#tried to curl my hair a bit but i don't have that kind of patience

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Do you have ANY idea how long I'm going to be washing mascara off tonight????

ANYWAY. I found my tooth & claw shirt.

#annie irl #tried to curl my hair a bit but i don't have that kind of patience #Local Goth Owns One (1) Pink Shirt For The Bit #Local Goth Does 2000s Neutral Eyeshadow For The Bit

[kyokutsu-sama]

As today is my baby's birthday so I made him a surprise. A little scenario between Jushiro and Reader 😊

Tw: Fluff and a kinda nsfw at the end

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You walked through the streets of seireitei towards the 13th division estate to meet your beloved jushiro. Today was his birthday and you couldn't remain indifferent to a special day like this one. Sentaro and Kiyone are probably killing each other to see who will give the best present for their beloved captain. Jushiro has enormous patience to put up with these two every day. He just laughed at the two of them without saying anything. He loved them both equally though they both fought to see who was better in Jushiro's eyes but there was someone he loved more than anything, you. You came to see how he was doing and you also brought him some sweets that he liked so much and especially you would bring him the love and affection he deserved.

You entered Ugendo but he wasn't there and you decided to go see if he was near the lake where he used to meditate or feed the carps and there he was. Sitting by the lake with eyes closed while meditating. You tried to surprise him, but as you approached him you could already see his lips curling into a smile. He had felt your reiatsu even before you entered his property. He turned his angelic face towards you to greet you and you smiled at him and gave him a kiss which he returned.

"Is everything ok with you my precious and handsome captain ?"- You asked him

"Yes, the day is going well for me"- he said smiling at you

"It's so comforting to hear that. After all, today is your birthday"

"Don't worry so much about it, besides I don't even know how old I am anymore. I'm already so old"

"Don't say that love, you look so young and I want to celebrate with you"

"You always make sure to make me happy, thank you dear"

"No need to thank me, look here, I brought you candy. I know you love it"

"Oh my it wasn't necessary so much"

"Don't be like that, you've been amazing to me and to your subordinates, we all love you and we really want you to be well, don't forget that, yes?"- You said giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Jushiro stared at you a little looking for words but his eyes had the words he didn't say. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you back on the forehead. He looked at you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and ran his soft hand over your cheek.

"You are the best gift that world has given me and that's why I don't need other gifts because I have you"

"You are also very special to me"

Without hesitating another second you placed your hands on his face and kissed him intensely. He put his hands on your waist and gave you a little squeeze. As your need for each other increased, you thrust your tongue into his mouth as he slid his hands down your curves until reach to your thighs.

"J-Jushiro..."- you moaned into his mouth

"What?"-he said pulling away from the kiss.

"Take me to your room, please"

He smiled and in a quick movement grabbed you by the thighs and carried you to his room.He left you on the futon and placed himself on top of you while kissed you slowly. You loved the slowness with which he kissed you and the softness of his lips on yours. He was an angel and his white hair that fell over their shoulders was what gave him an angelic look. You two were undressing little by little and he kissed every corner of you with love.

"Your body is beautiful, I love every bit of your body. It makes me feel so good"- he said as he kissed down your body

"you too... You are so kind and caring I love you so much Jushiro "

You always protected and helped each other and never gave up on each other. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. You loved to please him and he felt loved with you by his side. You could hug him, kiss him, fuck him until there was no tomorrow, you would never get tired of him or him of you. You would always be there no matter what ❤️

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He and shunsui are going to be my death one of these days🛐😫

#bleach #gotei 13 #bleach fandom #jushiro ukitake #bleach scenarios #bleach x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Worthless - Chapter 7

*Warning Adult Content*

Asher

An inky blackness that no light could hope to penetrate surrounded me.

It flooded my head, making it impossible for me to form any coherent thoughts.

I had no clue where I was or even who I was.

All I could feel was pain.

I heard but couldn't understand the voices coming from the darkness.

They sounded panicked and angry.

I went on like this, my thoughts fading in and out of the darkness, for what seemed like an eternity.

