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blakbonnet · 11 months
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if a man was also a princess <3
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hairmetal666 · 1 month
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The worst thing that ever happened to Eddie Munson is a spinning studio opening in the building next to the neighborhood store he runs with his uncle.
"That's the third one today," Eddie whines as soon as the door snicks shut behind a woman with a glossy high ponytail and electric pink polka dot Lululemon sports bra and bicycle short set.
"You see her ponytail?" Nancy asks. She's flipping through a stack of flashcards. "Never seen a twenty-five year old look fresh off a facelift."
"I hate them so much. What kind of job is 'cycling instructor' anyway?"
"I'm concerned about the amount of makeup they wear to workout. That's gotta be bad for the pores."
"I'm concerned about the collective IQ holding that operation together. Like, do they know how to get out if there's a fire alarm?"
Nancy shoves him, but snickers too. It's not like he really has anything against the instructors. They're fine. Polite and usually harmless. It's the principle of it. It's not fair, that they get to continue into an adulthood that's still all about them being pretty and popular, without any substance.
"You've done college bio," he says. He notices a couple of cereal boxes have fallen over, hops off the counter to push them back in place. "What are the chances their muscles are so big it's cutting off the blood flow to their brains? Is that a thing that can happen?"
There's no response from the front of the store, which isn't unusual. Mostly, she lets him talk and chimes in when the mood strikes. Since she seems uninterested in offering her input, he straightens the cereal and keeps gabbing.
"The other day, one of the guys came in, and his shorts were so tight, I could see his balls. Not just the outline, but the wrinkles. I could almost make out individual pubes. Is that one of those things where they pretend they're limiting drag, or whatever, to improve their speed? Even though it's a stationary bike--"
He turns, the shelves straightened, and literally only three feet from him is one of the aforementioned cycling instructors. Unfortunately, he's the most beautiful man Eddie has ever seen. Even more unfortunately, he definitely heard Eddie making fun of them.
"Uhh," Eddie says.
The guy smiles. "Sorry, my giant muscles make it hard to get around sometimes."
And Eddie just. Like. What the fuck. "That must make it difficult to cycle." God, god but this guy is so fucking, devastatingly hot and all Eddie has done is antagonize him. And not even intentionally!
"I get by," he smiles and Eddie almost swoons. "Hey, when I bend down, can you let me know about the ball sitch? I have a wholesome image to maintain."
Is he flirting? It seems like he's flirting? But that's weird, right? He caught Eddie talking shit, why would he--
"It would be my pleasure to look at your balls," his mouth says before his brain can catch up.
The guy snorts, smile getting bigger. "I don't know, now I might be self-conscious. Might have a wayward pube."
"How will you know if someone doesn't take a look?"
The guy steps closer, cocks his head to the side. He's got this impressive sweep of hair that barely tumbles, his throat dotted with cute little moles and freckles. Eddie's mouth is watering, why is his mouth watering? "I usually get to know someone a little bit better before they get that privilege."
For once, he's speechless and now he's blushing, can feel it up to his ears and down to his nipples.
The guy leans even closer, breath ghosting against Eddie's skin. "Too bad you hate exercise instructors."
This social interaction has already been a disaster, but he makes it even worse by responding with an indignant squeak.
The guy winks, can't hide his genuine amusement at Eddie's expense. "You ever want to make it up to me, you can come to one of my classes."
With that, he walks up to Nancy at the counter, and Eddie gets his first look at the single most glorious ass he's ever seen. His mouth literally drops open as he watches how it jiggles, perfect and round, and he wonders if it would be too much to fall to his knees and worship it right then and there.
Eddie's dumbstruck for a little too long, almost misses as the cycling instructor heads for the door. "How can I take your class if I don't know your name?" He shouts.
The instructor half turns, the sexiest, smuggest smile on his pretty face. "It's Steve!" He yells back.
"I'm Eddie!"
"I know!"
The door closes and he turns to Nancy. "How--how did he know my name?"
Nancy rolls her eyes, goes back to her flashcards. "You're wearing a name tag, you absolute dork."
Eddie knows he's a man of weak will. Is not completely surprised when, after a month of meanly flirtatious interactions, Steve leans across the counter to taunt, "you do one cycling class with me and I'll take you out to dinner."
He's fresh from a workout, hair still damp and messy from the shower. Eddie thinks he's about to lose his mind, desire a clawing beast gnawing on his bones.
"Oh, so I might finally get the opportunity to check out your balls?"
Steve's cheeks go very pink, and something tight and hot tugs in Eddie's abdomen. "If you play your cards right."
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a-hazbin-reader · 7 months
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how about a reader who's been feeling pretty overworked recently?and just needs to rest but is to stubborn to Al does something about it?
Now it's Alastor's turn to pamper~
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: None I think??
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You've been going nonstop all week and it's been taking it's toll on you physically and mentally
There's so much that needs done and you're only one person, you don't have time to sit and relax
Which means you're unintentionally taking time with you away from Alastor
Not his ears drooping and folding back when he realizes you're going to turn him down
"I'm so sorry, Alastor, I'm just too tired to go out and I really need to finish this."
"Y/N, it's our date night and I insist that you-"
"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you later, I promise."
But you pass out and Alastor has to carry you to bed, hating that you're so overworked right now, that you have no time to spare for him
Which in his deer brain, means that you're neglecting him because you're so fried from work
And that means he's gotta fix this
But you're stubbon and won't relax willingly so he's got to get creative
"Darling, won't you take this bubble bath with me? I need help getting my back~"
🥵🥵 s-sure
He takes special care to massage and scrub every part of you until you're a gooey mess in his hands
Despite his claws, he can be surprisingly gentle, it's rather soothing to feel them ghosting over your skin
It's not until later when your back is against his chest and he's kissing your shoulder that you realize he's been spoiling you the entire time
Literally carries you to bed bridal style and dries your body with a loving reverence that makes you blush
"Alastor, I can do this myself-"
"Hush now, let me do this for you..."
Rubs fancy lotions and creams into your skin, massaging until you inevitably fall asleep under his care
Nobody is allowed to wake you or bother you at all for the time being, he'll make sure of it
He finds excuses to interrupt you during your work, forcing you to take breaks
"Darling, I accidentally made too much jambalaya! So I thought I might bring you some as I am quite sure you haven't eaten today~"
"Alastor, I don't have time to-that smells really good..."
It's so good you could cry, devouring the entire thing while he stays and has lunch with you, turning it into a mini date
You didn't even realize how tense were before Alastor showed up, feeling full and relaxed after he gives you a parting kiss
You really don't want him to go, watching him leave with a longing expression
Not him purposefully stealing something you need so that you have no choice but to seek him out
"Have you seen my folder? I can't get back to work without it!"
"Hm? I can't say that I have, but have you seen what a beautiful day it is outside? Why not just skip work today, and we'll take a stroll through Cannibal Town?"
Won't take no for an answer, already looping his arm with yours and marching you outside
It is actually a beautiful day outside
Takes you to all your old haunts and spends all day buying anything you even look at
It feels good to catch up with Rosie and some of your old friends, not having realized how long it's been since you've seen them
He also takes you out dancing, which leaves you tired and sore, but in the best way possible, he was always exciting to dance with
Will carry you home if he has to, will actually find an excuse to do so
"Do your feet hurt? Here, let me carry you~"
You pass out before he puts the blanket over you, soothed by his scent on your pillow
It's not until later when you wake up to him putting your folder back in your bag that you realize what he's been up to
"Alastor..?"
Oh fuck he's been caught
"Darling! I was just-cleaning off your bag and-"
"...just shut up and come back to bed..."
Literally climbs right on top of you and flops on you like he's your own personal weighted blanket
Kissing your neck and shoulders before whispering into your ear with a slightly guilty voice
"Are you angry with me?"
"Mm...not if you keep giving me attention like this..."
Well, he wouldn't want his darling Y/N to start getting angry with him now, would he?
The next day you feel more renewed and refreshed than you have in weeks, waking up tangled in Alastor's arms
You chuckle softly and push some of his hair out of his (totally not pretending) sleeping face, admiring his handsome features
He's a sneaky man who tricks you into relaxing and taking time for yourself because he loves you
And you love him all the more for it
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twobluejeans · 1 year
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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!
charles leclerc x famous!reader
summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.
part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2: wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start
faceclaim: madison beer
ally’s radio 📻: PART 4! the drama goes on. a lot of tswift references 🫶
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yourinstagram thank u manchester & london for an amazing 5 days. you guys were so much fun to play for. i also wanna say thank you to my two beautiful children @oliviarodrigo @gracieabrams, eternally grateful for u guys flying in last minute to leave manchester w a bang. love u all so so much. see u soon amsterdam🖤 
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oliviarodrigo 🥹🥹🥹🥹
gracieabrams i love you thank you 🤍
augustbridgelvr my founding fathers
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yourinstagram happy independence day from me n a few of my favorite people 🤍
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arianagrande love uuu!!!
yourinstagram arianagrande i love u more
canyonmoondeservesjustice why can i not picture all of them  in the same room like 🧍🏽‍♀️
danielriccardo damn who’s that guy on the 3rd pic in white?? he’s so 😍😍
landonoriss danielriccardo me when i lie 
yourinstagram danielriccardo ur gonna let him do u like that??
danielriccardo landonorris yourinstagram girl bye you’re just jealous you aren’t as pretty as me 🤷
danielriccardo notice how it got quiet. EXACTLY.🙄 
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charlesleclercdaily Charles and Lola Ransdell at Wimbledon today!
