The boy hadn’t been shy - in the slightest - about staring at you, peeking over the bushes as he watched you prune your bonsai on the deck, face as close as possible to its leaves as you made sure it was immaculate. Unfortunately, this had meant that you were hunched over, giving the blonde a view of the top of your cleavage; not enough to be considered adulterous, but enough to tempt him into some lewd thoughts.

You’d made eye contact with him, and he’d made no effort to break it with yours, instead smirking and flashing you a disingenuous nod. Pursing your lips, you remembered the look in his eye; as if he were trying to figure you out and yet simultaneously seeing right through you. Being a preacher's daughter, it was a look you’d been given a thousand times before, and yet you’d never been so unsure of its intentions until now. Perhaps it was because he was a Pogue boy, and you were a Kook housewife, alone in a house together whilst your husband was at least an hour away. You’d heard all the stories about their savagery; how life in The Cut was so brutal that everyone was on edge, just waiting for an opportunity to go off.

What was JJ capable of? Would you be a good enough wife and Catholic to withstand it? 

More importantly, why did it worry you so?

“...The bush is lovely, by the way.”

His voice drew you from your thoughts.

“Excuse me?” you blinked.

“Your bush,” JJ said with a grin, pointing to the plant in front of you. “It’s all nice and shit. It’s trimmed perfectly,” he mused. “Either you’ve got a lot of time or you just have magic hands…That’s because of all your Jesus stuff, right?”

You sucked in a breath.

“I adore plants,” you said rather bluntly. “They keep me busy.”

“Funny. I usually prefer to smoke mine…I guess you don’t have much going on anyway,” he continued, dropping the hedge scissors to his side as he stopped his motions, giving you his full attention. “Other than what? Look pretty and have babies? You Kooks are swimming in so much you don’t even know where to begin —“

“Are you rather done?” You interjected, ignoring the fact that he’d complimented you. “We’re not paying you to talk.”

JJ chuckled and scratched the back of his head, seemingly enjoying your outburst.

“Hey,” he shrugged. “What your old man doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

༼ ♰ ༽

The other time came after a particularly strenuous lunch with Hank’s parents at the country club. As expected, you were met with the question of grandchildren, to which all you could do was nod and drink your sweet tea, insisting that you were “praying to God”. Of course, that wasn’t an entire lie within itself, but the nature of your prayer was much more defamatory to their very son - something that would make your father’s head spin with utter disgust if he’d ever heard. All of the trying, near misses and downright failures were beginning to take a toll on you, and the deepest, most hidden parts of yourself were questioning whether you wanted a baby at all.

Sighing, you remembered how you barely had had a break, as the moment you’d taken your heels off JJ had arrived - surprisingly on time - ready to get to work. It had seemed like he’d just come from the beach; his signature cap jumbled around his blonde locks and his button up rather undone, exposing his toned chest. Whether it had been from the droplets of the ocean, or beads of sweat from the long journey up, you found yourself strangely enticed by the condensation on his chest, only visible when illuminated by the sun, as if it were his own spotlight.

“Afternoon, ma’am,” JJ nodded, flashing you one of his signature cheeky smiles. You mustered a soft, vaguely curt smile, instead taking interest in his necklace. 

“Shark tooth,” he said, watching you with wide eyes. “I think it’s pretty cool, but I don’t think it would match with your getup…Those things eat girls like you alive,” he finished, running his tongue over his lips as he let out a smooth hum. 

Surprisingly, you laughed.

“I’m not a girl, JJ,” you insisted. “I’m a woman,”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, shifting his weight as he glanced at you, a distant, but glossy look in his eye. “You may be married, but you’re still just a little girl playing make-believe…You and I both know something’s missing.” he finished assuredly, cocking a brow knowingly. 

Instead, you bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head.

“Nothing’s missing,” you said through gritted teeth. “And even if it were, it’s between me and my husband.”

“And God?”

You tutted. 

“And God.”

You could hear him chuckle at this, and imagined his cheeky smile as you turned to make your way into the house, with JJ following after you, parting off into the garden as you disappeared into another room. 

You didn’t know how long later; perhaps thirty minutes or five, but you found yourself by the window to the back door, watching JJ through the sheer curtains as you took in his physique, specifically his lithe fingers and firm grip as they pushed the lawnmower. For some reason, he’d stripped his shirt off, and there was no denying that the sight was making you forget about your terrible afternoon, much more causing a tingling in your loins. You knew all too well that it was the feeling of sin.

Distracted, you hadn’t realised that JJ had caught you looking. He grinned, nodding his head in your erection before he hunched over the handle, flexing his chest muscles in the process.

“I hope you don’t mind, it's pretty hot out here,” he shrugged, a brazen glimmer in his eye before he glanced down at his body, and back up at you. “Plus, I know you liked the look of my necklace, so…”

༼ ♰ ༽

“This is the third smoke sesh you’ve almost missed,” John B said, brow raised as Sarah nodded. “What’s up with that?”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down on a chair next to Pope and leisurely cracked open a beer. Around him were faces of intrigue; though more concerned if anything (given his nature), and he tapped an index finger on his lips.

“Getting some of that sweet Kook cash, my friend,” he drawled. “You all should try it sometime,”

“Since when do you work overtime?” Kie snorted, cocking her head.

“Since the day I found out that the business dude's wife is a total MILF,” JJ shrugged, rolling a blunt. “And she’s not even pregnant yet!”

Kie and Sarah scoffed and rolled their eyes, with the tanned girl flicking her hair back before she spoke.

“You know she’s only like, 26, 27? Hank’s like 45 or something, it’s kinda weird…” Sarah said leisurely. “She seems sweet though, even if all the other wives are weird about her,”

JJ excitedly slapped the table before raising his hands in victory.

“So I’m in!” He declared before turning to Pope, who was, if not a little uncomfortable, certainly wide eyed. “I’m telling you, man, say the word and I can get you in on this. It’s like those movies, y’know? Except it’s way hotter because she’s like super religious and is practically a virgin…You should see the dresses she wears - oh, man - they’re like all girly and proper…She’s like the First Lady, bro — I’m telling you, I’m like, in love with her —“

Pope shook his head.

“...That’s not love, dude.” 

“It’s gotta be, cause we haven’t even hooked up yet,”

“Yet? She’s married!” Kie exclaimed.