I didn't know how much time passed before I realized that the pain was dulled.

It was more of an ache now.

I think it was because of the warmth radiating from an unknown source, never seeming to leave my side.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

My thoughts were startles at the sudden voice.

It was rich, a voice that held strength but kindness as well.

It sounded tired, worry radiated from it.

"Patience Kade. He was in bad shape when you found him."

Another voice answered.

This caused the first voice, Kade growled and moved away, the warmth going with him.

"Healing will take time but he's rapidly improving. I think that he'll be up and running soon."

"Why hasn't he shifted back then?"

It hit me.

They were wolves.

Thank the heavens that I didn't shift while knocked out.

I willed my body, which had tensed at the realization that I was in an unknown location surrounded by wolves, to relax and opened my eyes a bit, looking through my eyelashes.

I was rested on a cot of some kind and was being held in a white room.

There were two doors, one was open while the other had two figures in front of it.

One was a shorter, wiry man who wore a white coat and glasses.

The other was surely what one would call beautiful.

Though he looked worn he had a rugged handsomeness to him that had my heart beating a little faster than usual.

I wanted to shift and run my fingers through his black hair.

My eyes roamed his body, noticing how his tighter shirt easily let me see the way his muscles bunched up.

And his eyes, which were a dark green that faded into a yellow as it neared the pupil, held a depth of... wait.

I hadn't noticed when the men fell silent but they were now looking at me.

My heart sped up as the green-eyed man started to approach.

Before I could think I was up and running, ignoring the pain that shot through my body.

I flew through the open door into a dark hallway that didn't match the white room in the least.

Door after closed door passed and I changed floors multiple times to keep out of the wolves' reach.

I wasn't smelling my own scent so I couldn't have been going in circles.

'How big is this place?'

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a doorway downstairs.

I made a sharp right, flying down the flight of stairs and immediately slid to a stop when I entered.

There were more wolves, all stopping what they were doing to turn and stare at me.

My ears twitched as footsteps pounded down the staircase I just went down.

Before they could register anything, I broke off our stare down and started running again.

I could hear a condition behind me, theirs pleas to stop just spurred me to go faster.

I ran for what felt like forever before I reached what seemed to be their garage.

Like the rest of the house, it was huge.

There were various vehicles which I wound my body around, looking for a way out.

I didn't know what kind they were but they looked expensive.

My breath hitched and I let out a whimper when I realized that all the exits were closed off.

"Shh baby, you don't have to run."

A warmth spread across my body, warning me that the green-eyed man was behind me.

Hackles raised, I turned around.

He was a few yards away, his hands held up to show he meant no harm.

He wore a soft expression, lips curled in a smile

The others were around him but they, however, looked ready to defend if I tried to attack.

Honestly I don't think it'd do much good if I did.

"You need to be careful. With all the chaos his wounds have probably reopened."

The man in the glasses who was also in the room I woke up in, warned.

Now that I wasn't running I realized that he was human.

"I know Gunnar, I can smell the blood."

Kade looked at me with worry.

I could smell it as well.

"Step away Kade. It isn't good to back a wolf into a corner."

My gaze shot to the man who entered and then to a young blonde girl who held the hand of a small boy.

'What the hell are they doing here?'

Kade

I knew as soon as my mate had woken.

It didn't come as a surprise that he ran, he's done it before.

It did surprise me that it took so long to catch him.

Even though almost everyone at the pack-house was helping he still managed to scamper just out of our reach.

We were finally at a standstill.

Thalia, Rory, Gunnar, Liam, Rowan and myself had positioned ourselves around the garage, cutting off my mate's escape, when Eric entered.

My mate tensed as he saw the young she-wolf and pup we found follow in human form.

She had told us that her name was Riley and the young boy was Fallon.

She refused to give us anymore information until they saw my mate was safe.

It irked me that they had such a bond with my mate but I'm glad he had someone.

The way things looked at the cabin, the treatment he received wasn't anything new.

Just thinking about it made my blood boil.

