#he just needs to feel ✨️extra✨️

[lilbeanz]

Not really an ask, more of a personal observation but I love how Draco likes to feel tall at all times 😭😭 he keeps standing on tables and from the recent promo art of book 5 he's wearing HEELS

Like damn boy you're already tall af no need to add those extra inches 😭 Harry's gonna have to physically turn his head up to look at Draco by the end of JODT ☠️

Omg how did you know that was my master plan all along?????😳

[monstersflashlight]

In LOVE with your alien fics and I was wondering if it's alright to request for a specific alien race? Specifically the Yautjas (the alien creature from the Predator movies)

I was thinking of a human reader who works in an intergalactic repair shop of some kind for space travel and while she's used to getting beings of their race come by often, there's this one yautja who just keeps coming back more frequently than the others and since he's being such a generous and regular customer she decides to give him some "perks" 👀👀

If you can't then it's fine just wanted to try asking. Absolutely adore your writing and am thankful to have found your blog!! ✨️✨️

A/N: I don’t usually do specific alien races, but you are welcome to imagine this one is a yautja. Also, if you are wondering… yes, the title is a joke. Enjoy!

The perks of being an alienfucker

Alien x fem!reader || exhibitionism (technically), semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk (very light)

You’ve been working as a mechanic at the space station for a while. For long enough that some of the “locals” already know you. You are friendly with a couple of them, always cheerful when they show up to fix one thing or the other. You suspect they only bring you the little problems to fix so they can chat with you, you are something like a catch by intergalactic standards. Or so they’ve told you.

But there’s one… There’s one alien that makes your blood boil and your pussy get wet. Every time he shows up you have to bite your lip to avoid saying something inappropriate. But the fact that he doesn’t look much better makes you feel extra giddy. You almost expect him to bend you over the spaceship and fuck you hard, but he never does.

He’s always waiting, as if he’s expecting some kind of signal from you that you want the same thing. And he catches you in the worst moment, when you are ovulating and your vibrator broke down last night. He appears at the door with his big strong arms and his too big body and you are already salivating. You can see every ridge of his body in his super tight suit…

And you had enough of the teasing, of the flirting, of the way his eyes run over your body as if he’s imagining licking every inch of you.

So you turn around and bend over the spaceship. The inclination of the hood makes your ass be higher than your shoulders and you are sure you look sinful like that. You look over your shoulder as you lower your pants and panties, exposing your pussy to him. If he doesn’t get the signal he needs with that… you are more than done trying to get this fine specimen of an alien to fuck you senseless.

He stops what he’s saying (you don’t even know because you weren’t paying attention), and looks at you, his eyes traveling down your body and focusing on your most vulnerable place. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds breathless, and it makes a shiver run down your spine.

You press your face against the cold metal, rapidly warming under your skin, and look at him over your shoulder, wriggling your hips a little. “I think it’s pretty clear. I’m face down, ass up, do you need a map?” You tease like the little shit you are.

He steps closer to you, still a couple feet away. “Don’t play with me, human,” he growls. His eyes are as dark as ever, and he’s clenching his fists at his sides. He seems to be vibrating and you can’t stop the little whimper that leaves your mouth.

“I want you to play with me,” you tell him after your brain starts working again.

He stomps his way to you until he’s standing right behind you, his hands hovering over your exposed backside. “Last chance to say this is all a joke, human,” he warns.

You growl, and he inhales loudly. “Fuck me already, for fuck’s sake,” you let out, your body tense and ready to explode just having him there, looking.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to fall to his knees behind you and start devouring your cunt and asshole like a desperate alien was not it. You try to find something to grab, but you are powerless as he eats you out with everything he has.

You are panting and moaning, a little part of your brain realizing the door is wide open and anybody can walk in. But that only makes you hotter, groaning deeply as he pushes a finger inside of you. Is messy and fast, and your first orgasm catches you off guard completely.

He pulls back, growling low and sustained, it almost sounds like… “Are you purring?” You let out in a choked breath, almost wanting to laugh. But he doesn’t let you think twice about it, the tip of his dick pressing against your opening.

He pushes in, one long thrust that makes your feet get off the ground and you are grateful he ate you so well before because you definitely needed the extra lubrication. He’s big. He feels huge, actually. And you can’t get enough of him.

He fucks you nasty, his hips pushing yours forward and making you hit the metal of the spaceship in an almost forceful way that makes your brain short-circuit as you see stars. He keeps grunting and moaning, and the sounds he makes only drive you further into ecstasy.

It’s fast and hard and everything you needed.

“Come for me before somebody walks by, human. I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock,” his crude words make you twitch around him, creating a new wave of curses and grunts that drive you over the edge.

The orgasm rocks your body backwards, pushing him as deep as possible as you tremble. Your face is pressed to the spaceship and your knees feel weak as he grabs your hips and pushes you off your feet, rutting inside of you until you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. It’s exhilarating in the best way possible.

You come back to your body feeling like jelly, plastered against the spaceship unable to move. He pulls back with a groan, kissing your back one last time before caressing your side.

“I’ll be coming tomorrow... to check on the spaceship.” He whispers before patting your ass and pushing your pants and panties back up, trapping the mess he made on your pussy against the fabric. It feels weird and sticky, but makes your lower belly boil with arousal.

You can’t wait until he returns.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Any ViltruWives crumbs to spare? 🙏👀✨️

Heres me rambling about old men, cuz god... I LOVE old men, so much.

Fake old man lovers could not survive me. 

I know it probably wouldnt hit any of the viltrumwives, cuz they're supposed to be all, you know. Greater beings who don't have the weaknesses humans do. But my god... old men with erectile dysfunction. The only one of them I could even imagine having anything like that would be Conquest, as he's the oldest out of all of them. 

Speaking of old. I could see all four of them feeling a bit out of it because they're just... old. Especially if you are human, then they would be so so much older than you. It's even funnier if you somehow still have more experience than them. Big chance you do, since viltrumites are so duty bound, unlike us humans, who can just do whatever. 

I think they all dress like old men too, like, polo shirts, khaki pants, socks and sandals, those shades that dads wear when grilling. Nolan dresses the best when it comes to human clothing, since he's been here for so long and knows the ups and downs. 

Only one out of them that knows how to cook is Nolan, but I feel that Kregg would easily pick up on it when needed. Conquest would try his best, cuz I feel he would get something out of creating instead of destroying. Thragg doesn't cook. 

All four of them love a good backrub. You can't actually massage them or work out the kinks in their backs, because of viltrumite muscle and all that, but they love it anyways. 

I feel all of them would love if you grew a moustache too. It's not a necessity, but they would find you extra handsome with one. 

Speaking of moustaches and beards, you end up with a lot of beard burn, anywhere and everywhere. I can see Conquest as the type to rub his face against you like a big cat, where Kregg, Thragg, and Nolan are more obvious with their affection.  

Thragg is the kind to nip at your chin and neck as he bares his teeth, playfully growling. Only when you guys are alone though, he will not show weakness like that around anyone else. 

[lem0nt1ddy]

HEADCANONS (NSFW)

✨️Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring A Ding x reader

Not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting anyone to like the last fic I made, so I'm super flattered by y'all's love and support!

Lux is a complex character, it's hard to pinpoint exactly where Mr. Ring A Ding ends and Lux begins. So I wanted to include their differences even though they share one form.

(Also to those who did send in a request, I'm working on the responses!! Just you wait (｡• ̀д•́) 人 (•̀ω•́ )ﾊﾞ)

WARNING: Vaginal sex, shameless thirsting, tits fuck, nesting (I guess?), body worshipping, oral and size kink mention, etc. Minors GTFO

Oh boy, what have you gotten yourself into?

At a glance, Mr. Ring A Ding seems all charm and class—cartoonish flair, slick lines, nothing extra under that flamboyant suit. It's all showbiz with charm and wit! Sure, with that wicked grin, he’s got a knack for jokes with a sinister side, but shouldn't have any EXTRA EQUIPMENT under those slacks of his, right?

Lux changed that.

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MR. RING A DING

• Always preps beforehand. Are things getting heated in the cinema? He'd scramble around like a madman, finding pillows, blankets, anything soft for you two to lay down on. The floor? Please. You deserve better.

• If you're aroused, oh yeah, he can tell. You're an open book to him. Initially, he is a bit coy about it for the first time with that grin-- but will easily fold and give in. He's more than happy to take care of you.

• First time seeing you naked? He's awestruck. Wide-eyed. Antennas twitching. You're the sexiest thing alive to him, his weakness.

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His brows arched, eyes widening just slightly, antennae giving the faintest twitch. “...Oh...Oh.” Oh, yes.

The realization hit him like a low hum in his chest. He leaned in, slowly, a deliberate smirk tugged at the corner of his lips; the heat between your legs became almost impossible to disregard.

“You’re aroused, aren't you?" he murmured, voice rich and dark. His breath crawled over your skin, igniting a spark low in your belly. "W-what?" You swallowed roughly, but it didn’t help convince him otherwise. It's almost as if his eyes were lasers, piercing through your clothing. "You're aroused." He repeated, his gaze inert.

He glanced around—left, right. One quick, calculated check of your surroundings before his attention slid back to you.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed his knee between your thighs, firm, unwavering. “Don’t hide it,” he whispered, voice like smoke. “I want to feel just how much you need me." You could hear the grin in his voice as he leaned in and whispered against your neck.

"You're kidding." You gasped subconsciously in response.

"Don't make me laugh."

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SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• Vanilla- but extremely flexible! He’s a gentleman first, and a fast learner second. Tell him what you like, he'll do it with enthusiasm.

• Remember when I said that he can't keep his hands to himself? Yeah—multiply that by ten. They're all over you. Your breasts, your waist, your tummy, your thighs, that gorgeous face. He's a hungry fucking man and you're a masterpiece he wants to ruin.

• Oh yeah, speaking of which, Mr. Ring A Ding loves tits. Yours specifically. Small? Big? In the middle? He doesn't care, he's starving for them. Loves to hold them, kiss them, suck on them like they’re candy. Low-cut shirts got him DROOLING.

• Tit fucking? GOES CRAZY FOR SOME. Tries it once, and now he's hooked-- bro goes feral.

• He's gentle and has more self-control than the Lux side of him. But that self-control can only be maintained for so long. As the heat rises, he’s unraveling fast.

• High libido, this guy is on overdrive, and can't help it. The bedroom ham sandwich? He’s always hungry.

• A selfless lover, he'll do whatever it takes to get you off. And not just once-- multiple times. Your pleasure is priority one. That’s his mission!! He has NO concept of getting tired. He could cum 3 times in a row and would still be going strong. Oral, fingers, anything that will please you.

• Prefers privacy more than public sex- he favors intimacy. It's a plus if y'all are in a small space!

• A rail-you-into-next-month sweetheart. This goddamn cutie pie is constantly holding your face and kissing you. He will see what you like, and keep at it. He may be clumsy, but he's new to this. He's trying, ok? 🥺 It's out of love.

NOISE

• Makes a lot of it. This man is panting and groaning all over the place. He cannot shut the fuck up, constantly yapping about how intense you feel and asking if you like it.

• Gets off to how loud you are. He's not completely happy until he has you practically sobbing and screaming his name, overstimulation building in your gut. The louder you are, the wilder he gets. Whimpers, moans-- that’s music to his ears.

---> (Don't worry, he's going to check if you're crying because of pleasure and not because of pain. He doesn't want that. ☹️)

🌙 Do you think that's it? Oh no, Lux is still alive and thriving under Mr. Ring A Ding's skin.

LUX IMPERATOR

• Sure, back in his early perspective-warping days, he was barely two feet tall—but don’t let that fool you! He could most definitely make you scream.

•Now? With full control of his size and proportions? He’ll absolutely use it to his advantage. Remember he's a God. He'd twist physics itself in the name of ruining you perfectly.

• If you got a fantasy, he'd want to be it. Got a craving? Kink? A dirty wish? Tell him-- he wants to make you squirm in the best way possible.

• A THIRSTY BASTARD. He's perverted for sure. You could be wearing the baggiest clothes known to man and he'd still be eye-fucking you from afar. If you even breathe next to him, you're done for.

• Bro is a MENACE. He's got his hands on you, and always begs for you to "have some fun" with him all the time. You could be turned around doing something, and he'll come up and literally dry-hump you from behind.

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“Oh, come on, darlin’!" he whined dramatically, dropping to his knees like a diva in distress, hands clasped together like he was praying, with crocodile tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “You're killing me! I’m falling apart here!”

He looked up at you with the biggest, fakest pout imaginable—antennae twitching, eyes wide with mischief.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please??” he sing-songed, crawling a little closer. “Let’s have some fun—just a quick round! I promise!" A lie, but you already know it.

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SEXUAL BEHAVIOR

• Lux is a lot rougher and has the capability of losing control-- almost reckless. Animalistic. He doesn't just want to make love, he wants to ravage you like a rabid beast. If he's in the mood, you're in trouble.

