#original character x reader imagines

[cerine0357]

hi hi aurelia!! literally first time requesting this, but can i have a drabble with reo, rikurou, yuxing, xinyue, osamu, rosealine, solielin, emilianna and izana (separated) where their s/o’s love language is physical touch and they’re always touchy or clingy with them. like, they’d always touch hands or hugs or kiss, those kinds of things!! but yeah, that’s it, so if you do my request, then thank you <3

oc: Elentia Acurion, Shimizu family, MorningStar Court:-

. Reo, Rikurou, Yuxing, Xinyue, Osamu, Rosealine, Solielin, Emilianna, Izana X Reader

┚Summary: They say physical touch is one of the sweetest ways people initiate their love, and it's definitely true for you...Isn't it?

┚Fluff|| Established relationship|| warnings: || Headcanons, drabble?|| The MorningStars are only best friends with their usual S/O in this world|| Normal versions of OCs

┚Author's note: This is my love and I love doing my characters and thank you for choosing such a diversity of my OCs, I'm so happy to write this, love you Ely!!! Oh people of MorningStar court aren't married, you know the drill....Also you were in a long distance relationship with Xinyue..Scenarios may not be similar to the prompt or request, but I'm using this post as a way to practice my scenario writing! Could not write for Izana...sorry!

Pearl of love~

Reo Takahashi

┠ Reo is not one to kiss or hug in public, but he's quite affectionate in private..Though his main love languages are gift giving and acts of services...He is always willing to give and receive affection!!

┠ Reo did grew up deprived of love, affection and everything else...but after taking over the family business, having being reunited with his father, brother and sister, Reo started receiving affection by them on a more regular basis, though he still isn't VERY used to it!!

┠ Having a affectionate S/O was very much welcomed by him, he loves to have hugs, kisses, or simply hold hands!! He doesn't mind even in public, though kisses are a bit avoided in public due to well unspoken rules of LingDesu...He will definitely hug and hold your hand in public, so don't worry!!

┠ He's sometimes gets very flustered at affection and he'll be all giddy, which is quite funny seeing a 6'2 mafia boss shaking his legs like a little girl while squealing because you kissed his cheek or hugged him tightly...It's also very cute to say the least!!

┠ Reo has a routine when he is sure he will receive all your affection, whether it be during meetings, during nighttime, during early morning, during naps, during eating, during whatever you do! He will make sure he receives your love and he gives it all back twice the amount!!!

┠ He loves kisses, whether it be on his hand, his neck, his chest, his arms, his thighs, his bobas, his cheeks, his lips...he loves them, because he loves your lips and your kisses, he just always desperate to have them and wants to keep them all for himself!!

┠ Oh my god!! Is he a sucker for sleepy affection; in his opinion, it's the best when you're both tired, trying not to fall asleep as you kissed his lips and cheek and neck with desperation to stay awake to listen to him talk about his day, you didn't want him to feel ignore...IT's fine, go to sleep dear...Reo promises he's not sad you're not listening to him, quite the opposite actually,

┠ Reo just doesn't want to share his affection of yours with the world; he knows he's selfish but please, how can you deny your darling boyfriend? He's hurt and you won't even keep some affection locked up for him?....Please, just once again let him be selfish?

┠ Reo sighing as he looked through the meeting hoping to just zone out and wishing his brother or sister or father will take the responsibility...and if it wasn't for the ball of warmth on his lap, he would have surely just pushed his chair away and left the room, an hour ago, when the meeting had just started...

Sitting on his lap and scrolling through your phone while wearing headphones, so you don't trouble them..You kept your hand on his cheek as you kissed his lips on occasion when you felt like it... You were sometimes very quietly humming to a song, while Reo boredly bounced the leg you were setting your thighs on kind of to annoy you and because he likes the way you huff in annoyance at times, and then he would gently kiss you and ask you to handle it for a while because it's so horrible being in the meeting and you'd blush form his deep voice and go back to your phone...

Reo only set his face in your nape, kissing it as he listened and nod to whatever the other people were saying and even adding input wherever it was necessary as he hummed and kissed you after every time he was asked to put in input or asked for suggestion and after he was done speaking a little kiss was placed on your nape...

Soon the meeting was finally coming to an end, as everyone bowed and left, you and Reo also stood up and bowed before Reo flopped down on the seat again... Finally alone, you pulled one of the seats someone was previously sitting in and just as you were about to sit, you felt a hand pulling you into them as you again fell on Reo's lap and Reo only whined and shook his head whining like a child...

You sighed with a smile as you rubbed his head and kissed his cheek as he began ranting on how everything was stupid and how everyone is stupid except you and how everyone should die...all while you were kissing him in the middle and yet that didn't stop him from talking with you in the tiny kisses...

Rikurou Takahashi

☢ Rikurou is also a affectionate person, more passionate and more provocative one as compared to Reo that is...He will kiss you and even leave hickeys in public if he can get away with it...don't worry, I'm sure you won't even feel him, thinking he's only kissing..

☢ Rikurou's main love languge is also physical touch, but it's also giving hickeys in various forms...he once left hickeys on your stomach in the shape of 'R.T'....you had to hide at the training session and had to change at the last...it was quite embarrassing and you knew Rikurou was very much proud of it....

☢ Rikurou the moment enters the home expects you to be in his grip in a koala-type of hug, with your leg around his waist and you and him kissing...of-course he gets a bit cranky when it doesn't happen...but kiss him and he'll stop being his pissy self!!

☢ Rikurou finds physical affection by a trusted one to be the purest thing ever, he loves to kiss you and hug, find time to hold his sister's hand as she shops, pat his brother's head while his brother plays games or sleeps and cuddle with his father as they both sleep in the afternoons with everyone!

☢ Rikurou really likes to hold your hand and makes sure he's holding your hand literally all the time he can...during meetings he has you on his lap and no one can really say anything because despite not being the boss he's elder than Reo and Reo doesn't really care and Rikurou is known for being very cruel around!!

☢ Rikurou might also like to do self-care with you, and kiss you gently after each step was done, having a small make-out session...and at the end, you were definitely pulled into a steamy make-out, leaving you red, lips red and swollen and neck covered in hickeys...

☢ Rikurou always gets shy for some reason after a kiss, hug or any type of slight affection, only with you though!...You and he have no idea why, but he still do and you find it endearing..the way his ears gets red, he can't help it and his face warms up yet the tip of his nose gets cold...you find it so cute!!

☢ Rikurou gets so shy and he feels shy at it as I stated, but when he's in public, all that shyness seems to disappear, he has no idea why if he's shy with you uin private with affection, he should be even more shy in public, right? No...He gets more confident with your affection in public

☢ Rikurou continued to pop some popcorn in his mouth as he watched something on his laptop in the slight darkness with slightly glowing green light, you on the other hand were on the bed-side vanity doing your skin-care routine as you looked at Rikurou smiling and eating popcorns...

Finally putting a sheet-mask, you got up and crawled over to Rikurou with a sage, mint, lavender and tulsi (holy basil) one, you looked over to see him watching a k-drama...you ripped open the packet, and pulled out the sheet-mask which was slightly green, and tapped Rikurou's shoulder and asked him to face you...

"Baby, you look here..." Rikurou only hummed and didn't move his face, "Later darling..I'll do whatever you want later.." Rikurou hummed and you asked three or four times and Rikurou seemed too fixated on the screen and didn't even answer.. Annoyed, you put the sheet back in the open packet and put it aside for a while and decided to so something...so you did what you do best, be affectionate and trouble Rikurou... :>

You slammed shut the laptop and crawled on his lap, pushing him back on the bed as you now straddled his hips, Rikurou angrily looking up at you started to say something but was cut off, "HEY! I was watc-!" you slammed your lips on his, pulling slightly on the band in his long black hair and pulled out the ponytail, making his relatively long hair mess up and you lifted his face in your hands kissing him and rubbed your hands through his hair...

Rikurou was though rough in the start, started to calm down a bit, though he pinched you gently on your thigh before kissing you softly, occasionally pulling away for milliseconds and going back to kiss your lips as his tongue traced your lip before you gently let your tongue enter his...feeling a bit annoyed he wasn't giving you attention, yes you deserved attention, you were his darling, no? Why wasn't he giving you attention...Of-course you forgive him, cause he was kissing you, BUT STILL!

Finally pulling away as you got up, pulling him with you to make him si up... "Ready to pay attention to me?" You asked sweetly cupping his cheeks, as Rikurou only shyly nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed, his ears very red...You picked up the sheet-mask and pulled it out and put it on Rikurou's face, Rikurou finally sighing as the cold sheet touched his warm face and cooled it down a bit, as you apologized for slamming his laptop and opened the laptop back to the K-drama and started watching it with him, the mask on your faces and occasional kisses in between...

Yuxing Shimizu

❀ Yuxing is also one with having physical affection as his main love language, does not leave you in anyway possible, his hands always have to be on you in some way or shape, does not matter!! If you don't , it's all hell breaks loose...

❀ Yuxing love kisses and does not care what anyone thinks,he will kiss you public, not like make-out, cause he don't wanna be yelled for traumatizing kids but a little peck on your lips or cheek..

❀ He plays this game, where he can see how any times he can annoy Azuki, every time he wins a point, he gets to make-out with you for a while!! Of-course, you don't mind, it's your fav game too..when Azuki wins a point, he doesn't get anything!!!

❀ Yuxing likes to make sure you get all his attention and that you don't stray away from being so affectionate to him, his parents enjoy seeing him being a bit too whipped for you as you give him love, affection or attention! They would be walking hand in hand through the hallway and see you hugging Yuxing across against the wall, Yuxing hates hugs....They only laugh as Reo gets deja vu about how he was also like this to Kaiyo when he was a mafia and she was a assassin and she would sneak into his office to annoy him or give him attention or get attention or just be affectionate....

❀ Oh and his siblings though get annoyed at him being lovey-dovey in front of them while he insults them in front of you subtly, you can't even do anything cause he does this so often!!

❀ He loves to receive affection from you, he can't get enough of it no matter what he does...he always has a feeling now that he needs to solve by getting some affection, love and attention from you..He feels cold and then he will dramatically be upset until you give him attention..

❀ Yuxing has a habit of kissing his S/O's scars, freckles, moles and everything birth mark or place you're insecure about, he kisses it multiple times while praising you for a few minutes until he's satisfied..making sure you're smiling at the end of it..

❀ Has a habit of running and smooching your cheeks before running away, leaving you clueless! It's kind of funny to the onlookers, but really flusters Yuxing to the point he can't speak properly and you'd think he was having a heart attack from the way his face was red...

❀ Yuxing finds it so cute whenever you come running to him for a hug, a kiss, a peck, a chance to hold his hand or simply because you want his attention, don't worry pretty baby, you're cute, he'll let this cuteness slide...

❀ "....We were playing in the sand and you found a little band~" the voice of Yuxing was felt as the radio provided tune along with his skilled fingers on the ukulele and the ocean's waves crashing on shore...

"..You told me you fell in love with it, this hadn't gone as I planned..." Yuxing's words picked up by his brothers and fathers sitting beside him in silence as they all did their own thing...

"...When you had to bid adieu~" as Yuxing played the instrument with the cloudly winds, the scratchy old radio and shore's sound when water came into contact with it...

"Said you'd never love anew....I wondered if I could hold it....And fall in love with it too..." As Yuxing sang, his younger brother hummed with him....as the sounds of his elder brothers joined a minute later...

"You told me to buy a pony...But all I wanted was you.." ..You...the words seemed the emphasize Yuxing's feelings he had for you...You stood there, nearby his mother as you showed her some sea-shells you collected with your gorgeous smile...your didn't know it did you?

Yuxing's hums of singing and the music with the radio scratching over the singing and humming with the sound of the ocean...gave Reo a reminder of past..maybe it was fate, maybe something else? But..it was definitely beautiful as Reo's deep voice hummed along Yuxing's and his elder brother's..As Yuxing only dragged his fingers across the strings..making the sound jingle through the atmosphere...

"...Darling!" Your voice called out sweetly..making Yuxing drop his ukulele on Ayano as he hopped off the railing of the tiny shed fence walking over to you...But you ran to him until his arms caught you and hugged you tightly in his arms, closer, as you kissed him... Kaiyo walked over to the shed a she held Reo's hand and looked back at you and Yuxing...She also caught up on it..din't she?...You were..them, just in different forms...And it was his fate..

Xinyue Shimizu

◈ Xinyue, despite being quite a confident person is a pretty shy person, but worry not, he will LOVE your affections just as much as a gamer loves their electronic!

◈ He would love to hold hands, kiss you or hug you, but he really can't at times cause he gets a tad bit too shy at times, so it would DEFINITELY be better..cause he would only get twitchy and go red and who knows what else could happen?

◈ Xinyue's main love languages is acts of services and spending time..But having someone like you who comes at random times to give affection, it helps him remind himself to take breaks from his gaming and anime shit...Don't worry, he will get all of you snacks!!

◈He would not mind getting random hugs or kisses at random times, excpet unless he gets it during games, he dens't mind, but when he loses he gets a bit pouty and whiny and you need to kiss all his pouts and whines away!

◈ Xinyue wouldn't mind PDA, honestly he would be proud to do it, but then again, doing it in front of people in their world is quite awkward...but then again he will make sure you're doing well!!

◈When he's exercising, he will do that thing where when he does a push up, he will lean down to kiss you! He HATES push-ups and his elder brothers and father know it, so they asked you to help him by doing this cause they figured it's a cute couple thing and Xinyue would be a fan of it!!

◈ Xinyue has amazing reflexes, I MEAN IT! he can catch a fly out of thin space, so whenever you try to sneak up on him to spook him, he will only reach his arm out at the last moment and hug you tightly before picking you up and if you're lucky by him being confident, he just might kiss your lips~

◈ Xinyue loves to walk around by lacing his hands with yours, it's subtle and most people won't even care or even notice, but it makes him feel very giddy inside and happy and he gets excited like a child receiving a room filled with their favourite candy!! Yes, THAT EXCITED!

◈ His player two gets what they want, if it's his affection, they will give it to him,....even if he might faint through the process....Don't worry, your online boyfriend will try his best to not be awkward, even though he's failing miserably!

◈ "..Hey Y/N?" Xinyue started as he looked back at Ayano, Luixian, Dejiyo giving him a thumbs up and Dejino giving him a middle finger

"Y/N...ha..Y/N...Haha" Xinyue only chuckled awkwardly when he felt a hit from Dejiyo, "..You said their name already idiot!" Dejiyo whispered to him as Ayano sighed holding the flower and spreading it's petals gently

"Sorry about him Y/N, he's a lost cause.." Ayano whispered

"I can hear your, you know?" Xinyue looked back angrily as Dejiyo sighed and muttered, "Are you talking to us? Or Y/N?"

"..RIGHT!...so uh..Y/N.." Xinyue

"....Uhm, you're...looking good..and..."

"So I look ugly every other day?", "...NO! I mean ...Uhm..Not like you look ugly everyday...but it's just that you.." Xinyue tried speaking as his face, neck and ears flushed red, as Xinyue only sighed and continued,

"..I'm pretty sure you called me saying you've come to visit, cause you...well have a mouth, and I HAVE A MOUTH AS WELL!! Hahahah..."

"...Seriously...god, that's embarrassing..." Ayano whispered as he cut off the branch to his flowers in a way to make sure his bouquet was perfect for Xinyue's first meeting with you...

He was in a long distance relationship with you for a long time, tonight was your first meeting with him as you met him again!

"..Of-course they has a mouth dumbass...and of-course they SAID IT..", Dejino yelled as Liuxian patted his head while Dejiyo tried to answer, "..Just try to charm them... will you?"

Ayano only shook his head in amusement seeing his elder brother be a dumbass while try to greet his lover..Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.

"right- right my bad my bad" Xinyue shook his head, "...Okay...Y/N!"

"..Yes Xinyue..?~ What's the matter?~"

"...I missed you, my love...You're looking great today and...I planned a date for us~" Xinyue said smiling smugly trying to be charming like Dejiyo said

"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Xinyue quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"

Liuxian, Ayano only snickered trying to hide their laughs while Dejiyo groaned and Dejino only rubbed his nose bridged and mumbled out curses under his breathe..

"....I've been trying to be your S/O for a while now, and it's only getting embarrassing..." Il-seong said as he took of the wig, this only made Xinyue sigh and bang his head repeatedly against the table as Il-seong turned to Dejiyo "...Jiyo...he's a lost cause!"