My attention shifted back to my mate who was currently growling at Eric.

It filled me with pride that he was so bold even in his current state.

"It's alright Asher, they didn't do anything to us."

My mate's gaze snapped back to the girl, surprise clearly written in his eyes.

Asher... so that was his name.

The little boy suddenly ran forward, crashing into Asher and burying his face in his fur as he hugged my mate.

I could feel the pain it caused and without thinking, let out a low growl, reaching for the blonde-haired boy.

Asher shook away Fallon while Riley ran over.

They stood protectively over the quivering child.

Asher let loose a growl more dangerous than my own and bared his teeth.

It cut deep, my mate's fury but I understood.

I quickly backed up, hands raised defensively, an action I've been doing a lot lately.

"Kade didn't mean anything by it, Asher was it? He only wanted to make sure the boy didn't cause you anymore pain."

At Gunnar's words the little boy let out a small gasp.

"Asher I didn't mean to hurt you."

Tears were spilling over.

The growling immediately stopped and Asher turned to the boy, his expression soft, showing that he wasn't mad.

After my mate had finally calmed Fallon down, Eric cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry for how things have turned out. We never meant for any of you to feel threatened by us, the situation could have been handled better."

Eric looked at me before continuing.

"My name is Eric Blackwood, descendent of Fry Blackwood and Alpha of the Blackwood pack. The man who you were just growling at is Kade. He's the Blackwood Beta. We brought you here because we want you to join us. I promise that we are nothing like your last pack. We will protect you."

They were silent for a minute before it hit them.

Tears streamed down Riley's face as she hugged Fallon.

My mate, however, just stood there, staring at Eric.

'He doesn't believe you.' I sent to Eric through the link.

'I know. It'll be hard, maybe even impossible, to get him to fully trust us but he will do what is best for the other two.'

Eric was right.

Though I'd hate to use that against him, it seemed like the only way.

"If we join, what will you do to us?" Riley spoke up.

"Nothing. We're a family, that is what a pack should be and would never harm you or force you to do things you don't want to. You can pursue whatever interests you and go where you like though there are rules that every wolf must follow. We'll talk about those another time if your interested."

They looked to Asher, pleading with their eyes.

I could see my mate try to calculate every possible outcome, trying to figure the best route.

It lasted a whole five minutes before he looked away with a sigh, causing the two to grin and hug him, quickly pulling back when he yelped.

"So how do we do we join?" Fallon piped up.

We looked at him blankly.

"Didn't you do it in your last pack?"

Riley shook her head.

"We've never been apart of a pack."

"Then if the wolf scents weren't your packs, who had you locked up?" Rory asked.

Riley shared a look with Asher, as if asking whether it was okay or not to answer.

My mate gave a slight nod and looked away, refusing to meet her gaze.

Riley turned back, swallowing before she spoke.

"A human... Asher's father."

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

HI!FIRST OFF I WANNA SAY THAT U SEEM SO NICE WTH,BE MY FRIEND??

I wanted to ask you,who you think i'm the most compatible with :) and also sorry if my english is bad!!

So I'm an INFJ,my sexuality is bisexual and my pronouns are she/her!

You can say that i'm a really quiet and awkward person when i'm first meeting people,but I can get really extrovert and energetic when I get to know them properly,but there are only like 2 people who see this side of me,so its kinda hard to get on this side of mine- i'm really sensitive and someone can make me cry really fast,especially when they are making comments about my appereance.I can also have really weird mood swings between anger,sadness and hapiness,but I would usually consider myself more as a happy person in overall,sometimes i'm making jokes that could be hurtful to others,but when i notice that the person doesn't like these jokes,then I would stop with them- i would call myself a really mature person too,I often try to handle out conflicts peaceful and its really really important to me how other people around me feel,i'm always really caring about people,even when they aren't nice to me,I also love it to cuddle,i'm a really clingy person to my best friends and my mother and I literally always wanna get a hug,lol.and I LOVE cats,I have one by myself!:) I also have a really weird addiction with cracking all of my bones which scares MANY people,I can also be a really stubborn person when I don't wanna do something