• This man is OBSESSED with bending in every single strange position he can think of-- Upside-down, backwards, sideways? He’ll make it work. It's an absolute PLUS to dating a cartoony God. Bones? Joints? The way he bends, it doesn't even seem like he has any.

• Libido is high as well but has absolutely no shame. He'll fuck you right then and there wherever you are—back alleys, stairwells, empty hallways. He enjoys getting down and dirty in places where he shouldn't. Can't wait, too desperate and horny to care. Be prepared to get dragged to a secluded area. Loves public sex for sure, addicted to the risk of getting caught.👍

• In comparison to Mr. Ring A Ding, he's an ass kind of guy! Worships it. Craves it. Always got his hands on it. Smacks it when you walk by. He enjoys doggy for this reason! He can't help it! 😉

• Can be gentle when he wants to be. Still takes care of you like a gentleman-- though that gentleman can turn into a werewolf easily.

NOISE

• Never shuts up when it comes to dirty talk. Lux doesn't make as much noise in terms of moans but you’ll hear low, guttural groans and breathy grunts as he ruts into you. Bro makes real noise with his dirty talk.

• ENJOYS FEEDBACK! Feeds off your reactions-- If you make a lot of noise, he gets even HARDER. Tell him you've never felt this way before. Let him know he's ruining you. Tell him you love the way he stretches you out, he'll love it.

HEAD?

• Oh yes, please! LOVES receiving but enjoys GIVING even more. Trust me, he's enjoying it much more than you are. The way you clutch at his hair and beg? He eats it up—literally.

FANTASIES?

• UH OH. YOU'D BETTER RUN.

• 100% HAS A SIZE KINK. He lives for the contrasts of your body and his! I can dig deeper into it in a future post!

BONUS: Has a fantasy of shagging you on stage with the spotlight on you both. Every moan, every thrust, every scream of his name? Broadcasted to the imaginary crowd. Lux isn't shy in the slightest about it. (Mr. Ring A Ding is slightly embarrassed about it though.) ____________________________________________________

That's it for tonight y'all! Reminder: I'm taking requests!

I'll be talking about his Ding-a-Ling more soon in a separate post as well. I've got tons of ideas!

[russellsppttemplates]

They're my babies! (Lando Norris)

While preparing for baby number three, you start to notice just how grown up Matilda and Fraser are

Note: english is not my first language. I'm back and I'm not sure if I still know how to do this 🫣 Thank you for being so patient ✨️ I hope it's enjoyable to read!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not actively taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

my masterlist

Cw: reader is pregnant, mentions worries associated with pre-eclampsia, prematurity and themes associated with them

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"And where are my two boys going?", you inquired as you heard Lando tell Fraser to finish his breakfast so they could get ready to go.

"Daddy is taking me to get a haircut!", Fraser beamed as he ruffled his curls, "they're hindering me in the eyes", he explained.

"I'm getting my hair trimmed as well", your husband offered, kissing the top of your head after he set your tea next to your plate.

"Thank you, love", you whispered, "me and Tilly are staying in today, aren't we, princess?", you checked with your daughter. When you were putting her to bed the previous night, she asked if you could stay home for the day so she could help you with preparing the nursery for the arrival of your babygirl - the furniture was already in place, now you just needed to fill it with clothes bedding and all of the products you needed for your baby girl.

"Yes, I'm helping mummy with Lottie's things!", your oldest daughter smiled before taking a spoonful from her porridge.

"That's very nice of you, sweetheart", Lando praised, kissing the top of her head and getting the plates from the table to put in the dishwasher.

The boys headed upstairs to change while you and Tilly stayed back downstairs, giving her your undivided attention as she told you about what happened in school. With the approach of the baby's arrival, you and Lando made extra effort to spend alone time with each of your kids.

"Mummy! Tilly! I want to show you something, where are you?", Fraser called just as you were getting ready to go upstairs yourselves.

"We're heading upstairs!", Matilda replied.

At the top of the stairs, you were met with your husband and your son dressed in a white t-shirt and dark green shorts. Apart from the little cartoon Fraser 's t-shirt had, they were identical to the eye.

"Are you matching? Look at you two!", you cooed, stretching your arms so you could take him in and have the little boy close to you.

"I don't want to hurt you, mummy - I'm a big boy", Fraser mumbled as he set him on your hip.

"You won't, my love, I'm good", you assured as Lando also rubbed your back, "you two look so handsome".

"It's true, daddy and Fraser look handsome! Can we match today too, mummy?", Matilda asked.

Lando blushed slightly at the attention he was getting, hiding his face on your daughter's neck and blowing a raspberry there, making her let out a loud squeal followed by her melodic laugh, "that tickles daddy!".

"You look really beautiful, mummy", Fraser whispered on your ear, resting his head on your chest and playing with your hair.

"Thank you, baby boy", you kissed his cheek, "are you planning on giving me a new hair do too?", you joked.

"No, it looks pretty like this, but I just like to play with it", he mumbled.

The four of your stayed in the hallway for a bit before, just taking in the moment before Lando and Fraser really had to go, not wanting to miss their appointment.

Matilda helped you pick out a loungewear set that was comfortable and breezy before she went to her wardrobe to grab one of her lavender dresses, thinking the colour was perfect to match your own clothes.

"Where are we going to start, mummy?", Matilda wondered, sitting down on the rug inside the nursery and looking at all the boxes filled with unfolded clothes.

"These are all washed so we just have to fold them and organise them into the drawers - I'd you want to play or do something that you find more fun, you can do it, Tilly, I don't mind", you assured, hardly thinking folding clothes would be the funnest activity for your seven year old.

"No, mummy, I want to help you! Can you just put some music on your phone, please?", she asked, prompting you to play some of your favourites in your Spotify app.

"The top ones can be for the baby grows - we'll go through a lot of them so they need to be quick and easy to grab", you explained as you got the folded clothes from her hands.

"This one here is so pretty, mummy!", Matilda pointed to a babygrow you remembered her wearing when she was a baby.

"We got this one from uncle George and auntie Carmen when you were born", you smiled, unfolding the piece to take a good look at the embroidered stars on the piece. Despite having been worn multiple times by both Matilda and Fraser, the piece was still in good quality given the materials it was made out of.

"Me? Was I ever this little?", Matilda argued softly, standing behind the piece so she could see the difference, "wow, it's so hard to believe that", she mused.

Your emotions got the best out of you as your memory took you back to the times of newborn Matilda. You and Lando were first time parents and naturally things didn't fall into place right away - there was a lot of learning still and finding out what worked for your baby and your family despite everything you read on the books, but the newborn bubble was a time you cherished fondly.

"You were! I even remember this one being a little loose on you, daddy had to roll up the sleeves so they wouldn't bunch up on your hands", you recalled your husband doing so, holding her to his chest as he adjusted the fabric on the little one's body.

"I'm so much bigger now!", Matilda smiled before folding the piece again and placing it in the drawer.

"Yes, you are", you gulped, keeping the tears at bay as you watched your not so little girl independently carry on with her task.

A call interrupted you, Matilda handing you the phone from its spot on the chest of drawers so you wouldn't have to get up.

"Thank you, my love - hello!", you asked to the other side of the line, engaging in conversation with your sister in-law.

"Is it Nana Cisca or auntie Cisca?", Matilda asked when you put the phone on speaker so they could talk too.

"It's auntie Cisca, Tilly! How is my little princess?", she asked over the phone.

As soon as they talked about everything they needed to talk, and ending the call with a promise of a drawing session in the garden for when the weather looked nice, your daughter and you bid goodbye to your husband's sister.

"Mummy!", you heard Fraser call after the door closed just as you were plating up some snacks for you and Matilda.

"You boys got home just in time for snack time!", you called back, bringing the plates to the table before Lando and Fraser stepped inside the kitchen.

The sight before you could only be disguised as double vision. Fraser always looked a little bit more like Lando when compared to the physical traits he got from you, but right now, there was Lando and a mini Lando.

"Do you not like my haircut, mummy?", your son asked as a tinge of insecurity made it to his voice.

"Of course I like it, Fraser - I love it!", you quickly assured, picking him up so you could take a good look at his handsome face, "you look so handsome, my love! You and daddy look so much like eachtoher, that's why I was quiet for a bit", you explained.

Lando approached you, pecking your lips and rubbing your baby bump, "the hairdresser said the same actually", he mused as he sat next to Matilda and stole one of her strawberries.

"There's enough food for all of us, let me make some more", you smiled at their antics.

"I want to go down, mummy", Fraser asked so you could set him on the floor.

Lando took the opportunity to swap with the little boy, offering him his spot at the table and heading to stand next to you by the counter.

"And do I look handsome too?", your husband whispered on your ear as he circled your waist, his hands landing on your baby bump and feeling her move.

"The most handsome of all, although Fraser is serious competition", you giggled.

"He's one cute little dude, isn't he?", your husband stated, "what can I say? We make really cute kids, Y/N Norris", he kissed your neck, "and we're about to have proof number three of that - how has she been?".

"She's been well behaved today, although as soon as she hears your voice, she goes back to being a wiggly baby", you chuckled as you felt a particularly hard kick.

"Calm down, sweet girl, daddy is excited to be home too but we can't kick mummy like that, can we? You can't be a trouble maker already", Lando spoke softly, kissing your cheek one last time before he carried on helping you make something to eat.

"And that way, she always knew that she could count on her friends", you finished Fraser's bedtime story, tucking him in properly before setting the book back on the shelf.

"Good night, mummy", Fraser mumbled sleepily, "I love you to the moon and back".

"Sweet dreams, Fraser, I love you all the way around the milky way", you mumbled back, kissing his forehead and leaving the room once you turned off the light.

You could faintly hear some noise coming from Matilda's bedroom, knocking on the door softly before opening it and seeing Lando sat on the bed with Tilly on his arms, a finished book on his thighs as they spoke softly.

"Still not asleep?", you nudged.

"I wanted Tilly to show you this", Lando pointed to the drawing on top of her desk, "tell mummy what that is".

"This is our family, and we can use this to teach Lottie when she's born", Matilda clarified, "Nana Cisca has the same name as auntie Cisca, Lottie can be confused, mummy", she reasoned.

"That's very nice and thoughtful of you princess", you smiled, tracing all the lines on the paper.

You and Lando wished her a good night before leaving her bedroom, Lando popping into Fraser's room to kiss him goodnight another time and to check if he was asleep before meeting you in the bedroom.

"This morning, Tilly found the baby grow with the stars George and Carmen gifted us and she held it up against her chest and I have been a mess since", you admitted as Lando held out his arms for a cuddle.

"She's really grown up, isn't she? I have no idea how she thought about the names", Lando chuckled.

"Your sister called this morning and she wondered if it was her or your mother - she seemed to stick with the thought but I didn't think much of it", you shrugged your shoulders as you rocked in eachother's embrace.

"She's really clever, she gets that from you, that's for sure", Lando offered.

"Seems right since you managed to get rid of my little baby boy and bring back a mini you version from the hairdresser!", you scoffed as Lando looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, "don't act all innocent! Fraser was my cuddly baby boy this morning, then you took him to get a haircut and suddenly he looks like a pre teen! And he said he didn't want to cuddle me", you pouted.

"Well, I did take him for the haircut, but I didn't actually do it myself", Lando argued playfully, earning him light slap on his chest, "but I did tell him he had to be careful with you now that you're towards the end of the pregnancy", he nudged.

"Lando", you pouted.

"I didn't tell him to not cuddle you! I just told him that he needed to be careful with you carrying heavy things and stuff like that - he was the one to suggest that from now on he would only cuddle you when you were laying down!", your husband told you in his defense.

"He's still my baby! And Tilly is too! I want cuddles with my babies no matter what!", you stated, feeling Charlotte kick Lando's tummy since you were still glued together, "you too, my love, in due time", you mumbled the last part.

"I tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a cuddle session in bed, all of us and I'll make sure Tilly and Fraser are as close to you as possible", Lando smiled.

"That sounds good", you agreed, kissing his lips before you started getting ready for bed.

As you sat down after pulling the covers, Lando noticed there was still something that was leaving you unsettled.

"I can tell something is worrying you still - you have that frown line Fraser has on his forehead too", Lando nodded as he rubbed your feet and ankles since they had swelled a bit lately.

"What if I can't be a good home for this baby, too?", you asked as Lando quirked an eyebrow at you, "Fraser had to come earthside earlier because my blood pressure was a mess, and before that I spent days in hospital trying to make sure he had the least amount of deficits possible. What if I can't carry to term this time around either?", you whispered the last part, almost like if you said it any louder, it was bound to happen straight away.

"I'm scared too, my love", Lando spoke after gathering his thoughts, "but we are doing what we can to make sure this baby cooks for as long as she has to before coming to us - we're having extra appointments to check with everything, we're being active and healthy, I'm also travelling as less as I possibly can, and we have both of our parents coming here for help on a schedule so you don't stress out so much - I know you'll never admit it because you think it's a dirty expression, but those two?", he pointed in the direction of the kids' bedrooms, "they're definitely my children because of the chaos they cause and it's stressful. I love them to death - I'd do anything for them -, but, my word, is it hard sometimes?!", he giggled as you nodded in agreement, "I'd never want you to feel all the parenting stress on your own, it's not good any other time and it's especially not good when you're carrying our little girl", he smiled, kissing just above your baby bump.