"..It wasn't as bad....was it?" Xinyue asked cringing at himself

"IT WAS HORRIBLE!" his siblings yelled at him in unison especially Il-seong who was honestly tried of wearing the wig and being you for the 17th time before Liuxian sighed and smiled apologetically..

"..Just try to be NORMAL AND ASK HER NORMALLY...she's already your lover!" Dejino asked angrily, as Ayano only patted him, "..Dejino is right..you better do this...before she gets unimpressed and regrets coming here..."

"....You mean...she won't like being with me..?" Xinyue asked suddenly feeling scared, "..I mean if you haven't noticed, she only had a internet connection with you, if you want her to have a real life connection, you need to be normal..." Il-seong pointed out as he took the wig off and placed it on the table beside them

"...Hey now! Let's try again!!" Luixian said as he forced the wig back on Il-seong's hair, Il-seong's blonde-white hair poking out from under the wig as Il-seong crossed his arms angrily..

"..WHY ME?!" Il-seong asked angrily

"SHUT UP!"

"..Dejino, be nice! Anyways, 1, 2, 3!" Dejiyo hollered stopping her twin from attacking someone,

"..Last time!...actually you know what?....Let's just do the real thing.." Dejiyo said changing her mind at the last time as everyone except Xinyue nodded tiredly, "..WHAT, NO!?"

"..Listen..we're getting tired now, we all helped, ALL OF US, Mom, dad, Jingyin, Soweong, and every other siblings we have was here...!....but we started at 10 in the morning, it's 10 in the night now!....let's just take a break.." Ayano said as he reminded Xinyue as they nodded, finally convincing Xinyue to take a break as they all walked towards their bedrooms...

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The bustling of people and their shoes clacking on the marble airport floor, as Xinyue tapped his foot on the floor in anxiety, "..Hey, you'll be fine..I believe in you!" Liuxian said smiling gently as he fixed Dejino's blonde hair, "..Well I don't.." Dejino snickers as Xinyue gave him a glare, "..What, I'm being honest..."

"..Hey!...Just say hi, give a few compliments and everything! and then bring her over to us to introduce her to us and we'll take somethings off your back from there!" Ayano says as Dejiyo nodded while fixing Ayano's hair.

"..Oh..What compliments?" Xinyue asked getting more and more stressed by the minute, "..I don't know, just some compliments, like they look pretty even if they have a bed-head, or that you missed them..." Il-seong said as he looked for you in the crowd of the people coming off from the plane, until his eyes fell on you, alerting Xinyue and the others immediately...

Catching Xinyue's eyes, you ran towards him so fast, dropping your bag as soon as you were close enough to the family and tackling him to floor, kissing him everywhere, as Dejiyo giggled happily as Luixian and Ayano smiled at the scene..

Xinyue on the other hand was having a panic attack, he was VERY HAPPY, don't get me wrong, but you kissed him straight up, did you like that much?! Kissing his cheeks, nose, eyes and everywhere else before finally kissing his lips...

Xinyue immediately froze before awkwardly and gently kissing back, but you pulled away standing up and introducing yourself to his parents first, ".I'm so sorry, I got a bit too excited! I'm Y/N, Xinyue's online and now well, offline S/O!" You say extending your hand while you bowed to his parents.

Kaiyo immediately giggled as she shook your hand and pulled you into a hug, "..Hello Y/N! We've heard a lot about you!" she said as Reo nodded smiling gently, you heard Xinyue's father doesn't show a lot of emotion, so you were happy and more comfortable when you saw him smile...as you and the family turned back to look Xinyue, all you saw was Xinyue fainted on the floor, his face red and overheated... of-course you panicked, but everyone else in the family onl either had to hold thir laughs or sighs of disappointments...

Little by little as you got into their limo, you got introduced to everyone in the family; Izumi, Azuki, Ayako, Ayano, Osana, Osamu, Hyuna, Hyunizo, Dejiyo, Dejino, Oshinyu, Oshinuza, Haoyu, Yuxing, Il-seong, Xangmin, Liuxian, Soweong, Jingyin and Xinya and the parents; Kaiyo and Reo!

but your hand held Xinyue's all the way back..luckily you were affectionate enough and even though he was fainted, you were happy this way!

"..Oh dear..what will our son do when he's actually kissing or on a date with with them, hmm?" Kaiyo asked her husband as Reo only shook his head, "..He'll learn.." sadly all that preparation yesterday was gone to waste cause Xinyue didn't even need to say anything!...

Osamu Shimizu

⋢ Osamu doesn't really have one, he can settle for all five love languages, he does not care what love language you have, he will lovingly take all with a soft blush on his cheek and a pretty smile on his lips while he looks at you with love-filled eyes~

⋢ Osamu though is a relatively shy person in his family, so he gets shy with affection quite easily, don't mind that, he loves it!! he finds it to be so sweet, even though it feels as though his skin is burning up..

⋢ He often turns red with his affection, so he tries to show affection as much as he can through other ways, mostly designing clothes for you in your favourite colour, styles and everything which will make you feel confident or taking you on a trip to his private beach or buy a tar and name it after you? Or maybe buy you a life-time supply of something you want to buy but you find it too expensive, or take you a dazzling trip with his family...

⋢ If you're wanting his attention late at night, he will carry you from his room to downstairs to the kitchen and make you food late at nights while he's carrying you koala style or he places you on the counter, does not matter the weight, he's strong enough!!

⋢ He will either always have a hand around your waist, around your shoulder, holding your hand on when sitting on you thigh or simply holding your hand...He finds it a subtle way and luckily it stops him from going red...

⋢ When he's feeling especially affectionate and needy, he will come and kiss your lips multiple tips in a ways that's kind of ticklish before moving to your neck

⋢ You know that romantic thing where people zip up their S/O's dress? Boys can wear dress too, don't worry, so when he kind of zips up your dress, he'll kiss your bare back before zipping it up fully and will again kiss your nape...

⋢ He will take you to the beach and will help you put sunscreen on you and whenever you kiss him or demand affection, he will do whatever you want cause during those times when he's at the private beach is only when's actually confident and his touches are more full of desires and lingering touches!

⋢ The blazing sun mixed with the salty breeze is one thing that calms Osamu down more quickly than anything, not more than you being happy in your new clothes or being confident in your outfit.

You and Osamu sat under the large umbrella covering you both completely as you modeled the swimsuit he designed for you in confidence; in your favourite colour, a pretty netting chain which had real seashells and pearls stitched on it around your waist.

As Osamu smiled up art you, you sat beside him starting to put the sunscreen on your hastily to get into the water quickly to cool off nicely, the ocean was very clear and very clean..but it was the Shimizu family's private beach...As you quickly rubbed the the cream on your arms, but it was done too harshly in Osamu's mind as he gently held your wrist,

"..Hey be gentle..You're gonna make your skin turn rough.." Osamu said smiling as he looked at you rubbing your sunscreen on with a love-filled smile..

He took some in his palms and rubbed some on himself before helping you for fun! Finally done, you sighed out of dramatic tiredness and laid yourself over him from behind, making Osamu giggle as he tried to reach you to grab your hand but stopped as his shoulder ached after a few seconds...

He continued to giggle while you enacted out a weird scene from who-knows-what 1950s show from your brain, Osamu giggled as you did so...Occasionally you'd both stop to give each other a kiss before continuing to be dramatic and laughing at each other, as the sun shone beautifully over the beach and the golden day!

Rosealine MorningStar

♢ Rosealine is often too busy on her laptop, but she doesn't mind anyone's affection...even though after a while, if you keep troubling her and doing things to her laptop, she will get mad..

♢ Not to worry, she is also quite a affectionate person. likes holdings people's hands, or running a hand through their hair as they sleep, walk around holding pinkies with someone, patting people or hugging them tightly!

♢ She would love to hold your hands or have you on her lap or you can have her on your lap; she doesn't care while she games or teaches you how to play a certain game! And she will award you kisses after every time you win!

♢ Rosealine would always hold your hands during classes at Xiokor, some people have taken photos and it is very much trending!!! Like even the royals are having a banter on it...don't worry, Lucifer always wins at it and Raemous ended up feeding some of his home-cooked food with Mammon....don't ask..

♢ She would always share some earbuds with you, and hold your hand during breaks and she will give you a kiss every time when a class starts or ends and it doesn't even matter if you're having same classes at Xiokor or not...because she will still kiss you!!

♢ She loves to hold you close to her when she sleeps, it's a habit she will slip her hand up your shirt and will slightly caress your under boob/pecs gently, it's in her way to say she loves you sweetly!

♢ When she's creating her potions she labels everything on how you perceive them...does not matter if you think the toad's eyes looks like edible blinking bish...she will name it that and so when Satan once came, he was confused why the things were labelled in such a way....it's a way to make sure she keeps your thoughts in her minds as well!

♢ She will definitely does not mind any hugs or cuddles, she ADORES THEM! She will always have her arms open for you! She is always welcoming of your affection!

♢ "OH YOU GOT I!!!" Rosealine nearly screamed in happiness, "Hey, shhh...." You motioned for her to lower her voice as it was in the middle of night, as she nods and Rosealine smiled at you brightly as she kissed your lips, "..See? I knew it, you were good at it!"

"..Rose...I only passed level 1...."

"You're still very good at it!" Rosealine said as you went to level 2 which you again easily beat.. "YES! You're great!" she said as she kissed your lips yet again, as you went to level 3, it was a bit different, "..Use the boost cards and then go to the lobby and hit those freaks!" Rosealine said as you confusedly did what she said, of-course you failed because you didn't understand shit, but Rosealine seemed to think it was the other team's fault as she turned on her mic of her headphones, she had been wearing...

You have never thought to call Lucifer faster than now.....it was scary seeing her curse so much, you were lucky it wasn't directed at you...as you pulle the headphones off her head and turned off the mic before shutting the PC..

"..Oh my god..You didn't need to do that!" You said as you rubbed your nose, while Rosealine only pouted and looked off to the side...You got off the PC, feeling tired now, and pulled Rosealine with you into her large sea-shell shaped bed...You pulled her close to you, the AC in her room making the room nicely cool, but the inside of the blanket felt better...She pulled your head on her chest as she moved her hand under your shirt to caress the bottom of your chest

It was normal for her to do that, and it felt comforting in a way... Rosealine kissed you on your lips which lasted for a few seconds before she laid her head on her large pillow...she was quickly drifting asleep, you smiled and hummed kissing her forehead, "Good night my love..."

Solielin MorningStar

♣ Solielin is quite a fun and sunny person, she is also very much giving of affection and loves receiving affection as well! Her main love-language has to be gift giving though, but she is very affectionate!!

♣ Solielin often uses her magic to give you gifts and in return she expects a lot of KISSES AND HUGS!! You're all hers ad she's all yours!!! Mwahahah, okay, it makes Odelia cringe a bit on how stupidly cute and fluffily disgusting you both are!....It's fine...

♣ She holds your hands whenever she's making some type of potion or writing some homework... She will even draw imaginary things on your palm or the back of your hand with her fingers or maybe some pen...it's a good way to make sure she's showing attention to you!

♣ Solielin always shares her jacket with you and kisses you whenever she's bored or has free time or is just randomly feeling the urge to, it's a thing she does!

♣ Solielin surprisingly has more muscle strength then people expect, so she is able to have you sit on her lap! she is also one of the tallest royals! Like she is nearly somewhere around 5'11..yeah....

♣ Solielin always makes sure to kiss you every time she sees you, doesn't matter if it's in the corridors, or in front of friends or in front of royals! Though she would love to kiss you in front of bitchy idiots you try to annoy or put you down, she would rather leave hickeys and then hex them using some type of spell...

♣ She is quite a workaholic and so she needs to be reminded to take breaks, so maybe just scooch in her lap or like lift her up or kiss her randomly will do the trick, since she pops out of the stupid workaholic bubble she creates and you can help her take breaks!!

♣ "SOLIELIN!!!" you called for god knows what time... you were needing help with making dinner cause a few of the royal...okay not a few..LITERALLY ALL THE ROYALS were coming over...and obviously you won't be able to prepare such a large batch of food without her help...but for some reason she wasn't responding or listening, sighing you turned off the stove and walked up to her room..

As you walked up to her room, you knocked a few times, but in turn no rustling of her feet to her door, so you knocked again and called out "Solielin, babe!!" and of-course...nothing, so you huffed and pushed open the door to find it open..

You entered to find Solielin's back faced towards you, and she WASN'T EVEN LISTENING TO ANYTHING THROUGH EARPHONES!!

You called her name in the room, in disbelief to the fact she still didn't hear you...Of-course you walked over to her, to see her writing like thousands of words on a parchment, her index finger, her thumb and her middle finger all red from the thousands of words she had been writing, you again called her, "...Solielin...Babe??"

Again nothing, even though you were right beside her ear, you tapped on her shoulder, knowing she always got like, her ears and eyes and awareness would shut off from the world when she as doing some work, worrying and concerning people..

"..Oh..Babe!! Hey!" Solielin said turning around in her swinging chair and pulling you towards her by your waist and kissing your lips...of-course you sighed and kissed her back, realizing she didn't even notice you this whole time..

"..So what happened??" Solielin asked as she pulled awy from your lips, your lips having a bit of her drool, since she always used her tongue..Solielin picked up a claw clip and put her hair into a bun, her hair falling on her face..

"..I need your help in nmaking dinner for the royals..."

"..Oh but..I have to complete.." Of-course she said that, you isghed as she rubbed your face with your hands..making her smile sheepishly, "...Alright, when is this due??"

"...The Tuesday after this one!"...." WHAT."

"..NAH.....You're helping me do this...I don't care, you have the whole two weeks for it, it's Tuesday TODAY!!" You remind her pointing towards the glowing calendar which showed, the date, month, year, time, in hours, minutes, seconds, nano-seconds, quarter seconds as well!!!

"...But-" "..NO BUTS!" You says pulling her up shutting her pen and closing her notebook.... before pulling her downstairs as sitting her on the couch and giving her a large pots of blood peas to peels...

"...You worked a bit TOO hard tonight...Try doing this and take a break..afterwards I'll give you more work.." You say going back to the stove and turning it on...as Solielin sat there... of-course she didn't want to do this...and you of-course knew this..so you decided to let the cooking be done along side the royals..a good way to exchange gossips.

You shut the stove yet again and went to sit beside her kissing the shell of her ear, as you picked up a bunch and started peeling them, Solielin stopped before pulling you on her lap and kissing your cheeks..as you both peeled the blood peas with comforting silence..

Izana

☁ Izana is not a very affectionate person, but his students definitely are and he can tell...cause they all very often ask him to cuddle with them or simply walk with them and they end up holding hands..It's quite a common sign...So maybe having a affectionate person won't be too much of a thing!

☁ Izana doesn't really mind having a affectionate S/O, though it might get a bit annoying at times, but affection is another one of the softest way to make him smile or be happy!! He will be with Willowette doing art, maybe just get clingy and affectionate with him and his art will turn out better than Willowette expected!!!

☁ Izana likes to hold hands under the desk during lunch breaks when he's being a gossip queen or therapist or drug dealer for his students, teachers friends, etc. People will surely tease him if they find ou he is holding your hand, cause he acts like he hates affection!

☁ Speaking of him hating affection, he will act SO HARD to act like he hates it...but he secretly can never get enough of it, makes him feel special!! He is very much demanding of it!!

☁ Izana also likes to nap in his large sky blue sleeping bag during free periods of class behind the desk, the students don't really bother and have learned to shut themselves up because Izana would beat them up and yell at them and give them detention and take away house points!

☁ He will cuddle with you in the darkness of his sleeping bag with a portable fireless fire, to give some tiny glow!! He is literally so warm, but his hands are perfectly cool along with his feet for some reason...so it makes you fell all the more happy!!

☁ Izana would always have you on his lap in his room while he corrects their notebooks, homeworks or exams or random things they write for him and gives remarks and he will kiss your cheek every time he finishes one, seems like a reward!!

☁ Oh and after he finishes any tedious works in his opinion, its deserving of a reward so make out-sessions!!! SO MANY OF THEM!! In his room, in the bed-swing, in the empty staff room, in empty classroom, anywhere he can get his hands on you!!!

© All three characters belong to me, Lxdymoon, Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

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Beneath a Dragon's Gaze

Summary: With Madame Sylvi indisposed on the evening Prince Aemond comes to visit, he requests someone different | Word Count: 1.7k~ | Warnings: sex work, smut, hair pulling, biting, titty sucking, darkish Aemond

A/N: saw ep 3 and felt silly 😁 not proofread an inch

“The Prince has asked for you.”