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kingofmyh3art_ bye i’m crying he really out here winning the idgaf war 😭😭
55sainzleclerx Bro i can't get over the fact that she's the spitting image of Y/n
landoxcharles16 no bc why is every f1 driver entering their hoe era
szafanaccount12 landoxcharles16 no literally like charles gives me the ick now
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cl16daily Charles with a fan tonight in london
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youtolerateity/n dad pls wake up and come home
driverczains he looks so nice too UGHH
i2lvsrry She said to him that her favorite album was lover lol 💀😭
purrfecy/n/n i2lvsrry SHE DID NOT 💀
enchntdtwilight i2lvsrry SHE ALSO SAID THAT HE JUST SMILED AND LAUGHED AFTER SHE TOLD HIM
lewis44girls enchntdtwilight how do you know that??
enchntdtwilight lewis44girls I saw the original video on tik tok and she said that in a comment.
replovers hi 👋 im the girl in the picture! i was scared to approach him bc he was eating dinner with his new gf and i didn’t want to disturb him or anything so i waited until he was done. charles was very nice and talkative. i did mention that my favorite album was lover bc..it is. he just smiled and awkwardly chuckled. he then changed the subject and i got the hint. his new girlfriend, lola, actually took the photo too. she looks mean but she’s actually really nice, i can’t lie. she complimented my shoes. she was standing besides charles the whole time and had her hands locked with his, she looked kind of uncomfortable to be around cameras and get that kind of attention which is understandable yk.
mrrwoballstyles bruh they’re literally betty, august, and james 😭 NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE BECOMING REAL
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lolaransdell two tickets for barbie please
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ricciardofavboy i could SMELL the comments
herbffsinsta gorgeous gorgeous girly
lolaransdell herbffsinsta love uuu
grussellgirl where’s charles?
goldenstyles wow the power of plastic surgery and good lighting
haileybieber She knows she's the hottest 😍😍
itsainzleclerc remember u were a fan girl bye
y/nzone The only way this girl got famous was because of Charles. Other than that, nobody would have known who she was except her friends and now she pops up on Google and YouTube.
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ally's radio 📻 : so, um, secrets out? anyways, screw charles! #JUSTICEFORY/N2023 (this took me 3 hrs to make bruh, free me)
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daenysx · 2 months
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guys, please read at your own discretion (i mean it's not something too different from the usual nsfw content i write, it's just that reader touches herself to the thought of aemond and maybe some people can feel uncomfortable, i don't know, i'm a bit shy as i post this)
modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, smut <333
aemond targaryen drives you insane.
he's- he's been on your mind since you got home.
fuck him.
no, that's- that's not what you want.
you just want him to shut the fuck up for only a minute, stop talking, stop saying what he thinks on something that matters too little for the philosophy class. stop trying to impress the professor. stop knowing everything. stop smirking when he gets something right. stop blinking those pretty eyes looking at the book, stop-
he needs to stop before you lose your mind.
you throw your bag on the floor, your messed up room can take a bit more mess because you're not gonna clean it today. not now. your blood's boiling, a thin layer of sweat forms on your hairline. taking off your clothes harshly, you put them on the floor, too.
feeling the cold bed sheets against your hot skin is nice. you close your eyes. calm down. stop going crazy over a man. over this man at least. he's pretentious, he's literally the devil himself sometimes, an insufferable prick. you should dislike him with your entire being.
you should.
the thing is- he's too pretty to be disliked.
you put your hand on your belly. fuck aemond targaryen. fuck his piercing blue gaze, his stupid flowy hair, his perfectly sculpted jawline. one time you saw his bare chest when he was at the training with the team. so fuck his statue-like physique. his abs. his happy trail and-
you need to get over it. you need to. it makes you feel like a fool every time you see him at school. every time when he sits next to you in class. you don't know if you hate him or if you're crazy for him. this is madness. stop thinking about him. stop.
you rub the soft skin of your hip bone. only wearing your panties, it'd be so easy to- but no. not when he's on your mind. squirming helplessly on bed, you move your legs. it's just- just for once. you can promise yourself to never do that again. oh.
sliding your hand inside your panties slowly, you find yourself wet. of course. he's an overachiever even now when he's turning you on, and he's not even here. your free hand plays with your nipple briefly. your entire body feels like it's on fire.
your hand goes down just a bit. you spread the wetness nicely, a shaky breath comes out of your lips. just this time. you need it for the peace of your mind. you'll get him out of your system after you finish. it's just a secret to keep for yourself.
you start rubbing your clit, it feels so nice. you need to be touched, your fingers move on the nub to find a good angle. you can never reach too far with your fingers when you try to stimulate yourself from inside, only managed to come from touching your g-spot once. it never happened again and it frustrates you more when you can't do it by yourself.
you go with the way you like. your eyes closed, your free hand thrown over your head. you move your hips to meet your two fingers, stroking the bundle of nerves. it's okay. you're doing okay. you can imagine him. it's gonna be okay.
his face flashes in your mind. that beautiful smile when he gets something right. oh, those pretty lips curving so nicely when the professor gives him a praise. you smile. why is he so pretty? it's not fair. he'd smile against your skin if he'd be here right now. he'd tell you how good you're doing for him. he looks like the type of guy who talks during sex. he practically never shuts up in class, why would he be silent when he gets you like this?
"there you go." he'd say, his voice low. "touch yourself for me. look at how wet you are, and i haven't even done anything." arrogant jerk. you keep rubbing your clit. almost there.
you think of his hands. the prominent veins showing when he holds his pen too tight. one time he held the door open for you, his hand all spread on the surface, long fingers and clean nails. he looks so clean, so put together. his fingers are definitely longer than yours. you imagine he'd knew how to fuck you with them the way you want.
"please." you whisper against nothing. you're in control yet it feels like you're not. "more. more."
you lift your hips, roll them on bed to meet your fingertips. the wetness is too much suddenly but you can't help yourself. it's the sweetest part, you're almost there. this madness will disappear. you need something- more. something to press harder. you'll lose your mind.
the sudden urge gets you and you take your pillow. putting it between your legs, you start humping. almost ashamed, but there's no reason. you need this. "come on, be a good girl. almost there, such a pretty baby. oh no, are you crying? what's there to cry, you silly girl, no, you can't stop, i told you to keep going."
his voice. fuck his voice. you press yourself harder, two fingers squeezed between the pillow and your body to keep rubbing your clit. come on, come on. you're going insane. he drives you insane. "oh!" you say, can't help yourself. "yes. yes." counting down the seconds.
and then- the tight bubble finally snaps. "aemond!" you whisper desperately. "oh, aemond- fuck." you slide yourself on the pillow, trying to last a bit longer. you hum, satisfied, the orgasm tiring you and clearing your head at the same time. you keep your eyes closed, he's right there. he gives you a proud smile. you've done so well. your back arches like a cat finally, one last movement on the pillow. it's over.
your body falls on the bed. opening your eyes, you see the room has darkened. your tired hand stays limp on your belly, the used pillow is still between your legs. you gotta clean yourself. you gotta drink some water.
you think it's over, this weird feeling you have for your rival. out of your system. your mind can function properly now. it's all okay.
your phone beeps with new messages.
aemond targaryen: hey
aemond targaryen: i was wondering if you'd like to be partners for the next philosophy assignment
aemond targaryen: i have an idea, i think you'll love it
fuck.
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keto-keyes · 7 months
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The Slytherins at Valentines
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In celebration of the day of love, I have taken it upon myself to commit to paper how I imagine the Slytherins would celebrate Valentines with their S/O
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Mattheo Riddle:
Mattheo would probably act like he'd forgotten until right at the last minute before it was time to head to sleep for the night
and practically dump a whole-ass pile of presents on his S/O's head.
definitely expects you to cuddle w/ him
he's the little spoon obviously
would constantly whisper things like:
"You thought I forgot, didn't you?"
"...Dumbass thought I'd forget the best day ever"
If you correct him, you lose your gifts
If you don't, smug ass bf forever
Choice is yours
He never really shows how touch-starved he is until Valentines Day, when he can snuggle with you and kick all the others out of your dorm without hearing you complain
not that you ever do
Basically, cuddles and rich-man benefits from the king of puppy eyes.
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Tom Riddle:
This man... he is so romantic about how he spoils his S/O
A single rose, or a ring or some other piece of jewellery
Watch out, he'll present it at breakfast with a modest little card and expect you to wear it all day without fail.
might even buy you a crown fitting for the queen of the slytherins
doesn't like PDA, so none of that
Subtle smiles in your direction, maybe even a blown kiss
will love exchanging coded love letters with you like the little nerd he is
if you expected him to be cold like usual, he's not
other kids get time off from being victims, he's moony about you for a change
probably even brings small little things he finds to give you in-between classes
a feather, a dropped quill, some cookies he "borrowed" from some useless gryffindors
Mattheo couldn't stop teasing him after he caught Tom plucking nice-smelling herbs from the potions closet
You might need to stop him killing his brother
he's a gentleman, alright?