"I just want to be a safe home for Lottie", you rubbed your babybump.

"And you are, Y/N, her first home and the safest of them all - and even though I'm not wishing for it, if it happens again, we know we can handle it and most of that is because your such a strong woman", he praised as he sat next to you and held your hand in his, "we're in this together and you can always come to me whenever these scary thoughts come around", he kissed your lips.

"Thank you", you whispered again, pecking his lips.

"That's not a nice greeting, I deserve better, gorgeous girl", he smirked, supporting himself on his arms while carefully hovering over you while he was still able to, "you deserve better, and apparently they say this can be very relaxing and lower your blood pressure, so you're in for a fine night, pretty mama", he said as he stole a proper kiss from your lips.

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Thank you @alekminecraft for the request! You are right, we do need more Vox x Reader and I am more than happy to oblige! *waggles brow* This story is dedicated to @mraprilfools, honestly, his comment on the discord server literally birthed the whole smut scene for this story! Thank you boo!

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, dual POV, rough s♡x, possessive!vox, jealous!vox, established relationship, misunderstanding, multiple ♡rgasm (f!receiving), gentle s♡x, miscommunication, aftercare, vox is bad with feelings, reader is bad with feelings, prequel to the story anniversary, related to mandatory overtime universe, using s♡x instead of talking it out, fluff, romance, vox being a simp

✨️ recommended to read mandatory overtime and anniversary first for a fulsome experience ✨️

The shift in your demeanour was subtle at first – just a slight straightening of your spine, an easier smile that seemed to find its way to your lips unbidden. But as the days passed, you could feel it blooming, like a secret garden hidden deep within your chest.  

You stood taller, shoulders pulled back in a confidence that felt new, almost unfamiliar. You’d catch glimpses of yourself on reflective surfaces, taking that extra moment to admire the polish of your makeup, the gentle curve of a perfectly placed smile. Clothes became something more than fabric; each piece felt like a promise, a flicker of anticipation. Maybe, you thought, he’d like this colour on me. 

At Voxtek, your patience with your less-than brilliant colleague was almost saintly, though in your mind, a quiet laugh reminded you that perhaps you weren’t quite so charitable as to call yourself a saint. Still, each silly mishap, each minor annoyance was met with a grace that even surprised you.  

How different you’d become! And for a reason so dangerously thrilling: you were dating your boss, the enigmatic Vox himself. It was deliciously reckless, a violation of company policies that held no real meaning here in Hell. Life – if you could call it that – had never been so thrillingly complicated.  

Your heart would flutter each time you checked your VPhone, hoping to find a message from him, something to acknowledge that this secret connection wasn’t only yours to nurture. But as the days crept by into weeks then into two months, your smile waned.  

You told yourself that he was busy, that running a successful business didn’t leave room for constant messages and weekend dates. Yet, the gnawing ache in your chest wasn’t as easily consoled. Day after day, the once – sweet anticipation soured, replaced with something dark, bruised. You felt yourself beginning to doubt, the loneliness slipping to quiet moments like a poison.  

Weeks turned into a month. The space he once filled with his clever messages, his small gestures, was emptier than ever. The pang of it felt like a betrayal. Was he treating you like some passing amusement, like those nameless sinners who drifted in and out of Valentino’s entourage? Each unanswered day may you feel more dispensable, more invisible, as if you were just a shadow flitting through the corner of his life.  

You fought back the frustration, resisted the urge to march into his office, to demand something – anything – that would remind you that this wasn’t a dream gone wrong. You told yourself that in Hell, beggars couldn’t be choosers. And yet, you weren’t just a beggar. You were his partner

...or so you’d thought.  

And so, as the days blurred into one another, resentment simmered, joined by the creeping insecurity that maybe he’d rekindled things with that damned moth demon Valentino. Your mind churned, frustration blooming into something darker. The thought twisted in your heart, each new day of silence leaving it tighter, angrier. You couldn’t keep swallowing the ache, the anger. You needed answers, clarity, a sense of what you meant to him.  

So today, you decided, was the day. No more silence. No more excuses. You would speak to Vox, and finally, figure out where you stood – whether you were his partner or just another fleeting entertainment.  

You climbed the stairs to Vox’s office, each step fuelled by a fierce resolve that burned hotter with every unanswered day, every silent hour he’d left you waiting. Your coworkers scattered at the sight of your face, expression flashing with shock, maybe even fear, though you barely registered it. Drama queens. Let them gape if they wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered but to reach him. 

You didn’t knock; you weren’t in the mood for niceties, and you knew, oh, how well you knew that he disliked it. Your petty rebellion made your pulse quicken, a small, desperate thrill that drowned out the whisper of doubt. The door parted, and you crossed the bridge to the circular platform where Vox was stationed.  

Rows upon rows of screens surrounded him, their dim blue glow casting shadows across his angular face as he surveyed his empire, Hell unfolding in fractals across the monitors.  

“Vox,” you called, voice sharp, slicing through the ambient hum of machinery.  

He didn’t turn. His shoulders tightened, the only tell that he’d even heard you. “Not now,” he bit out, his tone a frigid slap, cutting through your bravado with painful precision.  

The words hit you harder than you’d expected. That coldness, so unlike him when he looked at you, was suddenly stripped of the warmth you’d grown so used to, and it left you feeling hollow, exposed. For a moment, your resolve wavered, but you forced your heart to harden. You wouldn’t be silenced.  

Not this time.  

“I think now is a great time, considering you haven’t replied to any of my messages. Or my emails,” you said, folding your arms across your chest, the gesture an attempt to stop your heart from pounding out of your rib cage.  

He didn’t move, didn’t even look at you. “Was it personal or business?” he snapped, his voice as sharp and unfeeling as cold steel.  

A painful tightness squeezed your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs. Standing there, in the empty chasm of his silence, feeling the weight of his apathy pressing down on you...it made you feel small, like something easily brushed aside. Your throat tightened, your eyes stung, and you cursed yourself for the weakness. You knew Vox; you’d known from the beginning he was ruthless, an overlord who ruled with an iron hand and a closed heart.  

But you’d thought – no, you’d believed – that what lay between you both was different. You’d given him your heart, laid yourself bare before him, trusting that he’d shelter you, protect you, even if he never said it aloud. The confession of love you’d shared a few months back echoed bitterly in your mind. You’d been so naïve. So stupid. Foolish to think you could crack that iron mask and see the man beneath.  

Yet, despite the ache, despite the icy barb, you couldn’t just leave. You’d stayed by his side for years now, weathering his tempers and tantrums, and your loyalty had only deepened. Taking a steadying breath, you forced yourself to try again, voice quivering despite your best effort. “Listen, if you’re busy right now, maybe we could schedule something? Like, maybe a meeting...or even,” you gulped, feeling the sense of baring your heart to him once more, “a d-date, ‘cause you know,” you fiddled with your fingers, “it’s been so long.” 

The silence that followed was suffocating, the dark room pressing in on you, his back still turned as if you were beneath his notice. You fought the crushing weight, each second eroding what little courage you had left.  

Finally, he spoke, his voice slow, dripping with disdain. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” 

His claws tore into the metal console, the screech of rending steel tearing through the air. The unexpected violence jolted you, and your shoulders flinched despite yourself.  

“N-no, I wasn’t trying to tell you to-” you stammered, the humiliation sinking in, but he didn’t let you finish.  

“Shut up. You’re nothing but my personal assistant,” he sneered, standing up, his head lowered as if his own words repulsed him. His shoulders trembled, and you saw the fury emanating from him like a physical force. “Easily replaceable, and it seems you don’t realize that!” 

The monitors flickered, their glow casting strange, stuttering shadows around him, as if even the machine rejected his rage. His voice thundered through the room, harsh, merciless, each word a cold, jagged dagger that sliced into you. “All these lowlifes telling me what to do, people fucking screwing up, leaving me to clean up their fucking messes. All of them...useless!” 

With a sickening crunch, he drove his fist into the console, a crater splintering into the metal as sparks and a discharge of electricity exploded around him. The smell of burnt wiring and the sharp, crackling silence left in the wake of his outburst was suffocating.  

Your head spun, your mind desperately grasping for a reason, an answer to where this torrent of bitterness had come from. But his words sank in, piercing one by one, relentless. They reached deep, ripping open an ache you hadn’t even known was there until now. Shameful heat stung your eyes, and you fought it, fought the humiliating swell of tears that blurred your vision. It was like being scolded by someone you’d always looked up to – hard, unyielding, like a father too busy to care.  

“That’s uncalled-” You tried to retort, voice thick, but the words caught in your throat, and suddenly, with a sizzling snap, the monitors blew out, plunging the room into pitch-black darkness. The faint, ghostly blue emergency light by the gangplank flickered on, casting an eerie glow to the room.  

“Leave,” he said, the single word soft but deadly. He turned, and his red eyes glowed like smouldering coals through the shadows, his face lit with the stark, cruel illumination of his TV screen. Any trace of kindness, of even that dark humour, was gone. There was only contempt. “Unless you want me to fire you, leave now.” 

You stood frozen, staring at the jagged crack that ran from the left corner of his screen, but it was his words, like punches in your gut, that left you hollowed. You weren’t his lover at the moment. Hell, you weren’t even his coworker. No, the harsh truth settled like lead in your chest.  

You were nothing but his underling.  

Someone small. Someone worthless. Someone utterly dispensable.  

The realization sat thick and heavy, choking any response, your mind going blank under the tidal wave of hurt and emptiness. Pain throbbed in your chest, raw and unrelenting, filling every corner with your being, drowning you.  

Numbly, you managed a small nod, then turned away, your legs moving stiffly as if through deep water. Each step away pulled something else loose inside of you, a painful unravelling that blurred your vision until you couldn't even see the door. But you refused to let the tears fall – not here, not in front of him.  

It was only when you reached the hall, away from the heavy weight of his gaze, that your knees buckled, and you pressed your back against the door. You felt the burn of hot tears slide down your cheeks, one after another. A shaky breath escaped your lips, and your eyes closed, surrendering to the torrent, each tear like a wound laid bare. Appalled, you brought a sleeve up to your face, scrubbing at the wetness furiously.  

How had he reduced you to this? To a sobbing, broken mess over a few, careless words? It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this.  

It shouldn’t hurt like this.  

But the ache bloomed in your chest, expanding, each throb of sorrow underscored by a seed of something dark and new – anger, resentment, a furious, defiant spark that fought against the hurt. You looked down at your shoes, and the heels he’d once complimented, the ones that now felt sharp and constricting. They were like little cages that you’d endured for him, simply because he’d liked them on you.  

You were going to throw away these shoes tonight.  

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, low and hollow.  

He played you. 

The thought twisted around in your mind, cruel and undeniable, as you turned toward the washroom. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, your reflection stared back at you, each flaw accentuated in the artificial brightness. Smudged makeup, streaked mascara – nothing but a sad, painted mask of a clown.  

He’d played you well.  

You’d fallen for him, heart-first, with no hesitation. You’d handed over your trust, your loyalty, all the softness you’d fought to keep in a place like Hell, believing he’d hold it with care.  

And he’d only turned it all to ash.  

Another tear slipped down your cheek, absurdly out of place as laughter bubbled up from the pit of your stomach. If you meant so little to him, if he could ignore you for months then easily dismiss you as just an underling, a disposable pawn, then...then maybe... 

The logical choice was obvious. You should quit, walk away without a backward glance, cut him out like a cancer. But even now, the idea of leaving tugged painfully at your heart. It meant never seeing him again, never feeling the rush of his dark presence filling a room, and somehow...somehow, you weren’t ready to face that void.  

But no. If he wanted an assistant, then that’s precisely what you’d give him – nothing more. You’d be perfect, professional, every action polished and distant. The thought brought the faintest glimmer of satisfaction, though even as your lips curved into a grim smile, your tears betrayed you, slipping down with a quiet, unrelenting sorrow.  

You just needed to kill your heart. That was all. Easy enough, right? You’d done it before, hadn’t you? Built those walls back up, piece by piece, every time someone close to you treated you like an afterthought, like an inconvenience.  

It was survival. The only way you knew how to survive in this world, and, apparently, in Hell.  

Taking a shaky breath, you reached for the sink, splashing cold water over your face to chase away the remnants of emotion, scrubbing away the streaks of makeup until your skin was bare. You gathered yourself, smoothing back your hair and fixing what could be fixed, piece by piece, until the person staring back at you looked composed – untouched, unreadable.  

But when you finally met your own gaze, there was a hollowness there that hadn’t been before. You stood straighter, your shoulders squared, your lips set in an easy smile. 

Only your eyes betrayed you – cold, shuttered, and closed tightly around the world.  