I'm about 5'3 tall and i'm a little bit chubby,I have long brown curled hair that goes over my shoulders,and I have blue eyes!Many people say that I have a really nasally voice and thats the reason why i'm also kind of insecure of my voice,in overall i'm really insecure about many things of myself

I'm really interested in horrormovies and also really scary tales,i also really enjoy it to bake and to be in town with my friends or just hang out with them!(I love food sm)

I love muzan and the uppermoons really much,so i prefer them a lil more to slayers,but in the end it's up to you tho!:)

THANK U AND BYEE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OF COURSE I WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND YOU ARE FAR TOO NICE TO ME THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION!

Let’s play the Game!

These are the results of the Matchmaker’s assessments:

Gyutaro: For you I found that you were most compatible with Gyutaro at a striking 75%! Gyutaro is shy, and has a lot of insecurities, he can be difficult to handle but the amount of love he holds in his heart surpasses everything. You are the best person for him because you understand him. You know how cruel the world is, and together you can find peace through each other. He’d be very reluctant at first maybe even as going far enough to say you don’t truly understand him. But your patience and constant reassurances will help him realize just how amazing you are. It will be hard work but soon enough your relationship will blossom. Gyutaro absolutely adores how clingy you are but he shows his affection weirdly. He may seem indifferent to it but in reality he can’t live without you. In fact he is so terribly dedicated to you that if anything ever did happen between the two of you, he would beg you to come back. (He’s just a baby at heart🥺). He finds you addiction stimulating, much like how he scratches him he find that you cracking your bones fascinating. Loves, loves, loves to cuddle! He’d be all over you in an instant just wrapping his big arms around you. He never wants you to hurt, so if someone made fun of you he’d take care of it. Literally loves you to the moon and back couldn’t ask for a better person to love you!

Kokushibou: At 25% Kokushibou is the next most compatible partner for you. He’s serious and is dedicated to his skill. That makes him aloof and often times hard to be around. Yet shown compassion and forgiveness by you that changes him. All his life he fought and tried to be at the same level as his brother, in the end he fell short. In the coming centuries he spent his time hating himself and trying desperately to become better, to become even more powerful. But when he met you he found another purpose in life, you showed him your kindness and love. He became softer and less brutal, he put you on a pedestal. He owed his life to you because you showed him a different way, he was special in your eyes, perfect in every way. He found what he had been searching for, he found acceptance and fulfillment.

Honorable mentions: Akaza!

Thank you for your submission you are so awesome and never let anyone tell you anything different! You are perfect the way you are! Thank you and if you have any request let me know! Btw we are friends now!

Thank you for playing!

[damonsvftie]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

MEGA MASTER LIST

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Summary: Teasing your boyfriend Draco Malfoy in places that are risky isn't the best idea but when he decides to get you back for it you have no where to run.

Warnings: Female oral/receiving and quite filthy umm- yeah and it’s 2.6k words in total

I  was sat at the back of Snape's classroom as i brushed my fingers across Draco's thigh causing him to straighten. My fingers were slowly dancing their way up when he grabbed at my hand from under the desk. "Stop it y/n," he mumbled through gritted teeth, on the verge of clearly moving his seat further away from me. The way his cheeks were flushing red made a small grin crawl across my face, especially when I knew the affect i had on him.

Snape had demonstrated the class on how to do a potions practical and now we were going to be doing our own with our partners. "I'll go get the stuff," i murmured with a grin as he slightly nodded. Placing the handful of ingredients onto the table, I by accidentally dropped one on purpose.

Bending down to pick it up, I  made sure that Draco was able to see whatever was visible under my hiking skirt, teasing him with the sight of my clearly soaking panties. From the corner of my vision, I  could see the way he gulped and tugged at his collar trying his hardest not to peek and get distracted.

helping him put the ingredients into the tiny cauldron, his hand quivered as he tried to maintain his patience. "You okay there?" I  teased, leaning across the the counter, face inches away from his. "Never been better," he mumbled frustratedly.