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Theodore Nott:
Italians know how to Valentines Day
the saint is literally FROM Italy
and theo is rich. So....
Presents. lots of presents
anything you need
kisses also. lots of kisses
mans really loves kissing you. he'll never say no to PDA
staring at you for HOURS
dude has a stare like looking into the ocean - beautiful but somehow also makes you self-conscious
whispering to you in italian
even if you can't understand him, you know he's either complimenting you or whispering blasphemy about whichever first year last crossed his path
he likes to sit you on his lap when he can and rub your thighs or massage your shoulders
shoulder and neck kisses when you do
he doesn't like to be too far away from you, like any good clingy bf
will definitely need you to tell him to stop holding your hand or your waist before he does
maybe needs reminding multiple times. especially with other guys around
double the soft boy on the day of love
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Draco Malfoy:
expect this boy to become very clingy
he's attention-starved, remember?
but he will give his S/O lots of gifts and presents to celebrate love
cards, messages via flying paper crane, roses, rings, ripped out passages of books from the forbidden section of the library, all the romantic gifts
he prefers to give little pecks on your cheeks when he can, but if not, definitely hand kisses.
i kid you not, he will get down on one knee with his usual gentlemanly demeanour just to kiss your knuckles
give this poor boy lots of kisses please
he needs them
play with his hair, let him be the little spoon
not that he isn't usually
he just won't let any of the others know that
holding hands
terrorising first-years
sending cutesy love letters to one another without the professor knowing
or zipping them right past mcgonagal's ear, if you live on the wild side
either way, he's so soft and squishy
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Blaise Zabini:
i have come to inform you that this man will skip school for you
you're not feeling potions today, rather go out on the town? done
he does not care
you both get good grades anyway
all the sweets
sugar is his love language, and, funnily enough, your pet name
letting you wear his jackets
kisses. give this man some kisses
holding hands whenever you can.
i headcanon his hands are huge.
like giant sized
him smiling to himself whenever he sees you
"How did I manage to score this little sugarcube?"
yep, another sugar-themed pet name
you are like a little flower he needs to preserve (an icing flower, if you catch my drift)
another member of the touch-starved trio
he can do your hair for you (if you have long hair), but ONLY if you sit on his lap
this man knows french. and danish
did you know danish is one of the most beautiful languages on earth? well, you will soon
he likes muttering how pretty you are in danish. and how much he loves you
also, mans is a legit beanpole boy
he will rest his head on yours. he is just that tall
anyway, he loves you in 3 languages fam
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Pansy Parkinson:
probably wants to make sure you both have the same number of presents
you'll always have one more than her somehow. like, how does someone forget they bought you the cat (or some other household pet) you always wanted?
isn't happy until she can constantly see a smile adorning your features
like Blaise, she will do your hair for you (if you have hair)
she buys THE NICEST necklaces and bracelets. not even Tom can compare
she can also speak french, but she'll only open up and start speaking it when you tell her you love her in your native language
will find pretty flowers to put in your hair or behind your ear so you can constantly smell of that flower
holding hands. there is no excuse
showing you off to the boys, making them pretend to have never met you before
no-one is allowed to make you smile except her. so, please stay away from Mattheo and Enzo for the day
will contain her anger and short temper for you
she's the little spoon.
you must comfort her. dealing with 6 boys everyday is tough
you're like royalty for a day, deal with it
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Lorenzo Berkshire:
cheesy gifts. no cap
small flowers out of decorative bouquets? check
a flower or butterfly pin? yessir
constant hand-holding
teasing you
lip bites, squeezing your thighs, twirling strands of either of your hair
he is a major flirt, contrary to popular belief
he thinks you are the most adorable thing ever
loves to tell you how gorgeous you look
master gentleman in action, ladies and gents
singing cheesy love songs
mans will serenade you
he is the big spoon, for reasons you may never know
perhaps he likes holding his world in his arms
that's right folks, you are his WORLD
and nothing will stop him from telling you that as you nap in his arms instead of going to potions
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pinkzier · 3 months
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⋆。‧˚ʚ TASHI, ART, PATRICK + LOVE LANGUAGES
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Warnings; Separated, Sex, I wrote all as fem!reader but you can imagine however you want!!
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Tashi knows that she doesn't always have enough time with you, she is always busy with work, having to train art and all her commitments, but she is a woman who is constantly praising you with words of affirmation, especially if she is your coach, always telling you how proud she is of you even when you make something wrong, Words of affirmation for her are the way to say she loves you.
As much as Tashi likes or wants quality time, she doesn't have it, she almost never stops at home, making this difficult, but she always takes you to all her games (stanford) and takes you to see her practicing art or anything else stupid so you can be with her but in the few moments she spent with you, you would spend 2 hours straight on her lap, while she told you how stressful training art was.
But she's also a big fan of giving gifts, it's not like that would put a dent in her pocket, sometimes she comes home with an outfit that you've wanted for so long but never even mentioned to her, but she noticed by the way your eyes lit up, sometimes gifts aren't so humble, like one time she was traveling around the world a lot she literally bought you a private plane so you could go out with your friends whenever you wanted, she could literally be poor if she buys gifts and things whenever she thought you deserved it.
Tashi doesn't know how to do acts of service that well, she doesn't have that much experience with her, but for you she makes an effort, Before you wake up, she prepares a morning coffee for you or at least tries to (she tells Lily's nanny to make it and say that she made it) or takes you to a restaurant and tells them to do something specifically for you, and as much as you like how she tries to do some things for you, you think it's better not to let her try to do things for you, last time she spent more than 10 eggs in a cake, just for you, and you can't say that this woman has a daughter like that.
Tashi is not a big fan of physical touch, but she doesn't hate it with you, she doesn't mind hugging you or anything, she just thinks she doesn't know how to do it right, but cut this woman some slack, she patted your shoulder after you've done something right in front of her daughter and she spent the whole week talking about you.
In other cases, she unconsciously puts her hand on your thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze to warn you about something or just because she's bored, and the last time she hugged you out of her own free will was when you were feeling really bad and she hugged you, she was all stiff and looked like a statue, maybe she needs to learn more lmao.
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Art loves both giving and receiving words of affirmation but I truly believe that he becomes so silly and idiotic when he is praised or any small thing that you praise him for, he gets so blushing and laughs like a child, he always texts you after you two seeing each other or after you see each other for a short period, things vary like:
How did you play so well today?! it can't be the same person haha :)
you were so beautiful today💗
( It is canon, art uses Heart and smiley emojis, I don't make the rules)
In the same way as Tashi, he is always very busy whether training or dealing with commitments for quality time, but when this man has holidays he is so cute that you feel sorry to refuse him, he invites you to his house, for picnics or invites you to the most luxurious restaurant in the world and says "I'm sorry for taking you to this, I don't know if you liked fancier restaurants" when in fact this was the most expensive restaurant you've ever been to.
He called you every weekend to his house so you could be together and supposedly watch a "new movie" (you and him fucked)
Damn, this man loves giving gifts that sometimes you feel like scolding him in all honesty, he buys everything and you don't even ask, every week that you see each other he has a bag from a brand that you know is worth more than the salary of 10 men together, and have you ever tried to tell him to try to do something by hand and he made a bouquet with money?????
Surprisingly or not, but he is so good at acts of service that you think surprising. whenever you sleep with him, you wake up with him in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and talking about acts of service and about gifts I faithfully trust that the gifts from him vary over bouquets or anything else cliche and again I don't make the rules.
Oh my god, are we really talking about Art Donaldson if he doesn't like physical touch? This man is like a puppy always wanting your attention, whenever you are walking and you are a few centimeters in front of him he hurries up his steps and grabs your hand like a child.
Every minute he's hugging you, his hand is always on your wrist when you're doing something and you can't hold his hand, and when you're having sex it gets worse, he puts his face on your neck while giving sloppy kisses on your neck and he never wants to take his hands off your waist or your thighs, and after sex it gets worse, he falls on top of you and simply sleeps with his face in your neck😭
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Patrick is a man who loves to tease you, he don't mind praising you, and he loves words of affirmation, but he's not direct, he's an idiot, like, when you do something he's proud of he teases you by saying "Maybe you made it good, but it could be better" But he is so proud of you that it hurts, but he will never admit it!
This guy is an idiot and won't leave your side for even a minute, He is intentionally obsessed with quality time, always insisting on going out with you to stupid places and art is always there, Your house/dorm looks like his too, he just comes in to be with you.
He's definitely not the most romantic type in the world, so he doesn't know how to give giving gifts, but he does what he knows, He doesn't have the best conditions in the world so he doesn't buy anything that expensive, but the things he does, no matter how cliche they are, are from the heart.
This guy is really good at acts of service, He loves doing things for you, sometimes he asks art for help, he never told you that but one time he called you to his and art's dorm and made art stay in a closet for 2 hours straight so he could show you something what he did.
He's not like art but he's not like tashi either, he loves to hug you but he's not obsessed with physical contact, he always has a hand on your ass or on your wrist, He also loves being with you on top of him, whether it's just talking to him or even having sex, he just likes to feel you on him.
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queer-n-here · 6 months
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UHM-UHM-
Yeah I have no shame to just not ask anonymously- anyways!