Vox’s breath was ragged, a bitter edge on every exhale. He couldn’t remember how long it had been – weeks? Months?- the days bled together in a haze of stress and fury. Valentino had been on a reckless tear, sabotaging the company’s reputation with one scandal after another, Val’s prized puppet Angel Dust constantly being the catalyst of Val’s reckless actions.  

Frustration burned through him as he ran a hand over his cracked screen, the fresh memory of his latest, brutal confrontation with Val sending his jaw clenched tight. They'd nearly destroyed Vox’s penthouse this time, hurling words and blows, ripping the sleek veneer off his carefully curated life.  

When you walked into his office, unannounced, his fragile self-control shattered. He wasn’t ready for you to see him, to glimpse the evidence of his struggle. The weakness scratched under his skin like a raw wound.  

Shamed burned though him. What would you think if you saw him this way? The perfect, powerful, unbreakable Overlord...with a screen cracked from losing control. His pride buckled, a panicked voice in his head insisting he’d let you down, that you’d piece together every brutal fact.  

He needed you to be gone, anywhere but here. He lashed out, voice dripping with all the anger and humiliation he felt, and he watched the sting in your eyes as his words did their job. You didn���t argue; you just left.  

The silence in his office grew heavy, sinking deep into the cracks left by his outburst. The blue light of his monitors flickered erratically, casting shadows that mocked him in the silence he had demanded. As the scene replayed in his mind, he groaned, a dark wave of regret crashing over him.  

Vox thought back to the night you’d laid in his arms, your head nestled on his chest, sharing your fears about how others viewed you. You were like him, caring about the way you were perceived by others.  

You had been so open, so raw. You’d admitted you feared that your position as his assistant would always make you feel unworthy, that no matter how hard you worked, everyone would never see you for the brilliance and drive he adored. You’d worried that you would always be seen as his arm candy, not a partner.  

He remembered the light in your eyes, the way you tried to brush it off, flustered at showing such vulnerability, how you’d laughed softly to cover it up. But Vox hadn’t forgotten. That moment had etched itself into him deeper than he’d realized. That was the night he’d started to consider the terrifying possibility that he didn’t just want you in his life – he wanted you by his side, forever.  

The regret festered as he sat there alone, rubbing his forehead as he thought of how he’d fix it. He imagined the gifts and the plans he’d make to show you how much he truly cared. Maybe a day away from all of this with you, maybe a whole week dedicated just to you – anything to make up for the times he’d neglected you.  

But when he finally saw you again, the person who greeted him wasn’t the same. It was like you’d drawn yourself up in armour. Your hair was swept up in a neat, impersonal bun. You wore plain, conservative clothes, all your personality hidden behind a wall of professionalism. Even your voice, usually warm with laughter and teasing, was clipped, cool, and indifferent.  

You were perfect – impeccably efficient and guarded, just as you had been on your first day at Voxtek. But that warmth, that spark he craved...it was gone.  

You glanced up from your screen, fingers pausing mid-keystroke. “Yes?” You asked, voice clipped, cold as steel. “How can I help you, sir?” 

The word sliced into Vox. Sir. It had been months since you’d addressed him like that – so formal, so detached. The way you used to call him when he was just the boss, and you were just his assistant. He felt your anger in every syllable, but he forced himself to stand taller, clearing his throat as he revealed the bouquet of glass roses he’d crafted just for you. The petals, tinted a deep blue and shimmering with electric veins, pulsed with a soft, otherworldly hum. He’d infused his own energy into the glass, hoping you’d see the beauty, the effort, the love in it.  

“Sunshine!” he tried, letting out a small, forced laugh as he placed the bouquet on your desk. “Look what I got for you.” He leaned against the edge of your desk, trying to meet your eyes, attempting to recapture the playful glint he adored. “Thought of you this morning,” he added a flirtatious grin, “and wondered if you might be free after work.” 

Your face remained impassive. “Sorry, I’m not,” you said simply, your voice colder than he’d ever heard it.  

He felt his heart sink, your rejection landing a bit too close to his memories of failed relationships. Time and space, he thought. She’s just still angry. She’ll come around...won’t she? Trying to smile, he forced a nod. “Right, right...well, maybe next time?” 

“Mhm,” you replied with a nonchalant hum, your gaze already drifting back to your work. “Is that all, sir? I’d like to finish this project.” 

Vox’s forced smile faltered, and he nodded stiffly. “Yep. That’s ...all.” He hesitated, hoping for a sign – any spark, any trace of the affection that once lit up your gaze. But you were a closed book, and he was left feeling like a stranger, the man who stood on the wrong side of your heart.  

In a flicker of electricity, he vanished to the nearest security camera, leaving you to your silence.  

But your silence lingered. You’d never come back to him.  

Six months. Six long, aching months of sparse, hollow exchanges. He had hoped, counted the days, replayed your conversations in his mind, but each interaction became more distance.  

Good morning, you’d say, and nothing more. All set on the report, you’d text, signing off with your usual efficiency. 

He scrolled through the messages you’d sent before that fateful day: Good morning, sweetie; don’t work too hard, silly, I miss you, loser, with the tongue out face that always made him smile. Messaged he’d been too busy to respond to, too buried in his work, too tangled in Val’s mess.  

Vox exhaled, tension twisting his gut. How long could he expect you to forgive him? How long did “time and space” mean? Six months...half a year...and you still felt like a stranger, slipping further and further away.  

Anxiety tightened in his chest. He bounced his leg, drumming his claws against his desk. The thought of losing you, truly losing you, clawed at him. No, he thought, unable to bear the chill of your indifference. I won’t let you go. I’ll fix this. 

Tomorrow, he’d planned to sweep you off your feet. A lavish dinner at Hell’s finest restaurant, endless gifts – a whole Hellsgem jewellery set, a new car from Voxtek’s latest line, every luxury he could think of to make you feel adored, desired. He’d even made arrangements for a personal assistant to help him plan it all, to ensure every detail was flawless.  

But as the hours crawled by, the weight of your absence ate away at him. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t shake the relentless ache that only seemed to grow with every second. His heart raced, the fear too potent, too real.  

Before he knew it, he’d shot up to his feet, a self-deprecating chuckle slipping out. Time and space...he thought, booting up his laptop. I think I’ve given her enough of that. 

Vox’s finger flew over his laptop, scanning through the surveillance feeds until he found you. Relief washed over him at the sight of you – until he saw another man leaning far too close. His blood ran cold. His mind blanked, replaced with a singular thought that flared like lightning, transporting him instantly.  

He appeared beside you with a crackle, his fury barely concealed behind a stiff smile. “Sunshine!” His voice was forced, his grin strained, desperate. “Didn’t think you’d be taking a break so soon!” He laughed, insincerity dripping over it. He reached out to place a possessive hand on your back, but you stepped away. He blinked, stunned.  

Did you just...avoid him? 

“It’s the end of the day, sir,” you replied, coolly, your expression as unreadable as stone. “Papermint and I were just heading out for dinner.” 

Vox’s eyes darted to the other, unimportant, assistant, Papermint. He stared up at you, blushing like a love-struck fool. And then he noticed the look on your face – the way your eyes softened as you caught sight of his flustered expression, the delicate curve of your lips as you smiled.  

It was a look Vox knew all too well, one he’d hoarded all for himself. His chest tightened, and he felt a flicker of rage ignite in him.  

With a low snarl, Vox grabbed your wrist, and before you could react, pulled you with him in a flash of energy.  

The moment you landed in his penthouse, you dropped to your knees, momentarily disoriented, your head reeling as you struggled to get your bearings. When you finally rose, fury blazed in your eyes, and you yanked your wrist from his grasp. “What the actual fuck, Vox?” you shouted, your voice a mix of shock and anger as you tried to smooth your dishevelled hair.  

He gritted his teeth, his jaw tight. “I could ask you the same damn thing. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“Oh, you don’t get to pull this,” you spat, marching through his penthouse like you owned the place. You stormed into the bedroom and went straight to the vanity, sitting down in the same spot where, in quieter times, you’d start your mornings after spending the night together.  

Frustration lined your face as you began undoing your hair, letting it fall loose. When you opened the drawer, you paused. Your eyes flickered with an unreadable expression as you stared at all the products you used, untouched. You grabbed a familiar bottle and pumped it into your hand, rubbing it into your hair to smooth all the frizzes from travelling with his power.  

Silence stretched between you, thick and tense. Vox watched as you worked, your face flickering between confusion and anger in the mirror’s reflection. His anger simmered under the surface, his mind racing. She thinks she can flaunt that fool in front of me? His fists clenched, eyes narrowing as he kept his gaze locked on you.  

Finally, you stood up, your hair glossy and perfect, every bit as stunning as the first day he’d laid eyes on you. With an icy calm, you muttered, “If you’ll excuse me,” and made for the door, high heels clicking defiantly across the floor.  

Vox moved instantly, blocking the doorway with his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, demanding, his eyes flashing. “We need to talk.” 

You laughed, a short, bitter sound. “Talk?” The word was venom on your tongue. “About what, boss?” you spat, glaring up at him with eyes that glowed with barely contained fury. “I finished my work for the day. You don’t get to tell me how to spend my free time. So, move. Now.” 

Vox’s mouth opened, word momentarily failing him. He hadn’t expected this anger, this defiance, like you’d been holding it in for far too long. What’s happened to us? He took a breath, eyes darkening, and his grip tightened as he pulled you back into the room. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he snapped, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “You think you can just fucking walk away from me without a damn word about what you’re doing?” 

In one swift movement, he turned you, guiding you toward the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for protest. “Let’s finally fucking talk this out. Right now.”  

Your laugh cut through the air like a blade, sharp and dripping with anger that had Vox stiffening in place. “Talk?” you sneered, voice raw and unfiltered. “You think we should talk after you treated me like I was nothing, then just threw some fucking roses at the mess and expected me to smile?” 

The room vibrated with Vox’s rising fury, the lights flickering in tune with the storm behind his eyes. “I gave you those fucking roses,” he barked, voice crackling with barely restrained anger, “and you repay me by acting like a bitch and fucking cheating on me with Papermint – of all the fucking lowlifes?” His voice was rising, his chest heaving with every breath. “I thought you had more class than that, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re just some fucking cheap who-” 

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the lapels, yanking him down to face you, so close his electric crackles buzzed against your skin. “Go on,” you dared, eyes glinting with fury and hurt. “Finish that thought if you’re stupid enough.” 

Something changed within him, a dark hunger flooding down to his gut as you challenged him. For a heartbeat, the anger seemed to melt, replaced by something even more intense. His hands found your hips, his grip unyielding as he leaned in. “Oh, I see it now,” he murmured, low and dangerous. “This little stunt of yours...you just wanted my attention.” He pressed his hips flush against yours, his arousal growing at the very heat of you seeping into him. “Well, doll, now you’ve got every damn bit of it.” 

You met his gaze, refusing to back down, lips curling in a cruel smile. “Attention? I don’t need it from you.” Your voice as cutting as glass. “And believe me, I’ve been thinking about finding someone else – a real man who’ll actually be worth my time. Hell, maybe Papermint would be a better fuck than you.” The words dripped with venom, but a slight tremor slipped into your voice, and Vox seized on it like a lifeline.  

The room grew darker as, one by one, the lights exploded in a burst of sparks, littering the floor with shards of glass. Vox’s patience snapped. With a growl, he shoved you onto the bed, his grip firm on your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. “Fuck you. His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. “Doll, I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have in this Hell, and deep down, you know it.” 

You met his gaze with a cold, derisive smile, unyielding. “Is that why Valentino threw you aside? I hear he’s got quite the size on him,” you taunted, digging your nails into his shoulders to pull him closer to you. “Ah, that’s what I should do,” you slowly grinded against the bulge in his pants, “I should find someone who’ll make me forget all about you.” 

Vox’s restraint broke, his hands tearing through fabric as he ripped your clothes apart, each move charged with a possessiveness that left no room for anything else. “Forget me? Fuck you, you fucking bitch,” he growled, the words raw as he flipped you onto your stomach, his hands rough on your waist as he pulled you to him. “I’m going to make damn sure you remember exactly who you belong to.” 

You knew you shouldn’t have said those words to him. Deep down, you weren’t interested in Papermint, but it felt intoxicating to bask in the glow of someone’s adoration, even if it was just a fleeting moment.  

Each day Vox failed to show up and apologize chipped away at your self-esteem, leaving you feeling disposable. Maybe you had let slip a little white lie about your supposed interest in Papermint, but God, you were so furious with him. How dare he try to control who you saw after treating you like a fool.  

When he appeared next to you, grabbing you and whisking you away to his penthouse, a surge of conflicting emotions coursed through you. You hated yourself for feeling that familiar spike of desire, even as your heart raced from the frustration simmering within.  

You could feel the tension radiating from his frame, an electric heat that mingled with the anger rolling off him in waves. And as he pressed himself against you, you couldn’t help but notice the telltale hardness of his arousal, a fact he seemed oblivious to while you were throwing barbs at each other.  