“Marriage doesn’t mean shit, trust me,” JJ shrugged, leaning back as his legs bounced uncontrollably. “I’m this close!” he said, making a motion with his fingers.

“Hank will literally kill you!” Pope spluttered. “And by de facto that probably means us too!”

JJ shrugged, thinking of the way the sweetheart neckline of your sundresses clung to your chest and rode ever so slightly up your thigh as you’d sit down.

“Hey, of all the ways I could die, that would definitely not be the worst,”

༼ ♰ ༽

“Did you take it properly?”

“Yes, Hank,” you sighed, masking your frustration as much as possible. “It’s negative. Perhaps we should wait a while, maybe a family isn’t part of our journey yet —“

“Nonsense,” he interrupted, wiping his hand across his mouth. “We’re inviting the pastor over this Sunday and we’re talking this out. It may be embarrassing but…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to him much longer. What more was there to say? You’d tried every diet, been to every specialist and had tried some rather strenuous positions in bed all to knock you up, and yet somehow it was still a problem on your end. Hank was a stubborn man, and no amount of prayer would change that.

Instead, you noticed JJ, leisurely cutting at your rose bush as he listened into your conversation, his head cocked and jaw clenched. He was dressed in one of his vests; the sides split dangerously low as they exposed his muscular arms and toned stomach, and you hated how much you wanted Hank to leave right there and then so he could peel it off and work shirtless. From your usual view by the window you never noticed how impressive his legs were either; how his calves curved perfectly as they rose up and disappeared into the material of his shorts, nor how they rode up slightly when he’d bend down, exposing his large thighs. He reminded you of all those boys - the ‘charlatans’ who, according to your father, only wanted you for one thing. 

It was painfully ironic that this was the one thing you were craving.

Hank was still talking - though the subject had inexplicably changed - when you noticed that JJ was staring at his index finger, squeezing it as red liquid oozed from his fingertip. Your eyes widened, and you seized the opportunity to finally send Hank away.

“Bandages are in the bathroom under the stairs,” you said, turning to the blonde, and breaking the older man from his thoughts. JJ nodded and walked off, all under the watchful eye of your husband.

“You shouldn’t let him in there alone,” he murmured, and you sighed, distracting yourself by fixing his collar.

“He’s been with us for three months now…I trust him,” you said softly with a shrug.

Hank grunted.

“Maybe if you stop talking, I could go in there and supervise him.” you said with a soft, inconspicuous chuckle. He seemed to get the point, and you quickly said your goodbyes, sending him off with a custom kiss to his lips. On all the other days you’d done this, it had felt special, but today it was noticeably empty. Perhaps you needed the pastor more than you’d thought.

As expected, JJ hadn’t returned outside, instead leaning over the marble countertops of your island, a bloodied tissue balled up in front of him. He looked a little different than he did in the direct sun; possibly due to the golden haze affecting your vision (and judgement), as the cool tones of the interior made the cerulean of his irises pop just a little more, showing off his pupils, widened under the wanting glaze in his eyes. You never felt scared around JJ - rather the opposite - but his fixed gaze and silence in the moment was particularly ominous. 

“...How’s your hand?” you said, clearing your throat.

“Fine,” he mumbled, glancing down at them before looking up. “I’ve had worse,”

“Let me see,” you announced, walking around the island to sit next to him, closing the gap between you. You took his lithe fingers in your own, analysing how red and raw his knuckles were. For a young man, his hands were somewhat aged; likely because of his life as a rogue, which both somewhat scared you and made you sympathise with him more. 

Fixating on his finger, you tried to ignore the way he leaned into you, shifting his weight so that he appeared taller, the warm skin of his arms pressing against your own. He smelt fresh, if not admittedly a little musty, and the smell mingled with your own daisy perfume, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’ve got a splinter,” you continued. “This has to be removed or it could get infected —“

“It’s not —“ JJ said defensively, and you cut him off with pleading eyes.

“Please, I insist,”

He softened, nodding his head before you moved around the room to find your first aid kit. You’d done it with such ease; as if you were some kind of Mary Poppins - or better yet the Virgin Mary - and he suddenly couldn’t seem to figure out whether he wanted to take advantage of your kindness, or be on the receiving end of it. As much as his cock throbbed at the idea of fucking the repressed, religious housewife and cucking her POS husband, he couldn’t help but think of all the times he’d fallen - literally and metaphorically - and all the times his ‘dad’ had hit on him, ultimately coming back to how much he’d needed someone to nurse his wounds. In an alternate world, you could’ve been that somebody, but he was lucky enough to have his friends.

Once you'd made your way back to him, you sat down on one of the stools, careful as you handled his slightly swollen finger, going through the motions of wiping it with antiseptic before you began to poke at the skin with tweezers.

Moments passed, and you’d spent it in silence.

“Any luck?” JJ perked up.

You nodded and wiped the tweezers on a section of gauze.

“It’s all out now, just make sure it’s cov—“

“With the baby,” he said, cutting you off. Your blood ran cold, and you dropped his hand, staring him in the eye. Part of you was mortified, no matter how obvious it had been that JJ was listening in earlier. 

“That is far too inappropriate to talk about with you,” you stammered.“And it’s really none of your business,”

JJ pursed his lips and flexed his limbs as he watched you scramble. It was as if this were amusing to him.

“My bad,” he snorted. “I just think he’s an asshole, y’know, and you’re so good to me…” he said, pausing to run his tongue over his lips as he stared at you. “Other than the money, why are you with him? Isn’t the whole point of the Bible to be nice to people and stuff?”

Pitifully, you chuckled at his childishness as you shook your head.

“It’s also about being a provider. He loves me, JJ, he really does —“

“Yeah, ‘cause you being a virgin had nothing to do with it…” he spat, causing you to anxiously tug at your crucifix,  “He can’t even give you a baby,”

“…I mean, that’s the thing you want most, right? What does it say that he can’t even give that to you?”

The statement rang true in your head as you ran your palms down the sides of your sundress, strangely desperate to hit something. Was that the right emotion? You couldn’t tell; you just knew that your body was hot, your heart racing as the pulse of blood flooded your ears, and there was an inexplicable urge to surrender, even though you wanted to run. You couldn’t even face the boy as you spoke, instead beginning to make your way out of the room.