She could not help the wide-eyed look and the familiar flipping of her stomach, now feeling entirely different with the words that had come from her fellow woman’s lips. The Prince. Well, it could have meant either of them only weeks before, but no longer. They frequented this establishment quite often, as an upper-class brothel, with only the finest whores and service, it was only natural, and they had the coin to pay for it.

Suddenly, she felt quite cold in the sheer dress she had chosen that evening, doing very little to conceal the flesh that hid beneath, her nipples having formed peaks against the satin. What could she possibly say to that? There was no possibility of refusing. 

“Very well,” she responded, knowing it was not her place to question. There was no question as to which now, it was most certainly the very same who frequented for the warm embrace and soothing voice of Madame Sylvi, who spent hours in her company and paid her a hefty price for it. For secrecy. But she knew just as well that the only reason Aemond had requested her instead, was because on this night, his usual appointment was indisposed. 

Her heart raced as she slalomed through the scantily clad crowd, each step bringing her closer to the corner where the prince awaited. The halls were dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls, alongside those of curved figures, twisted with pleasure. She could hear the muted sounds of such from the other rooms, but they did little to quell the nervousness that gripped her.

When she reached the curtain, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The Prince. Aemond Targaryen. Known for his fierce demeanour and sharp intellect, he was not a man to be trifled with. Yet, beneath that cold exterior, she had heard whispers of a man burdened by the weight of his family.

Sliding the curtain across, met with the Prince, eyepatch already discarded and down only to his breeches, sat with cup in hand on the plush settee, his lone eye raising to her as she dipped for a curtsy. She felt her throat close at the sight of the sapphire, somewhat mirroring what was happening between her thighs.

"Madame Sylvi sends her apologies, my prince. She is unable to attend to you this evening."

Aemond's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and she felt her cheeks flush under his scrutiny. "I did not call for Sylvi tonight," he said finally, his tone giving nothing away. "I called for you."

Her lips parted to question. But she dare not let the words free. She was not one to ask about his intentions, a mere whore.

“Undress.”

The Prince’s eye never wavered as he watched, flesh revealed as she bared herself to him. He stood as if uncurling himself, finishing what was left in his cup before moving his hands to unlace his breeches, his head gesturing to the settee.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His commanding tone made those flutters awaken once more. She had been employed at this establishment for so long, of course being naked and bared to an abundance of men was second nature. But there was something about the way he wanted her, the way it seemed not spurred by desire of any kind, but a need, like air, that ignited her nerves that she had not felt since her first few days in this line of work.

Still, bare arsed and exposed to a Prince, was a different matter entirely.

She felt his presence behind her, knowing he was naked as his thighs brushed against hers. He nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, encouraging her to arch her back. Though she could not see his face, the rippled design of the copper in front of her reflected enough for her to sense the detachment in his actions. So, she remained silent.

Prince Aemond guided himself to her centre, barely wet, and pushed his cockhead inside. He had barely breached her when his hands gripped the flesh of her buttocks, watching intently as his cock slowly slid deeper into her cunt, being swallowed by her body. She closed her eyes, the lack of preparation making the act more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but she hoped that with time, her arousal would ease the discomfort.

As Prince Aemond continued to push himself inside her, she focused on her breathing, trying to relax her body and ease the discomfort. The room was silent except for their breaths, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls. Each inch he gained felt like a stretch, a challenge to her body's readiness, but she bit her lip, determined to endure.

His hands, firm on her buttocks, began to knead her flesh, his grip alternating between gentle caresses and possessive squeezes. The friction built steadily, her body slowly acclimating to his presence. The initial pain started to fade, replaced by a growing warmth and the stirrings of pleasure.

Aemond moved with a deliberate pace, his thrusts measured and controlled. He seemed intent on watching every inch of his cock as it disappeared inside her, his breathing heavy and laboured. She could feel his intensity, the way he held back his own urges to maintain that slow, torturous rhythm.

Despite the initial discomfort, her arousal began to build. Her body responded to his movements, her inner walls slickening and accommodating his length with increasing ease. Soft moans escaped her lips, unbidden but honest, as pleasure began to mix with the remnants of pain.

Aemond's hands slid from her buttocks to her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, seeking some anchor as the sensations intensified.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you feel that?" he murmured, his voice husky and edged with restraint. "Do you feel how you take me in?"

"Yes, my prince," she gasped, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain composure. "I feel it."

Aemond's pace quickened slightly, his control slipping as his own desire took precedence. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic, primal music that spoke of need and release. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and pushing to meet his thrusts, seeking the pleasure that now consumed her.

With a sudden, possessive grip, Aemond's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His lips found her skin, teeth grazing lightly before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding with an involuntary clench around his cock.

He groaned against her neck, the sound vibrating through her. "Take me, all of me," he whispered, his voice filled with approval and satisfaction. 

She surrendered to the sensations, her body melting into his as pleasure overwhelmed her. Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word from Aemond drove her closer to the edge. The discomfort was a distant memory now, replaced by a wave of ecstasy that built with each passing second. His movements so erratic, his stones clapped against her womanhood with every harsh push, slapping against her bud in a steady, unyielding rhythm.

The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own climax washing over her in a powerful, all-consuming wave. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, Aemond drove himself to the hilt inside her once more, his body shuddering and then withdrawing quickly as he found his release and coated her buttocks and thighs with his pearly spend.

They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breath, their bodies still joined. Slowly, Aemond released his grip on her hair and hips, his hands soothing over the marks he'd left. He pulled out of her velvety walls gently, leaving her feeling both spent and fulfilled.

She expected him to leave, to gather his clothes and slip away into the night, as most men often do with a flick of their coin into her lap. But instead, Aemond surprised her. He curled into her body, his head resting against her chest. His lips found her breast, mouthing at her skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. His hand moved to her other breast, caressing it with a gentle, almost reverent touch.

She looked down at him, her fingers threading through his silver, moonlit hair. He seemed to take more pleasure in this simple intimacy than she did, as if seeking comfort rather than mere satisfaction. His eyes were closed, his breathing steadying as he continued to nuzzle her chest.

"I hate it," he murmured after a long silence, his voice muffled against her skin.

She blinked, unsure of his meaning. "Hate what, my prince?"

Aemond shifted slightly, his hand stilling on her breast. "Sometimes, I think Madame Sylvi just says anything to appease me. She tells me what she thinks I want to hear, not what she truly believes."

There was a bitterness in his tone that caught her off guard. "Why do you think that?" she asked softly, her thumb stroking the back of his neck.

Aemond's grip on her breast tightened slightly, and she felt a shiver of unease. His lips brushed against her nipple, then his teeth grazed it, sending a jolt through her body. "Because it's easier for her," he said, his voice lower, more dangerous. "Because I'm a prince, and she fears offending me."

She gasped softly at the sensation, the mix of pleasure and pain reminding her of the precarious balance between comfort and control. "But you deserve honesty, my prince," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He bit down a little harder, enough to make her wince. "Do I?" he asked, his tone a warning. "Or do I deserve the truth, no matter how it feels?"

Her heart raced, the threat in his words unmistakable. "The truth, my prince," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure. "Always the truth."

Aemond's teeth released her nipple, his tongue soothing the sting. He looked up at her, his eye fierce and unyielding. The sapphire lodged in the other piercing and dark. 

"Good," he said, his voice a soft growl. "Because I have no patience for lies, no matter how pretty they are."

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Prequel Part I

Yandere Short Story Series:

Too Late For Remorse

Yandere Cheater Duke x Countess Reader x Duke

TW: murder, yandere themes, cheating (mentioned), delusional behavior, yandere is the villain, etc.

“So you’re breaking off the engagement between my son and your daughter?” Duke Blackburn sat in the chair across from Count (last name). The older Duke delicately held the tea cup in his hand.

“I apologize for breaking the agreement, but my daughter cannot be without a man who associates with the Serpico family.” Duke Blackburn nodded his head in agreement.

“I understand, I’m also not a big fan of infidelity.” It was quite well known in the noble faction that Duke Blackburn’s wife had messed around with many knights during their short marriage. Which worked in Count (Last name)’s favor since Duke Blackburn despised the unfaithful.

Duke Blackburn continued the conversation, “You know your daughter was promised to marry a Blackburn. It’d be a shame to not have such a beautiful woman in our family. I have another son who’s a few years younger than her.”

“Eh, I don’t know if Broderick be a good match since he’s not quite mature yet…” Count (Last name) sighed. “I wouldn’t mind my daughter marrying you if I’m honest-“

Duke Blackburn’s cheeks flushed in shock, the Duke nearly dropped his tea cup from the Count’s words. “I beg your finest pardon?”

“My daughter would be in good hands if she was with you. You’re mature and you’ve been single for over a decade.” Count (last name) gestured to the portrait of his daughter behind him. “You said it yourself that my daughter was beautiful.”

“That does not mean I want to marry a woman half my age-“

“Duke Lucius Blackburn and Duchess (your

name), I can picture it.” Count (last name) howled with laughter when the Duke hid his scarred face in his gloved hands. The older Duke felt embarrassed by the Count’s teasing.

Lucius and (your name)? It is a normal occurrence of marrying a younger woman in this day and age, but she was his own son’s ex-fiancée! Then again, it would be a similar situation if she became engaged to Broderick…

“Alright. I will marry your daughter-“ Duke Blackburn put his hand on Count (last name)’s shoulder before the smaller man could cheer. “But consult with her first. I’m an old man and I’m still the commander of the Royal’ Family’s army. I’d hardly have time for her.”

“Of course I will. I’m sure she will be delighted!”

Duke Blackburn and Count (last name) continued to have small talk but Lucius couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness that crept up his veins. Would she really be alright with a man like him?

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“So Duke Blackburn said he’d marry you if you’d like to be with him.” (Your name) quirked a brow at her father. The young woman slowly sipped the tea her father had prepared for this meeting. She was a bit surprised her father wanted to find her a partner this quickly, but she was also in her prime. If (your name) didn’t marry soon, she never would.

“But I just ended my engagement to him-“

“Wrong Blackburn, my dear. I’m talking about Lucius Blackburn-“ (your name) spat out the tea and choked a bit. Lucius?! As in Trishan’s father?! “Are you alright?”

“Father, you can’t possibly- why?” (Your name) struggled to formulate words as a million questions ran through her brain. Engagement to Trishan’s father?! His father?!

“Well, he’s a much better man than his spawn. Don’t you think, my dear?” Count (last name) puffed his chest out in pride. “Plus he’s still quite fit despite his age-“

“Father!” (Your name) stood up, her being frazzled with bewilderment. “It hasn’t even been a week since my engagement was annulled and… that man is old enough to be my father!”

“But he would treat you well!”

(Your name) shook her head and was about to excuse herself from the table. How was she supposed to get her revenge if she now had to marry Trishan’s father?

(Your name) held her head while the gears began to turn in her head. Wait. This could work… she could use Lucius to her advantage.

“You’re right, father. How could I not see that before?” (Your name) bent down and pressed a kiss to her father’s cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”

The count was in shock before his whole face lit up. He was so happy to bring his daughter joy! She deserved to be happy!

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Trishan threw a chair across his room in anger. His engagement had been annulled and his beloved was to marry his father?! No… this wasn’t how his second chance was supposed to work out! They were supposed to be happy together!

“Trishan?” Trishan’s blood went cold when he heard a familiar, feminine voice from outside his door. What was that snake doing here? “You haven’t replied to any of my letters and I’m really worried about you…”

Lies. That woman only wanted to become a Duchess and she had murdered (your name) in the past… was this her fault?

Trishan felt murderous intent drip throughout his veins as he stood up. Yes… this was Gia’s fault. If she didn’t exist… then (your name) would come back to him.

Trishan’s lips curved up in a demented smile. If he got rid of Gia then everything would fall back into place. Just like it was meant to.

“Wait for me darling… I’ll make everything right this time.”

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Circus

I've been wanting to draw some of my dolls for the longest time and this turned out to be my most detailed artwork so far :') And since I really love the circus, I thought I could turn this into an interactive story, too. Let me know what you think! Based on classic stock characters from Italian theatre, Commedia dell'arte. Content: gender neutral reader, horror, dark comedy, human and monster romance

You're finally here! Come on in, don't be afraid. Where is everyone else, you ask? Why, you're our only special guest, Darling (Y/N). This is all for you. Come, do not upset the Ringmaster. We will show you everything.

A night carnival? You've never heard of such a thing. Nonetheless, curiosity got the better of you when you found the trampled poster on your way back home. The actual message almost escaped your attention; you'd been too focused on the thick, ornate border, and the colorful, swirling patterns intricately filling the page.

"Last night in town! 'Wizard of Ozz' Night Circus, a mesmerizing show that will keep you glued to your seat. We're still searching for our Columbina. Perhaps you could become part of our story?"

Might as well check it out. Which is why you're currently here, in the outskirts, trying to find a walkable path among the weeds. It's dark and you can barely see anything in front of you. They're not trying very hard to provide an inviting atmosphere, you think to yourself.

Eventually, you discern a glimmer of light in the distance. You have found the circus tents.

The campsite is quiet and still, causing you to hesitate in your decision. Is it truly open?

There's a faint murmur coming from the main entrance. A small, melancholic Pierrot - when did he show up? - awaits by the heavy curtain, pale hands stretched out.

"Your ticket, Columbina", he announces with decorum. "Me and Arlecchino will show you any tent you want to visit. We are here to entertain you."

He ponders for a moment, before adding:

"I'm sure you'll like him more. He's a very alluring fellow. Me, on the other hand...Oh, forget it", he mumbles through pouting lips, ushering you inside.

"Aha! There's the star of our night! Our Columbina!"

A tall man in a pompous, glittery costume bounces towards you and lowers himself with a theatrical bow, giving your fingers a quick kiss. You pull your hand away, visibly bothered by the odd gesture.

"You keep calling me that. I'm (Y/N)", you argue.

"Yes, yes, of course we know that. Do ya take us for fools?" the Harlequin asks, kicking one foot in the air. The jingle of the bells at the tip of his shoe echoes across the hall. "You have, however - you must understand, yes? - you've entered Ringmaster's Circus. From now on, you are the Columbina to our play."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

"Just like that? Why me, and not someone else?" you scan the surroundings, pursing your lips. "Where are the others?"

"Others?"

Harlequin makes an exaggeratedly shocked face and tilts his head towards Pierrot.

"What are they saying? You're the only one here, Columbina darling. After tonight, we-"

Pierrot's hand lands firmly on his friend's lips.

"You always talk too much. Always, always! And yet, you're the favorite. Of course you are. Oh, what pity, what misfortune", the pale young man laments. "We're wasting precious time."

They both burst into a little dance; a rather silly one, you think with an amused smile. Then, they place themselves besides the entrance, each one standing at one end, back straight and chins raised.

"Go on, go ahead, Columbina darling. This is your carnival. Choose any tent you'd like."

Pulcinella's Tent

The stage is pitch black, save for one spotlight contouring a patch of ground. You can see a large, colorful ball, and two feet clumsily rolling their way atop of it.

You chuckle at the sight. This must be the clown.

"No one can compete with Pulcinella's juggling", Pierrot declares somewhat monotonously. "His acrobatic spectacle has left many guests speechless, acting with such dexterity that one must wonder: is this truly the work of two hands?"

Lights flicker, allowing you to catch glimpses of smaller balls being thrown around. Juggling so many balls while bouncing around is indeed impressive.

"Rest assured, this is the art of one single man. Although four eyes are better than two."

The shadows are abruptly swallowed by spotlights, and you squint your eyes, adjusting to the brightness. A two-headed man continues his performance, throwing you the occasional cheeky smile.

"Ah, that is..." you place a hand over your mouth.

"A bother, truly", the Pierrot remarks, sitting next to you. "They're complete opposites."

He observes as both Pulcinella's heads tilt in your direction, visibly entranced. He sighs deeply:

"You'll love them either way. They're funny and entertaining, unlike me...A pathetic miser. Oh, if only I had half their charm!" he bemoans with a soft sob.

"Hey! Don't sadden my beloved like that", Pulcinella barks, jumping off the ball and running towards your seating with a comically merry jingle to accompany him.

You cannot help but marvel at the man in front of you.

"Enough of this, I've had enough! You don't get to decide yet, Pulcinella", Pierrot exclaims in sudden panic. He claws your wrist tightly and pulls you after him. "It's time to see other tents."

Sandrone's Tent

You peek behind the heavy curtain and freeze. Are your eyes deceiving you? Someone is idly resting at the bottom of a large aquarium, showing no struggle despite being underwater. The mysterious man senses your presence and emerges to the surface.