May I please request a 6'1 reader who is stoic, bold, also handsome as Dazai but ain't a womaniser, and is VERY quiet. With Dazai. He works at the ADA with him. He follows Dazai around like literally, he acts and opens up more to Dazai than he does with others, he literally doesn't care if Dazai was In the pm (they met at 14) or abt his crimes, he can read Dazai's emotions And can see through him, they R lovers, he is loyal asf to Dazai. He Also is rich asf and has better fashion tastes! Pls make both a oneshot or hc or ANYTHING ABT THEMMMMM
(I'm very desperate BC of a certain fantasy of mine)
Ah, I gotchu you bruv.
[ Also, let's do a little quiz. What country do y'all think I originate from? Like, based on my language and writing and just... Yeah.]
And yep, I'm double posting today!
Canonically, there are no mentions of Dazai's past before the Port Mafia, so I made stuff up. Hope you like it!
Contents: Uhh...a lot. I got... *winces* I got carried away.
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, suicide and violence, Dazai's life is sad and so are these hcs.
You and Dazai met when you two were 14 each. It was a chance encounter, really. Both of you were orphans, and both of you were ability users, even though Dazai knew more about his ability than you did yours.
Both of you currently had no one in the world. That was the key factor that brought you two together. Struggling to get by and find a place of your own in the world, you met.
Neither of you opened up at first, cautious and calloused as you both were. It just happened; it didn't happen one particular day, and before you two had realized, you'd become each other's sole support.
You turned fifteen, and three months later Dazai met Mori.
He told you about it later, describing in the sort of detail no one else would get to hear how he'd rescued the Port Mafia leader from an enemy gang, unintentionally impressing him and securing Dazai a place in the Mafia.
You didn't like it. The job was dangerous, and you didn't want Dazai's hands to get stained with blood. When you told him this, he laughed it off, and said that he could handle it. You dropped the matter.
He was wrong.
You watched as Dazai changed, despite his promises and assurances. He grew ruthless, cruel in a way that made you ache as you watched him, silent. He started hating everything, even himself, and sometimes you thought he hated you, too.
He had a beautiful heart, you knew. But Mori was destroying it.
You talked to Mori about it, too. You might not have anything on him, yes, he was richer and way more powerful, but you had your ability, and you were ready to fight to death. Before you could, however, Dazai intervened.
That was the first time you two fought. After that, you went to him and told him you wouldn't care if he didn't want you to. If he wanted to keep going down the path that he'd chosen, you wouldn't stop him.
Sometimes, you look back and wonder if there was something you could have done for him other than what you did. You still can't think of anything.
You opened up a small business after that, and it slowly grew to a scale larger than you had expected.
Then you two turned eighteen. Finally, you were able to register your enterprises under your own name, being a legal adult. You and Dazai got wasted that night, and you watched fondly as he tried and failed to put his coat on so you two could go and meet Ango and Odasaku.
They had probably begun then, your feelings for Dazai. You were only comfortable enough with him to actually talk, and not just say what was absolutely required and then shut up.
He knew you in a way no else did. No one else knew what it looked like when you smiled, or threw your head back and laughed freely. No one else knew what it was like when you cared, when you brought over Dazai's favorite refreshing drink every time you visited him in summer. Or when you helped him change his bandages, touch gentle and careful against his soft skin.
And you knew him the way no else did. No one else knew what it was like when he was genuine, when he'd look up at you with earnest eyes. No one else knew what it was like when he flushed slightly, the red of his skin always starting from the tips of his ears and descending to his cheeks. No one else knew what it was like when Dazai protected, when he offered to use his contacts in the Mafia to get rid of your competitors, even though you declined every time. He had enough blood on his hands without you pitching in.
Eight months after that, he left the Port Mafia. He came to your apartment crying that day. His face was ashen, his shirt was covered in blood and his lips were trembling. The tears that had been collecting in his eyes for who knows how long finally spilled when he saw you, and the only thing you could do for him in that situation was open your arms and let him cling onto you. He kept saying 'Oda's dead... He's dead...'
That night, Dazai changed. Thankfully for the better. That flame in his eyes was gone now, the one that made you worry if he would burn himself and the world.
Dazai slowly stopped hating after that. You and Ango were the only two he trusted, the only two he would be genuine with. He didn't close up in a way that hid his smile, or in a way that made him withdraw from people. Quiet the opposite. He pushed himself outward, adopting a cheery persona that joked around and bewitched everyone.
The only smiles that weren't created but slid across his face on their own were ones that he smiled with you, and Ango.
You couldn't help but feel slightly bittersweet. Dazai was out of that hellhole, that cursed gang that was making his heart black. But Odasaku was dead.
After that, as your twenties arrived, Dazai joined the Armed Detective Agency. You were happy, then.
You two celebrated at a lavish restaurant. Your business had grown to be Japan's No. 1, and the money that spilled in with it was something neither Dazai nor you had expected.
But your hopes for the ADA were too high. Sometimes, Dazai still wanted to leave. He said he wanted to kill himself, and even though he would always laugh it off, you couldn't help but notice that his eyes would always grow hollow when he spoke of it.
And so the only thing you could do was love him. You loved him and tried your best to let him know, buying him unnecessary gifts and putting him on top of your mental priority list. Even your staff knew you loved him; it was apparent and obvious.
Dazai was probably the only one that didn't notice it, that genius dumbass.
And so you tried harder. You had never been good with words, but you tried to be vocal about your feelings, telling him he was cute when you thought so, and saying that he looked good when he did.
Dazai still didn't notice. The day he found out was when you got drunk and blurted it out.
You still don't have a lot of memories from that night, and Dazai says that you passed out soon after confessing. He finds it funny now, even though he didn't back then.
Your confession made Dazai pull up a wall against you. This surprised you, hurt you, and you tried apologizing, tried to get him to just talk to you. You told him that it didn't matter if he didn't return your feelings.
Something was hurting Dazai, you could tell. But he just wouldn't talk to you, going so far as to changing his phone number without telling you.
So you showed up at his workplace. Kunukida knew you by sight; you often came to pick Dazai up from work. You two had a big fight, shouting in one hallway of the agency building, making such a ruckus that Ranpo and the others came over to watch.
It ended with Dazai turning around to leave, and you were planning to let him go. But then you saw a tear glisten at his cheek last moment, and hence gave chase.
You chased him down all the way from Yokohoma to Kawasaki, only stopping when Dazai collapsed in the middle of a street, his frame shaking with sobs as he started hyperventilating. You crouched down beside him and pulled him to your chest, rubbing his back and conducting his breathing, your voice soft as it told him to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale....
He fell asleep on your shoulder, in the middle of nowhere. You carried him back to your house, and tucked him into a warm bed. The next morning, he wouldn't meet your eye.
Usually, you would have let him; there was hardly anything that Dazai would do that you would disapprove of. But lately, you had been going against his wishes a lot, so you decided to do that one more time.
When he tried to leave, you pinned him to a wall and forced him to look at you. It wasn't difficult, Dazai had never really worked out, even as a part of the Port Mafia. His fighting style was more quick and clean moves than brute strength.
It worked well in your advantage as he tried to struggle against your hold and failed miserably, tears collecting in his eyes and threatening to fall.
"Dazai," You said. "If you want me to disappear from your life, I can do that." He looked up at you, eyes wide and blurred. "But there's one catch. You have to say it. Say it to my face, tell me to leave, and I swear on my own life, I'll vanish. You won't ever see me again." And then the tear that had been collecting in his eye all this time fell, sliding down his cheek and onto the collar of his shirt. His arms went limp in your hold, and he wobbled forwards. You caught him as he fell, and he sobbed into your shoulder again. His hands were clutching at your shirt as if for dear life, and even as you rubbed his back, more tears fell from his eyes. You held Dazai through his breakdown. The next time he spoke to you, he said the words, "I like you too much." It was a silent confession, almost muffled into your shoulder as the post-crying exhaustion overtook. You pulled him closer and pressed a kiss into his temple.
It was alright after that. You asked Dazai why he tried to run away, and the only thing he said was that he got scared. He chose not to explain, and you chose not to push him.
Now, everything is good. Dazai's job at the ADA does worry you sometimes, even if it's for the good, it's dangerous, but you know he loves his job, no matter how many jokes he makes about Fukuzawa's violation of the Labor Laws. And he loves you, that's all you've ever needed.
Being in a relationship with him is not always easy. He still speaks of dying, and the thought of him leaving you makes you panic. Sometimes, you still don't know what to do to make him feel better. But you manage to work through it.
You love Dazai, after all. You have ever since you two were kids.
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Love from afar
pairing: rockstardad!bucky x fpregnatmom!reader
summary: bucky is away on tour and you're catching up via face time.
a/n: new pictures of Sebastian got me feeling some type of way. also don't mind the kid names I don't know duhshd
-if you'd like to be tagged please let me know! tag list is open! so are my asks
warnings : sexual content / pregnancy / almost mas*uba*on / dirty talk
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Having two kids, one of them being a toddler, does not make life easy, especially when your husband is across the globe.
You're proud of Bucky for achieving his dreams and going on a world tour with his band. However, he didn't have to get you pregnant before leaving for 6 months. To be fair, the tour was scheduled months before you even got pregnant.
Bucky and you talked about trying for another baby when he came back, but by the time he comes back, you will be well into your seventh month.