“JJ…I-I think you should go…” you stammered, burying your face in your hands as you left, the sound of JJ’s boots hitting your marble floors telling you that you weren’t going to be alone anytime soon. He shook his head and bit his lip in frustration as he followed after you into the sunroom.

“Hey, wait — fuck — I didn’t mean —“

“JJ please!” You begged, facing him as your chest heaved and your eyes were as wide as saucers. You shouldn’t have strolled into here; the heat that poured in from the glass was unbearable, and you longed to open the doors and indulge in the feeling of cool air. If you could just do that, perhaps you’d feel better? If not, you’d certainly be seeing the Reverend about a dip in the water of penance.

Either way, everything was too much, and you had no clue about just how much worse things were about to get.

“You’re not crying, are you?”

“No,” you sighed. “I-I just feel awful. I’m a horrible person, I’m going to hell, I –”

You wanted to fight against the fact that JJ had pulled you into a hug, but as you buried your face into his neck you felt otherwise. There was something strangely arousing about his musky smell, and judging by the feeling of his cock against your thigh, he felt the same.

As if you didn’t know that.

“Shh, it’s okay…You’re fine…” he whispered, pulling away to glance down at you, gauging your reaction. “Let me take care of you…”

“JJ, I can’t —“

Your words were swallowed by his kiss; his lips hungry as they attacked your own, whilst his hands invaded your body, planting themselves on your hips before moving down to grope your ass. You let out a soft moan as he gave it a gentle squeeze before he made his way back up to your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He pulled away, eyes burning into your own longingly, yet still a little dumbfounded; and stayed there, his grip unwavering.

“I’m dying for you, Mama,” he said earnestly, gaze flickering down to your heaving bosom, your crucifix twinkling in the sunlight. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, ‘kay?”

You nodded as you peeled the straps of your dress down your shoulders, heart pounding as you revealed yourself to a man who was not your husband - and yet it felt like your wedding night all over again.

JJ sucked in a breath as he watched you undress, unable to hide his smirk as he shifted off his shorts with ease and palmed his cock through his boxers. He could see the outline of your nipples peeking through the lacy, baby pink material, and knew that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself once he had his hands on you. Fuck, he could barely even do it now.

“C’mere,” he commanded, silver rings glistening as he beckoned you over. A heat began to pool in your stomach as you walked over to him; sensually, reverently, skin breaking into goosebumps as his fingers danced along the skin of your back, swiftly unhooking the material of your bra. You were straddling him now, running your fingers through his tousled hair as you kissed him, gently grinding along his clothed cock and making JJ let out a soft groan. He revelled in the feeling of your warm skin against his own, and slid his hands down your body to grasp your hips, pushing them down with gentle force against his pelvis.

“JJ…” you gasped. Your heart fluttered, not ready to accept the fact that you were about to take another man’s cock - one that was longer, and probably far more satisfactory. “It’s –”

He shushed you again.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you…Just let go…” 

You couldn’t deny how good the act of dry humping felt, the folds of your aching clit tangible through the sheer material of your panties as his cock traced and embedded on your core; a blob of precum spreading across your inner thighs. JJ’s pink lips were latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting at your skin, determined to leave a mark.

He wanted your husband to see that his property had been defiled - by a Pogue boy no less - all under the watchful eye of God.

After a few moments, he flipped you, your head falling to the other side of the couch as you now found him on top of you, his necklace dangling in your face as he gazed down at you.

“ ‘He ever eaten you out before?” he said snarkily.

“…Huh?”

“Didn’t think so,” 

Before you knew it, he’d disappeared between your legs, sliding your panties down in a swift manner and burying his tongue inside of you. He hadn’t given you any warning, but the hot, wet sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. 

JJ was touching you like no man had ever before; using his mouth and hands to explore your crevice, flicking and lapping at the obscene amount of juices that coated your folds. You whimpered and gripped a pillow, frantic to find some sense of security - only for JJ to pull it from you, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“Nuh-uh,” he began, his voice muffled. “Fuck the pillow. You hold onto me, baby…” he drawled, a hand sliding under your ass and onto the curve of your lower back to angle you higher; silver rings digging into your skin as he held you there. Biting your lip, you fought the urge to blaspheme and laced your fingers through his hair, digging at his roots as he fucked you with his tongue, searching for that oh-so sweet spot.

“You taste so good, Mama…” JJ cooed, lost in your walls, borderline breathless from the way you were squeezing his head between your thighs and drawing him deeper. “…I bet that pussy feels like heaven,”

Perhaps it was the mention of paradise, but his dirty talk sent you over the edge. It was as if you’d been shocked; as if an electrifying pulse of light had run through you, making your back arch and toes curl, swallowing JJ’s face whole. 

It was incredibly obscene. 

You’d barely caught your breath when JJ had climbed back up, indulging you in a passionate kiss and smearing your juices all over your face. Tracing your fingers down his spine, you didn’t break eye contact with him as you pushed down his boxers with one hand and palming his aching cock. It was somewhat heavy with a considerable length, and he chuckled as you shut your eyes and said a silent prayer - not only for what you were about to do, but just how much you were going to enjoy it.

“Hold still,” JJ commanded, breaths shaky as he began to push into you. “‘Imma give you what you want baby…Fuck –”

JJ was loud, but you didn’t care.

It was all too overstimulating; from the dull pain that came from your legs spread so pornographically as they dangled off of his shoulders, to the sound of his pelvis slapping against your own as he rutted into you. You left graceful scars along his back as your manicured nails dug into his sun-kissed skin, crawling at him as you begged for him to go deeper.

“You like this, huh? I know Jesus probably wouldn’t be too happy about this, but pretty girls like you deserve to get what they want…Shit…” he groaned, sliding in and out of you with ease. “Besides, if I give you a baby it’s just me being a good neighbour, right?”

A baby.

That had been the whole reason for your foul mood as of late.

Would Hank ever know? Could you explain it away? How could you function with JJ still around? Your family, your friends…God? How could you ever atone for such a sin?

Realistically, none of that mattered now. Especially not when JJ was fucking you like a rabbit; his hair buried in the crook of your neck and his legs bent as he pressed you into the sofa, yearning to consume you. 