"Would you look at that! I can't remember the last time I had a visitor."

He gestures for you to come closer.

"Are you the new guest? Our Columbina?"

"I don't know what you're talking about", you speak up with hesitation, eyes glued to the scaly tail that seems eerily genuine. "I think I'll be leaving now."

"Leaving? Didn't the Ringmaster already tell you?" The merman claps his hands, amused. "You're naïve, I like that a lot. Perhaps this time I'll be the one to have you."

He abruptly grabs your wrist, and you jolt at the feeling. His hands are ice-cold and moist.

"Let me have a look at you, won't you? I'll help you hide from the others if you're good and listen to me."

You feel a pair of hands sinking into your shoulders, and you're ripped away from the merman. Harlequin's voice rumbles deeply across the room.

"You're being a fox again, aren't you, Sandrone? Hands off our guest! You don't get to pick yet", he scolds in a low growl. "Ringmaster won't be happy about it."

"Go on then, tell on me! Ringmaster's good boy, eh?" the dark-skinned man smirks mockingly and slams his tail against the glass. "Put a collar on that one, Columbina. See how well he barks", he snarls, then slides back underwater and promptly vanishes.

Harlequin's grip on your shoulders becomes tighter for a brief moment. You can tell he's tense.

"Let's get you out of here. Don't listen to a word he says, Columbina darling. He lies, you see? No one trusts him. You should rely on me."

Pantalone's Tent

You gawk at the impressive height of this tent, head nearly spinning from tilting yourself all the way back. Ah, this must be the trapeze artist. Indeed, one of the two handles is dangling above you, and it occurs to you there's no safety net. A tall, lean man swiftly pounces across, reaching for the trapeze. His movements are slow, yet calculated, and you can't help but wonder if he might actually be flying instead.

Upon closer inspection, it appears he has no arms.

"Madness", you find yourself shouting. "Stop this nonsense!"

He gracefully wraps his legs around the bar, swinging back and forth with a confident smile.

"You doubt me, Pantalone himself?"

With another thrust, he lets himself go, spiraling down against your terrified protests. His heeled shoes clack against the hard tile. Lastly, he stretches out his bandaged stumps, as if signaling his successful landing.

You find yourself bowing to the grand gesture.

"Yes, yes, it's rather impressive, isn't it?" Pierrot follows behind you in his usual dull tone. "Pantalone is our master acrobat."

He lifts his gaze and notices that the man didn't bother waiting for a full introduction; he's already standing before you with a flirty grin.

"...and a charmer, I suppose. What, you're already doing your tricks?"

The sallow clown squeezes himself behind you two protectively.

"Shoo, shoo! Columbina is merely visiting."

He lightly pushes you away, towards the exit. You throw one final glance at the mysterious individual; he waves with his residual limb, and winks.

"You know where to find me, love."

Il Capitano's Tent

You feel a radiant heat coming from this tent. In the middle of the ring stands a grand cage. An animal of sorts? You keep your distance, observing from the benches.

A monstrous giant stumbles within your view with heavy steps. A thick, scaly tail rattles the bars of the cage, swinging itself with the precision of a bullwhip.

"Il Capitano himself!" the Harelquin announces theatrically, bending his arms in the direction of the blue beast. "The strongman, the fire-spitting artist, a most devilish creature captured and chained by our Ringmaster."

"Is this one mine?" the monstrous man pins you down with a predatory gaze.

"Perhaps", Harlequin spits out bitterly. "They decide, not you."

You squirm in your seat, suddenly much smaller under his intense stare. The charismatic guide's smile falters for a brief second, replaced by an envious grimace.

Il Capitano inhales deeply, expanding his torso and contracting his muscles. His fanged mouth then unhinges, releasing a great flame which spreads all the way to you. You're almost tempted to reach towards it, feeling the sting with your very fingers.

"Amazing", you mumble, still mesmerized by the spectacle.

This was no cheap trickery. Capitano is truly a one-of-a-kind artist. No human could replicate such a feat.

The beastly creature holds onto the bars of his cage, shoving his snout outside and grinning. Puffs of smoke escape between his teeth.

"Come down here and I can do even more, little one."

Harlequin gasps and gestures for you to stand up.

"Outrageous! How dare you-!"

He urges you to follow him outside. Enough monstrous sights for now.

"Shall we head towards the other tents, darling?"

Harlequin walks ahead, deep in contemplation. Pierrot scurries after him, whispering the remaining choices. Your shoulders are heavy, and you're quite tired from the eventful night.

You notice a little opening between the lavish curtain folds and decide to sneak away. They needn't know about your departure. You stumble around dark halls, following the cool breeze of the outside, until you're met with the starry sky.

Your path is blocked by two large poles, so you step to the right. Your body freezes in terror when they move with you. Slowly, you raise your head and follow the black shapes, and realize they're legs.

Far, far above ground, towering over the entire circus, you see two glowing eyes.

It's the Ringmaster.

"Bad, bad Columbina", he reproaches.

The voice is off, like an old, broken record reverberating against your eardrums. A cold shiver runs across your spine.

"I'm sorry", you blurt out in fear.

A long, bony hand appears before you, twitching with a loud pop. You wrap your hands around a finger, desperate to not anger this unholy creation.

"Let's take you to your caravan. We're leaving tomorrow."

Oh, God. What have you done?

Now, now, don't fret. There's nothing to be afraid of. Come, put that frown aside. Everyone loves you here. After all, you're their most precious Columbina. What's a Circus without its treasure?

[eternalbright-star]

nsfw. Yan!Jock x Gn!Nerd!Reader

Cannot stop thinking about how no matter how your role in the society of your university is small, he somehow never takes his eyes off of you, no matter how much people tell you that he's too good for you.

Screw them and their opinions, he wants that nerds ass.

Your body jolted along with the desk as he pounded you from behind, his large and rough hands gripping your waist as he thrusted his cock into you.

As a reward for being so good for him and helping him study and do his homework, he decided that your hard work for helping him with his studies needs some long needed appreciation.

"You're so good for me... my cute little bookworm... so smart and kind..." he whispered near your ear, toying with your nipples from underneath your shirt as he listened to you moan.

Your hands gripping the edges of the desk as you got lost in the pleasure of his cock hitting all the good spots inside of you.

He groaned, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, pulling you up against his check as he thrusted into you in a different angle, his cock hitting your spot just right, making you see stars as you gripped his bicep as he basically held you in a headlock.

With a few more hard thrusts, he's cumming inside of you with a groan, his thrusts never stopping as he fucked his cum into you, a moan escaping your lips as you clenched around him as you orgasmed.

"Good puppy... letting me fuck you and fill you up with my cum..." he let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled out of you, eyes glancing down to watch his cum seep out of your hole.

He gently lets you bend over the desk once more as he tucked himself back into his pants before going to get some tissues to wipe you down.

After that, he took you out to buy you your favorite fast food and some ice cream.

At least by now, you'll have forgotten about that boy who tried to hook up with you...

Since he's dead anyways🤭

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

...

Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Femboy Tenant x Landlord Reader

He’s just so used to being catered to 

Men and women falling at his feet everywhere he goes

Lending their money and bodies to every little whim of his 

He’s beautiful and social and the most desirable guy around

“Oh Soru-sama! I have a gift for you!”

“Soru-sama here have my money this month! I do have to pay rent but I feel the most fulfilled if you were to have this!”

“Soru-sama I wish I was as cool as you!” 

With a flip of his hair crowds absolutely swoon 

“Thank you so much, everyone…now please leave your gifts in an orderly pile.”

But at the end of the day, Soru does return to a home

A gated house that he’s currently renting 

And it's the house you own

“Tenant Soru I’ve come to get your rent!”

“Oh (Y/n) you’ve conveniently arrived right when I had my noon bath~ Are you thinking of joining me?”

“Soru the rent.”

“Ah! Can I maybe persuade you with a bottle of champagne?”

“No, it’s probably drugged. What I want is the rent.”

“Uh oh~ I think I left the water running! If you’ll excuse me!”

“Hey!” 

At first, he hated you 

Because you weren’t kissing the ground he walked on like past landlords

Whether you are just not interested or eager to maintain a tenant-landlord relationship

You just won’t be swayed

And in the end, he’s just not used to the typical treatment

Where you’ll threaten to evict him if he doesn’t pay up

Or how you scream and threaten to call the police when he offers something alternative

And how when he goes to talk to you, you don’t immediately try to ask him out

He comes to find he just really really really likes you

It takes him a while to realize though

“They’re right…I really should stop dropping by their place unannounced…but I just really want to see them and when I don’t I feel–wait…oh no…am I in love!?” 

But when he does realize he refuses to stop himself

Whether you are already dating or not interested 

He won’t be deterred 

All his life he’s been given everything 

So if he wants you he should be able to have you right

To entrance you all by himself 

Once he’s decided on you he never stops 

Using every tool in his arsenal to get an ounce of your attention 

“(Y/n)! So glad you could stop by~! Care for a cookie?”

“You said your pipe was broken…”

“It is! And I desperately need you!”

All he needs is one shot 

One slip-up from you is all he needs

All he wants

When you finally accept that drink or those cookies or even decide to rest your eyes in the ‘seemingly’ empty house

It’s over

At the snap of his fingers and a lie, Soru has an entire dedicated fanbase ready to help with crafting your disappearance 

When you do wake again, you’re so dizzy you settle on the thighs under your head

“Aww does my little landlord have a hard time keeping their head up? Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way!”

[suiana]

✎ yandere! mean boy . . .

✎ yandere! mean boy who's one of the most popular guys in the entire university. he's hot, smart, rich... he was perfect! ...but of course, he had a bad side to him as well. a side that you knew too well but others didn't. have i mentioned that he's only mean to you?

✎ yandere! mean boy who makes your university life as hard as he can. from minor inconveniences like bumping into you, to trying to ruin your reputation by gossiping about you to his friends. you're starting to wonder if he likes you? i mean, why else would he do this? you're not even in the same major! spoiler alert, he does like you. wow, who knew 🤯 ps, his friends are annoyed whenever he brings you up because once he starts talking about you he can't stop 💀

✎ yandere! mean boy who is very obviously in love with you. yeah, sure he might try to ruin your life but... he also spoils you! i mean, don't you see those gifts he left in your room? the new outfits in your closet? or the way your grades suddenly rose? that's all him! so... you should fall for him too now, right? boy is delusional 🔥🔥

✎ yandere! mean boy who's completely obsessed with you. unfortunately, poor fella doesn't know how to process his feelings and only shows disdain to you openly. if only you knew of the way his heart quickens every time you glance at him, or the way he jerks off to you to the numerous pictures he secretly took which are plastered on the walls of his mansion... he's such an idiot! when all he wants to do is worship you, he insults you instead :( not to worry... he'll be openly worshipping you soon enough. soon...

"watch your step."

he hisses as he glares at you. you only roll your eyes, continuing on your way to your lecture hall as you text your friend. seriously, this day was already bad and he just had to be here to worsen it? what luck you had.

you quicken your pace, trying to get to your location faster which only resulted in the university's mean boy (correction, he's only mean to you, so he's a secret mean boy) scowling and stomping right over to you.

"i said, watch your step!"

he yells out, grabbing your shoulder roughly as he turns around to face you. his hands shake slightly, still gripping onto your shoulder as his cheeks brun red. was it from anger or embarrassment? you'd never know. all he ever shows you is his disdain after all.

you stare at him with an irritated expression, eyeing him up and down before apologizing half-heartedly.

"sorry."

you then try shrugging his hand off you, clearly more annoyed than worried as the male continues to stare at you with an unreadable expression. cheeks flushed as he roughly takes his hand away before stomping off like an angry child. you merely shake your head at his actions. what a drama king he was.

jeez, he really is weird. always targeting you, and you only... what did you even do to get on his nerves? all you wanted was a peaceful university life! with good grades and a nice set of friends, and maybe even a lover if you were lucky! but no, he just had to have it out for you every. single. day.

and yet, he always seems to have a red flush on his cheeks whenever he does so. and the multiple times you've passed his friend group he always seems to be talking about you. is he bipolar? does he secretly like you? is he a tsundere?

you grumble slightly as you quickly rush off to your lecture. damn, he made you late. what an annoying guy.

meanwhile, your secret mean boy was struggling to contain his screams as he hid behind a wall after stomping off. with laboured breaths, flushed cheeks and hearts for pupils, he giggled like a patient from the mental hospital.

ah..! you touched him! touched him! if he imagines hard enough, he can pretend you're gently carressing him! that you're looking at him just like he looks at you!

he shakily stares at the hand you swatted away, smile errily wide as soft giggles escape him. ah, you're so cute when you look at him like that... when you look at him in irritation... would you look like that when he exposes the fact that he loves you? or when you're married and he accidentally burns his food? would you push him away and quickly cook up another meal?

he giggles like a high school girl in love, breathing growing increasingly erratic as he places both his hands over his chest.

ah...

he wants to touch you again.

he wants to see more of your expressions.

he wants you.

and he will have you.

whether you like it or not.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Could you write to a yandere neighbor who is a huge pervert?

Perv Yandere neighbor imagines~!

Imagine You being new to the neighborhood moving in you never seen much or your neighbor you knew his name and he was a few years older than you. Walking over one day holding a box of cookies you made as a get to know you gesture, “hello I’m your new neighbor nice to meet you sir!”

Imagine his door swung open and off the bat he was lanky and pale he looked as though he’s never felt the touch of a woman making you blink still trying to play polite bite it’s hard when his face is looking right at your pecs paying your face and the cookies no mind.

Imagine your bathroom window being right across from his bedroom, him watching you learning your schedule like a feral man touching and jerking off when he sees you in your shower, your hands washing your hair showing your pecs all wet from the water making him drool in delight snapping a few photos for “later”

Imagine a cook out hosted in the neighborhood and he would normally skip and stay home but as soon as he caught wind of you going he made sure to go as well, standing awkwardly thing to not get caught staring at you in your swim trunks.

Imagine Every one at the cook out thinking he keeps looking at the ground in embarrassment when he’s actually looking down at your ass enjoying how your back arches imagining giving you backshots right then and there bending you over the cooler and fucking you senseless.

Imagine your neighbor being so obsessed with seeing you and talking to you he starts doing more yard work deliberately when you are sunbathing in your patio chair, oh you’re laying out shirtless in your back yard well that’s the perfect time for him to start planting!

Imagine your neighbor being so desperate to make sure you’re his that anytime you bring men over or have hook ups they never make it back their car nor do they contact you again, your neighbor being very experienced with technology due to his lack of outside time making it easy for him to stalk every social account you have even if it’s five years old even if it’s private even if he has to hunt it down he will do it just to see any pictures of you he can.

Imagine your neighbor showing up at your doorsteps during the middle of the day, he claims he needs to use your bathroom the plumbing in his house is “messed up” he stumbles along to your bedroom claiming he thought it was the way to your bathroom! He stole pairs of your boxers from your clothes basket and set up a few cameras all over your bedroom making sure to get all angles.

[x0xomady]

cowboy like me

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summary: cowboy!h x cowgirl!reader. harry just loves taking care of his pretty wife.

a/n: sooo i got kinda domestic when i wrote this. if housewife/simple life stuff isn’t your thing then please just ignore this story. remember no ones making you read it!

warnings: 18+, this is just disgusting smut, pet names, housewife kink, p in v, oral female receiving, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, objectification, kinda degrading behavior.

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the aroma of different meats and vegetables i’m stirring around fills the large kitchen as i stand at the stove mixing. the short white sundress i have on slowly sways and brushes my legs as i move around the kitchen happily.

my gaze travels out the windows that surround the kitchen, showing off the wonderful view of the pasture fields outside. there are cattle, horses, and little chickens running around the field grazing or just wandering.

the house itself is built on a small hill overlooking the field. it is big, but not oversized, made from beautiful dark oak in the outside, with stone brick outlining the outside. the windows are large and plenty, and a wrap around porch surrounds the whole house.

harry and i had designed the house together when we first got married. both of us grew up in texas, we just wanted a little piece that we made together.

the pasture field that surrounds the house is massive in size. it stretches out all around as far as the eye can see, full of rolling hills and trees. the sky is a beautiful bright blue, and the air smells of grass and soil in the hot texas air.

at first when harry asked me to marry him and move out to the country side, i was reluctant to say the least.

being born and raised in a huge city, i never wanted to live anywhere but a big urban environment. but now living here? i can’t imagine being anywhere else.

maybe it’s that i like the nature, or maybe it’s because i like seeing harry in nature. even now, after being married to harry for 2 years, i still love watching him working in the field with the horses.

as i’m standing at the stove, i hear familiar footsteps make their way up the porch and into the house.

harry walks into the kitchen behind me. he looks overworked and exhausted. he stares quietly at me as i cook, his deep green eyes following my every move.