When you found out you were expecting, Bucky almost cancelled the tour because he straight up refused to leave you. It took a lot of conversation and favours to make Bucky change his mind about cancelling the tour.
Buckys sister Rebecca was a huge part of this working out, she's been incredibly helpful and you couldn't thank her enough.
Today, though, you were alone with the kids. Luckily, your kids are very well-behaved, and you stopped minding the absolute mess your house has been since having kids.
Lately, you've been missing Bucky, he's been a huge part of both your pregnancies. He was and is such a hands-on father and husband, so going through this without him is scary. Bucky calls every day no matter the time zone he's in at the time of breakfast - the most chaotic time of the day aside from bed time.
You smile, seeing his name pop on your phone screen, you swipe, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes.
"Good morning, doll. Looking as gorgeous as always. How are you doing? And little one? And our little trouble makers?" Bucky asks, he's literally a second away from buying plane tickets every single time you send him a picture of you or your kids or you three together.
He looks so good, that you don't know if it's the hormones making you horny or it's just the regular horny you get when you see him.
It's been a while since he had let his hair grow out, mostly because the kids have been obsessed with pulling it, and worst of all, they tried to consume it. Now, being on tour, he let it grow since no one tried to eat it yet.
Bucky didn't visit since he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave again, so he called as much as he could. He missed you more than his heart could take, but this years tour has been the biggest one they ever went to.
You can't help but look at your husband with hunger and love in your eyes, the hair tie on his wrist making you hot all over.
"We're good. Missing you lots, but we're okay. Leo and Theo are trouble as always, but they're good." Bucky smiles at the names of his two boys. He loves them more than anything, but he's secretly hoping that the third would be a girl. He's been dreaming of being a little girls dad. She would be his princess, and he would spoil her endlessly. Not that he doesn't spoil each and every one of you already, but he would be unstoppable.
"Lemme see you, give me a turn doll." You roll your eyes but do it nonetheless. You set the phone on the kitchen counter and lean it on the bottle of water. Bucky smiles wide when he sees your bump, he wishies he could be there and talk to it and give it kisses like he had done other two times.
"Looking good, Mamma, wish I was there with you, miss you a lot." he without fail manages to make you blush even after twenty years of being together. You turn to the side and lift your shirt to give him a better view. Bucky turns into a human heart eye emoji when he looks at his wife and not only are his band members teasing him about it but so are his fans.
"Damn, look at you. Shit I'd do anything to have be there, I would have you naked in our bed, you're so sensitive right now and I'm not there to enjoy it. You're killing me doll."
You whimper quietly, he's the one that's killing you. The two of you enjoyed pregnancy sex way too much, and he's right you're extra sensitive right now.
"Lemme see them beauties, bet they're so swollen, so delicious just for me."
You lift your shirt slowly, teasingly releasing your very much swollen and full breasts, Bucky is a very dirty man and you'd lie if you two didn't explore some fun kinks.
"Gorgeous, my pretty wife, looking so beautiful carrying my baby. All mine."
You're about to reach under your underwear, Buckys hand already wrapped around his cock.
"Daddy!!"
You straighten up, and pull your shirt down quickly, your 5 year old bursts through the kitchen door. You don't know how he knew you were even talking to Bucky but oh well. There goes mommy and daddy time.
"Good morning, baby boy. Is it just me, or every time I call, you get a bit bigger?" Theo squeals from excitement and then goes on a rant about something that happened in one of the shows he's watching.
While they talk you go and wake up Leo, your currently youngest kid.
You get him up and carry him in your arms to the kitchen, he leans on your shoulder still half asleep.
"Baby, gimme the phone for a second." Theo immediately gives you the phone and follows you to the kitchen island where you sat.
"There's my other baby. Still sleepy, mommy woke you up, huh? What are we gonna do about it?"
It was a perfectly reasonable time to wake up....
Your son picks his head up at his father's voice and smiles, reaching for the phone. You put Leo down on the carpet not far from you, so you can still see him and Theo, while you make breakfast.
"Mommy!!!" Theo yells and you look up from the fruit you're currently cutting.
"Honey you don't have to yell I'm right here." you put away the knife, when he comes closer, Theo recently took a liking to yelling and dangerous objects.
"Daddy wants to talk to you!" Theo yells and you cringe at the volume, you love him more than anything but how can such a small child be so loud.
"Doll, I gotta go, we got soundcheck in about twenty minutes, kiss the boys for me, okay? Love you."
"Love you more, and good luck! I know you'll be great! Oh, and don't you dare cut your hair before you come home. I'm going to divorce you."
Bucky chuckles and says love you again before hanging up.
"Theo what do you have there?"
"A KNIFE!"
"NO."
[THE END]
I think this might be my favorite thing I've written so far.....
likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
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FAWN HEART PART THREE : love in death.
dark!joel x f!reader
summary: After a few months of being together, you move in with your boyfriend, 'Adam'. The landlord, Joel Miller, takes a special liking to you.
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tags: dark!joel !!!!! , mention of murder, violence, blood, stalking, spying, mention of abuse, kidnapping, age gap, vulnerable reader, stalker joel, mentions of abusive relationship, literally insane joel, restraints, unrequited love, f reader w she/her pronouns. (lmk if i missed anything!!!)
ㅤ↪ㅤtokki's ۫ 𐑺 𝚜𝚞ׂ𝚐𝚊𝚛 ࣭ note ˑ ⌕ ࣭ ּ ➭ i have returned with the next part!! with just 1.5k words, this is more so exposition to set in where the next events will take place. remember guys, THIS IS NOT CUTE. This is crazy stalking behavior, but it is fiction. so stay safe out there. not proofread.
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【commencing】: In the twilight of existence, there wandered a figure cloaked in the deepest midnight. She was Death, a woman of otherworldly beauty and a heart that beat with an emotion long thought foreign to her kind. Death had fallen in love.
「july 4th ㅡ unknown time」
A constant trickle sound bounces off the walls and all around you, you can't make out what it is quite yet, but as the fog clears from you vision you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the constant trickle being the rain outside, hitting the roof. Or maybe it was something elseㅡ You couldn't see. There were no windows. You look down and find yourself covered in blood that has blackened, and you want to get up, but you can't. Shaking your limbs, you find you've been cuffed to the frame of the bed you'd been sleeping in. The bed was white, and little fake-flower details plastered in corners where rust started to settle in. There were no sheets, just a splotchy mattress. This is a bed you've surely had nightmares about, or seen in horror movies. Yet, the walls around you told another story, pristine brick walls painted white, a large mural on the farthest one from you: a lush forest with critters all around and in the middle of it allㅡ a deer. one staring right back at you, eyes large as if it, too, was locked in this place alongside you.
you try to remember all that you can, snippets of last night's happening flowing back and over, transforming into tears that threaten to spill out again. You swallow in a sharp breath before screaming a short 'hello', the little echo in the room being the only answer. So you scream again and again until you're out of breath and resort to pulling on your restraints. It seems as if you can't even cry. The tears once there are now completely gone as it dawned on you: will i die today?
you're quickly pulled out from your self inquiry as rapid and heavy steps are heard closer to the door. then it opens revealingㅡ him. You stumble upon your words. " Please, I- What do you want? I'll do anything, just dontㅡ don't kill me please." Joel's brows quirk up, the wrinkles on his forehead hidden under his graying hair. "Why would I kill you, fawn?" it sounded like he was more confused than you at this moment. "Why would I kill the most precious thing to me right now..?" he looks down as he takes each step closer to the bed at the back of the room, where you were. You shudder, unbeknownst to what he might do. "I'm- I.. Why, why me?" You ask, that familiar feeling in your throat. "You? You are...everything." He huffs out the last part with a smile, head crooked as he now stands over you, knees at the edge of the bed. "Everything I've ever dreamed of, baby. I didn't wanna hurt you last night, really... And I'm sorry for this- mess." He says, waving his hands around. "It's not ready, but I didn't expect you to move in so soon. Last night wasn't...planned."
"Why did you do it then?" you find the courage to bite back. "Why'd you murder Adam?" You whisper, the air in the room settling freezing around you two. "Had to be done. I saved you." Joel points down at you, before kneeling down next to your head, as if ready to pray. "Saved you, fawn baby." He traces one of his roughed up finger along your neck, a big smile gracing his features. "I know it's hard for you to understand. But thisㅡ it's all for you. This-!" he exclaims whilst clutching his own chest, circling his heart. "It's all for you."
You're left speechless. This has to be a dream, or a sick twisted prank. You want to laugh but are afraid of Joel's reaction. "Is this... a joke?" and his gaze is clouded by darkness. "A joke? You take my love f'you as a-a joke?" he pulls back from you, still on his knees. "You don't understand, do you?" Joel repeats, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper, cold as steel. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "I don'tㅡ I don't understand why I'm here.. why you killed Adam, why you think this is love?" The words tumble out, each one feeling like a step closer to an abyss you're terrified to fall into. Joel sighs, shaking his head slowly, almost as if he's disappointed. "Fawn, my sweet fawn, you don't see it yet, but you will. Adam... Adam was a threat. He was going to take you away from me. He was going to ruin everything we've built together."