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"I'm so exhausted like honestly I could take a break right now," huffed Pansy as she plopped down next to Malfoy on the emerald green couch of the slytherin common room. "Snapes starting to get on my nerves, setting us exams every other day as if I don't have other things too do," groaned blaise, throwing his head back , slumping into his seat, his arms crossed against his chest.

I decided to go and meet Draco since today was a Saturday although  he clearly mentioned that he was going to be studying with his other group of posse and he didn't want me near him but I could care less about what he wanted. Swinging the substantial doors of the common room open, i trotted towards the three of them, swiftly placing myself onto Draco's lap, my arms flung around his shoulder as Pansy rolled her eyes and blaise shook his head.

"Can you two get a room?" They chimed in unison. Draco shifted uncomfortably under me, slowly removing my hands of him pushing me away a little. "Not today y/n, we have to finish this assignment off and your only going to get in the way," he explained, in a certain demeanour.

Glancing at one another, Parkinson and Zabini got up and headed for the door. "Don't worry about it Draco we'll finish it off," she explained, a small giggle trailing her words as they both shut the door behind them leaving the two of us alone.

"Turning me down were you?" I raised a brow, my hands on my hips as my facial expressions turned serious. "Why- What are you going to do about it?" He answered back, a small grin crawling across his face. The clattering of my shoes became more audible as I seductively walked towards him. I started to softly lower myself down onto his lap, straddling him as my finger ran down his chest. "Things you won't imagine," I muttered, my glossy lips ghosting against his. "Do you really think it's a good idea too disobey the slytherin princess?" The tone of my voice cocky as I purred into his ear.

Pulling away purposely, I smoothed out the fabric of my clothes, heading for the door while I gave him one last glance, my tongue swiping across the top of my teeth.

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"What's the occasion?" Questioned Draco as he drummed his fingers impatiently on the table in the great hall. Purposely ignoring him, I began speaking flirtatiously to Blaise Zabini, a small grin smearing across his face as I bit my lower lip. Today I had curled my hair and applied some makeup to slightly enhance my features. Since today was a Saturday, that meant I didn't have to wear my uniform so I ended up wearing a plaid, mini skirt paired with a green crop top and last but not least, styled with some doc martens.

Malfoy sat there  staring down at his plate, stealing a few glances towards me as i twirled a loose strand around my finger while I openly flirted with one of his minions. "Zabini.. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to help me with my homework... only if you want too," the last of my words rolling of the tip of my tongue smoothly as my eyes diffused into a darker shade. "No- you don't need his help," interrupted Draco as he pulled on my arm dragging me out of the great hall.

Striding through the corridors, pulling me along with him he suddenly pinned me against the wall. "Do you have any idea about what your doing," he sneered, his eyes boring into my soul as a sheepish smirk appeared across my visage. "No.. not at all. Why?" My voice innocent as I played with his mind. "You think it's okay to be such a tease?" His words barely coming out of his mouth as he grinded his teeth together. "You think it's okay to walk around with that fucking tiny skirt and turn me on like that?" He spoke while he breathed down my neck. "I have no idea wh-what your talking about," my words tripping over one another as I attempted to put up my act.

His lips ghosted over mine as his fingers trailed down my body causing me to shudder. Sending me on the edge of breaking character, his thumb slightly pulled down on my lower lip, exposing my flesh as I almost started to melt underneath him. Since I couldnt let that happen, I hastily swapped positions so that he was now flipped under me. "Impatient are we?" I questioned teasingly while the tip of my finger traced the outline of his jaw, later waking off into the other direction, intentionally making sure I swayed my hips.

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Deciding that it was for the best, I somehow ended up leaving Draco alone. No more teasing, no more nothing. He was beginning to get irritated with me and seeing him get infuriated was the last thing anyone wanted so I ended up backing out.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked while I lifted his arm so I could slip under him. He harshly pulled away from my grasp and neither did he reply. "Draco... I'm sorry," the last of my words becoming quiet as I backed away from him.