“hey h. how was your day?" i ask, glancing over my shoulder at him.

harry leans back against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his strong broad chest, watching me.

“long. hot. tiring.” he mutters, his voice deep and gruff. harry is the type of guy that gets overstimulated and frustrated. he gets tired of the heat and just shuts down externally, not telling me what’s going on.

he stands at the counter with his eyes focused on the ground, his shoulders leaning onto the cabinets behind him. he looks up at me through his curly brown hair, green eyes unfocused.

“it’s just… really hot out there.” he mutters, sighing with frustration. i can see the tension in harry's stance. the heat seems to get to him more then he lets on.

“come over here.” i say gently, stirring the skillet on the stove, keeping my eyes on him.

harry pushes himself off the counter and steps forward until he is standing behind me. he places his strong hands on my hips, his chest pressing into my back.

“damn heat.” harry mutters, his deep grumble making his chest rumble. he leans down and presses his face into my hair, his arms circling around my waist and pulling me back into him.

i can’t help but smirk at his grumpy attitude. no matter how big and intimidating harry tried to act, he always turned into a puddle of whines when it got hot.

harry presses his face into my shoulder, burrowing himself into me and grumbling softly. despite his tired and cranky mood, i can’t help but giggle at him being pouty.

“you’re such a baby when you get hot.” i tease him gently, stirring the skillet.

harry groans in response, his grip on me tightening.

“you try working the fields all day in the heat and see how you feel, baby.” he mutters, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “i got your pretty ass sitting inside with the a/c on all day long.”

i laugh lightly at his remark. i continue cooking as harry clings to me from behind, his arms around my waist like he’s holding onto a lifeline.

“you should just stay inside with me then.” i offer jokingly, glancing over my shoulder at him.

harry pulls away and reaches his hand up shutting off the stove. he turns around so he’s standing in front of me with his back against the counter.

“but i gotta make money so you’re sexy little face can sit here in tiny dresses.” he hums, his hands roaming under the skirt of my sundress and up my thighs.

i smile softly as his big hands run up my thighs, his fingers tracing up to my hips. my face heats up as his hands slide up to my waist and pull me close to him.

“you always use that excuse.” i giggle watching as harry looks down at me.

harry smirks and leans down, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him, his chest pressing into mine. his face is close to mine, our noses almost touching.

“it’s a valid excuse baby. how else can this pretty little dress get paid for?” he teases, his voice low and deep.

i can feel the warmth of harry’s body against mine, his skin hot from working in the sun all day. i look up at his face, those green eyes staring into me.

“i know you like me just sitting around in these little dresses all day, dont you?” i tease back.

harry’s hands slide down to my thighs, lifting me up so i’m sitting on the edge of the counter, my legs straddling his waist.

“damn right i do.” he whispers, his hands roaming up under my dress again.

harry's hands move up my thighs, his fingers tracing the edge of my underwear. i can feel the heat building between us as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. i wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss.

his hands move up my back, pulling me even closer as he presses his body against mine. i can feel the heat of his skin through his thin shirt, and i can't help but let out a soft moan as he continues to kiss me. harry pulls away slightly, his eyes meeting mine as he smirks.

"such a pretty girl for me, aren't you baby?" harry looks down at me and brushes his nose against mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. his eyes lock onto mine, the green sparkling with amusement and desire as he takes in every feature of my face.

i feel my heart skip a beat as he gently nips at my bottom lip, his teeth grazing against my skin and sending a rush of excitement through my body

As Harry's gaze lingers on mine, his hands begin to wander, slipping from my skirt to my chest, his thumbs gently brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. My breath quickens a little as he teases me.

as harry's thumbs continue to tease my nipples, i can feel my body responding to his touch, my breasts growing heavier and more sensitive. he leans in closer, his warm breath whispering against my ear, "i want to fill you, baby, make these pretty little things swell up.” he mumbles as he squeezes my chest.

i whine slightly and press myself further into harry's touch. he grins, his green eyes darkening with desire as he takes in my reaction. his hands move down my body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down.

as harry removes my underwear, i can feel the cool air against my skin, making me shiver. he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "i want to taste you, baby.” he falls to his knees on the kitchen floor, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads my legs open.

i gasp as his hot breath hits my sensitive skin, my body gleaming with anticipation. he leans in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste me, and I can't help but let out a soft moan.

harry's tongue continues to run along core, his hands gripping my thighs as he holds me in place. i reach down, my fingers tangling in his hair as i hold him in place, my hips rocking against his mouth.

harry's scruffy beard brushes against my inner thighs, the sensation sending a jolt of sensitivity through my body. i let out a soft gasp as his tongue continues to explore me, his hands gripping my thighs tighter as he holds me in place. harry hums against me and nudges his nose against my clit.

“how could i have something this pretty working?” harry hums against my core, his tongue pushing it’s way against my folds. “you were just made to sit here and let me taste you after a day at work, weren’t you darling?”

my hands tighten in his curls at his words, desperately trying to get him closer. “yeah just for you.”

harry smirks and pushes my thighs open wider. his rough hands hold them tightly against the counter as he licks along my center. “that’s right baby, just sit there and take what i give you.”

harry’s lips make their way from my folds to my sensitive bundle of nerves. he looks up at me with his bright green eyes as he sucks my clit into his mouth. i gasp and press my thighs against his head, my fingers tangling in his curls as i hold him close.

i moan, my voice barely above a whisper. “oh god, harry.”

he hums against me, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body.

harry's eyes never leave mine as he continues to work his magic. "come for me, baby," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. i can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with the overwhelming feeling of his mouth.

his tongue moves in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked on mine as he continues to bring me closer to the edge. i can feel my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps as i desperately try to hold back. but harry's not having it.

he doubles down, his tongue moving faster, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me in place. with one final flick of his tongue, i'm done for. i cry out, my body shaking as i come undone. harry's lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he watches me come apart.

"good girl," harry murmurs, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. he kisses my folds one last time before scooping me up and carrying me upstairs to our bedroom.

i hold onto him, my body still recovering from the aftershocks of my orgasm. harry lays me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he climbs on top of me. he leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, hard kiss.

harry's hands roam my body, his fingers find my nipples. he smirks against my lips as he pushes his thumbs on the buds. “fuck baby… i can’t wait to get you pregnant.”

he trails his lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he makes his way to my breasts. he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting down gently as i arch my back, my fingers tangling in his hair. he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as i whine beneath him. he moves his lips back up to mine, his tongue darting out to taste me.

harry pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at me. he reaches down, unzipping his jeans and pulling himself out. he's hard and ready, his length straining against my thigh as he positions himself at my entrance.

"you ready for me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. i nod, my body aching for him as he taps the head of his cock against my clit teasingly.

“mm… no. i need to hear you darling.” he smirks as i whine and writhe underneath him. his thick length runs along my folds slowly. harry hums, pressing his length against my entrance. "say it, baby. tell me what you want."

i bite the inside of my cheek to hold my cries. "i want you, h. i want you inside me."

"that's right. such a good girl for me." he kisses my forehead before pushing his hips up, his thick length slowly sliding into me. i gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, as he fills me to the brim.

harry's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity as he begins to move. no matter how long we’ve been married for, it’s always a tight stretch when he starts.

his hands cradle my face, his thumbs tracing the curves of my cheeks as he whispers sweet nothings against my lips. "you feel so good, baby. so tight and warm."

harry's hips rock gently, his length inching in and out of me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. i moan, my body trembling beneath him as he whispers sweet nothings against my lips. his thumbs continue to trace the curves of my cheeks, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me close, eyes never leaving mine.

his gaze is intense, burning with desire as he watches me, his pupils dilating with every moan that escapes my lips. i feel his chest press against mine, his heart pounding in time with my own as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"how'd i get so lucky, hm?" he kisses my neck softly as his hips thrust into me deeply, kissing my spot with his tip. "got such a pretty little wife. gonna make such a good mama." his voice husky with desire as he continues to move inside me.

i whimper, my body clinging onto his as he hits that spot again, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me close. his thrusts become more insistent, his length swelling inside me as he builds towards his own release.

harry's hands slide down my back, his fingers digging into my skin as he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. i gasp, my body jolting with the sudden movement, as he pulls my hips up and back, positioning me on my knees.

his rough hands grip my hips tightly as he slams back into me, his cock filling me completely. i cry out, as he continues to pound into me, his thrusts becoming more and more insistent.

harry's fingers dig deeper into my skin as he pounds into me, his cock slamming against my most sensetitve spot with every thrust. his hands slide up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back

"you're gonna look so pretty when you're all full of me, darling," he moans out and grabs my hips tightly with his rough hands, holding me in place as he slams into me.

harry's hand slides from my hip to my clit, his fingers rubbing against it in slow, deliberate circles. i moan, my body trembling beneath him as he continues to thrust into me, his thick cock filling me completely. his fingers move faster, his touch becoming more insistent as he rubs my clit, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips.

i feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with every touch, every thrust. harry's breath is hot against my ear, his voice husky with desire as he whispers sweet nothings against my skin. "that's it, mama. come for me."

as harry's fingers continue to work on my bundle of nerves, i feel my body tensing up, my muscles tightening as i teeter on the edge of release. his thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into me with a force that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

“cmon pretty girl," harry groans against my skin, his voice low and husky. "let me feel you come apart on my cock."

with a final thrust, harry sends me over the edge, my body convulsing as i cry out his name.

harry's thrusts slow down as he reaches his climax, his body tensing up as he buries himself deep inside me. i feel his cock twitch and pulse as he releases inside of me, his hot come filling me up.

"that's a good girl. take it all in your pretty little cunt, darling," he groans as he fills me up. his eyes are transfixed on my center as the extra come drips out of me around his length. he holds himself deep inside me, his cock still twitching with the last remnants of his release, as he gazes at the sight of his cream spilling out of me.

he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes never leaving the sight of his come dripping down my thighs.

"so fucking pretty. gonna make the prettiest mama in the whole world," he smirks and scoops the come that dripped from my center before pushing it back in, his fingers sliding in easily after being stretched out. i whimper, my body still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm.

harry gently flips me onto my back, his eyes never leaving mine as he moves me. he positions a pillow underneath my hips, lifting me slightly off the bed.

"gotta make sure it sticks, darling," harry says with a smirk, his hand still buried between my legs. he slaps my thigh teasingly, his fingers still moving inside me, making me whimper. he leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin for a moment before he pulls away.

he lays back down on the bed, his hand still between my legs, his fingers still moving inside me. he watches me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes never leaving mine as he continues to move his fingers inside me.

“n-no h i’m too sensitive.” i shake my head and try to push his hand away from my core.

harry hums and shakes his head with a smile on his face. “shh… just let me take care of you mama. gotta make sure that pretty little womb of yours opens up.” he continues to move his fingers inside me, his touch gentle yet insistent.

i can feel myself getting wetter, my body responding to his touch despite my protests. he leans down and captures my lips in a slow, sweet kiss. i can feel my body getting closer and closer to the edge, my muscles tensing up as i teeter on the brink of another orgasm.

"that's it darling. come one more time for me and then we'll go eat, yeah?" he kisses my forehead and gently moves his fingers inside of me. his touch is soft and deliberate, coaxing my body to respond once more.

i feel my body betraying me, responding to his gentle touch despite my initial protests. my hips involuntarily rise, seeking more of his practiced touch, and a soft whimper escapes my lips as his fingers dance across my swollen clit.

his breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, "that's it, darling. let go for me." i feel my body tense up, my stomach tightening as my orgasm crashes over me.

harry's fingers continue to move inside me, drawing out my pleasure until i can't take it anymore. i sigh in satisfaction and relax onto the bed. harry gently pulls his fingers out of me, a confident smirk on his face as he watches me come down from my high.

“well shit” i giggle softy as harry presses a kiss to my cheek. “if we didn’t get it that time i don’t know what will.”

harry chuckles softly, his breath warm against my cheek as he presses a gentle kiss to my skin. "i think we did, darling," he murmurs. “let’s go eat baby.”

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mwah hope you liked cowboyrry! requests are open :)

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[hobicakess]

Wonderful World — JJK One-Shot Series

SUMMARY: The world had gone to shit just like many had theorized. The living was not only fighting the dead, but they were also fighting against themselves and each other. Jeon Jungkook has been in the field by himself for months, living off of scraps, his own rules of survival, and barely enough water. Along the way, he finds a ditzy girl spoiled girl ironically Princess and her crusty white dog. He understood they'd be a handful, but he was Jeon Jungkook, and he could handle anything.

RATING: 18+ (im not the momma you are in control of what you consume.)

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Bimbo!reader

CONTENT WARNING: apocalypse!au, gore, blood, ditzy!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual established relationship, jungkook is sighing every three seconds, eventual smut, crusty white dog (yes that's a warning), minor character death, named reader, corrupt dystopian society, meanie jungkook, princess is just a girl, more to be added AUTHORS NOTE: i am back in my zombie apocolyse era!!!! this is heavily inspired by zombie land because i love it sososo much. the post for this story will be in shorts pushing 1k- 3k? words and my ask box is always open to request and thoughts for this series. If you are new to my blog welcome hottie! be sure to check out my other works, you"ll love it over here xxx

Jungkook had strict rules.

Four sips of water a day, only eat when his stomach is cramped to the point of when he couldn't walk, never sleep over an hour, don't let anyone in. He didn't need extra weight slowing him down from his destination. Was he being hard on himself? Maybe. Since losing his group in an unexpected ambush all those months ago he couldn't bring himself to be softer on his habits even if he had more than enough resources to keep him alive and breathing for the year. He was guilty, and angry. Angry at himself and angry at the world for what it had come too. Despite his personal angst Jungkook refused to die holding onto the hope he would finally reunite with his six soulmates.

Another unspoken rule of his was to never walk upon the main roads. Stay away from those maniacs dressed in military clothes and those who drove military trucks. So he stuck to the shadows, camouflage into the trees with stealthy movements. Quick and quiet, never stay in one place longer than two days. He's been in here for at least a day spending that time securing the area and everything around it before he could properly set up his base in the abandoned thrift store he found. Hopefully he could get as much rest as a person could during the end of the world. As he tracked back to his base swiftly moving through the tree-line with the new finds he managed to scavenge. He stopped when he heard a squeal that didn't sound like the parasites that took over the world. Peeking through the green he saw a woman. A frown taking over his handsome features as his eyes rake her clothing.

A tiny pink cropped tank top, tight denim shorts that had jeweled pockets, ripped black fishnets and wedged heels that threw him off more than the unethical outfit. On her back was a clear backpack and inside was a tiny sleeping dog who was unaware of the life or death circumstances their owner happened to be in. Surrounding her were geeks groaning and growling, taking swipes at her. Their only objective is to eat,eat, eat.

Jungkook didn’t deal with other people, for obvious reasons but he was still the selfless Jeon Jungkook who couldn’t turn his back on anyone, especially a woman clearly in need of his help. So he quickly jumped from the trees, holding onto his crow bar tightly and as he approached the woman and the group of zombies.

Until she screeched, "You broke my nail" pulling out a knife from her thigh garter taking down all four of the dead. Breathing heavily she blew a curl from her face as she turned, jumping at the sight of Jungkook's large frame looming over her with his crowbar up as if he was ready to attack her. She squeaks gathering herself into a tiny fighting position as she points her knife at him and he notices the handle was decorated with a dark skinned hello kitty print.

“You’re literally so sexy. I’d let you kill me as long as I’m in a chokehold.” Her big brown eyes trailed to his beefy tattooed and tanned arms causing his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Clearing his throat he put his weapon down turning on his thick soled heels back into the ditch disappearing into the greenery. She wasn’t in any danger anymore so he wasn’t needed.

“You know it’s not very nice to leave a lady unattended in the middle of a road especially during an apco-" he was quick to grab her, shoving her down against the tree trunk. He smacked against her mouth, as a group of military men began to drive along the side of the road closest to them. His eyes met her wide ones as she blinked her wispy lashes at him. His gaze trails over the freckles that danced over her button nose, and cheeks, slight blood splatter caked there along with her forehead. She giggles quickly as he removes his hand from her mouth revealing a bright and pearly smile.

"Kinky." his lip curls in annoyance as he turns his back on her again.