“JJ…” you whined, “I think I’m gonna –”

“Shit, me too baby,” he groaned. “This pussy is so fucking good…Just swallowing me up ‘n shit — I should’ve started working earlier…”

His balls were slapping against your skin now, and you began to see white as he fucked into you, his tip hitting your sweet spot and making you clench around him, legs trembling as you came. It wasn’t too long until he followed after you, your clear juices mixing with his hot cum as he continued to fuck you, rolling his hips in a slow but sensual manner as he made sure you felt - and were filled - with every inch of him.

Which was why it wasn’t surprising that you found yourself pregnant two weeks later.

EPILOGUE.

[youremyheaven]

The Pisces Quest for Glamour

I had made posts about Rahuvian fashion & style and how Rahuvians seem to prefer a very loud, eclectic, vibrant, mix-matchy style. This is a general pattern and not a strict one that every Rahuvian will relate to. Its possible to be Rahuvian and not fit into this style at all (Margot Robbie, Mila Kunis both Swati Moon, who have a more laidback style come to mind). But for this post, I thought I'd explore Pisces natives (UBP & Revati) and how they seem to often prefer a very old school, glamorous almost old Hollywood-like style. They like timeless, classic pieces and are very sophisticated when it comes to fashion.

Angelina Jolie, Revati Moon

I think "quiet luxury" or "chic" style is exemplified by Pisces natives and tbh no one does this better than Miss Angelina Jolie. She's uber stylish, understated but super cool

Taehyung, Revati Moon

Taehyung has many different styles tbh but he is kind of known for his crisp classic European-esque style, very chic, very 🤌🏼

Pisces fashion can also be very feminine, very girly, very glamorous and here are some examples of that:

Salma Hayek, UBP Moon

Salma is always dressed to the 9s and that is on her UBP Moon.

Mariah Carey, UBP Sun

Miss Ma'am Mariah is known for her love of diamonds and old Hollywood glamour. She's always retained her hyperfeminine glamdoll style regardless of the changing trends.

Janhvi Kapoor, Ketu in UBP

oopsies her head is cut out in some of these pics lol but Janhvi refuses to wear anything that isn't sparkly, shimmery or bodycon lol

its very glamorous in a tacky ish way i guess

Gabi DeMartino, Venus in Revati

Ik she's hella problematic, I'm only including her bc of her girly girl glam style. Venus is creativity/beauty etc so we often channel our Venus when we style ourselves which is why I've included her even tho she does not have big 3 pisces

Anya Taylor Joy, UBP/Revati Moon (Mars & Ketu in Revati)

I'd say Anya is one of the only younger actresses who do glamour well and she has an edgy, avant garde spin on glamour too. And that's on her Pisces stellium<33

Rooney Mara, UBP Moon/Mercury/Venus

Another person who has a very classic, chic style but is more subdued than Anya is Rooney who also has a Pisces stellium.

only 30 images are allowed per post so there will be a part 2 <33

[lazyjellyfish300]

An Easter Eggs Benedict Engagement🍳💍🌷🐰

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader S/O

Synopsis: Easter breakfast with Miguel and Gabi! They have a heartwarming surprise for you. 🥰 part 3 of my Easter proposal mini series🐰💍💝 (these are all separate, unrelated stories but each one has a happy ending and cute twist) You don't have to celebrate Easter to enjoy the story. 💜 Word count 1.1k

Easter proposal masterlist

CW: none, just fluffy

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You watched Gabi with a warm smile as she happily giggled at the large Easter basket waiting for her on the kitchen table, reaching down to hand her the Easter quartet of bunny squishmallows you and Miguel picked out for her

"Thank youuuuu!" Gabi squealed, practically in tears at all her beautiful presents.

Miguel smiled, walking from behind the kitchen island where he was cooking breakfast to give her a kiss on the head. "Feliz Pascua, mijita..." (Happy Easter my little daughter)

"Gracias, papá, te amo..." (Thank you, papa I love you)

Gabi runs across the kitchen and hugs your legs. "And I love you!"

"Awh...." You feel your heart utterly melt faster than a chocolate egg. "I love you too, princess. I'm so happy you love your presents!"

"We got something for you too, silly!" Gabi says, resting her chin in her hands as she looks up at you from where she's leaning against your lap.

"Oh?" Your eyes flicker quickly to Miguel who quickly goes from making a zipper motion over his lips to trying to act neutral. Your eyes narrow playfully.

"Does your daddy know about this gift?"

Gabi gasps and covers her mouth. "Wait, no! It's a surprise!"

"Allllright..." Miguel sighs and walks over to both of you. He bends down, whispering something to Gabi, who nods and runs out of the room giggling. "Watch the eggs for me, will you honey?" Miguel winks at you and you laugh, shaking your head and crossing your arms as you walk to the stove, eyeing the eggs so they don't burn.

"You two are killing me!"

Gabi returns with a proud smile on her face as she hands you a small cardboard box with shimmery green fake grass. In the middle, is a gorgeous, hand painted egg made of a thin material. It's white with little pink flowers and red roses adorning it, complete with green vines running delicately in orate patterns around it.

"You painted this?" You ask softly, your soul enormously touched at the heartfelt gesture.

"Mhmm!" Gabi answers, head held high with pride. "Papá can't paint to save his life, so I did it!" She grins, her adorable smile missing one of her front teeth.

Miguel grins bashfully from the kitchen, slowly walking to stand by your side.

"You're supposed to crack it!" Gabi says crossing her arms.

"Wha-?" You look concerned at Miguel. "It's too pretty to just break..."

Gabi waves you off. "I have like a gazillion of them in my room. Don't you wanna know the big surprise?"

You look at Miguel, who gives you a nod of reassurance, and, with a nervous smile, you gently crack the egg against the kitchen counter. Your mouth falls open at its shiny contents. Out tumbles a square cut, shiny white gold diamond ring. As soon as you look up, Miguel is down on one knee and Gabi is silently squealing, jumping up and down in the corner.

Source: Pinterest

"My love?" Miguel takes your hand in his, you shudder and let out a loud sob, clapping your free hand across your face when you realize this is for real.

Miguel's own eyes become shiny with his own window of tears that threaten to leak when he sees your reaction. His voice is thick with emotion, but he manages to keep it steady. "I don't want to be without you any longer..."