"I thought I told you that I hate being teased in public," the tone in his voice filled with anger as he got up from the couch, his back turned towards me. "I know but- its kind of fun seeing you all flushed," I responded before he cut me off. "Flushed? You tease me, you play with me and then you go after Blaise?" He groaned, turning his twisted face around as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Okay I'm sorry- I'll quit being such a tease. I won't do it next time," I huffed as he looked me up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. Leaning into my ear, his other hand snaked across my waist as he whispered gently causing me to flush. "There won't be a 'next time',"

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The next day I went down to the great hall for some breakfast and sat myself down next to Goyle. "Can someone pass me the syrup?" My voice eager to devour the stack of pancakes in front of me until I saw Draco walking into the halls with his arm slung over Pansy Parkinson.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breathe, as they took their seat opposite me. Aware that he was just trying to get me back, I ignored their presence and continued feasting on the delicious food that sat before me. Glancing up at him through my thick lashes, I could see the distorted look on his face as he furrowed his brows in confusion. He probably thought to himself 'why isn't she paying attention?'.

The whole day had passed by and I sat in 4th period besides Hermione Granger, slumping deeper into my seat the more she shot her hand up to answer the teachers questions. My gaze diverted onto the clock, watching it tick away. There were only 2 minutes left until class ended and I was particularly eager about 5th period mainly because it was Snape's class and Draco was my partner.

I wanted to see what type of show he was going to put up so I threw my head back against my chair waiting until the professor dismissed the class. Grabbing my stuff and walking down to Potions class, I sucked in a sharp breathe before entering and taking my seat beside Malfoy. Scooting myself away from him, I acted as if he was invisible and fixed my attention onto the lesson.

"Mad are you?" He whispered, moving his chair closer to me, a wide grin curling from the corner of his mouth. "Why would I be mad? I'm not your girlfriend anyways," I firedback uninterested. "What makes you say that?" The tone in his voice softer than before as he glanced at my side profile. "I mean aren't you with Pansy?" I spoke lifelessly as if this subject was the most dead thing ever. "Could say the same for you... aren't you with Zabini?" His voice sending me over the edge, my mouth breaking out into a small smile.

"You really do know how to get on my nerves don't you?" My nose scrunching up as I flicked my hair in his face. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my knee, pulling at it. "Draco- What are you doing?" I questioned as my breathing hitched. "payback," he replied as his eyes changed into aluminium grey while he looked up at me through his dense, long lashes, lifting a brow.

Pushing my skirt past my thighs, his long fingers, corded with blue veins, glided up the silky, smooth surface of my skin causing me to purse my lips tightly as I gripped onto the edge of the desk. Inch by inch, he gradually closed the distance between the tip of his fingers to My now pulsing cunt. The heat raised to my cheeks making me blush hard as he sensually dragged his finger up my fully clothed heat making me jolt out of my seat, panting slightly.

"Miss. Y/l/n your disturbing the class, please take your seat now," ordered Snape as I ran my hand over my hair in second hand embarrassment. "Right- I'm sorry," I apologised before wearily seating myself again, a tiny giggle being held back from Draco.

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"What the HELL do you think you were doing back there? You could have got us both into trouble!" My voice raising at him. "Darling relax, your only being like this because I almost embarrassed you," he stated, a look of temptation appearing on him. Plopping myself onto my bed I crossed my arms. "Can't you just leave me alone like I did with you?" I argued as he stood leaning against the wall with a cocky smirk that soon vanished. "No. You should have known better and now you've got no where to run," he retorted, as he came closer towards me, his hair tousled and his tie hung loosely around his neck. "What makes you think you can get away with anything?" He asked as he crouched down, his face level with mine.

Deciding to be mature, I kept my mouth closed instead of fighting back because I full on knew things would get out of hand. "Can't give me an answer now can you?" He taunted his grin drooping as his facial expression transitioned into a look of perilous. Grabbing at my face, forcing me too look straight into his intimidating gaze he leaned into my ear whispering 'open your legs' before shoving me back.