It was as if all the pent-up anger and sexual frustration had built up in a perfect storm, finally peaking and ready to explode. You had told yourself you were done with him, yet you hadn’t sought anyone else because, deep down, you didn’t want to accept that Vox had truly thrown you away.  

Then, in a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his hot, thick member pressing against the cleft of your ass. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly rubbed his cock against your slick folds, teasing you with delicious friction. It was ridiculous – months of silence, and here you were, ready to fuck him the moment you came face-to-face.  

How typical of both of you.  

“Hah,” he scoffed above you, his voice dripping with condescension. “I’m a bad fuck? Look how fucking wet you are, doll,” he growled, his tone low and commanding. He ground his cock against you, igniting a wave of pleasure that made you moan into the sheets.  

His claws dug into your hips, sharp sensations igniting your skin as he held you in place. And then, in one fluid motion, he plunged his cock deep inside you, filling you to the brim.  

“FUCK!” you screamed, your body arching at the overwhelming stretch as he relentlessly shoved deeper, each thrust reaching the opening of your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried, your body instinctively wiggling against him, a primal response to the intoxicating pleasure.  

“Ugh, fuck you and your tight fucking pussy,” he snarled, pulling back before slamming his hips back in, knocking the breath right out of you. “You think you can just ignore me while you’re that desperate for my cock?” he growled, the raw possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine as he pounded into you relentlessly. His heavy balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.  

It was animalistic, the way he gripped you, his claws drawing blood as your face pressed into the bedsheets. Drool pooled at the corners of your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. Your fingers desperately gripped the sheets tightly as you balanced on all fours, surrendering yourself to the feral rhythm of his relentless pounding from behind.  

“I’m not good enough for you?” he panted, each thrust punctuated by the sounds of the bed creaking and groaning under your bodies. The lights in the room flickered, the distant pops fading into darkness, heightening the tension that crackled in the air. “Doll, you’re a fucking liar,” he hissed, pressing his chest to your back. “Your cunt is fucking greedy, drooling all over my cock.” With a thrust that sent shockwaves through you, he angled his hips just right, rubbing against your g-spot and making your body quiver.  

“F-Fuck!” you cried, your voice barely more than a gasp as pleasure spiralled inside you, a wave cresting toward an inevitable climax. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum” you repeated, breathless.  

A sharp tug on your hair pulled you flush against him. His cock twisted within you, making you feel tighter, more vulnerable, as he continued his relentless pace. His claws dug into your breast, their sharp points puncturing your skin, igniting a fiery mix of pleasure and pain that made you moan with abandon.  

“Fucking coming on my cock, huh?” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and primal as you bounced on him. “You gonna squirt for me, doll? Wet my sheets? It’s been so fucking long,” his fingers swirled over your soaked clit, the slickness of your arousal mingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding.  

“Yeah, yeah,” you moaned, your head falling back in ecstasy, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as the pressure in your gut built to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Vox, I-” 

His fingers continued their relentless assault, a blissful combination of pleasure and overstimulation that matched the urgency of his thrusts. You felt a brilliant flash of white before the floodgates opened, a spray of wet arousal erupting from your pussy and soaking the sheets in a deep blue puddle, just as he had predicted.  

“Fuck, doll, look how well you came for me,” he growled, his cock still hard, throbbing and desperate as he thrust into you with abandon. Each movement stretched you further, melding pleasure with the remnants of your orgasm as waves of ecstasy washed over you.  

Thoughts slipped away, replaced by a chorus of moans and breath pleas of “yes, baby, just like that,” echoing in the dim room. A haze enveloped your mind, pleasure flooding every sense until he finally slowed his pace, pulling out completely.  

He gently laid you back on the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets, still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. He knelt over you, his cock jutting out, glistening with your slick. The air between you thickened with heavy breaths, desire hanging palpably in the darkness. 

“Come here, sweetie,” you beckoned, opening your legs in an inviting display, your arms reaching out in a gesture of warmth. “I want you to feel good, too.” A sultry grin danced on your lips, the high of pleasure still coursing through your veins.  

Vox hesitated, his eyes narrowing as they drifted down to your chest, his expression shifting to one of concern. You followed his gaze and noticed the scratches, the blood, and the marks he left on you. A thrill shot through you; what was a little blood if it meant he was giving you a good fucking? 

“Vox?” you called out softly when he didn’t move closer.  

As if shaking off a trance, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you against him, pressing your head against him. You felt the steady thrum of his pulse beneath his skin. Confusion knitted your brows; this was new. The roughness, the passion, all wrapped in an unexpected tenderness that left you both breathless and yearning for more.  

His claws wove through your hair, each stroke sending a shiver down your spine as he laid you back down, his breath hitching with desire. His arms bracketed your head, the weight of his body bearing down on you as his eyes bore into yours, a fiery intensity igniting the air between you. As he slowly entered you, the world around you faded, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him, his size stretching you deliciously, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. 

Moaning in delight, your toes curled, and your chest arched up to meet him, the remnants of your first orgasm still thrumming through your body. “Sunshine,” he groaned, his voice a low, sultry rumble as he thrust in and out of you with exquisite slowness, as if you were a precious treasure, fragile and irreplaceable. “Sunshine, don’t you know,” his claws traced delicately along your brow, “how dark my office was without you?” 

A part of you wanted to roll your eyes at the cheesiness, to throw out a sarcastic quip. But the softness in his gaze, the way his body slowed to savour every inch of you, stole your words. You felt the walls of your heart soften as he indulged in you, burying himself deep, savouring the warmth and tightness of your body. 

“Sunshine, I missed you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with raw emotion. His eyes flickered with something fierce, a primal need that made your core ache with longing. “You’re my sunshine,” he grinned, that cocky smirk you had fallen for, “please don’t take my sunshine away.” 

A bubble of laughter escaped your lips, but it quickly turned to tears, shimmering in your eyes as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Your lips brushed against the heated surface of his skin, and a delicious thrill raced through you. “You’re so cheesy, Vox,” you teased lightly, despite the moisture threatening to spill over. “Who does that while fucking?” 

“What if I’m making love to you?” he countered, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His claws caught a stray tear sliding down your cheek, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. “Can I tell you how much you mean to me?” 

Stunned into silence, you let his words wash over you, his gentle thrusts igniting every nerve ending in your body. The way he rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, filled you with warmth and love, deepening the bond that had always been there, even in the chaos. You basked in his affection, your heart and mind colliding in a beautiful mess of emotions. 

Each grind of his hips sent waves of pleasure through you, the tension building like a simmering volcano. You trembled beneath him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt the pressure coiling tighter and tighter. And when you finally hit your peak, it was a gentle, shattering bliss, a soft gasp spilling from your mouth as pleasure crashed over you like a warm tide. 

Vox closed his eyes, his own moans filling the air as he lost himself in you. With each thrust, he pressed deeper, filling you completely, his hot seed bursting forth, flooding you and marking you as his. You could feel him pulsing inside you, both of you lost in the haze of drunk, heady pleasure. 

As your breaths intertwined and slowed, he rolled over, cradling you against his chest. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong, a soothing rhythm against your skin as his release mixed with yours, dampening the sheets beneath you. 

In the warm, dim light of the room, his claws gently brushed through your hair, sending pleasant tingles through your scalp. “Every year, no matter how busy we are, let’s make sure we spend time together on this day,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. 

You furrowed your brows, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “Sure, Vox,” you replied, closing your eyes and surrendering to the comforting embrace of his body, the thrum of his heartbeat lulling you into a tranquil state. 

You and he made promises all the time. 

Promises to cherish each other. 

Promises to communicate, to be open. 

Promises to carve out time for one another. 

But you both knew that as time passed, those promises often slipped away. After all, this was hell, where eternity stretched endlessly, and the weight of promises could never bear the burden of forever. 

66 years later, you stood outside VoxTek Aquarium, the warm hellish air brushing against your legs as your loose white dress swayed gently with the breeze. The plunging v-neckline gave the soft fabric an elegant flow, but the empty street surrounding the aquarium was unsettling. The eerie silence was in stark contrast to the usual bustle, the crowds that typically lined up for hours on end nowhere to be seen.   

As you approached the doors, a small sign with different shades of blue balloons swaying side by side caught your eyes. 

The sign read: Our 66th Anniversary, with a giant heart drawn right below it.   

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[welp-back-on-my-bs]

OM charicters and how they handle periods

Lucifer

- can and will fuck the shir outta ya if it helps-

- he will also baby you

- I mean- he literally sends the brothers out to gather sweets and other needs

- heated blanket on hand for you

- you can sleep in his bed

- he watches over you as you sleep of you get tired

- none will hurt his little lamb

Mammon

- he panicks

- you're BLEEDING WTFFFF

- especially worried and unprepared if you don't identify as a female

- thinks you're dieing and lucifer wil kill him

- when its explained he does good and gets everything he knows you need

- here, have literally all this expensive chocolate he knows you like

- have all the midol he could find

- have the products you need to survive this- and more♡

Levi

- he probably learned about periods trough anime/an online AFAB friend

- he wont mind if you stay with him, he can clean whatever gets blood on it, you chose to spend time with him, he is hapoy with that :>

- anime and video games to distract you

- you can sleep in his lap as he plays

- you get to share his anime themed snacks

Satan

- for those who get moody during hell, he is here to help

- cat Cafe is the haven for you both-

- he also gets his anger out with you in healthy ways

- you both write out everything, scream out your toughts into the Forrest, and sing along to songs that bring out that anger

- afterwards he will read to you until you fall asleep

- he takes good care of you

Asmo

- feeling extra ✨️horny✨️ he is here to help

- he fucks ya fore a few hours then you both have a nice hot bath, makeovers and stuff

- you get sugar coded fruits with him

- sleep like Royalty and wake up feeling refershed✨️

- literally a phone call away for anything

- period products are in his bathroom too

Beel

- this man has the comfort food

- he will allways share with you and Belphie

- he notices when you come to him more often for sweets and stuff, so he stocks more for you ^^

- om nom nom

- one of the best people to nap with

- he is also a good workout bud to help with the cramps n stuff too

- one of the best boys to go to tbh-

Belphie

- now- of you need sleep- he has ya

- he sees you being tired and d r a g s you to one of his spots, cuddles you, and falls asleep with you

- it's fuckin comfy so ofc you fall asleep too-

- you get only the best dreams by his side

- cuddle, sleep, it's done- he won't stop- help QwQ

Diavolo

- the me is that?

- he didn't know until you bleed trough your clothes sadly

- he helps by haveing teas with you and has barbatos find some thar help with cramping and just to make thibgs more comfortable

- sweets galore (you're allowed to take them home

- you can sit on his lap and cuddle him, he is warm

Barbatos

- he knows when your periods are, its not weird-

- he has products set up in the bathroom near the room you're staying in and the next fee over just in case

- he brings you tea and sweets that help you

- he has a change of clothes for you on the ready along with spare blankets/sheets/pillows

- he can take care of any and i mean ANY of your needs, just ask ^^

Simeon

- he isn't that exposed to them, so he dosent know what to do or if he can interfere

- he decides that he can if you beg him enough or he sees that you're suffering

- finds things that can calm the symptoms and help your body

- gentle massages

- he is a little cold but damn can he take care of you

Luke:

- also has no idea wtf to do

- he learns sweets help and bakes alot for you

- like- they all are get well things or if you like to celebrate it then the sweets are red and pink

- he'll tell off anyone who tries to bother you

Solosus

- he has a potion for that

- you just have to beg

- :>

Thirteen

- hasn't had one, but she likes to help you if you promise to help her on a trap

- or you can be the trap by surprising someone with your moodyness

- she gets the perfect things for you

- a damn good tradeoff

Rapael

- like the other angles VERY confused

- he does help tho

- number 2 for sleep spots, no cuddles tho

- gets you weird foods to try

- about 5/10 could be better

Mephistophlies

- bro dosent know anything about this, why should he?

- when he does learn, he sneaks some sweets into your locker, high quality ofc

- he would give you shit as he gives you some spare clothes

- this man, he finds good shit to help ya

[visualtaehyun]

TNP EP.3 language annotations & novel extras ✨️

I'm still in no-internet exile so posting from mobile yet again 🥴 Hope y'all know the drill by now - things explained in my EP.1 & EP.2 posts won't be explained again so please refer back to those posts if needed!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Chakri of course addresses Nin with ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท /gra-maawm, faa-baat/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Thipokbowon and Tharin immediately start off with ปู่/หลาน /bpuu, laan/ and พ่อ/ลูก /por, luuk/, respectively, whereas Nin uses ผม /pom/ with everyone

Princes Rachata, Chana and Wasin all use เรา/ท่าน /rao, than/ amongst each other

I was today years old when I realized they made Nin and Ava same-aged on the show instead of Nin and Ramil as in the novels, judging by how the three of them address each other: Ramil พี่/น้อง /phi, nong/ with both of them, whereas Ava and Nin call him ท่านพี่(รามิล) /than phi (Ramil)/

ท่านชายเล็ก /than-chaai lek/ -> ท่านชาย /than-chaai/ = Nin's title + เล็ก /lek/ = small, tiny, little

I guess it stuck from when he was a baby? :D (in the novels it was translated as 'Little Young Master' btw)

Apropos Nin lowering himself both physically and linguistically, a fun fact: The literal meaning of ฝ่าบาท /faa-baat/ = underside/sole of the foot, and: กระหม่อม /gra-maawm/ = highest point at the crown of the head

-> Speaking to royalty this way implies the speaker is basically addressing only the lowest part of a royal('s body) while placing himself (and the highest part of his own body) lower than that still.