He takes a deep breath. "You mean the world to me and Gabi. Our family would not be complete, if you were not a part of it." He takes the ring carefully in his fingers. "I know that the promise we make in our hearts to one another well surpasses the ring, the certificate, and the worldly, tangible symbols of our love...but, I want to make this permanent. I want to ask you to be mine in the most lasting way I can. By making you my spouse. My forever companion. So sweetheart..."

You close your eyes, a huge smile erupting on your face through your tears as he brings the ring just over the tip of your finger.

"Marry me?" He asks, his voice hovering just above a whisper, the words he utters nearly brings you to your knees. The feeling of bliss that only barely started to brush the surface of being close to this one was when he told you he loved you for the first time. That beautiful night in the rain outside your favorite coffee shop when you kissed, not minding that you were completely soaked.

Now, you stood locked in a tender embrace in your kitchen, hugging this man who was going to be your husband, uttering the word, "Yes" what felt like a thousand times. Saying it as if every time it left your lips, it wasn't nearly strong enough to convey how devoted, how utterly in love you found yourself with this man. You both make space for Gabi as she wedges herself in between you. This beautiful, happy, family of three celebrating what's sure to become an Easter to remember.

Miguel finishes cooking your breakfast: Eggs Benedict with regular bacon in place of ham atop two buttery, flaky English muffins, California style with neat slices of avocado and tomato and a healthy dollop of creamy hollandaise and a garnish of fresh chives. For the side: crispy hashbrowns and freshly cut strawberries and juicy grapes.

Your mouth waters as you take a bite. Miguel flashes you a dazzling smile at your approval of his cooking. You sip your coffee and take Miguel's hand in yours in quiet gratitude. His lips gently graze your left hand just above where your gorgeous ring sits in its permanent spot. He gives your hand three squeezes. I love you.

You answer with four. I love you more. Miguel smiles, pressing one more kiss to your hand then turning his attention to a chatty Gabriela, nodding and humming attentively to his little girl as he gently rubs your thigh.

Even though this was a big step for all of you, the truth is you've been a family for ages. Your heart flutters with a wave of bliss as the hot food and coffee warms you from the inside out, leaning on the arm of your devoted husband-to-be as you watch your lovely daughter sit her squishmallows on the empty chair next to her so they can enjoy Easter breakfast too.

The ruby of Miguel's eyes and the gentle sound of his voice keeps you grounded in this blissful reality that only seemed like a dream. Your own little piece of heaven on a joyous Spring morning.

A tranquil rain shower began to kiss the tender petals of the pink tulips that Miguel bought you that sat in a planter on the patio; its new blossoms symbolizing this promising life you were beginning together as the late March Easter rain made its landfall.

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[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 23

Description: You and Gabi wait and try to work through what just happened, while Miguel faces his ex-wife.

Pt 24

You sit on your couch, Gabi fast asleep, her head in your lap, as you stare at the ring on your finger. It’s beautiful, Miguel’s grandmother’s he said. Cushion cut diamond, set in a sturdy silver band, it’s got to be two, maybe three carats? It’s a rock, and you’re flattered that Miguel wanted you to have such a beautiful piece of his family’s history.

It catches the low light as you turn your hand side to side, your TV playing some random sitcom at a low volume.

You look down at Gabi. You helped her wash her face, the tear tracks gone, and she clings tightly to her stuffed bear, her breathing soft and even. Poor thing tired herself out crying.

You let out a slow breath, trying to banish the lingering terror from your veins. You almost died, well maybe not, but if Miguel hadn’t been there…no, it won’t do you any good to dwell on what could have happened. You’re safe, Gabi’s safe, Victoria’s safe, and you’re engaged.

Holy shit, you’re engaged. To a man you’ve been dating for not very long at all. Sure, you’ve known Miguel for much longer than you’ve been dating, but still…

“Mamá, tengo miedo.” Gabi mumbles, tossing and turning, her brows furrowing. Trsl: Mom, I'm scared.

“Gabi?” You call softly, carding your fingers through her hair.

“¿Mamá?” Gabi begins to cry, burying her face in her stuffed bear.

“Gabi, honey, it’s okay.” You whisper, brushing away her tears, waiting for her eyes to open. You don’t want to startle her awake, it’ll only make it worse.

It breaks your heart to watch Gabi cry in her sleep, and you wish you could just take all her fears from her, but you can’t. “It’s okay sweetheart, I’m here, you’re safe.”

After a few more moments, Gabi jolts awake, her eyes scanning the room before they fall on you. Her big brown eyes fill with tears, and she flings her arms around your neck, burying her face in your sweatshirt covered chest.

“Oh, honey, did you have a nightmare?” You ask, rubbing her back soothingly.

She nods. “Papá never came to get us, then the bad man took you.” She cries, her finger bunching in the back of your sweatshirt.

“Sweetheart…it’s okay, we’re safe, the bad man is gone.” You reassure her, hugging her tightly.

“Okay.” Gabi sniffles, snuggling into you.

“Everything’s okay, and soon your dad is going to be back, and then we can all talk and get all this figured out.” You tell her, smiling when she begins to fidget with the ring on your finger.

“¿Mamá?” Gabi asks after a while of the two of you sitting in silence watching the TV.

“Yeah?” You bit back a smile, your heart feeling like it could burst at the sound of Gabi calling you, mom.

“Can I be the flowergirl at you and papá’s wedding?”

This girl has a one-track mind.

“Sure sweetheart.”

“Okay yay.” Gabi says tiredly, snuggling back into you, her eyelids drooping.

“Good to sleep, baby bug, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You promise, pressing a kiss to Gabi’s forehead.

You’ve taken to referring to Gabi as ‘baby bug’ in your head ever since you found out Miguel was Spiderman, you never wanted to overstep. But now…

“Goodnight mamá.” Gabi whispers, already half asleep.

You’re her mom, you’ve been her mom since the day she stepped foot in your classroom, you don’t want to pretend that’s not the case anymore. You’re not going to.

Miguel drags a hand down his face, preparing to face Ava. He hasn’t seen her since Gabi was a baby. Well, he has never seen this Ava, she was already long gone when he replaced this universe’s Miguel. He runs through the recordings and journals the other Miguel left behind, trying to remember every detail about this heartless woman.