You feel a surge of anger. "Built together? I don't even know you! This isn't some romantic gesture, Joel. This is kidnapping. This is madness." He stands up abruptly, his face a mix of frustration and something darker. "Madness?" He paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. "Madness is letting you slip through my fingers, letting someone else have you. Madness is living without you when I know we're meant to be together."
You pull at the cuffs again, your wrists aching. "Joel, please, just let me go. We can talk about this outside, somewhere safe. You don't have to do this..." He stops pacing and looks at you, a strange glint in his eyes. "Safe? You think out there is safe for you? No, no, my fawn. Here is where you're safe. With me. Always with me." Tears prick at your eyes again, but you blink them away, trying to stay strong. "What about my family? My friends? They're going to look for me. They're going to find out what you've done."
He smiles, but it's not a comforting smile. It's a smile that speaks of plans and secrets. "Let them look. By the time they figure out where you are, you'll have accepted our love. You'll understand why this had to happen." He leans in close, his breath warm against your face. "You will. In time, you will. And until then, I'll do whatever it takes to make you see. To make you love me." You turn your head away, refusing to look at him, refusing to acknowledge the twisted reality he's trying to force upon you. "I won't," you whisper, though the words feel feeble and unconvincing even to yourself.
Joel stands up straight, his demeanor shifting from affectionate to stern. "We'll see about that, my fawn. We'll see." He walks to the door and opens it, pausing before he steps out. "I'll give you some time to think. But don't worry, I'll be back soon. And maybe then, you'll start to understand."
The door closes behind him with a heavy thud, and you're left alone, the sound of the rain outside a constant reminder of your confinement. You take a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but the terror grips you tighter with each passing second. Your wrists ache from the cuffs, and the dried blood on your skin feels like a cruel, suffocating reminder of last night's horrors.
You try to piece together the fragments of your memory, but they come in disjointed flashes, each more terrifying than the last. Adam's face, twisted in pain, Joel's maniacal grin, the sharp, blinding pain that brought you here. A sob escapes your lips, and you bite down hard to stifle it, afraid that he might hear and come back too soon. The wind outside pick up and you make eye contact with the deer on the wall again. Gaze empty, devoid of any fear, acceptanceㅡ andtears finally spill over. you let them fall silently, the only sound in the room the faint trickle of rain and the occasional creak of the old bed frame. You pull at the cuffs, but they don't budge, the metal biting into your skin. Panic swells in your chest, making it hard to breathe.
in the ghostly stillness of the room you shudder and you lie there, exhausted and terrified, a bitter realization creeps in: you have no control over this. No way to fight back, no plan, no hope. You're utterly at Joel's mercy, and the thought is enough to make the darkness of the room a little less unsettling than your reality.
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skzdreamz · 1 year
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Can I request giving sub! Hyunjin a handjob at the Versace party in the bathroom🤭 HE LOOKED SO GOOD TODAY IM-
what a GREAT REQUEST! this is the first time writing a member as a sub so I hope it’s good … enjoy!! <3
feedback is always very much appreciated !
Helping hand - Hwang Hyunjin
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pairing: sub!Hyunjin x gn!reader warnings: pet names, handjob, cum play, cum eating word count: <1.0K
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you were so excited from the moment you heard you were able to come to Cannes with your boyfriend. he was attending the fashion show for the new Versace collection and you couldn't wait to see the outfit they had planned for him. Hyunjin always looked amazing in anything he wears, but now that his hair is elegantly long again you know he's going to look amazing once again.
right before the show, your outfits were brought to your room and you waited patiently for Hyunjin to come out of the bathroom to see his outfit and you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him step out of the bathroom wearing this simple but elegant outfit. he spinned around to show you the full look. he literally took your breath away. "ready to go love?"
you arrived at the show and he linked his arm in yours as soon as you stepped out of the car. the location is beautiful, it almost feels like you're dreaming. being here in this beautiful place with the most beautiful man by your side. your live couldn't get any better than this.
you watched him do all of these interviews. and you can't help but smile at his cute shyness while talking to the interviewers. he tries his best to do everything right and that's what you adore most about him. you feel so proud.
"why were you smiling like that" he chuckles. you take his hand in yours leading you away from the crowd. "you look so good" you say as you rub you thumb on his hand. "I can say the same thing about you" he smiles.
you find your seats to look at the fashion show. the whole collection looks absolutely stunning, but you just can't seem to focus. you glance to your right and see Hyunjin enjoying the show. you can't help but stare at him. he looks really stunning, his jaw sharp and his hair styled beautifully. his voice startles you out of your trance "stop staring honey" he giggles.
the show is finally done and you couldn't wait to get back to the hotel. but just as you were about to leave Hyunjin and you were invited to the after party. you know he can't decline such an exclusive offer so you both decide to go.
Hyunjin was looking outside the window to get some peace in his mind before attending another draining event. you place your hand on his thigh, making him look at you. "something wrong baby?" he places his hand atop of yours. you give him a quick kiss to assure him you're fine. as you pull away you see his cheeks has gotten a bright shade of red and he's grinning like an idiot.
the ride to the party took way too long for your liking. you began to grow impatient. seeing your boyfriend look this good makes you yearn for his touch. you still had a couple more hours to go before you two could go back to the hotel, but you couldn't wait that long.
you grab his arm as soon as you step out of the car, guiding him to the nearest bathroom. you lock the door immediately and turn to face Hyunjin. he has a confused look on his face as he tilts his head to the side. "so there is something wrong?" he asks.
“you look so handsome baby, let me take care of you” you say as your finger draws circles on his chest. you hear his breath hitch at your words and you know immediately that you have him wrapped around your finger again. he’s so whipped for you and you know he’ll do anything to please you, so would you.
your finger travels down his chest to his abdomen, stopping right at the waistline of his pants. his breathing has gotten heavier by now and you are met with the beautiful sight of your panting boyfriend as soon as you look up. you stop for a moment and he grabs your wrist. “please.. I need more, don’t tease” he whimpers.
you put your hand down his pants, rubbing his half hard cock over his underwear. you feel his cock twitch with excitement as you keep grabbing and stroking him. he’s a bit too quiet for your liking so you remove your hand from his pants to spit on it and rub your saliva all over his cock.
he let’s out a delicious moan as you start rubbing the head of his cock between your fingers, spreading the mix of your saliva and his precum all over his cock. he throws his head back and grips the edge of the sink. his knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard.
you know he’s going to blow soon by the pretty moans and hitched breathes he lets out. taking in the sight of him enjoying the pleasure you’re giving him makes you proud. you can already imagine how his beautiful face will scrunch up with pleasure when you get him over the edge.
“you’re going to cum all over my hand pretty boy? make a mess for me huh?”. you say as you squeeze his cock a little harder. “come on be a good boy, I know you want to be my good boy” that’s all it takes for him to release his seed in your hand. he whimpers as you keep stroking his oversensitive head, guiding him through his orgasm.
soon enough you pull your hand out of his pants. his white liquid all over your hand. you look up at him and put your fingers in your mouth, tasting him. he looks at you with big eyes, making you want to ruin him.
you clean your hands and clean him up a bit to look more presentable for when you two leave the bathroom. after you’re done you give him a sweet kiss on the lips. you softly stroke his hair, smiling at him.
“I can’t wait for us to get back to the hotel so I could make you feel even better”
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x-liv25-jamieswife · 5 months
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acacia and grayson head canons
@never-enough-novels requested this so here it is! it might be short bc im so tired but we'll see. this is also my only hcs post today. i think that after im done with my current requests i'll take a break for a few days. i really apologize if these suck. hope you like them <3. @ariscats helped with this. i love her sm. I apologize for any spelling mistakes or things that dont make sense. im too lazy to proof read.
she insists on giving him a hug whenever they leave the other even though he tries to act tough (tries to act like he doesn't want one)
she'll buy him suits she thinks he'd like whenever she's out and either ships them or shows up at his house with them wrapped in gift paper.
they'll sit on the floor and look at old pictures of savannah and gigi in these picture books that acacia has.
acacia ends up creating a separate picture book for grayson (and also has one with the three (sav, gigi, and gray) of them all together - 3 picture books in total)
when acacia first met skye, she 'accidently' poured wine all over skye's white dress cause acacia knows she’s a horrible mother to gray.
acacia asks grayson for fashion advice whenever she doesn't know what to wear. she'll send him pics of options she has to wear and he'll reply with comments for each and everyone of them (like dress #1- this color doesn't match your skin tone as well as the others. dress #2 - this dress is not suitable for winter, etc)
she majored in art when she was in school, she didn't really do anything with her degree but, when grayson shows up, starts trying to teach him all of the things she knows. he already knows how to paint but doesn't say anything so that he can spend time with her.
acacia calls him under the pretense of having a favor to ask, but, in reality, she just wants to make sure he's ok and doesn't want to scare him away by just calling to ask about his feelings.
he spends some time at the graysons manor every year. he and acacia like to just stay quiet and observe the nature/read/paint together
acacia and grayson will go out on nature walks where he takes pictures with his camera and she paints those pictures (she's very talented and the paintings look very realistic)
acacia goes to his graduation (harvard. she helps him decide do go back)
nash calls acacia whenever gray gets sick so that she can come over to hawthorne house and take care of him (cause he can't take care of himself. he always ends up overworking himself and shit). she makes him soup, gets all of the medications he needs, etc  (i also hc that she's literally a miracle worker when someone is sick. she can literally make them better with her concoctions in a matter of hours)
when grayson sits down to play the piano, sometimes acacia will appear out of nowhere, sit down next to him, and sway to the music. gray got more confident over time and started singing sometimes too. she'd harmonize with him and shit. basically, its really beautiful.
they love watching historical romances together. they've watched so many that whenever they greet each other, gray will bow down and kiss her hand like all of those men in fictional historical tv shows.
grayson went out to buy acacia skincare at some point in time bc he once saw her bathroom (and thus the products she uses) and he was so horrified he gasped. he made her promise to never use that shit again.
acacia loves birkin bags so grayson gets her one every year for her birthday
when acacia goes on business trips (idk why though cause she has no money but she takes trips in my head), she always buys a pen from the country she's in to give to gray so he can add it to his collection.
speaking of her business trips, grayson stays at her house when she’s gone to water her plants (she loves them).
when they paint/read/take walks in silence, they either listen to laufey or taylor swift.
grayson is really big on labeling things. he labels his binders, notebooks, pens, clothes etc and sometimes acacia sits there with him creating labels for him. (20)
whenever they watch tv, grayson cuddles up in acacia’s arms. no one says a thing, and it stays between them
grayson secretly paints acacia sometimes when she isn’t watching (or so he thinks). 