Spaghetti with Davin sauce makes a heartbreaking return 🥲

When Nin goes to talk with Tharin on the balcony, he correctly and respectfully calls him เสด็จพ่อ /sa-deht por/ though Tharin tells him to speak comfortably ("เป็นกันเอง" /bpen gan ehng/ = familiar, informal, friendly, intimate), the way both Thipokbowon and Tharin also speak to him. Nin then briefly switches from ผม /pom/ to just his nickname, Nin นิน, when Tharin shows him the care and warmth of a father:

ผม... นินขอบคุณครับ /pom... Nin khaawp khun khrap/ = I... I am thankful [for that].

Circling back to the three heirs:

น้องชายคณินทร์ น้องหญิงเอวา /nong-chaai Khanin, nong-ying Ava/ = (lit.) Younger brother Khanin, younger sister Ava...

At first I was like, yeah okay, addressing Ava as น้องหญิง /nong-ying/ is appropriate what with them getting described as practically having grown up like siblings however it just sounds more and more patronizing the more he backhandedly pities her for being 'just a girl' 🥴 And then he immediately does the same with Nin too??

ไม่ได้โดนสักหน่อย /mai dai dohn sak naawy/ = [Our lips] didn't touch at all.

Fun fact: In the novels, Ran did initially kabedon Nin but it was Nin who came up with kissing to get the paparazzi off their backs - and not a fake one either 🌚 At this point in the novels, Nin doesn't know about the Emmalian kissing tale yet whereas Nin in the show does. Plus, with how little insight we have into Ran's thoughts and feelings compared to the novels, it only makes sense to have him take on the more active role here. From Ch.24:

The distant shouting of one of the paparazzi triggered Charan’s protective instincts. He didn't answer Khanin’s question. Instead, he grabbed the slender wrist and pulled him close, pressing him against the wall and shielding him with his body.

"What... are you doing?"

"Those are paparazzi," Charan explained, referring to the shouting reporters who'd just passed. He then continued briefly.

"..."

"This bar is frequented by celebrities, so this happens often. When they shout like that, more people will follow," the older one said, looking around for an escape route, but it seemed too late.

"Check over there, by the restroom," one reporter's voice came from not too far away.

Charan locked eyes with Khanin. They were cornered... no way out.

In that moment of desperation, Khanin showed more quick thinking than Charan. Suddenly, he offered an unexpected escape.

"I'm sorry." The apology was like a gateway, Khanin wrapping his small hand around Charan's neck and pulling him close.

Their eyes met for a brief moment before their lips touched, leaving no space between them, not even for breath...

I'm not ruling it out yet but it seems that they did away with the Close Companion (alternatively close attendant, close friend etc. / ผู้ติดตามคนสนิท, สหายคนสนิท, พระสหาย etc.) position from the novels. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's an official position at court from the novels that can still be found in the pilot trailer where Nin refers to appointing Charan as his 'Trusted Confidant' พระสหายคนสนิท /phra-sa-haai khohn sa-nit/. In the novels, Paytai holds this same position to Ramil which gives Ramil absolute authority over him. When Nin finds out about this position, he decides to leverage that to his advantage the way he does in EP.3 here!

I really hope that Nin is still gonna lean into the fake-dating angle though to use the rumor mill to his advantage and because I love that trope hehe Judging by the preview, it looks like this conversation here between the King, Khanin and Charan--

--is exactly that conversation though, about the press reaction to them at Nin's debut (go rewatch the trailer please if you think I'm spoiling stuff :P)

อย่าไปจากผม /yaa bpai jaak pom/

I told y'all to keep that line from EP.2 in mind, didn't I? 😭

Dao Apisara, the lady playing this news anchor, is an actual news anchor btw!

Chakri's lessons include dance and proper address 🙂‍↕️

พูดว่า สอนเราหน่อย จะดีกว่าพ่ะย่ะค่ะ แล้วก็ไม่ต้องมีคำว่า ครับ /phuut waa 'saawn rao naawy' ja dee gwaa pha-ya-kha. laaeo gaaw, mai dtaawng mee kham waa 'khrap'/ = Saying 'Teach me, please' would be better. And there's no need for the word 'khrap'.

Nin, before being corrected: ไหนสอนผมหน่อยครับ /naai, saawn pom naawy khrap/

Nin, after being corrected: สอนเราหน่อย ...นะ /saawn rao naawy ...na/

Both หน่อย /naawy/ and ending particle นะ /na/ still soften the request :) But from then on Nin starts speaking the way expected of a royal, referring to himself as เรา /rao/ with Chakri + no more polite formal ครับ /khrap/!

Expectations for EP.4:

more of Nin's debut! 1) Nin tripping into Ran's arms because he's still bad at dancing and then them dancing, 2) Nin speaking like 5 different languages to impress the public, 3) actual introductions of Calvin and Jay, 4) Ran and Nin having a bit of a fight and clear-up followed by...

Charan finally stopping adressing Nin formally and all properly in private, like, I'm waiting for that switch y'allll (Ch.26: "นิน [...] หายงอนพี่หรือยัง" /Nin [...] haai ngaawn phi reuu yang/ = Have you stopped sulking/being upset with me yet?)

a RamilPaytai kiss scene that we skipped if we're going by the novels' plot progression (it's in Ch.25, before Nin's debut actually)

See you again next week when I can finally post from desktop again ✨️

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⇒ royal family of Emmaly + other character bios

⇒ relationship chart

⇒ characters and cast of TNP

⇒ all my TNP posts

[atinystaypixie]

"Sweet" Boyfriend!Geto

Imagine boyfriend!Geto with a tattoo sleeve who gives off “big scary male”. Always has a glare on his handsome face. Sharp jawline, sharp canines, and his dark, long strand hair pulled back. Looks like he would kill you and most definitely will if crossed.

Boyfriend!Geto who is anything but scary to his cutie girlfriend. The girl who has his heart and soul wrapped around her finger. The girl he loves to hold to his broad chest in between his muscular arms.

Boyfriend!Geto who takes his sweet girl out on boba tea dates. He’ll match with her but the only difference is she is covered in pink and his outfit is completely black. He loves making his girl happy and would snap the neck of anyone who put the slightest frown on her face.

Boyfriend!Geto who orders for his sweet girl whether she is too shy or not. He wants to take care of her anyway possible and believes his baby shouldn’t lift a finger. Always making sure she got extra of her favorites and that her order was right. He had the poor barista shaking from fear when he didn’t add the extra toppings to his girl's drink.

Boyfriend!Geto who lets his pretty girl braid his hair because he loves when she is touching him. Making her sit on his lap because it’ll help her get a better angle according to him. Really he loves holding her waist and smelling her sweet perfume. He can’t help but give her kisses on her jaw and neck as she concentrates on giving him two braids as bangs.

Boyfriend!Geto who no one has seen smile, but that’s all his girl sees him does. Eyes crinkling at the corners and pearly whites on display every time she is in close proximity to him. He feels his heart speed whenever he looks at her and feels the most joy in the world.

Boyfriend!Geto who isn’t the jealous type but doesn’t appreciate others disrespecting his relationship. He’s your boyfriend and makes the know to the annoying boy who he catches bugging his baby. You’ll never see it, but Geto has a murderous glare in his eyes making the boy stumble over his words and scramble away.

Boyfriend!Geto who acts oblivious when you question why guys always disappear before you can introduce your “sweet” boyfriend. Just giving you the response that you shouldn’t worry about it because people can be weird.

Boyfriend!Geto who will never let his sweet baby know the fear he puts into other men. She doesn’t need to know the blood he has carried on his hands to keep his baby happy. His sweet girl only needs to know that she is loved and that he will always be there for her.

✨️

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

Cuz I want a scary tatted bf to take me out on boba dates rn☹️

ENJOY!

"Sweet" Boyfriend!Geto Cont.

Pixie's Masterlist

[luv-again]

The “well struck Amy” is rotating in my mind. How would banter go between Shadamy?

And what would be the source for the banter?

okay. i tried to answer this at an earlier time but my entire response deleted 🤩 BUT i decided to take some extra time to put some special care in (aka adding ✨️ pictures !! ✨️). anyway, you have no idea how much this rotates in mine !! idk if this is common knowledge, but team sonic racing is genuinely the reason i rediscovered shadamy and fell into the sonic fandom in the first place. i grew up on the sonic racing games, they hold such a special place in my heart 🥹🩷

so behold, as bee talks, at length, about tsr and how this can best be interpreted for further shadamy banter because she has no self-control or sense of brevity

under the cut <3

shadamy banter

shadow and amy’s connection pre-tsr is only a small handful of interactions based on acts of kindness, trust and respect. but then this game comes along and gives us something else : playful banter

amy is a lot harder to speak on, as her playful jibes extend to the majority of the cast (a true feast for your multishipping needs <3) but she gets the opportunity to unleash her more competitive side, which i feel is somewhere between hardcore and social in this game. with shadow, a lot of her lines aren't too harsh on him, but when they are,, she's actively wanting him to give it back. i'll do a few little dialogue dissections further down, since what and how she speaks to him is quite interesting

as for shadow, the difference is a lot clearer and HE is the reason why i'm on the shadamy train. what he says to amy is just— i'll get to that. his wit in tsr alone is nothing short of caustic. he rips into his opponents with little care - telling them to suck it up or dishing out backhanded comments. but amy ? oh, he puts a little more care into his words with her. he knows and means exactly what he says and he's even a little smug ! he can get into teasing with her without being downright mean (actually, in retrospect i that might be a lie. in my gameplay experience he's never been rude to her). this side of shadow was almost completely lost after sa2 and heroes, so for his character alone, these little moments where he can be a little silly again is so great (my blorbo, my scrunkly <3)

now who would i be if i didn't do full-on voice line dissections (it's the english/actor kid in me, i fear). of course my word is not gospel and i am just cherry-picking lines and looking at them through the shadamy lens, so feel free to take my analyses with a grain of salt if you want :)

if you want to listen to the audio yourselves, here's some voice clips provided by TrailBlazer1 on youtube : amy // shadow

amy lines

she's so egging him on. if it were anyone else, i'm sure they wouldn't get away with it, but amy ?? oh, she can prod away with him. she wants him to retaliate in this low-stakes situation. she's inviting him to the fun !! she's the cutest <3

look at the competitive edge coming in ! maybe she's trying to tell him she's more than capable of crushing him (which i'm sure he's aware of). it's both a warning and an encouragement to face her

ooohhh boy. her tone in this one is lower, level; challenging. this girl wants the "ultimate life form" to live up to the name, to back up what he preaches and— no way this wouldn't kick him into gear. that's such a splinter under the skin type of comment. if anyone can get through to shadow, it's amy (i am very much a broken record on that one lmao). think what you want about this statement but i'm also giving it the innuendo eyes 👀

shadow lines

oh come on, shadow full well knows amy isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. shadow in any other case treats her like a lady better than most. this is a tease, a pisstake, if you will 🤭 point is, i don't think he's actually all that mad about her giving him a good one-two on the track

okay, in all fairness this seems a tad rude, but hear me out. shadow's obviously regarding amy's poor performance here. BUT. i like to think he holds amy in high regard — an equal, dare i say — and seeing her show anything that's sub-par probably disappoints him as much as it would as if it were him in her place. i want to interpret this one as pushing her to be the best she can be because he knows she's a worthy opponent / ally

when i said he was the reason i'm on the shadamy train, THIS was the comment that sold me. go ahead, tell me this isn't banter. tell me this isn't teasing. tell me this isn't a blatant innuendo. do WHAT, shadow ? want to explain that one to the class or— ? jokes aside, not only is he teasing her, he enjoys getting a reaction from her, else what does he mean by "i can do this all day" ? no, he wants to. what he'd do to get amy to react so animatedly . . . he wants to be the one eliciting these reactions from her.

. . . or something. like i said, salt grains, but that's the subtext i get

long and unwanted dribble aside, what would further shadamy banter look like ?