“You can’t just leave us! Me and Minnie are great company.” He stopped walking when he heard the name of her dog minnie. Who's been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal. Looking over his shoulder at her, he then shaking his head, he continued on taking longer steps.

“Okay I get it silent and boarding, dark and mysterious, tall, tanned, and handsome.She rambled on scurrying behind him.

“Whew you know what hulk- ACK!” a thud echoed through the trees making him turn seeing her fallen to her knees in mud. She sniffles as she tries to stand on her feet, failing miserably only getting her hands dirty in the process.

"They leave me all alone, take my stuff, then I break a freaking nail because of those nasty freaks, now I'm covered in mud following around an avenger who doesn't even. . ."

She's fully sobbing now, fat tears falling down her chubby cheeks as she gives up moving. "Just strike me downnnn"

Again his selfless heart was aching as he winced. He grumbles as he stomps towards her reaching his own hand out for her to take, after all this he couldn't find it in himself to just leave her not now. She sniffles as she looks up at him, then stares at his hand. With another pretty smile she takes it, letting him pull her upright, allowing her to rub her muddy hands on his black tank top with a defeated sigh.

“Thanks Thor.”

Huffing he began walking again this time slower so she wouldn't lose him. As he gets to the brick wall that seperates the forest from the store. She stares up at it and swallows hard. “How are we gonna get up there?”

Rolling his eyes Jungkook pulls his backpack off of his back, throwing it over the wall. He reaches towards her and she gasp, “You are not throwing my precious Minnie over that wall!” Stepping back from him a pout set on her lips. He shrugs and begins to climb up, leaving her there to watch as he disappears over the wall. Pouting and huffing, she removes her backpack from her back, strapping it in the front just in case she falls on her ass. “I'm way too pretty for this”

Scaling the wall she walked along it ignoring Hulks loud huffs and tapping of his boots. That's when she found a hole there big enough for her to fit through happily making her way through.

Jungkook might just leave her there on the other side of the wall. Hopefully she'll use whatever's there in her brain to find her way over the wall with her crusty white dog who he wished he could sleep like. He jumps at the tap on his shoulder turning to her standing behind him hands behind her back as she gave him a closed lip smile puffing the apples of her cheeks rocking back and forth on her wedges. “Guess what hulky.”

He raises a pierced eyebrow as she points in the direction she came from. “Found a hole in the wall!! You didn't even have to climb over silly.”

The happiness in her face fell as Jungkooks face hardened. Storming over to the said hold, cursing. He could have sworn he sweep the whole perimeter. How could this have gotten under his nose? He turns back to you standing pouty and confused. Since the first time meeting him Jungkook opens his mouth to speak.

“Good job princess” his voice deep and hoarse from not using it for months.

"OMG how'd you know my name" She smiles practically bouncing on her feet from the praise and his attention, twirling on a piece of her hair like a school girl with a crush. Shaking his head he turned back to fix the wall.

Inside of the thrift store, Jungkook listened quietly to her ramble about her love for thrifting and how she would rather thrift than online shop. Then he watched her get teary eyed again over not being able to online shop anymore. “It's just not fair!!! Like I was living the most barbie dream girl life, ya know?”

Accepting the tissue he handed to her staring at the sleeping dog in her lap. “Then bam the Internet shuts off, then boom my freaking neighbor tries to eat me.”

“Like I'm just a girl! I'm not fit for this at all.” Blowing her nose into the tissues finishing her tantrum while Jungkook debated on what to say. “I watched you knife four geeks by yourself, I think you're doing pretty good.”

“ Really?”

“Really?”

She giggles sniffing, as she held out her hand. “I’m Princess Marie sorry for the late introduction ‘s very rude.

Clasping his hand into hers, “Jeon Jungkook. Don't worry about it too much.”

His gaze drifted to her bloody broken nail.

“Let's clean this up, kay?”

Eagerly she nodded dark curls bouncing.

“Mmkay kookie”

Jungkook wouldn't admit it out loud but being in the presence of another human being that wasn't trying to kill him was nice. He knew that princess and her crusty dog would be a handful but he was willing to deal with it. Plus he missed being called by his favorite nickname.

- © hobicakess ! do not steal, modify, copy, plagiarize, nor repost any of the works on this blog without given permission!

[cerine0357]

Like Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana, dating a very innocent and airheaded female S/O who loves them very much and is very clingy and is happy to be in a relationship with them

Yandere! OC/normal OC: MorningStar Court, Shimizu Family, Elentia Acurioun :

. Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana X Reader

♤ Summary: They happen to have a innocent, airheaded and clingy S/O, what happens if they're dating the yandere version or the normal version??

♤ fluff, dark content, scenario, headcanons|| Established relationship|| warnings (for yan version): magic, manipulation, willing reader, blood, murder|| Normal version of OC

♤ Author's note: THIS WAS SO GOOD TO WRITE!! I was very excited while writing this, thank you for requesting this and please continue doing so! I did not know what to write for Izana though, so forgive me for that!

OC X Reader:

S/O who is innocent, air-headed and clingy

Azuki Shimizu

☁ Azuki is himself a bit air-headed, so having a S/O who is also an air-head, he is so much IN LOVE, HE IS ALWAYS ON CUTENESS OVERLOAD MODE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! He can't help it, you're so cute, so air-headed like him and so innocent, he can make all the dirty jokes he wants and you won't even question them...SO CUTE!!!!

☁ Azuki is always there to make sure you focus as an air-head, you're more than likely to lose focus easily but he is gonna make sure you follow things and focus nicely, even if it means throwing tiny blocks of his blood your way before the blocks roll on their own to his cut and heal it on it's own, Azuki is there to make sure you follow your routine, he isn't gonna be rough, no, he is very lenient but he knows the problems you can face by not following a routine or schedule.

☁ Ngl, you were and STILL ARE very much oblivious and innocent to his flirting techniques, you are going to be hit with his flirting tricks and somehow you still don't get it, not gonna lie, he finds it adorable but OH SO FRUSTRATING!!!

☁ You're clingy, he's clingy, perfect couple! He's more of a emotionally clingy and you're more of a physically clingy person, so he is actually very much in love with the fact that you're clingy, he has always wanted someone to be clingy other than his siblings..

☁ He is not gonna lie, he is very much air-headed himself and since you both are dumb, you, him, Dejino, Yuxing, Ayako and Xinyue are thus called the dumb group of the Shimizu family, don't worry, everyone likes you!!

☁ Azuki honestly gets a headache sometimes from you, he gave you the job to water the plant, but now the whole manor is flooded...He allowed you to do the most of harmless things and it somehow always ends up a disaster due to your air-headedness

☁ Azuki for some reason is always in love with your air-headedness, might be the fact that you're his lover and the one he loves, but it could also be the fact that he's happy there is someone who can a bit more dumber than him at times...Depends!!

☁ Azuki is often trying to teach you things, it doesn't work a lot though, he has IMMENSE patience for you, not for anybody else in the family though, scares and surprises everyone, including his parents...

☁ Azuki is definitely one for affection, PDA is fine, not too much though, he does lace his hands with yours, hugs you whenever he feels like it, gives cheek kisses outside, but kisses on the lips are reserved for privacy where you won't ever be able to pull away from him, always in a make-out session....

☁ He is a big one on affection, much like a few of his siblings, one of his main love languages is physical affection and thus would love it if you were affectionate, but if you weren't, he'd understand and find other ways to express his love for you!

☁ Also keep in mind, not only him his parents and his siblings will help you around too! They're all synchronized to each other and that's how it is when somebody new enters the family!!

Raemous

☸ ....Do you think this man really has a brain, fr, he can't even spell brain, but it's fine, you're both a dumb couple and that's what makes you both cute and frustrating to everyone around you!! May god forgive you both cause Lucifer and Asmodeus won't....

☸ You both constantly need help by Solielin or someone from that side of the MorningStar court, cause Dear devil! it's hard to look after you both, you both can't leave each other without causing some type of drama for the royals to clean up after...I think you can make up to them by getting them some good desserts from Zional's credit card?

☸ If you can't focus, he can't focus, there is a connection between you two, if you can't do something he will try everything to help you in that by making a 100 slide presentation and then he forgets to focus himself and then you both get yelled at by Myhilara...

☸ Not gonna lie, Lucifer find you both to be very funny, but Belial is in rage every time you both are around, before you both started dating it was less work as they only had to handle one but after you started dating, you pull the other in the shenanigans you created....

☸ Raemous is often known for his agility and strength as one of the strongest full demons around, he was punished by Zional for a million years and yet he still did not flinch so maybe his biggest thing to keep him focusing is, Belial and Lucifer train with him, sometimes Zional and Diavolo and the rest of the brothers join and so maybe they will start training you a bit too, they will 100 PERCENT BE MORE GENTLE WITH YOU, INCLUDING ZIONAL!!!!

☸ Odelia and her sisters along with other royal ladies will try to keep you distracted, despite your gender, they like to make sure you can be as graceful as a lady while being as strong as a man! It's something every royal does, look at Raemous's body language, he isn't a royal, but he was trained by Mammon these things as well and he picked up these habits from the royals....

☸ Oh, Raemous is not very clingy but he would not mind someone clingy, so be as clingy as you want unless it's in front of Zional cause he gets upset because his wife isn't clingy and Ezoliana is more of a independent person and Zional is clingy, okay let's keep this away...

☸ Raemous and you are so sickeningly in love with each other that is makes the royals coo, puke and want to kill you all at the same time. They way you both hold hands, the way you spend time with each other, the way you both stare a each other, the way you're both oblivious to majorly popular flirting tricks and in the end you both end up making things awkward for each other before flirting again..

☸ Oh speaking of innocence, the only thing Raemous would tease you o and you don't even understand why you're being teased until Mammon or Belial hits Ramey and one of the girls explain the context...

☸ Oh, but your innocence is so very cute in Ramey's eyes, he'll make sure you stay as pure as possible for as long as possible, and that means hitting one of the royals for making dirty jokes around you, and if you ask what it means despite being the most obvious thing, he will say you'll learn when you get a bit older and that it's a demon thing..

☸ That innocence of yours is also upheld by Odelia and Aurelesia, cause their sister, Aurmelle, she was innocent until she became a dirty bitch...she's a bit of a hoe, but she'll also help her sisters keep your innocence with you!!

Ceseline Lynea

⋰01 Ceseline has a huge family with over 40 members, so there ain't no way one of her cousins or siblings is air-headed just like you and as one of the eldest she has to take care of them along with her elder brothers and sisters, handling you is like a piece of cake!

⋰02 Speaking of that, Ceseline honestly finds it annoying with air-headed cousins/siblings though she absolutely won't change them for the world, she finds it a bit annoying at times, but with you, it's the exact opposite, she can never get annoyed with you for being an air-head..she just finds it so endearing, she can't help herself but fall in love with you for that!

⋰03 Ceseline would definitely be one to make sure to help you around to make sure you didn't get distracted, she is honestly very free, some of her siblings or cousins could take her place and do a bit of chore in place for her, no big deal! She is always happy to help you focus!

⋰04 Oh, don't even think about getting distracted, she's a lion-hybrid (if you followed my previous blog and knew about them) and she can control a person's body for 70 minutes before needing to take a 30 minute break, she can help you follow your schedule like that giving you half-hour breaks in between!

⋰05 Ceseline sometimes herself finds it hard to focus and so during those times, she'd like to remind herself of you, you somehow still manage to do some work despite your air-headedness, quite rude but it works for her and while thinking about she always whispers 'sorry's in her mind while giggling...so that makes up for it, I guess..

⋰06 Ceseline's elder twins, Serouf and Quinen, they're twins, elder sister and brother to Ceseline and one of her favourite supporters they have been supporting her since Childhood while teaching her ways and correcting her and so they were the first people she came to when she started to date you and she would talk about you to them all the time and how you're a big air-head, they honestly find it cute!

⋰07 Serouf and Quinen are along with her in attending Elentia, so whenever they're at school, they find her sitting beside you sharing her lunch and short break food with you while explaining something of school to you because you didn't understand it and she would spend all her breaks like this as the break started she'd give her lunch box to her siblings and asked them to not tell their parents she didn't eat food in return of her doing their chores, they of-course agreed happy to eat more food and share some with friends! Serouf and Quinen found it adorable how Ceseline had her own air-head to look after like Serouf had Quinen and Quinen had Serouf~

⋰08 Speaking of watching you both, Serouf would often find you both holding hands or kissing at Saura/Saku base (playground type place at Elentia Acurion) or Quinen saw you both walking while spending time with each other sharing kisses or holding hands while walking through he roads in between the Heopian Fields or her parents finding you in her cuddling and being clingy in her room or her grandparents finding you cooking with each other in their huge kitchen or studying in her room or maybe her classmates finding you sleeping in her bed morning, they all find it cute but won't say anything for Ceseline's sake as to not embarrass her...

⋰09 She is not generally clingy but most of her family members are and so she has learnt that it didn't matter a few of her cousins would hang off her back as she would do some chore and so she is generally has a lot of muscle strength she can carry you in her arms for a huge amount of time!

⋰10 Oh and your innocence how could the Lynea clan forget, honestly everybody tease you a bit but honestly it's all in good fun and they would stop after they see you being uncomfortable or a lady stops them, the men are always a bit more playful and kind of don't mean to be rude but end up coming off like that, forgive them dear....

⋰11 Ceseline and everyone in her class kind of finds it be a bit cute, even Devon who is basically the mood killer half the time, but he finds it a bit endearing in you, he sees you as a friend, people of LingDesu have the tendencies to befriend their friend's friends and that is how they make and create relationships, so you're bound to meet her classmate all 39 are amazing at treating you, including the teacher, Izana!!

⋰12 They all make dirty jokes but will never tease you if you don't understand it as they all only laugh and giggle a bit, before someone tells you to ignore it and if you REALLY want to know, then maybe someone will explain it ad then you will slap yourself mentally for not getting something so obvious! She finds it absolutely adorable, and she hopes you never change!!

Izana

▦ Oh my, Your dating Izana, I mean he has 40 idiots in his class, what's gonna happen if they add another air-head in his life as his lover.....Nothing he will fall for you more, finding it endearing...

▦ Izana can't help himself but blush from cuteness overload at how dumb you are, kind of like imagine Mammon with MC (Obey me!)or maybe baby Denki (BNHA) being dumb, yeah that's how it is with him, poor man, already having 40 but now one more, but at-last is cute while being dumb so that makes up for the fact that he to handle 45 people now, sad yet happy teacher noises come from his mouth as you sit in his class while he teaches the student..

▦ Izana is often free and does not enjoy teaching his students, though he is a father figure to nearly all of them, he mostly spends his time of class sleeping, as they all live for an eternity and he has big bangs 8 times, he learnt that nothing needed to be taught! He has more than enough time to spend with you, while you, Izana and the class gossip or do braiding circles or do spend time with each other like that! He knows an air-head person is a bit dumb, but maybe it's something how everyone is eager to teach everyone else something that he finds precious in this world of his!

▦ Elentia Acurion is more of a place with values and friendships and families and others, people don't learns something new everyday, a topic may stretch for over 9 years if possible, students don't even move classes and stay in one class with same students! And after school they get a few hours of sleep and then they go to their work, as days in LingDesu stretch for over 36 hours! They have more than enough time to get rest, do work have fun and other things! So he has more than enough time to be a teacher, lover, friend and help you focus on your schedules, just extra info for you all!!

▦ Izana is often always there with things to help you focus, he has different tricks by handling his students for so many years and before class 1:72, he had different students in his life as a teacher in a ancient country, which is located in present day China, maybe? He's not sure...What he is sure about is how you should pay attention to whatever you're doing, he is gonna make sure of it! Getting snacks which are meant to make your brain sharper or tea which i said to help you focus or maybe some break and getting some air!

▦ Izana sometimes himself finds it hard to focus, his number one plan is studying or doing his work with some of his students who are doing their own work, if you want he can do this, as long as nobody talks and everyone does their own work, despite being together, everyone is doing their own work and more often than not, all the 40 students along with some from class 2:74 also joins them as it often helps in focusing for them, except they have multiple tables as no way can they all fit in one, a table has maximum 8 students and everyone is sorted into doing their work and if they or you have question, you just ask or search it up without causing a commotion or causing a discussion as it causes everyone to lose tracks, it's honestly very fun and you're probably gonna join them everyday!

▦ Izana is honestly a very focus person, he can naturally do so as he doesn't really keep a lot on his mind, he jut jots down everything on a journal he carries, it was gifted by Zane to him, Zane used to find it hard to focus unless he wrote everything he had to do down and stick to it, he saw his sensei going through the same thing, so he gifted him one on Teacher's day!