I mentioned earlier that acacia loves plants and flowers. grayson would totally go out, buy tons of different kinds of flowers, and make her custom made bouquets.
although she’s not his mother, grayson still buys her a mother’s day gift (a bouquet of flowers, and smth else (that changes every year) like some new paint, perfume, etc)
they wanted to start learning smth together as a bonding activity of sorts so they got into pottery. they watched videos (cause they didn’t want to get a teacher/attend classes) and practiced as often as they could together. they would laugh at each other in the end cause clay would end up everywhere. they’re now quite good at it and make each other little things every now and then
they are huge fans of listening to music the ‘old’ way. whenever they listen to music, they listen to vinyls or cassettes.
whenever they see each other, they go out and buy themselves bubble tea.
speaking of bubble tea, sometimes acacia will take some of the remaining bubbles (she never eats/drinks all of them) and throws them at grayson to loosen him up a bit. he does the same sometimes and they have what they call ‘bubble tea fights’.
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Because i can't get enough with Javi and Osita, for your 500 follower celebration, could I request #19 with themmmm?
and btw congratsssss for your 500 followers! you have so much talented, i love your writing so muchhhhh you deserved more and more followers ❤❤❤❤❤
Nonnie!!!! Thank you so much, you are so sweet 😭💖 I literally cannot get enough of them either and this one put me in the feels bc UGH I would say this is spoilers but its not because y'all already know how feral I am to give these two a baby mwahahahha
Peanut Butter and Pickles
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Summary: When Javi can't find you at the house, he begins to panic. Little does he know, you were just out at the store picking up your new, weird pregnancy craving.
Word Count: 1.2K (GOLD STAR FOR ME THIS IS THE SHORTEST THING I'VE EVER DONE)
Warnings: FLUFFFFFF, pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of food/eating, Javi just being a protective dad to be and literally just the cutest UGH
A/N: I need dad Javi deep in my bones. I NEED IT.
This can be read alone or as part of the It's Never Too Late Series!
Prompt from the 500 Followers Celebration Request!
From the moment he found out you were pregnant, Javier Peña had become an absolute nervous wreck. Not because he didn’t want to be a dad, not because he wasn’t over the moon excited to finally have the family he had always wanted, not even because he was worried about all of the ups and downs that parenthood could throw at him. Javier Peña was a nervous wreck, because there was nothing he wanted more than to give you and that baby everything in life that you’d ever deserved, and then some. Ever since he saw those two pink lines across the 6 pregnancy tests you had shown him almost 8 months ago (because you honestly couldn’t believe it either), Javi was willing to drop anything and everything to make sure you had everything you needed to keep you and that baby happy and healthy.
You generally prided yourself on being incredibly independent, not needing to ask for help on many things because you could figure it out on your own. That all came to a crashing halt the moment Javi found out you were expecting. As much as you insisted that you were more than capable of doing normal things around the house, this man couldn’t even let you get up to get a glass of water without offering to do it for you. You tried to fight it for a while, but now that you were 8 months pregnant in the middle of the sweltering July heat, you had found yourself more than happy to take up Javi on anything he was willing to help with. 
On this particular day, you had found yourself absolutely miserable- your back was killing you, you were absolutely exhausted, and you could not stop eating because you knew you were craving something, but you just couldn’t figure out what it was. You wandered over to the kitchen, for what must have been the 14th time today, opening and closing the fridge and pantry until it finally hit you. You needed pickles and peanut butter. Like, now. Looking over at the clock, you knew Javi would be close to being home soon, and would be more than happy to pick you up anything that you needed. He honestly probably would have been less shocked by this request than your one for tuna and ice cream a few weeks ago. But you couldn’t wait for Javi to get home, and with how close the grocery store was, you figured you’d probably be there and back before he even got to the house and there wasn’t any use in telling him that you’d be gone. Pulling your tank top down over your bulging belly, you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys, heading out to your car to head out to the grocery store. 
There hadn’t been a day that had gone by since Javi found out that you were pregnant that he hadn’t come home from work with the goofiest grin on his face. It didn’t matter how shitty his day had been, the fact that he knew he got to come home to you and the beautiful baby growing in your belly was the only thing in the world he needed to make him happy. That smile, however, quickly began to fade as he pulled into the driveway and realized that your car was gone. Trying his best to be rational, Javi jumped out of the car, not even bothering to grab his things as he ran into through the front door of the house. That rational quickly turned to panic as he went to grab the doorknob and realized that it had been left unlocked. “Hey Hermosa, it’s me!” Javi called out into the family room, greeted by the unsettling silence of no response. Making his way down the halls, opening up every door as he passed, his heart began to race, as you were nowhere to be found. Taking one last deep breath before going into full blown terror, Javi took out his cell phone to call you, hoping that your sweet voice would answer and calm his nerves. His call had the complete opposite effect, hearing the ringtone of your phone from the kitchen repeat over and over again. “Fuck…” He muttered to himself, now racing back to the front of the house, his brain flooded with the terrible what-if’s of why he couldn’t find you. His hand shook as he reached out to grab the doorknob to go back out to his car, but froze the moment he heard the sound of the garage door closing. It had been years since he had to carry a gun, but there was something so instinctive about the way he reached for the back of his waistband, praying with every bone in his body that whatever the reason was for the garage opening wasn’t the same reason he couldn’t find you. He waited a few more moments, slowly making his way towards the noise. 
“Oh hey! You’re home!” You grinned as you waddled down the hallway, pickle already dipped into the jar of peanut butter you had opened on the drive back from the store, about to shove another bite into your mouth before noticing the expression on Javi’s face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Your heart sank to his chest as you rushed over to Javi, standing at the front door with a panic stricken look spread across his face. 
“Never scare me like that again.” He whispered, his voice trembling as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly before pressing a soft kiss into the hair twisted into a messy bun on your head. “The car was gone and the door was unlocked- I- I tried to call your phone but you left it here. I thought something happened to you, Osita. Fuck, you scared me.” You could feel his heart rate finally starting to slow as you snaked your arms around his waist, peanut butter and pickle still in your hand. 
“Javi, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You looked up at him as he cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your jaw. “Your child is an incredibly hungry monster, just like her daddy, and I was convinced that if I didn’t go get this from the store this second I was literally going to explode. Although I was hoping that peanut butter and pickles was a less scary combination than the tuna and chocolate ice cream she wanted the other week.” You giggled as Javi dropped to his knees, rubbing his palms against your belly, peppering the bump with gentle kisses. 
“You still think it’s a girl?” He asked, beaming up at you, his mind now at ease as he had the both of you in front of him. 
“If there’s anything I know, it’s that whatever it ends up being, it’s got your appetite.” The both of you laughed as Javi stood back up, planting a tender kiss on your lips before pulling away. 
“Whatever it ends up being, I just know you’re gonna be the best momma in the whole world, and I love the both of you more than anything.” You felt your eyes begin to water, wondering how in the world you had ended up so damn lucky. 
“We love you too, Jav. Now let me eat my peanut butter and pickles before they get all full of tears and I have to go back out and buy a new jar.”
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lixiesfreckless · 6 months
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p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends
a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3
Keeho
metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon
"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]
will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair
don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look
he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them
matching silk bonnets!!!
if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level
in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor
Theo
wash day connoisseur
he's taking off work. he doesn't care
knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair
makes it into a spa day so you don't stress
has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right
loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)
will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new
Jiung
LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you
in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style
he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that
has a playlist just for times like these </333
late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY
Intak
LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon
"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time
enamored and cannot stop staring at you
pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage
wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable
"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"
oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)
he is so focused. and it is SO cute.
Soul
matching hair!!!
no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it
speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it
begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)
crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done
will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid
Jongseob
this boy LOVES a good fro
doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY
thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)
wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE
so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute
whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record
he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times
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rainbowsillz · 1 year
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uh uh what if—overblot riddle staining ink blots over a part of you to claim you as his.,.,,. like, think of it as a mark!1!