She left Miguel when Gabi was a baby, ran off to California with some surfer dude named Kyle, told Miguel she never wanted to see Gabi again, that she never wanted a child, never even loved him.

All daggers to the other Miguel’s heart, but he isn’t here. Miguel isn’t worried about any emotional attachments, any guilt-tripping, he loves you. Only you. No woman could ever come between that.

He opens the door and Ava steps in.

Her hair is shorter than that of the Ava he knew, but besides that, she looks the same.

“Miguel.” She says, raking her eyes up and down his form.

“Ava.” He replies, his face set in a neutral expression, his tone betraying nothing but contempt.

“Where’s my baby?” Ava asks, looking past him and into his darkened apartment.

“My daughter is with my fiancée. You won’t be seeing either of them tonight, or ever.”

Ava rolls her eyes. “You can’t keep Gabriella from me, I’m her mother.”

“You relinquished your paternal rights, I can and will keep her from you.” Miguel crossed his arms over his chest, staring her down.

“Miggy, come on, you know I was just kidding.” Ava goes to put her hand on his bicep, but he takes a step back.

“Don’t call me that.”

Ava takes a step forward, then another, until she’s got his back to the wall, a sliver of light coming in through the half-closed door. “Come on, let me make this up to you.”

“I have a fiancée.” He reminds her, his jaw set.

“So? I won’t tell if you won’t.” She says teasingly, trailing her hand down his chest, his abdomen, then settles over his cock.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Miguel, come on, I know you love it when I do this.” She smiles teasingly, squeezing his cock.

He grabs her hand and wrenches it off him. “I said, don’t touch me.”

She huffs and her eyes go cold. “You’re such a dick, Miguel, this is why I had to leave.”

He scoffs. “Because I won’t let you sexually manipulate me?”

“You always twist my words around!”

Miguel laughs humorlessly. “Sure, Ava, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He glances around. “Where Kyle? He didn’t want to come on this pointless venture of yours?”

Ava rolls her shoulders back. “Kyle and I are on a break.”

“Let me guess, he found another married woman to fuck.”

Ava’s lips turn into a thin line. “We’re working out some issues.”

Miguel shakes his head and pulls the door fully open, motioning for her to exit. “And I don’t want your issues to affect Gabi, so go Ava. I respected your wishes, I didn’t bother you, didn’t beg you to come back, and I stopped asking you to see Gabi, like you wanted. So leave, now.”

Ava throws him an angry look over her shoulder and storms out. “You can’t stay away from me, Miguel; you’ve never been able to. You’ll see.”

You ease Gabi onto the couch when you hear a knocking at your balcony door. Miguel is standing there, his perfect lips pulled into a frown.

You pad over to the glass doors and slide them open. “Everything alright?”

Miguel sighs and massages his temples. “Ava wanted to see Gabi, I told her no. She relinquished her parental rights years ago, she has no leg to stand on.”

You smile sadly at him. “I’m sorry, that must have been hard.”

He shakes his head. “It’s good she’s not in our lives, besides, she tried to persuade me with her hand on my cock.” His eyes dart to Gabi who is still sleeping peacefully.

An ungodly amount of rage flares through you. “What?”

Miguel cups your face. “Don’t worry mi vida, nothing happened, I stopped it immediately.”

“Okay, good.” You huff, biting your lip when your eyes meet Miguel’s.

“My pretty fiancée, were you worried about me?” He teases, his eyes dropping to your lips.

A shiver rolls through you at the word fiancée.

“Were you worried someone could steal me away? No, cariño, no one could take me from you.” He kisses you gently, teasingly, a smile on his lips as he says the words.

“They better not.” You grumble, wrapping your arms around Miguel’s neck and pulling him back down to kiss you again. And if a few murderous thoughts run through your head, Miguel doesn’t need to know that they’re just thoughts, right…?

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Benji x male diamond reader with “not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips” from 100 different kisses.

Benji Rodriguez x male!reader

*so I totally missed the Diamond reader part of the request until just now as I'm getting this ready to post so sorry!*

“Okay so remember Sofia thinks you're just my roommate so no getting handsy or calling me babe or-” Benji rambles nervously as you stand in front of his sisters apartment building, “Y/N are you listening to me?”

Your focus is set on his lips, watching him speak but the words barely registering to your ears, “yeah babe, roommates got it.”

“Y/N I'm serious, I'm not ready to come out to Sofia yet,” he says.

“Benj,” you say setting your luggage on the ground so you can put your hands on his shoulders to comfort him, “you don't need to come out until you're ready but everything you've told me about Sofia makes it seem like she would have no problem with you being gay… and besides, she's living in San Francisco with her best friend are you sure they are just ‘roommates’.”

Benji laughs at your joke, his body relaxing from your touch, “it's been so hard keeping this part of my life a secret from her, I mean we've been together for over a year and all I want to do is talk to Sofia about my amazing boyfriend.”

“Well can your amazing boyfriend get one last kiss before we have to play straight for the weekend?” You smirk with your eyes glancing down to his lips again.

Benji looks around to make sure no one would see you and smiles, leaning in to kiss you sweetly.

“Come on, if we don't get up there soon Sofia is gonna report us missing,” he says feeling a bit more relaxed.

“You're joking right? She wouldn't actually report us missing? You texted her when we got to the airport, when we were boarding the plane, when we landed and when we got into our uber,” you question.

He just laughs, kissing you one more time before you head up to his sister's apartment where you make your introductions.

You and Benji are setting your bags down inside when you overhear Gabi whisper to Sofia, “when did your little brother get so hot?? And how is he roommate so hot too??”

“Gabi you are not allowed to hit on Benji or his roommate,” you hear Sofia snap which makes you smile to yourself.

This was sure going to be an interesting weekend.

[gabis-jojo-fixation]

Welcome!!

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It's me, your friendly neighbourhood Gabi from over on @splendidred05, and I'm happy to announce I now have a JoJo blog!

Now, I'm most familiar with Parts 3 through 5, but I do know the basics of what happens in the other parts. I will be using this blog to talk about canon stuff, headcanons, and stuff for my crossover and AU projects involving the cast (BATTLEGROUNDS, Red Line District, etc.)