TL;DR : i think it best comes through where they can be competitive and not too serious about it. see reckless challenges, teasing jabs and subtle innuendos ;)

this "well-struck" comment from the crossworld previews really sits right with me overall, shipping goggles or not. shadow still shows he respects amy and treats her as an equally formidable opponent and that's something i really love about their dynamic : they never undermine or underestimate each other

all in all, i am so excited to see what crumbs crossworlds has for us !! i am itching with all the possibilities. it's so nice to see these two cut loose and interact, however briefly <3

thank you so much for these asks as always, they really fuel my chatty side hehehe >:)

[beef-brisket]

✨️Beach Day✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

To say these last few months have been stressful was an understatement. It's been hell. In every sense of the word.

Not only has Charlie been overworking herself since not only finding out that redemption is possible but also because the first man himself somehow survived his injuries and fell to Hell. Making him a permanent- although reluctant- guest at the hotel.

Unfortunately, the king and the first man hadn't been getting on as well as Lucifer had hoped- although he's not surprised.

Adam's definitely as much of a handful as Lucifer remembers. Maybe even more so now.

To say Heaven has been kind to him was a lie. They'd been pampering the bastard to the point that he's basically just a needy, 10ft baby.

So, Lucifer took it upon himself to get into his daughters good graces- and throw that dear bastard down a peg- he booked a big day out with Beelzebub for the whole hotel. Yes, the WHOLE hotel, including that weird maid and... Alastor. As much as Lucifer didn't want to see him in a bathing suit of any kind.

After gathering everyone into the lobby, Lucifer stood proud of a few of the first steps on the staircase to the second floor- just to add some extra height. As everyone gathered around, he smiled. The king may or may not like being the centre of attention. But that isn't important right now.

Charlie: Alright, everyone! Dad has a special surprise for everyone! Don't you, dad?

Lucifer: That I do, duckling! So, since everyone has been working so hard- well, mostly everyone- but that's not important. I have been in touch with a very, very, VERY good friend of mine-!

Adam: Get on with it, short ass!

The king glared at Adam as the first man smirked at him. It didn't help when a few people chuckled. There was one thing that really pissed the king off about Adam- he demanded the spotlight just as much as Lucifer, if not more.

Lucifer: Thank you, Adam, for your unwelcome input. Anyway, as I was saying-.

Adam: Maybe try and wrap it up a little quicker, goonie. I've got shit to do.

Charlie: Adam, please-.

Vaggie: Don't worry sweetie, I'll handle him.

Adam: Ha! Handle me?! You couldn't even handle a fucking sinner on a good day let along me the first fucking man, bitch!

Vaggie: I have HAD IT with you-!

Lucifer: ENOUGH!

Everyone stopped moving when Lucifer's horns and wings came out. He bathed in their fear for a moment before collecting himself and returning to normal. And, of course, Adam didn't look at all intimidated.

Lucifer: ...We're going to the beach! In Gluttony!

The king smiled as his pride returned. Everyone cheered and clapped. Even Husk had a small smile on his face.

Charlie: So- usually, sinners can't leave the Pride Ring, but dad pulled a few strings and managed to get you all down there for a day!

As everyone left to pack their bags, Angel and Adam went to the bar to raid it for bottles to bring with them.

Angel: We can't get caught, big guy. If Char sees us, we'd be in shit Creek!

Adam scoffed: You'd be in shit Creek, you mean. Girlie loves me! Besides, we can just hide most of these in your ass with how well-used it is.

Angel: Fuck off, asshole!

Husk: The fuck are you two doing?

The two sinners spun around. Adam had two whiskeys in his hands, while Angel had one vodka, two wines, and a tequila.

Angel: Uh... refreshments?

Husk: ...You'll need glasses.

The sinner smiled widely at each other as Husk helped them out. He even took one of Alastor's expensive bottled from the top shelf.

-

Once everyone was in the limo, Lucifer sighed, already feeling exhausted by whatever trouble this lot would get up to. But when his daughter rubbed his shoulder and smiled at him, he knew it was worth it to see Charlie happy.

Charlie: Let's go, dad.

Lucifer: Coming, duckling!

Once the two royals were in the car, they drove towards the highway. From the passenger seat, Lucifer could look at a screen that watched everyone in the back of the car. It looked like everyone was in good spirits. For now.

Lucifer: So uh... hun, apple, duckling, light of my life- are we going to ignore the fact Angel's beach bag was clinking?

Charlie chuckled: It's okay, dad, I'm sure it's just... a water bottle or something.

The king didn't feel too confident, but he won't push it. He was determined for this day to go well.

Glancing back at the screen, his eyes went to Adam, who was scrolling on his phone and laughing with Angel.

Lucifer didn't trust him. Not today. It felt like Adam was up to something- which was probably giving the first man too much credit, but there was definitely something going on.

-

Angel: So... we doing it today~?

Adam smirked: Duh. Shorty ain't gonna know what hit him.

Angel: Ha! Your ass on his cock, is what's going to hit him~.

Adam laughed: Shut up, bitch!

[poetryvampire]

If I may indulge,

Headcanons for 🌿Halsin🐻 helping you through your period.

Mines been real rough and I've been thinking about it all day. Lots o' spice for this one

Sfw

● First of all Bear Hugs Ba-by! Wanna cuddle up in a cozy pile and die?? He's got you. Halsin 1000% down to be the softest warmest heaviest teddy in the world for you any time but always brings out the bear cuddles when you're not feeling well

●He's not off put by it at all. Bleed on the sheets? Need to put off work for bit? He's super understanding it's only natural after all. If anything he's practically dragging you to bed to rest up when it gets bad.

●Ever attentive, he has a variety of herbs and teas to help with pain. It's boiling before you even have the thought to ask for it. He also makes sure to add a little extra honey for comfort.

●Don't feel like moving? Halsin would literally carry you to a soft patch of grass in the sun if you'd let him. He's perfectly happy to have a low key day keeping you company. On top of that he'd even try to entertain a bit if you wanted. Regale you with one of his youthful misadventures? His slight embarrassment is a small price to pay for that smile on your face.

Nsfw

● Now, he's not just unbothered by menstruation. In fact he thinks it's terribly erotic. He really can see beauty in all of nature and would relish in helping you work out the discomfort.

●It would take awhile to admit but he's got a wicked breeding kink and this definitely plays into that. Just it being a symbol of what your body can do does something to him that makes him want to ravish you.

● He's very controlled though. Like always, he wants to make you feel good above all but in times like this he's maddeningly slow. He wants to comfort your whole body and would start with a long bath or massage. You're practically drunk on how soothing his hands are.

●Halsin is very aware of how your period affects your sensitivity, how aching your breasts become. And he takes full advantage. He loves watching you squirm at his lightest touch. He'd sit you in his lap, back pressed to his chest and massage them til they practically hurt. After a bit of begging he'd move on to another overally sensitive bud.

●By the time his fingers are rubbing slow perfect circles on your clit it takes very little to push you over the edge. He takes his time works you up again and again as his mouth is caught between kissing your neck and whispering a slew of the most romantic filth you've ever heard.

●His plan is to give you enough orgasms to forget the pain. And it's working very well. Before you can even register what's happening he's between your legs lapping and sucking you to delirium. He's dying to feel you pulsing on his tongue and he hasn't long to wait.

●It's then he finally grants your clit mercy and you feel him pressing against you. As usual he enters you slowly to accommodate his size. He's over you now and you drag his face down to yours til he's completely against you. You need to feel him close as his slow deep thrusts work magic for both of you.

●You're feeling fucked senseless by the end but totally cramp free. In fact you've never felt so relaxed. Sleep comes to you quickly wrapped tight in Halsin's embrace. 💚✨️

[idv-sunsxin3]

Rody Lamoree // Random Dating HCs

{Dead Plate and characters belong to Studio Investigrave}

Note// He is like, 80% my type... I love him, though, dhdbdb I guess it's gn for s/o. I'm kinda a straight girl (who loves bl and yuri---), so sorry if I sound too straight./ih

•He is clingy, extremely affectionate, and touch starved... Relationships didn't end well with him because of that. But you managed to soften that by giving him plenty of love and attention when you both make time for each other. You can't say no to his puppy eyes;;;

•Can't cook for his life, is either you teach him how to cook or you both order takeout. If you do decide to teach him, he might fail miserably once in a while like injuring himself somehow or burn water--- he'll feel so bad that he is the reason you're carrying burden through the process but he'll sob more once he notices how patient, caring, and supportive you are while guiding him...

Rody// *sobs while looking at Y/N as if they're god*

Y/N // you okay there, babe?

•He'll die peacefully when he gets called pretty boy, Honey, hunny bunny, puppy, darling- no matter how cheesy or weirdly cute, it is Honey, him feel so giddy amazing 🥺✨️

•He is canonly buff and strong, so I can't help but imagine he is more than happy to carry you around on his shoulder or in bridal style to the point you don't even need to walk at all when he's with you/ih

•He'll compliment you a lot. He is your #1 fan. He'll quickly notice the changes in your appearance in one glance.

•New Haircut? Worshipping you right now. You wore something new? He'll take pictures of you in different angles, including selfies of both of you - red carpet material. You did your nails? Oh god, slay... Oh, what's this? A keychain you bought? That is so cool. He'll be so dramatic about it that it's so funny;😭

•Like man-- he's so supportive. Overwhelmingly supportive. He won't deny anything you decide and just support you till the end-- Like he's too in love to even care. He wouldn't even help but smush your cheeks together and say, "WTH WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY AUGHHH;;;" (thx to the sketch Rachel made;;;)

•He'll usually respond to you whenever you text him - or even as soon as possible to respond back through letters. He always loves your voice, so there would be times he asks if you can call each other. Having him lean to the side of the wall as he is blushing by the soft whispering in his ear you make through the phone.

•He'll do all his power to spoil you with gifts and expensive dates despite being broke. He'll go the extra mile to always do something so special in your anniversaries.

•Even in Valentine's Day, to the point he may forget to treat himself... you gotta remind him that his birthday is your pride and joy. Like, it's the day god blessed you for letting a beautiful being like him spawn/lh

•HEAR ME OUT- I'm looking respectfully.... No one should deny that this man is pretty muscular ♥️ He is so bashful when you praise his strength. You would also have the privilege to touch his biceps or lean your head on his chest,,,(I swear I'm normal). Just the feeling of you tracing his arm, shoulder, spine, and chest makes him go crazy and so down bad -

•He won't stop talking about you once a question related to you comes up - the victim will never hear the end of it -

•Canonly when you date him, He'll give you flowers that are plucked out of the ground since he cannot afford to bye a prettier bouquet from a flower shop...

•When he's sad, you have to give him words of assurance or hold him close... You can even order any kind of fast/junk food, and he'll be so happy that you would do that for him😭🥺

•If you happen to be smaller than him, he would find the opportunity to hover over you and wrap you up with his hoodie or coat before pulling you to an embrace. Kinda like shoving your head inside the coat;;;

•Besides writing songs and playing the guitar for you, he would also try to sing for you if he wasn't so hella shy about it. hhh;(he sings surprisingly decently tho!!!)

•He loves having a bike ride with you- he once promised that if he ever affords a car, you'll always get the passenger princess treatment, no buts!!!

[russellsppttemplates]

Finn wondering if Jimmy and Sassy feelings would get hurt if he ask for a dog

"Hey, darling, how was your day with grandma?", you wondered as your little boy ran to your arms. Since you and Max were renovating your home office, you thought it would be best that Finn spent his day with his grandparents, allowing you and Max to work quickly without the added worry of your son accidentally touching something dangerous and hurting himself. Your husband had been the one to pick him up from your parents' house, "Finn, do you want to tell mama what you told me in the car?", Max nudged, pulling your son to sit on his lap once he sat in the office chair next to yours as you tidied your desk, organising your materials into the drawers and pots.

"Oh, that's right!", he beamed, "you know grandma and grandpa have Juno", he mentioned your parents' dog. She had been in the family even before you moved out and the sweet labrador was the delight of both the older and younger family members, even Finn didn't escape it.

"I was just asking papa if he thought Jimmy and Sassy would be mad or hurt if we got a dog", he stated, looking at you as he explained the situation, "I know we've had them in the family for a really long time, they were here before I was even born!", he exclaimed, "and before mama, too!".

Chuckling at his antics and at his cuteness, you nodded, "That's right, Jimmy and Sassy have been with us for some time", you noted, giving him your full attention.

"But I don't want to hurt them because they'll think they're being replaced, but they won't be! Our hearts will grow bigger to have another pet in our lives!", he extended his arms before he slumped down, "what do you think mama? Papa said I also had to run the idea by you", he pouted.

"Well, having a dog is certainly different that having cats, Finn", you tried your best to no destroy his hopes straight away, "cats are very independent, they mind their own business, and a dog requires a little bit more attention, and with papa being gone for a good chunk of the week at times, it might be a bit too much for us, and the cats might not react well", you said, "not because they will think we don't love them, but because it will be someone new in the house".

"I get what you mean, papa said the same", he looked up at Max who nodded, "it's going to be another responsibility that, realistically, will fall on you and maybe we should wait until we have more time in our hands", he smiled, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers and your wedding band.