He was fuming with anger and I knew there was nothing better than getting him exasperated, especially when he looked incredibly sexy and irresistible. “No, were already One On One,” I answered making him cock his brow. “Did you just disobey me? I said open. Your. Legs,” his voice coarse and rough. “Make me open them,” I replied innocently, as I closed my legs tight.

Pushing my knees apart, he hooked his arms into my legs pulling me closer to the edge of my bed, my skirt riding up. Propping up on my elbows, I batted my lashes as if I were to be the most holy and pure person ever. “You dare disobey me like that,” he sneered before brushing his fingers against my pulsating cunt causing me to shift under him. The way his arm pushed my small figure deep into the mattress as he placed his tongue onto my clothed heat made me whimper underneath. “Oh my mer-,” I struggled to say as his tongue teased the skin on the side of my heat making me ache.

Within seconds, he looped a finger onto my soaking, transparent panties, pulling them to the side to take a quick view of my now throbbing pink, pussy that practically wanted him all over me. Trying to wriggle out of his firm hold, he pushed me down even deeper, as I tried to shimmy my skirt down past my thighs until he shoved away my hand. “Keep it on,” he demanded.

Positioning his head in the place I needed him the most he again pulled my panties to the side, blowing cold air onto my throbbing clit making me squirm. Giving me a little grin, he devoured into my entrance, slowly and sensually pulling and lapping at my clit, sending me into a sudden state of euphoria. Adding his thumb in, he rubbed slow and delicate circles on my little bundle of never as he ran his tongue up and down my slit continuously before applying even more pressure to my nerve. “Draco I- please- I cant,” my voice begging him to stop as the feeling made me sensitive.

I could hear him growl ‘No’ deeply into my pussy, sending me over the edge, making me tug at his tousled blonde strands as he made out with my heat. Plunging two digits into my entrance without a warning, I let out a huge moan as he picked up the pace of his thrusting while he multitasked. “Draco oh god- I cant take it anymore,” my pleading voice breaking in between as my legs shook, trying to close around his head.

Almost on the edge of releasing, he withdrawed away from me, almost panting as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why did you stop?” I squeaked as I say upright. “That’s what you deserve,” he responded as he adjusted his tie his fingertips now running through his hair. Trying to shut my legs together, I squealed in desperation for the numb feeling to go away. “Draco- I cant walk, I’m sore as hell,” I whined as I threw my head back in pain.

“Learn how to walk yourself,” he riposted before heading his way out of the door.

#draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x slytherin #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x gryffindor!reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco x slytherin!reader #draco x gryffindor!reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco x ravenclaw!reader #draco x reader #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco x slytherin #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy masterlist #harry potter masterlist #hp

[k1sstaegi]

Not the Same

Pairing: Hoseok x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: After catching your now ex boyfriend cheating on you, Hoseok is the one to be there for you…but he’s not the same Hoseok that you remembered.

Notes: This smut is so bad in my opinion, but hopefully y’all will like it😖 also… I’M BACK (this fic is so bad oml, don’t hate😭)

“K- kai? Jennie?” you say hesitantly as you walked in on your boyfriend inches deep inside of your so-called best friend. You watch as both their faces dropped and showed fear and disappointment. Kai hesitantly walks up to you, leaving Jennie’s half-naked body on the sink. You stand frozen as Kai walks towards you. The sickening sight of him boiled your blood, especially this sight.

“Y/n please let me explain. I’m sorry..“ He says. Word after word that flowed from his lips angered you more by the second. Your patience was running out and your temper was flaring. Rage boiled through your body. You barely had a chance to think of your actions. The only thought running through your head was getting him to shut up.

You pursed your lips and raised your hand back. You threw your hand forward as hard as you could, whipping it across his face. The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the bathroom walls. Vibrations of pain started in the palm of your hand and spread all the way to your finger tips. Your palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on his face. He stared at me with his eyes wide as his hand slowly made it to his fire red cheek.