AKDMAJA literally got this from shye's AI so big thanks for shye!!
he grabs your chin with and rubs the ink blot along your skin, "wear this ink as a tribute to your queen. wear it and feel its grip, its grasp and how it clings to you. everytime you look in the mirror, you will remember that i own you."
the whole thing is not mine btwbtw BUT THIS,, ATLEAST,, SOMEHOW— made me giggle.
“ Thinking about running away? How unwise of you. ”
FT. Yan! Overblot Riddle X GN! Reader.
Tags: Possessiveness, forced relationship, non-consensual touching, Riddle is not kind, etc.
CW: Suggestive.
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...How could anyone knew he'd went berserk over it?
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Riddle — you should chillax.
So anyway you and your companions called him out on his obsession of following the rules.
The next part was him overblotting and many residents shouted and chaos occurred there.
He wasn't letting you off that easy though.
I'm sending holy water for you, prefect.
By his behavior, hell would break loose the moment he did catch up to you. It doesn't matter how, Riddle can and he will always, always have you. How far are you? Maybe he'll allow it at first. Feigning ignorance that he can't pinpoint your spot. And when you least think it? He'll shred every puny hope you had to leave his dormitory.
He'll ridicule you with his laugh when your round eyes welled with tears because his grip bruised on you. Your pain could not compare to his.
What good is Ace? Stop defending him!! You only need him! He would have spared you from these heartaches if you had listened to him..
Troublemakers must be disciplined.
In his madness, at the back of his head, he's aware that this wasn't logical, putting his frustrations on someone he admires was dogmatic. Though he can't focus on anything, he was filled with so much pessimism and anger.
You can squirm, yet his puissance and the phantom that loomed behind him would use its hand to clutch you, not too aggressive since Riddle wasn't going to eradicate you by that.
As they said, death was the most merciful choice at times, and oh how could he ever harm a naive little thing like you for his sick mind?
The housewarden wasn't that immoral.
A malign smile was on him, his face inches to you as if to register your terror he had done.
“..Are you going to cry? Does it hurt?”
The dorm leader whispered, it was near genuine, as if he wasn't wreaking havoc in Heartslabyul.
Don't you fall for this act of his, it's not kindness that he will show you, it's cruelty. He finds entertainment in the way you despaired, or that you think you can skip yourself out of the plight.
However to that question...
“It IS supposed to be a sanction. You are adorable in this state. You're beautiful.”
In fact, he was giddy to be the cause of your misery. You deserved it for siding with your friends. And he'll make sure you will be getting the bitterness of what humiliation would be.
Your answer won't be improving the situation T_T as he was not hearing you out.
He has been looking after you from the beginning up to today, so forgive him for being rough in his treatment with you, if it were the usual him, you may have a chance to reason or talk him out of whatever it was he needed.
You doubt you can do that currently.
His scarlet eyes scared you. Unstable breathing of yours spurred him to be inquisitive, and his fingers covered with substances you can't name placed underneath your jaw, the ink was sloughing your body and clothing you had.
If you were the others, you wouldn't be this fortunate, you should've thanked him.
Wave goodbye to your liberty because he was dragging you to where you had no clue of.
Black smudged on your hair, nape, wrists, pants, it's implied that you were his. No one should lay gaze on that which belongs to him! He was the queen, and your job was to be a tender darling.
A constricted emotion stirred inside him, he wondered how you would scream beneath him.
It was unbecoming for a dorm leader to be unsavory and having the dirtiest thoughts.
The restraint he had was diminishing because his desires were overwhelming to suppress.
Would you curse? Or would you beg to him?
You were babbling incorrectly for him to come to his senses. The red head was unfazed by that.
You were like an art for him.
Fantasizing about the distorted picture with him discarding you from your apparel.
Should he or shouldn't he?
There was no savior or knights coming for you.
He could have indulged himself, and you wouldn't be able to push him away either.
It was in the labyrinth that he took you to, away from civilization, away from any people.
Riddle almost wished that he could blemish onto your complexion with his affections, markings will fade, much to his displeasure.
That's fine.
He can imbed carvings. Later. Some scars can be interred into memories, don't they, hm?
His lips grazed your neck, the blot can disappear, his feelings on the other hand won't.
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worstghost · 2 years
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Husband Alejandro thoughts (also a little alejandro/you/rudy whoops) nsfw under the cut (also please correct me if my spanish is wrong, thank you)
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♡Loves when you have your hair and nails done. He'll pay for it, he'll do it himself, whatever you want. He likes when you show off your outfits too, especially if he bought it for you.
♡You guys are getting ready to go out to lunch, so you dress appropriately for the hot weather, and come out in a little white sundress, skin on display. His eyes rake down your form, stopping at the adorable platform sandals you just bought, your nails are painted red and he can see rings on a few of your toes and it makes him physically ache.
♡Will cook for you every night he's home, telling you to relax, thanking you with a kiss when you finally listen and let him take over.
♡He appreciates you so much, waiting for him, and taking care of your home (and children one day, he assures you).
♡Loves to make you laugh, will do anything to see you smile. Literally worships the ground you walk on.
♡Gives incredible massages, you never have to ask. The second you complain about your back or feet aching, or if you sleep wrong and your neck hurts, he's on top of it, running his calloused hands across your skin lovingly.
♡He's finally home for a longer stretch of time than a few days, and employs Rudy to help him clear out brush and wood from the backyard. You come out onto the back deck holding two glasses of ice water and stand for a moment. They're both soaked in sweat from the burning sun above them, and you bite your lip, watching Alejandro lift his shirt to wipe his face.
♡Rudy looks over and meets your eyes briefly before not-so-subtly moving down, taking in the little tank top and cut off shorts you're wearing. In your defense, you're working inside of the house, it gets hot there too.
♡Alejandro notices the exchange and saves it in the back of his mind for later.
♡He invites Rudy to stay for dinner, and you tell him it's a thank you for helping out today.
♡He's disappeared of to clean up and Alejandro comes up behind you while you cook, pressing his chest against your back. He leans in and presses kisses to your cheek and temple, making you giggle. "I saw you earlier today, cariño..."
♡You're confused, and turn to ask him what he means. He locks you against the counter, arms on either side of you. "I saw the way you looked at him." He smirks when your mouth falls open in surprise.
♡Before you can defend yourself, he presses a finger to your lips and shushes you, "Don't worry, querida, I think it's a good idea. You should ask him to join us some time."
♡He turns and returns to the dining room to sit with his friend, leaving you to catch your breath and just imagine the possibilities.
♡Finally gets you pregnant, and absolutely loves it. Every time he sees you when he returns home your belly is a little bigger and your smile even brighter.
♡When you show him the positive test, his heart stops, and he can't help but tear up slightly. He would rub his eyes quickly to hide it, and lift you up in a spinning hug. To him it's fully appropriate to thank you for giving him a baby, and he does, and all that night he whispers to your stomach about how excited he is, and how beautiful your child will be.
♡Will kiss you the entire way into the house, pulling layers of yours and his clothes off and whisper about how he can't wait to meet your baby and then give you another and another and another.
♡You giggle and tell him to slow down and he responds with, 'Oh I plan to, you're not leaving this bed until the morning...'
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♡Incredibly giving, will praise you and tell you how beautiful you look when you take all of him down your throat, petting your hair back and touching your tears with his thumb.
♡Loves to cum in your mouth, he likes when you sit back and look up at him, tongue sticking out with a little strand of spit connecting you to his cock.
♡Better than that though, he loves to finish in you when you're on your hands and knees, it's his favorite. He'll make sure to push as deep as he can, big hands splaying across your lower back to hold you in your spot.
♡He likes the noises you make when he's just a little too deep, you'll whimper and squirm against him and he'll talk you through it. 'Fuck, querida, mírate tan hermosa...'
♡You two do invite Rudy into the bedroom that night, and he nearly chokes on his food, realizing that you're both dead serious. He can't say no to that, not when he feels your foot nudge him under the table and travel up to his thigh.
♡Fucking his best friends wife doesn't sound ideal to him, until he sees how excited Alejandro actually is. He teases him and tells him if he treats you right, you might invite him in again.
♡When you start undressing is when it really hits him, and he let's you lead him to the bed and push him back, trailing your hands down to unbutton his jeans.
♡Alejandro watches happily, throwing out little quips every now and then to help him along.
♡'You don't have to be so gentle, I promise, she likes when you're a little mean...'
♡He swallows hard and tightens his grip on your hair, shuddering at the moan you release around his cock. He's not as big as Alejandro, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm, lifting his hips to meet your mouth.
♡Before he can finish, you pull off and run your nails down his thighs, and his entire body shakes. 'Can I ride you, please...'
♡He's never wanted anything so much, he happily helps you up and over him, looking at Alejandro across the room for permission.
♡Rudy didn't expect to find him blissed out, holding his own cock, watching intently. It only urges him further.
♡You ride him until you cum, shaking and moaning against his chest when you fall, and you beg him to finish in you and he can't fucking take it anymore and grips your thighs so hard it stings and meets his hips with yours one last time.
♡After a bit of clean up and redressing, you two walk him to the front door, thanking him for his help and staying for dinner like it was the most normal night in the world. He can't stop thinking about you, or Alejandro for that matter, and he really hopes you guys invite him back...
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