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ABOUT THE MOD:

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They/Them

Aroace

Autistic

Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Cat person

Metalhead

Lostwave enthusiast

Minecrafter

Uses CB code regularly

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WILL WRITE/DRAW:

Gore/blood/violence

Implied spiciness

Angst

Fluff

Shipping/headcanons

Dark themes

WON'T WRITE/DRAW

Explicit NSFW

X Reader

Other people's OCs x Canon (unless it's for someone I know well or for a trade)

Anything problematic/gross being portprayed in a positive light. (Incest, pedophilia, bestiality, etc.)

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MY SHIPS:

Past Joseph x Caesar (ANGSTTT)

Joseph x Suzi Q

QPR Jotaro x Kakyoin

Avdol x Polnareff (Domestic Softnesss)

Josuke x Okuyasu

Bruno x Abbacchio

Sorbet x Gelato (Obvi 😁)

Risotto x Prosciutto (Stoic ace x disaster gay for life)

Melone x Ghiaccio

Squalo x Tiziano

DIO x Pucci (In a "they bonded over making other people suffer" way)

Will probably add more later as I remember and become more familiar with other parts.

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Please keep politics off my blog as well. I really don't have the energy to deal with that rn.

Also, don't be rude in asks/DMs. I ten to get fatigued easily and have a lot going on, so if I don't respond right away, assume I'm either busy or not feeling great.

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With that said, I hope you enjoy your stay! If you ever have any questions, don't be afraid to ask! My DMs are also open whenever, so pop in to say hi if you want!

10-7, good buddies!

Gabi Xx

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

Miraculous ladybug season 5 episodes (released so far) guide:

For my lovely friends who cannot recall which episode is which (sidenote, if you havent seen season 5 please remember that a very brief memory-jogging summary is not gonna give you full context and please just watch the show if you wanna know what’s going on)

Evolution: time portals, gabi chooses violence against teenagers over saving his loved ones, alix is put into witness protection

Multiplication: Alliance is announced, Adrien quits his job, no one can find Félix

Destruction: Gabi attempts to doxx Ladybug but is foiled by the power of scavenger hunts. Then he cataclysms himself

Jubilation: gabi uses spyware to doxx ladybug real? psyche! It’s just marinette’s old friend in a costume! Also Ladynoir gets married and has four kids and then gets divorced and never speaks of it again

Illusion: “i’ll make you pancakes any day, son.” Gabi is so divorced and in a custody battle. Nino creates the Resistance and akumatizes Gabi on purpose for intel

Determination: adrientte goes back to the wax museum with luka and kagami as wingmen. Marinette fails the date successfully by finally deciding that chat noir is so hot

Passion: Natalie gives Adrien romance advice and gets akumatized on purpose to fight her ex-husband. Ladynoir kwami swap happens.

Reunion: old-fashioned stuffy ladybug calls chat noir a silly little clown boytoy but ladybug will not be stopped from loving him even more

Elation: glaciator 3.0

Transmission: crying sobbing in bed, love confession, rejection, the kwamis decide the depression has gone too far

Deflagration: kittybella, gay rights, five seconds of ladrien, that adrinette hand-raising thing, my entire life

Perfection: “i love moo,” dolphin love song, kagami turns into a cloud for a minute

Migration: luka goes into witness protection

Derision: marinette traumatic backstory reveal. Adrien tries to maim a man

Intuition: gabi is dying. This is his own fault. They are in outer space

Protection: adrinette cute picnic date, look how polyamorous-coded they can make kagami

Adoration: power of lesbians so strong it convinces marinette to say i love you to her boyfriend

Emotion: diamond dance, argos reveal, red moon, laying on the floor bathed in moonlight and wailing rights

Pretension: kagami is slightly kidnapped but then takes over her own kidnapping and gets to trauma dump. Marinette insults Gabi’s pancakes

Revelation: someone Finally gets doxxed! It is Gabi. Lila becomes a conspiracy influencer and a class rep

Confrontation: lila tries to ruin everyone’s lives by messing with their class schedules. marinette is 12,000 steps ahead of her. Lila’s wig is snatched

Collusion: evil police robots are a thing. Bustier is a confirmed lesbian who craves the proletariat uprising. Ladynoir says guillotine the elites. chloe is mayor. Superheroes are illegal.

That’s all that’s been released as of today (may 28, 2023)! Please dont mention leaks on this, this is just a reference for keeping track of released episodes, okay thanks!

[romihearts]

twst characters as songs from my opm playlist

heartslabyul ver.

riddle rosehearts : come inside of my heart - ivos

— oh this for sure really reminds me of riddle. i mean with his upbringing focusing mainly on studies, there would be a chance he's not familiar with love. but he'll always try his best to show his affection to you <3

— the calmness of the song also makes me think that he'd listen to it. it's very addicting lmao

— hc ; he shows his love in uncommon ways. like, he wouldn't outright say "i love you" but he'd be patient with you, trying to help you with your problems.

"come inside of my heart if you're looking for answers"

trey clover : sinta - rob deniel

— OH THIS IS TRULY TREY CLOVER. like i definitely imagine that this song is how he would love.

— being simply enamoured by you. he'd love and accept you in every way you are and you'll always feel it from him.

— hc ; he makes cookies then writes on em with icing (?) how much he loves you

"are we old enough to leave the stars tonight, we could kiss it right"

cater diamond : tingin - cup of joe

— even in crowds you'll always catch his eye. even if he was a room full of people he loves you would be the first person he'd choose.

— like, he'll always come looking for you because you're the person who truly makes him feel so special

— hc ; whenever you two meet he'll always snap a picture for memories and because he loves looking at your face, it's perfect to him

"di pinapansin ingay sa tabi, magulong kapaligiran sayo lang ang tingin / not minding the noise all around, its all so hectic but i only see you"

deuce spade : ligaya - eraserheads

— deuce would definitely do everything for you !! dont let his troublemaker side fool you because when it comes to the people he loves he'll do everything

— he'd definitely admire you aswell in whatever skills you're good at. he would always be supportive

— hc ; if you're ever into baking he'd always invite you to unbirthday parties at heartslabyul because ever since he found out that you're fond of that hobby he's been helping trey with making the pastries

"at asahang iibigin ka, sa tanghali, sa gabi, at umaga / you can count that i'll always love you, in the morning, at the night, and afternoon"

ace trappola : ako na lang - zia quizon (AKO NLNG KASE)