"How about we go and play with the cats, though? Me and papa spent the day drilling and I think we need to gain some extra points with them", you winked at your little boy, seeing him run off to find his furry friends, "I know I'm biased, but he's so cute when he's like this, makes my heart all melty inside", you cooed, pretending to squish his cheeks, "your genetics made him incredibly cute!".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[glacierberries]

i am sorry i feel evil and i want you to rate those perfectly reasonable pairings i totally believe to be canon:

- jilyrat (James+Lily+Peter, they didn't trust him for no reason! femme-fatale Peter!)

- dogcat (Sirius+McGonagall, I mean he does have mommy issues canonically, and their animagi forms...... opposites attract......)

- bellambrige (Bellatrix+Dolly, sharing hobbies (unironically liked this one lmao))

- snabraxas (Sev+Abraxas, Severus keeps going for rich parents (also kinda love that help))

and the ultimate icon

✨️Voldernon✨️

Voldemort and Vernon Dursley

A match made in heaven. Voldemort finds out that Harry Potter 100% wouldn't survive if you make a hole in his head with a drill.

btw all of those make more sense and have more chemistry than wolfstar

THESE ARE AWESOME jilyrat is so goofy, peter being in love with james and james being obsessed with lily. yeah i'd betray them too 😔🥀 8/10 i could see this happening.

2. STOP OMG sirius and mcgonagall is lowkey so hot AHSGGDGD. the mommy issues bit is so realll. i'd rate it a solid 7.5/10 i think minnies got too many good morals for all that 💔😔

3. OH MY GODD bella/dolores is PURE CUNT i LOVE it voldemort would kill himself though 😭😭😭. their aesthetics go so well together omg. bella needs a little extra help torturing someone? dolores has got her. bella needs someone to give her room a cute makeover? dolores saves the day! bella needs someone to help pick out a gift for voldemort? don't worry! dolores has the Best taste. aughh it's such a silly ship i love it. 10/10

4. SNABRAXAS AHAHAH i LOVE IT. 15/10. abraxas is rude to severus one time and severus wants to drain his bank account and make him pay. and also fuck him.

5. oh my god vernon x voldemort.. im impressed honestly. really good. thats actually REALLY GOOD LMFAOO both of them get together because they want to kill harry im CRYINGGG 😭😭 this is killing meee. 11/10 this made me laugh so hard.

some crackfic plots for three of the pairings cause i was stressed and high on sleep deprivation. im so fucking sorry these are so bad. read at your own risk 💔💔

jilyrat in a fic setting: jilytail isn't actually that far-fetched honestly, i can see james experimenting with his sexuality with peter, and peter likes it but james doesn't because hes straight, but he doesnt say anything bad about it. and so peter mistakes james for liking it and just.. hangs around when james and lily start dating. and lily kind of accepts it because she excuses a lot of things when it comes to james. and the war starts and lily thinks it's a good idea to have another pureblood such as peter on her side and they kind of.. make it work? 😭😭😭 and it sounds awkward but peter has alot of hobbies and silly side quests and hes kind to lily and lily lowkey falls for him 😭😭 but then james sees this and he gets jealous and breaks it off with him. lily gets upset with him and james is like ykw whatever and goes to hang out with sirius while leaving lily and harry at home. lily's lonely, so she stays in contact with peter until the prophecy thing happens. then it's actually lily's idea to have peter as the secret keeper because she trusts him. james agrees because well um hes dumb, and hes blinded by nostalgia and he lowkey feels bad. and we alll know how it ends. overall a big fat 8/10 😭😭🥀 i could see this happening. they are dysfunctional asf afterall.

BUT also femme-fatale peter really hits too i dont know how to write femme-fatale tropes im sorry 😭

sirigonagall in a crack fic setting: sirius graduates hogwarts and hes sleeping around alott and once, he spots mcgonagall at the bar with dumbledore of all people. and she looks terribly broody and sirius is like WHATEVER and goes for it, he throws a pickup line at her, and as expected, she frowns at him, thinking hes drunk. but surprise surprise, hes not actually drunk. so they sit down and have a long talk, it starts out incredibly dull because minnie has decorum. but then sirius starts talking about his mother and mcgonagall, whos a little drunk now, starts talking about how sirius' father and her had a fling in the past. and sirius is like WHATT and decides he Gets it. he asks her for more information about it. she says no obviously and shes scandelised, so she leaves. but sirius is curious now, and he wants to spite his dad. so he goes digging around his father's office and finds letters orion had written in the past about mcgonagall. and hes left feeling so debilitated because wtf??? and so, like a mad man, he sends one of them anonymously to her. he doesnt hear back for a week and just when he thinks she's given up, she shows up at his door, fuming. she asks what hes playing at and how dare he go through the letters. sirius is a little surprised, but his dad's been dead for about a year now, so he doesnt really see the problem. then mcgonagall asks sirius reluctantly if orion wrote anymore letters to her and sirius nods and shows her a drawer filled with them. and mcgonagall gets sad and they talk about it. and then sirius starts to see her as a genuine friend and they hang around sometimes in their animagus forms. sirius soon starts to spiral when he realises that yeah, shes supposed to be a mother figure to him but shes also attractive and nice and fun to hang around with and witty and- oh No. like, genuinely attractive. well, hes always had mommy issues. walburga would roll in her grave. then sooner or later, sirius gets guilty of feeling this way, so he kind of asks her out to get rejected and move on and to no one's surprise, she looks at him like hes grown an extra head. she declines and sirius- sirius is actually sad. he'd liked hanging out with her but the guilt is too much so he avoids her. then minnie realises that oh this guy was actually being fr and not trolling so they eventually get together. overall a solid 7.5/10

snabraxas in a fic setting:

lucius and severus being fwb, but they have to break it off cause lucius realises he's going to be married off soon. so one evening, he brings severus over to malfoy manor to introduce narcissa as his wife. so severus goes, and they have to walk this pretentious, long, meandering pathway to get into the actual house, and on the way, sverus spots abraxas lounging in the sun, shirtless and shouting at his peacocks to get out of the swimming pool and hes lowkey mesmerised. lucius brings him inside, and severus is being polite to narcissa and they makes small talk. and a while later, abraxas joins them in the dining hall, all freshly showered and looking classy. lucius introduces severus to him and abraxas' lip curls in distaste. and That

is the moment severus vows hes going to make that old man rail him senseless. how Dare he curl his lip at him. severus is going to give that man a heart attack and steal his money.

first, he has to be an annoyance of course. he starts by stealing one of abraxas' peacock. everyone knows how emotionally attached abraxas is towards his peacocks, so obviously, he comes to take his peacock back. but then he sees spinner's end and hes like bitch u live like this? abraxas demands severus gives him his peacock back and severus is like how did u get in my house. tobias throws a chair at him. abraxas dodges it and screams because his own peacock attacks him. how Dare? so now abraxas tries to use magic to get his peacock back but it keeps escaping. tobias is yelling, so severus throws a silencing charm at him and tells abraxas that if he wants his peacock back, he'd need to pay. and abraxas is like u filthy halfblood and severus just raises his eyebrow.

the last time a poor halfblood had the gall to steal from him, refuse to give back what he stole, and had a terrible caregiver, and didn't care if he got called a filthy halfblood, he became lord voldemort, so abraxas takes severus' threat seriously and pays him. but the problem is that the peacock actually really ends up liking severus and won't follow abraxas back. abraxas gets really pissed off and just kidnaps severus with him to malfoy manor. the stupid peacock keeps following severus around and abraxas is ridiculously jealous.

severus starts making hair potions with the peacock's feathers and he gifts it to abraxas and it turns his hair pink for a whole week. HA lucius is in hysterics and severus is triumphant. abraxas really really wants to kick severus out but his peacock won't be happy. :( and then a few months pass with severus commissioning potions for lucius' clients and severus wants to travel for a bit. so he packs his bags and leaves to australia for a bit after saying goodbye to his peacock. the house seems empty without severus to abraxas. he has his peacock back, but even it misses severus. abraxas then remembers that hes rich and can do anything so he apparates to australia to keep annoying severus. severus sees him and he's like how does this guy keep finding me. abraxas ends up following sev to his hotel room and he's like what is this?? this is where you sleep?? and sev is like hmm if you don't like it maybe you should buy me a house here or something and abraxas, being a mad man, actually buys him a house. severus tells him hes insane. abraxas kisses him. severus gets sugar babied to death and lucius is on the verge of Suicide. the end.

can you tell i haven't slept well for two nights 🥀

[spidybaby]

can we get a gavi the type pleaaaase i love your writing

Gavi the type

Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be ✨️

Warnings: none 🫶🏻

I feel like he's the type to somehow always mention you in a conversation. No matter if the conversation is about grass, he would find a way to mention you.

"I prefer pasta with not that much Parmesan cheese." Frenkie says.

"I'm more into a lot of cheese, like all the time." Ansu jokes, making some of the guys laugh.

They were at a restaurant, having a nice out time, not being able to do that much because of training and the season being super heavy.

"Well, for me it depends." Pablo says, thinking of the times when he orders pasta at a restaurant or when he eat it.

"Depends on what?" Pedri asks.

"Well if I'm trying for the first time the dish, I like to eat it with no cheese so I can taste it. But, for an example if I order some carbonara then I'm asking for extra cheese, my girlfriend also loves some extra cheese with her carbonara."

Raphinha erupts in laughs, making the others follow.

"What?" Pablo asks, confused about their reaction.

"You own me 50 euros, Raph." Pedri patts his back. "You just make me win some money."

"I don't get it."

"We made a bet, if you somehow mention your girlfriend in the first twenty minutes Raph, Frenkie and Robert owned me and Pedri."

"Assholes." he says, rolling his eyes smiling at the thought of them knowing he would mention you.

He's the type to be very clingy when you're alone and kinda serious when you're with other people. But don't get me wrong, in front of his family and his closest friends he was his normal touchy one. But while you're outside and there's cameras taking pictures of his every move, he's not the most confortable. (As we know his father said he's very shy)

"Let's go, pretty girl." he says, grabbing your hand to make you spin. "that dress is ufff" he whistle making you blush

"Well you look very handsome yourself mister Páez." you blow him a kiss.

"Mister Páez is my dad." he laughs. "But thank you miss." You both join his parents at the living room. All ready to go out.

He asked you to go with him to Sevilla for his vacations, you doubt it at first. Knowing your relationship was not that new but fresh enough to not know his parents. But Aurora helped him with getting you to say yes. So you did.

You both walk hand in hand outside of the residency where his house is. Aurora and you were talking about some dress she wanted.

The streets were pretty lonely, not that much people. Mostly older people. But as you walk closer to the restaurant you notice more and more people and they also began noticing Pablo.

He let go of you, thing he usually does when you were in public. He was very touchy when you were alone, even with his parents there. But in public he's more shy, specially because he knows people often takes pictures of him.

Once you got inside and seated, he took your hand again, kissing and caressing it with his tumb.

"Omg, do you ever let her go?" Aurora jokes, making you both blush and his parents laugh.

"It's young love, rora." Belen says, "and don't talk too much because Javi and you are just like that." She makes everyone laugh.

You understand his situation, appreciating that he wants to protect you as much as he can.

He's the type to invite you to every single match he plays.

He's the type to be a super supportive partner.

As a romantic partner is even better, because he would be involved in every step of any new project. Even when he's very busy with his football career, he's there for you.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, confused about your abrupt decision. "I think you need to consider this a little bit more."

You were talking with him about college, you got a full scholarship into the University of Barcelona. Not sure if you wanted to go there you quickly threw the idea out. But when he found the letter they sent you, he was confused on why not even hear the whole proposal they offer you.

"I don't know, what if I'm not the right fit for this?" you say anxious about the whole thing.

"Don't say that, mi amor. You are the smartest person I've ever met."

"What if I'm not what they're looking for? what if I fail? I'm scared."

"Amor, please listen to me." he says, cuping your cheeks. "You're so smart, so hard working, such a good classmate and more. You're perfect for this, don't doubt it for a minute."

"You're the best, I love you."

"And I love you more."

He's the type to always kiss you, like everywhere (when you're in private, of course). There's like a thousand videos of him kissing the boys on the shoulder, on the cheek, on the head. He's a lover boy, he loves affection and loves giving affection.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks from outside the room. "We're going to be late, mi amor."

"I'm almost done. Can you help me here?"

He walks over to you, grabbing the necklace and clipping it for you.

"Let's go, pretty girl." He kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving from there to your neck and to your hair. "Princesa mía."

You smile at him, sending a kiss over the mirror. "Let's go."

You are on your way. He has his hands on yours, every red light he takes the opportunity to kiss it.

"Aurora, hola!" You hug her, saying your greetings while Pablo greets everyone else.

"You look amazing!"

"She always does." Pablo interrupts, hugging you by the waist and kissing your cheek. Making you blush.

He's the type to always post you on ig stories. I know he's very private and we all know he doesn't even control his insta post anymore, but I feel his stories are other thing, also he would only post you on his close friends.

He's on his phone all the time. We all see the barca videos of him on his phone. So I feel he's the type to always be in communication with you.