▦ Oh and his students see him being so clingy with you despite not being a very clingy person, he's more on gift-giving, but he can handle all types of clingy people, he likes to hold hands while walking through Heopian fields, or maybe eating food together in the teacher's lounge, completely depends!

▦ But he really likes how you're so dumb, it's kind of funny, he has never had this much fun in decades, let me enjoy your air-headedness a bit, promise he'll be nice while doing it!! And if he's not being nice, just pinch him, he'll shut up :>>>>

▦ Oh and he can never get over how innocent you are, how are you so innocent, he is surprised, by this age nobody is innocent, but you are surprisingly! Don't worry, he will make some dirty comment, but then he will cover them up with many sweet comments so you don't ask any of the students what they mean...

▦ This also brings some type of protectiveness in the staff, they like to make sure you stay innocent, quite cute if you think about it!!

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[getitoutofmymindwrites]

Perfect. | joel miller x f!reader drabble, 1.6k

Summary: You're full of Joel, but you need him in your mouth, too. Joel delivers.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, pwp, rough sex, dom!joel, sub!reader, established relationship, everything that happens is discussed and consensual, cursing, praise kink, size kink, degradation kink, unprotected p in v, minor anal play, nipple play, reader is obsessed with Joel's fingers, hair pulling, (1) ass slapping, manhandling, gagging kink, deepthroat, free use at the end, facial, cum eating, belated aftercare, as always, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: There's not much to say, this is pure filth, just to cleanse my palette of all the anguish I've brought upon myself! It was written on a whim, so here goes 👀

P.S.: I don't need to remind you how much I hate summaries. I hate them. OK, ily all, bye!

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Fuck, you feel so good-” Joel pants between your breasts as you take him deep inside you, riding him, “uuuuuh, perfect- fuck- perfect little pussy-” He’s so big, you feel him in your belly. Your cunt is stretched to its limit but you’re so wet from all the orgasms he pulled out of you before impaling you on his hard cock, that he slides inside you with ease.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the soft carpet beneath him. His hands cradle your ass, kneading it and maneuvering you up and down on his thick cock, while you lock your hands around his neck for leverage.

His fingertips glide lightly over your asshole as he holds you open and stretched in his palms, feeling your tight ring of muscle clench on his digits. His lower belly and balls are soaked in your arousal, the hairs on his base glued together by your sticky slick. Your clit rubs against them every time you roll your hips.

Joel runs his big calloused palms up your back, sending shivers down your spine and as you arch your back in pleasure, pushing your breasts closer to his face, he cups them, pinching your hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You look down at his hands as he continues to arouse your tits and the sight makes your clit twitch and your cunt clench around him.

His wet tongue enters the game, flicking it up and down over your erect nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through your body and your thighs begin to tremble both from exhaustion and arousal.

Your fingers run through his hair, tugging gently. He moans as his hand comes down hard on your asscheek. You whimper at the spreading pain, your cunt gushing around his cock, the lewd sounds of your joined sexes only making it more obvious.

You fuck him so good and hard, sucking him deep inside you, you start creaming around him.

You become obsessed with his hands. Big, strong, veined and tanned, with tiny freckles, his fingers calloused and skillful; their expert touch, always bring you to completion.

“I wanna suck your fingers. Please..” you coo into his ear, your hands tugging desperately at the unruly curls at the back of his head.

“Mhhhh..yeah?” Joel turns his head towards you, his aquiline nose pressing against your cheek.

Your grip on him tightens as you continue to bounce on his cock, your voice laced with need and lust, “Please, Joel..”

Joel grants your wish and moves a palm away from your breast but doesn’t bring it to your mouth. Instead, he snakes it between your bodies, collecting your arousal from his slick-coated base. He’s going to be the death of you.

He brings his shiny fingers to your face allowing you to take the lead, go on, then. Milky strings of your slick create little webs connecting his digits together.

You encircle his wrist with your delicate fingers and bring his palm to your nose, smelling the combination of your juices and his musk, making your eyes roll. “You dirty little thing..” he mutters to himself, smirking as he begins to meet your thrusts with his own, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the otherwise silent room.

You open your eyes and slowly wrap your lips around his middle and ring fingers, swirling your tongue around the tips as you would his cock head. “Fuck.” he grunts through his teeth and you feel him twitch inside you, his breath stuttering. You hollow out your cheeks and suck them into your warm mouth, bobbing your head up and down on them, your eyes never leaving his.

“You like that, babygirl? Suckin’ my fingers like you do my cock?”

“Mmhmm..” you all but moan, your face wrecked from the intensity of the moment.

“Wanna gag on them?” Fuck yes.

“Mhhhh” you whine now, sucking even harder to make a point. He pushes his fingers further into your mouth as his cock pushes deeper into you, stroking that sweet spot that only he can reach. He presses on your gag reflex, making you gag and your eyes water. Your grip on his wrist is firm, making sure his fingers stay in your mouth.

“Such a fuckin’ whore f’ me, aren’t you? Stuffing your holes full ’a me, huh?” You clench violently around him, almost to the point of coming, your breath coming in short pants. He leans forward, his lips brushing your ear “Maybe I should stuff your tight little hole with my other hand, I bet you’d like me in there, too. I bet you’d take me so well, yeah?”

His dirty talk drives you wild and you arch your spine again, moaning around his fingers but he quickly withdraws them, strings of saliva briefly connecting your lips to his tips and you whimper at the loss.

He lowers his slick fingers to tap quickly but gently on your swollen clit. You cry out at the stimulation, waves of electricity rippling through your body. “Gonna come on my cock baby? Yeah..” he breathes, his eyes fixed on your face, contorted with pleasure, “Yeah, you are.”

That does it; you come so hard, spasming around his stiff length, making a mess on his lap. Joel stops fucking into you, staying buried to the hilt inside you, feeling the tight grip of your cunt choking him in rhythm.

“That’s it, thaaat’s it, look at me, baby, fuck- fuckmmphh- this perfect cunt-” Joel keeps guiding you through your orgasm, biting where your neck meets your shoulder.

Your mouth is slack from the force of your release but it feels so empty and before you come down completely you are begging for him. “I need you in my mouth, Joel- I need you to fill me with your cum, please Joel, please..” you beg deliriously.

“Christ, baby.” Joel grits his teeth and pulls you off his lap and his hard member, forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your hair. He can't deny you when you beg so prettily.

The taste is heavenly. Tasting yourself on him as you breathe in his heady scent makes your head spin with desire. “That’s it, gag on it.” he says as he focuses on his shaft, veiny, swollen and shiny, disappearing into your warm mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

He knows. He sees it all in your eyes, you’re so far gone, surrendered to your pleasure and his. Joel begins to fuck your throat in deep, sharp thrusts, his thighs tensing and bulging under your palms. He rests his hand around your throat, feeling it bulge under his fingertips.

You’re utterly ruined. Your eyes are bloodshot and filled with tears, and your lips are stretched and swollen as you drool around him. Your face is coated in sweat, saliva and your arousal. You can taste your cum and his pre-cum on your tongue, along with every ridge and vein of his erection. You just kneel there, between his legs like a toy, letting him take and give what you both need.

“Fuck, look at you. Look at you, my sweet girl, choking on this big cock.”

You don’t react, you just sit there, pliant and doe-eyed and take it; content and worry-free. You make it so hard for him to hold back any longer. He’s about to come and he has this irresistible urge to ruin that innocent, fucked out look on your face.

He pulls his cock out of your mouth and jerks furiously over your face, his biceps flexing from the effort, his other hand firmly gripping your hair to maneuver you as he pleases. You look up at him in total surrender, tongue out, longing for what’s to come.

His eyebrows are drawn together, his jaw is slack and his mouth is open in that perfect shape that his plush lips form, as he breathes heavily. His broad torso, covered in both yours and his sweat, rises and falls rapidly, his muscles flexing deliciously under his skin.

He comes and comes with a deep, guttural moan all over your face; your forehead, your eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, everything is marked by his thick, warm, milky cum. Your cunt flutters at this act of degradation and possession.

“Don’t open them; it’ll sting.” you hear him say while catching his breath, referring to your closed eyes and your cum-coated lashes. You do as he says and wait behind the darkness of your closed eyelids for him to take care of you. But Joel just sits there, admiring his handiwork as he comes down from his high.

You can hear his heavy breathing and the lack of sight is the only thing that makes you realize he’s human, like you. This otherwise divine creature is human.

“Let’s clean you up.” you finally hear him say as you feel his thumb wipe his now cold and dry cum from your skin, press it gently against your lips and feed it to you. You swallow every last drop of it, your tongue warm and welcoming around his digit. He leaves your eyes last.

When he’s finished, he holds the sides of your face with his palms, taking a good look at your submissive form, resting his forehead against yours.

You slowly open your eyes as he plants soft kisses all over your face. “Perfect..” you hear him murmur, more to himself than to you.

“Perfect and mine.”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

The Hands That Hold You

Yandere Assasin Harem x Oblivious Fem Reader

TW: Somniaphilia, uncomfortable themes, yandere, stalking, mention of size difference, potential of being held captive, cunninglingus, smut, etc

The town of Rellikhold, a peaceful town filled with quirky citizens. Each with a mysterious past and lack of warmth. And you had received a special invitation by the government to live in this new town! Aren’t you lucky?

Poor little you had no clue that this town was filled with ex-contract killers who’ve never felt warmth nor kindness in their life… they were all a moth to your flame. Each one wanting to stake a claim on you, even if it was at the expense of another’s life. You belonged to them.

Callum: Scotland (Florist)

Callum is a massive man with a soft yet muscular build. He has a thick red beard that he keeps trimmed and a mustache he keeps curled up. Callum also has red chest hair and arm hair (the curtains definitely match the drapes). He is 35 years old and a retired sniper. Callum has a heavy Scottish accent and he’s the warmest of the villagers.

This big, muscular red head was shocked when you waltzed into his shop. You were so small and your steps were so clumsy like a newborn fawn. Yet it was your eyes that caught his attention. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such innocence. It intrigued him.

Callum is easily flustered with from your bright smile and warm personality. Yet he can’t help the intrigue he felt from your arrival. From one glance, he knew you were just a regular civilian… what on earth were you doing here? This place was so dangerous.

Yet you’re oblivious to everyone’s past and treat him no differently from a regular man! Your interest in his flowers warm his heart… Callum is immediately taken to you. You’re so cute and you’d fit so perfectly in his arms… he’s never felt this way before.

Callum often looks forward to your visits to his shop. The red head often reorganizes the flowers just to make sure they’re to your liking! Callum always makes sure his beard is well trimmed and his long curls are pulled up into a bun. He has to look presentable for his little lady!

Often lingers around you like a shadow when you’re in the shop. Callum would lose his marbles if you ever came into his shop with a visible wound or bruise. He’s extremely obsessed with your well being.

Callum often offers you his jacket and holds doors open for you, he’s a total gentleman. A gentleman who believes you’re his. He sees no other logical explanation on why you visit him so often. You have to have a crush on him, right?! Don’t worry… he doesn’t mind that you’re shy. He has no trouble taking the lead.

It will take a total of four months until he’s trying to be more physically affectionate towards you. Callum believes the two of you are dating. His large, calloused hands often brush against yours or he’ll grab your waist to steer you in another direction. He cannot get over the size difference.

You’ll often have free bouquets delivered to your house with cute hand written notes. Which are often accompanied by Gaelic terms of endearment. “M’eudail. Mo chridhe. Etc.”

And if Callum ever spots you with one of ten other villagers? His stabs at affection take a turn to be more bold. In his mind, you’re trying to make him jealous… not to worry! Callum will give you more of his time! Whatever you want, he will give you! Even the heads of your enemies neatly arranged in a bouquet.

Callum I willing to do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. He’s the least selfish of the others. If you want to have a sexual relationship with him, he’d be more than happy to oblige!

Callum will have you bent over every surface and even his shop (with the curtains pulled down of course). Just so he can stuff you with his thick fingers and fat cock. He’s extremely giving and he’s more than happy to perform cunninglingus on you.

One day, you went into his shop and were filled with such fright, it made his heart ache!

“What are you so scared for, m’eudail?” Callum husky voice asked. The large man made his way over to your disheveled form. “Has someone frightened you?”

Callum bent down to your level and held your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed a few tears from your cheeks as he shushed you.

“It’s okay, mo chridhe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Günter: Germany (Police Officer)

A tall, muscular blonde riddled in scars from head to toe. His blonde hair is always cut in a military cut and he’s extremely stoic. No one can ever tell what he’s thinking and he hardly speaks. Günter is Char’s identical twin brother and also an ex bounty hunter. The pair are both 29 years old and very feared members in the community from their reputation.

Günter was extremely wary of you at first. He isn’t used to people taking notice of someone like him or being warm to him.

Günter is extremely stiff when you interact with him. He often glances the other way if you stare at him with your pretty eyes for too long. He’s unsure of why his heart flutters whenever you’re around. Günter has never been in a relationship in his entire life. He’s so awkward and quiet around you, but his stoic expression never shows it.

You once grabbed his hand when you tripped and Günter swore he was electrocuted. He was quick to help you up onto your feet as he silently checked you over. His heart thrummed in his chest when you gave him such a sweet, grateful smile. It’s how Günter realized he’s smitten with you.

Günter often offered to walk you home to keep you safe. He’s the least delusional of the others and a rather lucid yandere. He is aware of the difference of reality and his fantasies. Which is why he will never act upon them on you. Everyone else is free game.

If someone upsets you even the slightest bit, they are instantly on his shit list. And if they make you cry or try to harm you? They’re as good as dead. He’s the town’s cop and the most prolific killer of them, so what can they do to stop him?

Günter is very aware of the others’ twisted feelings towards you, especially Char’s. He often hides around the corner as he watches his sister wash your hair. He’s a bit jealous of the intimacy, but he knows better than to be greedy. He’s a cop, not a hairdresser.

He’s usually quite silent but he often shows you his soft side. Soft smiles and tender touches. Günter is incredibly gentle despite his massive height.

Günter would be over the moon if you wanted a relationship of any kind with him! If it’s sexual, you sadly won’t be doing much walking. Günter tries his best to be gentle, but he soon finds himself blowing your back out while he whispers German pet names in your ears.

Günter also secretly has a breeding kink so keep an eye on him. If he’s in the heat of the moment, he will whisper his darkest desires in your ear. Of how he wants you round and fat with his kids with a ring on your finger.

And Günter will not share. So don’t even think about sleeping with anyone other than him or he will make several attempts to baby trap you.

“Meine Liebe, why do you cry?” Günter asked you softly with a frown. The police officer sat beside you on the park bench, his muscular arms now wrapped around you in a hug. “You know you can tell me anything… did someone make you upset?”

You just rest your head on his chest which made Günter melt into a puddle. He’s quick to scoop you up into his arms. “Do you want to head to my home, meine liebes Mädchen? It’s getting dark out and it can get dangerous at night.”

And the instant you nod your head, you’re swept off your feet in a bridal carry. His normally stoic face now had a small smile on it.

Finally… you were finally coming home where you belonged.

Wan: China (Photographer)

Wan is an average height man of Chinese descent. He’s quite feminine appearance wise, but don’t like that fool you. He’s one of the most dominant of the villagers.

Wan typically keeps to himself. Hes not as massive or intimidating as the other men. His long black hair is typically pulled back into a braid and he usually roams the village’s park or beach.

Wan is a bit shocked when he first met you since he can tell off the bat that you’re a regular civilian. Did the government send you as some sort of social experiment to see if their retirement was successful? To see if a group of ex- bounty hunters can integrate into society without a hitch? How peculiar.

Wan often trailed you home to see if you had any attachments to any governments. He didn’t want a government spy ruining his idyllic life and he was not afraid to eliminate you if that were the case… but you were clean! Annoyingly so.

You had simple hobbies and a permanent smile on your face. You were friendly and warm like a dog… like a pet. It made Wan’s mind wander to more promiscuous thoughts. Would you enjoy a collar and a leash while he dominated every aspect of your life? Perhaps you would since you always greeted him with such a warm smile and baked goods. You must have some sort of attraction to him, right? Why else would you bake for an acquaintance so often? (Wan had no clue you did for all of your friends).

Wan often invited you out for walks with him on the beach while he snaps photographs. It’s when you accidentally enter one of his shots that turn his whole world upside down. How could someone be so beautiful?

Wan started to snap photos of you smiling and dancing when in his company but it wasn’t enough. These simple photographs simply wouldn’t do for him anymore.