— nag mimissyou posting to (real) /j

— but he'd definitely miss you A LOT, he's just not fone of showing it. like there have been so much times where he wanted to text you about stupid things just to talk to you. and whenever you need someone to help you he'd be there all annoyed but really he'll always be there for you

— hc ; he watched a romance film once and all he kept thinking about was how he wanted to do the corny and cliché things too

"what are you waiting for? call my number, knock on my door"

[seeingivy]

my lovely ronnie, have you watched Bridgerton and if so, what are your fancasts in the show?

i love you and i can’t wait for the next method acting chapter 💘💘

my LOVELY nonnie,

I rambled again so read break

have I watched bridgerton?? OH IVE WATCHED BRIDGERTON. that being said, thank you for all the love on the story (spoiler alert: you will not have to wait too long for the next chapter...hehe)

bridgerton season one

the duke and daphne, oh the icons that you are

they give me more of a classic, romatic love story vibes so i'm going to give this one to jeankasa

mikasa is slaying the house down as the diamond of the season, esp that one scene where she drops the fan and makes the prince pick it up

jean is too good at playing an angsty little emo boy, esp in that one scene where he gets to pretend to duel with anthony

bridgerton season two

kate sharma and anthony bridgerton, oh the superstars that YOU are

this one is going straight to our beloveds, sukuna and y/n

sukuna is TOO good at playing anthony as an asshole in season one, and far better at playing him as the sensitive sweet soul that he is in season two

half of the banter between them is literally not even in the script, they're actually just fighting with each other in period clothes

eren's eyes are closed during the sex scenes and he is infinitely thankful that you and sukuna were NOT the duke and daphne bc lord have mercy that one wildest dreams scene was SO OUT OF POCKET JFDKLJF

bridgerton season three

colin and pen? you mean...sasha and sweet baby boy nico

(this will make more sense after the chapter, trust)

but I feel like sasha and nico can relate to that dynamic so hard of being best friends first, sasha feeling inadequate because maybe she's not treated the same as other girls but nico always loves her (maybe if he isn't ENTIRELY aware of it)

sasha would so be lady whistledown too + connie is her accomplice that helps her!!!

bridgerton prequel

queen charlotte and george!!!

obviously going to the loves of our lives, sweet levihan. yup.

notable mentions

connie is benedict. I take no further criticism actually that one scene of him being high at that dinner is connie coded (no shade to connie, our pookie is sober now but I just mean that he's a very unserious king like benedict)

gabi hyacinth then what??? then what??

[honestsycrets]

Poll 9.22

Hello everyone, giving y'all the choice between two different works I have been working on:

Snippets are as of yet, unedited.

Requests:

1. How about a miguel o hara md x nurse reader 😭

Hi! Can you do a Miguel x f!reader fic where they're dating? It's expensive to live in Nueva York and the reader overworks herself at a thankless job with a pervy boss but she can't find work anywhere else. She doesn't tell Miguel about her bosses advances because she doesn't want him to worry about her but the signs are getting harder to hide.

2. Still, I offer you this: Sheriff Miguel.

He's someone all the women have their eyes on, and he'd have his eyes on them, too, if he were younger. But he has a baby girl to worry about, a runaway wife to forget, and a town to keep an eye on, especially when a woman from the big city pays the little down a visit.

He meets her when he loses Gabriella in the market's crowd, only to find her tugging on a fine dress belonging to a fine woman.

1.) “You’ve been staring at this same lecture for two hours.” He offers the cool mug that you abandoned in the kitchen, dragging your feet to the couch and zoning out to the lecture he quickly clicks off. The remote clicks as he sets it aside.

“That’s how you study,” you murmured, despite the fact that the PowerPoint on your lap was unmarred. A highlighter queen, you loved to sully the pages with vibrant pens and highlighters til they looked more like poppy birthday invitations than school notes. His desk was chock-full of the heart-shaped sticky notes that you slapped on his lunch every night like clockwork. He kept every last one.

“Not how you study,” Miguel throws his arm over your shoulders, forcing you to tip against his side. You fell into the warmth that was his body, your PowerPoint clattering onto the floor. You don’t bother to pick it up, rubbing the heel of your palm into your swollen eyes. You were crying.

“I’m just tired, Miggy. Patients die on the floor every day.”

“Happens when you work hospice,” Miguel remarks. “There’s an opening in step down.”

“Ya sé. I tried.” You turn your face into his naked chest, your soft fingers curling along his dark skin. “No one else will work with me for school. Especially not with clinicals coming up. I just… need to make it a year.”

“Listen to me and quit,” Miguel suggests. “I can take care--”

“We’ve talked about this. I don’t want Stone’s blood money. The drugs he makes—”

Damn, as if his degree meant a whole lot of nothing. Miguel turns his hand over yours, grazing his thumb over the chunky diamond set in your newly acquired engagement ring. It isn’t as if he has a great relationship with the fucker, but… if it meant alleviating the stress that you wore everywhere, he’d make something of it.

“—addictive.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“I said no."

2.) “Yes, mami, Sheriff O’Hara. Do you know old Sheriff O’Hara?” You sure can talk pretty. He clears his throat, pulling on the sloppy tie that feels a whole lot hotter all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s been that long since he’s been with a girl. It isn’t like he can particularly go to the saloon and pick any one of those girls that followed him around up. He might have a night sitter for Gabriella but-- the town wouldn’t continually elect a loose man. Miguel’s eyes catch the flickering gold of a bumblebee locket on your chest, tracing its wings' curve. “‘Course she does, she’s mine. I lost her up in the crowd flow.” “Where is your wife? You can’t tell me you’re the kinda man that does it all, can you?” Where is your wife? The question tormented him. He could do it all. Managing the sloppy, slow thieves and putting down the occasional drunken brawl. At the end of the night, he came home to his empty home and saw his little girl. Miguel’s gaze danced along the puffy clouds in the sky. The fluffy clouds drift the same as usual, the same old slow draw, unknowledgeable about the change in his life. He suppresses the distant call of longing fluttering in his chest. “Ain’t got a wife. She ran off on me with some wolf. Usually, I got a sitter for my girl but, she came down with a fever.” “A wolf?” you repeat after him, “Why, you mean a gentleman?” “If you wanna call him that. He was an outlaw.” “I’m mighty sorry, Sheriff.”