What started off as innocent photography took a quick, dark turn into obsession.

Wan began to slip behind you in the shadows to follow you everywhere. Whether you were simply enjoying a meal or beverage, or even sleeping, Wan captured it all behind his lens. Wan wanted more! More. More. More. More!!

His photography room was now covered in photos of you. There was not a single empty space left of the wall or ceiling that wasn’t adorned with your being. His darkroom still had thousands of photos developing as well. Wan simply couldn’t get enough.

When Wan found out there were others, he was extremely upset. What on earth did you see in Callum or Günter? They weren’t nearly as impressive as him! Wan was slim and far more flexible. Wan could bend your body in ways it’s never been before.

Wan often snuck into your room to lay beside you. To inhale your scent and to caress your soft, pliable body. Would you freak out if you woke up to see him or would you submit to his desires? This risqué game of his never grew tiring…

If you begin a sexual relationship with Wan, he’s incredibly rough. He has incredibly sadistic tendencies such as pulling hair, choking, licking up your tears, and harsh spankings… but he will talk you through it.

Slender fingers stroked your cheeks as you slept soundly. Wan smiled at how unaware of your surroundings you were. How could someone be so cute?

“Lǎopó, you’re so precious…” Wan bent forward and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. In his eyes, you were his lover. His and no one else’s. “I just want you to be my beloved pet, bǎobèi.”

Wan pulled your covers over your shoulders and over his body while he spooned you. This was the only time you were all his and no one else’s… and that’s the way he preferred it to be.

Amari: Thailand (Musician)

Amari is an amab individual but prefers to go by they/them. The twenty four year old often enchant others with their ethereal beauty. They have sun kissed skin and long black hair that frames a symmetrical face, one would think they were carved by the gods themselves. Yet Amari is partially blind due to their final assignment so they were forced into an early retirement compared to the others. Yet they pretend they’re fully blind to appear weaker to the others. They’re one of the most dangerous of the villagers due to their unpredictable mannerisms.

Amari can often be found in Belladonna’s restaurant playing the khene. Their mystic melody is as intriguing as they are which often captivates their audience.

Amari is incredibly shy and will be startled at first if you talk to them. Yet they’re eager for the companionship. Amari is the easiest to get close to compared to the others due to their young age. If you compliment them, they’re completely enraptured by you. You think they’re beautiful?! You love their music? Amari cannot get enough of praise.

Amari often trails after you like a lost puppy. They will often play the ‘helpless blind’ card just so they can hold your hand. They can’t get enough of how soft you are. Oh what they wouldn’t give to be able to see you… there was not a doubt in their mind that you were lovely.

Amari will play their khene for you and sometimes they’ll even sing. They’re your own personal song bird! They’re willing to perform any song for you so long as you eagerly listen to them just like they eagerly wait for your praise!

Amari will want to spend every breathing moment by your side. They’re stuck to you like velcro and unmovable. Suffocatingly clingy due to them never receiving warmth, Amari cannot get enough of your sweetness. They want you all to themselves.

They cannot stand you giving your attention and affection to the others. Look at them! Listen to their music, you said it was lovely! Just be theirs! Please. Please. Please. Please.

Amari will pathetically beg for your love on their hands and knees. They will use every card in their deck to manipulate you into their hands. They will not share and they will not surrender you.

No matter how puppy like they are to you, they’re a monster the others will not go near. Being involved with them is like being trapped in a spider’s web. You were doomed from the first interaction.

They’re one of the only ones who will stoop low enough to take advantage of you in your sleep (besides Wan). Their mouth is always buried between your legs as you sleep completely unaware of their efforts to get you used to them. They can’t get enough of how sweet you taste. Of how your body contorts and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes if the moonlight hits your face just right, they can see your face. And they make sure to burn that image in their memory forever. Oh what they would give for you to know it was them.

Amari pressed kisses up and down your thighs as your back arches in pleasure. So beautiful… so unaware. You’re just like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

“I love you…” Amari whispered against your skin, the assassin ran a tanned hand through their long locks in an attempt to reel themselves in. It was easy for them to get lost in the moment, but they needed to be patient. “And I know you love me too.”

Amari pulls themselves away from in between your legs and rests their head on your stomach. A soft hum escaped their thin lips in thought. It was such a beautiful night and they were happy to spend it with you.

Char: Germany (Hair Dresser)

Char is Günter’s identical twin and they couldn’t be more similar if they try. It’s easy to confuse one for the other since Char looks incredibly masculine. The only difference is their placements of scars and her blonde hair is just a little bit longer.

It takes awhile to earn Char’s friendship. She’s quite self conscious of herself since she looks so much like a man. Compliments will win her over and make her blush. She’s quite fond of being called handsome or beautiful.

She enjoys washing and trimming your hair for you. She cannot get over how soft your hair feels between her fingers…

It doesn’t take long for her to fall for you compared to her brother. She’s another sucker for praise, but she gives praise even more. Char is the queen of pet names.

Char is incredibly protective of you, just like Günter. The difference between them is that Char collects little keepsakes from you. Oh yes, she has a shrine dedicated completely to you.

Char is obsessed with you. She collects the trimmings of your hair and any utensils you had used in her salon. She tells herself it’s to keep herself from acting on her impulses, but that’s a lie. She’s simply obsessed with you.

If you ever vent to her about any one in the village, especially new comers, she will get rid of them for you personally. Typically in a rather brutal fashion. Anyone who upsets you simply doesn’t deserve to live.

If you’re ever curious about her past, she will tell you. She’s the least secretive and the most honest. Char will even admit about her shrine of you if you ask. She wants to be an open book that you can read at anytime. Trust her.

Char will often flee to the back room of her salon if she gets a bit too riled up from her interactions with you. If you follow her to the back because you’re worried, there’s no guarantee she won’t have you bent over the break room table with her lips eagerly pressed against yours and her fingers yanking at the waist band of your pants.

Out of everyone, Char is the most obsessed with your pleasure. She’s incredibly giving. It doesn’t matter the time or the location, if you’re a bit moody she will pull you into the nearest room and go to town. Be as loud as you want as she pushes your body to the point of overstimulation, she wants the others to know you’re hers.

“Meine Liebe…” Char whispered as she presses kisses all across your fear stricken face. An expression you always wore due to how passionate of a lover Char was. “I’m sorry I got carried away again.”

You nuzzled into your lover, who only peppered you with more kisses. “Mein liebes Haustier, I love you so much… how about you just stay in mein arms forever?”

Belladonna: French (Chef)

Belladonna was once a renowned poison specialist, hence her name. She’s a tall, slender twenty nine year old woman with fawn brown hair and sharp, feline like features. Belladonna is heartless and cold, just like the deadly poisons she once used. She’s a closeted lesbian and a very open misandrist.

Belladonna is the owner and head chef at Le Jarden. She’s quite prideful of her cooking and she only prepares the best cuisine. Belladonna has a tendency to be quite pretentious and she’s very rude if your French isn’t adequate.

Belladonna does not like Ignacia, to others it looks like she singles out Ignacia a lot, but they have a very complicated past. Belladonna is incredibly critical of others and holds herself at the highest standard. She’s also quite the bully.

Belladonna will chase out male customers from her establishment. They are not allowed in Le Jarden, no matter who they are. (She often gets into arguments with Callum over his floral choices).

If you catch her attention, it’s because you stood up for Ignacia when Belladonna gave the poor woman a verbal beat down. Belladonna immediately takes your defiance as a challenge.

Belladonna will often pick verbal fights with you, but she’s intrigued by you. You were a regular civilian and yet you stood up to her of all people? You had some guts. Plus, you still tried to be kind to her. It frustrated the chef to no end. Belladonna always feels conflicted when it comes to you.

Belladonna’s words often cut like a knife but you’re surprisingly quick witted with your comebacks. She enjoys the back and forth. To her, it’s like a game. And Belladonna wanted to win.

Her hostility increases the more she interacts with you since Belladonna has never experienced feelings of this magnitude before. Belladonna could not differentiate between love and hate. You confused her and made her mind in constant disarray…

You’re sweet to the point you make her teeth rot and she hates it… or at least she tells herself that.

Belladonna hates when you interact with the others! Especially the men (and Amari). She’s much better than them- wait… why did she care so much about what you did?

Your once pleasant words soon become sour whenever she enters your peripheral. You no longer try to smile or wave at her, only scowl. It confused her even more. Why did she care whether you liked her or not? You were just a civilian… right?

You eventually snap sense into her when you tell her you despise her. You… hate her? No… she didn’t want to be hated! No. No. No.

Belladonna loses her mind when you constantly reject her. You won’t come to her restaurant and you won’t accept the many, many bouquets she leaves on your doorstep. Why won’t you forgive her? She never apologizes, so she truly means she’s sorry. Please forgive her, she can be soft. She can be soft.

She will kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised. Until your lungs are nearly out of air and you’re breathless. Belladonna could be your oxygen! Your reason for being! She can do everything the others do, if not more! She has access to various poisons and other plants, some that could take you to pleasures of immeasurable heights! Just let her worship you…

Belladonna will go to extreme measures if you continue to ignore her desperate attempts at reconciliation. And that includes poisoning you so that you’re briefly paralyzed.

Belladonna’s slender hands hold your cheeks as she quietly sobs from above your still form. She knows you’re afraid, but this was your fault! You pushed her to do this!

“All you had to do was forgive me… Je t'adore. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal…” Belladonna slipped into her first language while the waterworks began. She was so conflicted and confused. Her new feelings were overwhelming and concerning. Belladonna was usually level headed, but when it came to you? She was a dumpster fire.

Belladonna pressed her forehead against yours, her tears now mixed with yours into a long stream down your face.

“Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant, mais je suis sûr que je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement, ça me rend fou.”

Ignacia: Nicaragua (Writer)

Ignacia always wears a steel mask over her face and completely covers her body. No one knows what she looks like under there and she prefers to keep it that way… she was a twenty seven year old bomb specialist. At least until the accident. Her entire body is now covered in third degree burns. She is no longer beautiful so she hides herself away in order not to scare anyone. Her accident landed her in an early retirement as well.

Ignacia is biromantic and asexual. She’s always been more interested in books than people. Fictional characters comfort her more than real people.

A few years ago, she had a mission to take down a French politician and ended up destroying Belladonna’s secret hide out. Which is why Belladonna despises her. Ignacia isn’t too bothered by it though since she’s the one who received the worse end of it,

Her English isn’t the best so she rarely speaks. She often observes others from the corner of every room. Through the various interactions she observes, Ignacia created a fictional world for her characters in her stories. It was an escape from her harsh reality in the real world…

She’s so shy when you come up to her. Don’t you know she’s a beast under this mask? That she’s not as picturesque as the others?

Yet your kindness makes her knees turn to jelly and her heart leap in her chest in hopes it will escape its prison made of bones. Perhaps you were her chance at real life romance rather than the comforts of the printed texts in her books?

Ignacia is delusional. She overthinks every interaction you have with her. If you touch her hand on accident, she believes it’s because you’re shy! She’s shy too! If you compliment her eyes, she will try to wear masks that show off her eyes more. She’s so ecstatic that she shakes whenever she receives words of praise from you. It’s so exciting! Ignacia is living out a fairy tale romance!!

Ignacia began to build a perfect image of you in her head. To her, you were the perfect princess in a fairy tale book and she was the knight that would save you from the monsters (the other villagers). You were kind and sweet, the kind that needed to be locked away so nothing could harm you.

Ignacia begins to decorate your future home with her! She will ask more questions and bout your hobbies and interests so she can make it all perfect for you! She will incorporate your favorite colors and themes just to make it into your dream space! A pretty cage for her pretty princess!

Ignacia simply wants to keep you safe from harm. She doesn’t want you to ever injure or harm yourself. Her carelessness had landed her in her own predicament and she wouldn’t dare let you suffer the same fate. Ignacia was your knight in shining armor!

“Buenos díaz, mi amor!” Ignacia beamed at you while she handed you some breakfast. You were confused on your whereabouts, but Ignacia simply crinkled her eyes up from under her mask (she smiled). “Did you sleep well, mi princesa?”

“Ignacia? Where am I-“

“¡Estás en casa! !Donde perteneces!” Ignacia giggled as she affectionately pressed her mask into your cheek. Home? What did she mean by home? “Estás a salvo aquí, mi princesa. Para siempre.”

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Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

[theinnerunderrain]

Flowers only bloom when the sun comes out [Yan! Prince x Fem! Maid-Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, child neglect, mentions of suggestive behaviors and lustful behaviors, manipulative thoughts, etc.

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Miserable.

Prince Cassian would choose "miserable" as the precise term to depict his fragile existence. Born a prince into a mighty kingdom, his father ruled with an iron fist and unwavering will. Yet, despite his royal lineage, his life felt devoid of meaning, a constant struggle in the shadows of his father's reign. Maybe his father held Cassian accountable, at least in part, for the death of his beloved queen. Perhaps that's why he was abandoned to decay in the queen's once-grand residence, where dust settled like a shroud, paint flaked from the walls, and sinister spiders claimed every corner.

However, the king, perhaps out of lingering kindness or a trace of pity, permitted servants to attend to the prince. Yet, few were inclined to care for a forsaken prince; servants came and went as the boy matured into a young man. Initially, some felt sympathy for him, but they soon departed upon realizing there was no benefit. Others, driven by greed, chipped away at the scant jewelry and valuables left in the building before absconding to sell them in the market. His existence drifted aimlessly, filled with endless hours staring out his window or sipping the bitter tea his younger sister, kind but unaware of his plight, managed to sneak to him.

It all seemed so pointless.

Then, one day, you appeared. A young maid, your smile radiant and your enthusiasm palpable as you embarked on this new job. He couldn't help but feel sorry for you, knowing that your optimism would soon be crushed once you discovered the reality of serving a prince like him, someone you might deem unworthy of your efforts. Every day, he observed you closely, noting your tireless efforts and how your face, though marked by exhaustion from tasks meant for many, retained a composed and bright demeanor.

He found himself admiring your diligent work ethic, transforming his once bitter teatime into a sweeter experience as you mastered the art of brewing it just right. The clothes he wore now carried a scent of softness, feeling gentle against his skin, a stark contrast to the past when they often felt itchy and smelled of sweat. The garden flourished with the flowers you tended to, and his bedroom felt fresh and inviting, as if it were truly lived in. Your presence became a source of comfort for him. He enjoyed your greetings each morning, your smiles making him feel truly alive, reminding him of his own humanity.

He felt a growing desire to be near you, craving the comfort of your presence. He longed to bask in the warmth of your soft smile, to feel the gentle touch of your hand as you helped him dress. He treasured the moments when you enveloped him in warmth on cold, restless nights haunted by memories of his mother. Your gentle fingers combing through his hair brought a soothing calmness to his troubled mind. He delighted in teasing you during work hours, reveling in the sight of your face blushing a deep scarlet as his hands playfully found their way to your waist, causing you to momentarily lose your grip on the dustpan before scolding him.

He likes you.

Well, he didn't just like you. He was consumed by you, obsessed with every thought of you, you, you.

He yearned to be enveloped in your essence, to drown in your intoxicating fragrance, to be devoured whole by you. He craved for your lips to consume his, for your touch to consume his skin, for every part of him to be consumed by you. He was acutely aware that his thoughts about you would be deemed sinful by the church, yet he couldn't help but question God's justice in abandoning him for a crime he didn't commit. Considering your background as a commoner's daughter, burdened with constant toil, he doubted you had any prior experience with men, leading him to wonder if he might be your first.

He hoped you preferred younger men, despite his slight age difference. He vowed to bring you pleasure so intense that it would bring tears to your eyes. With your face flushed in red with his hands tracing over the curve of your body, admiring the plumpness of your swollen breast. The way your supple body would quiver and twitch with every flick of his tongue against your adorable clit, with your soft thighs grappling around his head much like soft pillows.

Ah, perhaps he shouldn't be thinking of such lustful matters.

Anyway, he was acutely aware that as a powerless and forgotten prince, his presence posed a constant danger to himself and those close to him. His older siblings, viewing him as a potential threat to the throne, could easily target him. He contemplated two options: either showing up at the King's castle, pleading with his father to take him back, or fleeing with you to another country. The idea of living as a commoner didn't seem so daunting, considering his current life despite his royal title. Yet, a third, more manipulative thought crept into his mind—perhaps he could exploit his younger sister's naivety to regain entry to the main palace, using her pity as a means to an end.

He believed that in the end, whatever sacrifices were necessary to attain the power to keep you would be worthwhile.