You thought that you should've felt some kind of remorse. But you didn't. Not one organ in your body could produce guilt for your actions. Your whirled on your heel and marched away. You never looked back to see him watch you leave. You were heart broken.

You began to rush down the hall, urgently looking for a way out of there. You ran as fast as you could, barely rounding a corner before slamming into someone causing you to fall. You felt a sharp ache on your bottom causing you with wince at the pain.

“Y/n?” You hear a familiar voice. You looked up to see your bestfriend, you guys became distant ever since university since you both ended up fitting into different friend groups and they pulled you apart. He holds his hands out for you to take but you couldn’t bring yourself to, you stare at his hands blankly. Hoseok realizes you won’t take his hand so he takes yours and helps you up. You felt embarrassed to be in this situation, your hands and legs trembled, you could feel a lump in your throat, you couldn’t even bring yourself to lift your head and look the eyes of Hoseok. “Y/n, look at me.” Hobi says, placing his finger under your chin and lifting your head to make eye contact. He notices your red eyes and the slowing drying year stains that covered your cheeks. He places his hands, cupping your have in a very concerned worried manner. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You tried holding back tears, and as a habit, you bit your lip to do so. Hobi knows of this habit and gently pulls your lip from between your teeth with his thumb as he gently grazes his finger over your bottom lip. “Don't bite, just tell me” You stare at him as you build the courage to tell him what happened, and as you do so you see the raging burn through the concerned innocent look in his eyes. They grew dark and furious. Hobi stands straight and let's out a sigh and wraps his arm around you. “Let’s go, I'll take you to my house.”

You lightly nod in response as Hobi leads you to the front door. As you were walking past a crowd of people Hobi happened to bumb into Kai. Kai turns around, one drink in hand, and glare at Hobi. Hobi give him a cold stare before removing his arm from you and pushing you behind him. “Move Kai” He says firmly. He tried walking past him but Kai firmly pressing his hand against his chest stopping him which fuel all the rage that was building up in him.

Hobi purses his lips before raising his hand, clenching it into a fist and clashing it into Kai’s face causing the whole room of people to go silent only letting gasps and “woah” be heard. You gasp, covering your mouth as Hobi gave Kai one last head turning punch to the lip. Kai turns his head back to reveal the bloody nose and cut lip Hobi gave him. He gives it a slight touch and winces in pain before looking up at Hobi as he grabs your hand and walks you out to his car like nothing happened.

You sat in the car still processing what had just happened. You looked over at Hobi who had a blank expression on his face which you never see. He is always smiling or has some sort of expression to shows you how he’s feeling, but right now he is just blank. Your eyes glaces over at his fist. The one he used to hit Kai. Slightly covered in his blood. You looked away quickly and saw that you guys made it to Hobi’s house.

He helps you inside and guides you to the bathroom. “Here, take a shower and I’ll bring you clothes” He says as you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You took a shower and changed into the clothes Hobi gave you and you decided to sit in the living room while Hobi joined you for comfort and to make you feel less at home in a way.

“Thanks for taking me here” you say trying to break the awkward silence that was building between the two of you.

“Don’t worry about it” He says

You wanted to ask why he did that in the first place. Yes, you guys are friends but he acted out as if you were more than that.

“How’s your hand?” You ask

Hobi looks at his fist and shows you the bruises on his knuckles, “Looks fine to me if I do say so myself” He says jokingly making the both of you chuckle. You scoot over sitting close to him as check his hand out.

“Not gonna lie, I was pretty surprised by the way you acted tonight” You say with a small smile. You looked up to see Hobi staring deeply at you which made you nervous. “That’s not the Hobi I remembered.”

Hobi moves closer to your face, his breath warming your lips just inches away from touching. It made your mouth water to feel his lips on your. Made you hungry for him for some reason. “Well I’m not the same Hobi anymore y/n” He said lowly

Your breath hitches as Hobi crashing his lips onto yours taking you by surprise. His kiss made it feel as if he was just as hungry as you were, maybe even hungrier. He began kissing you harder and harder as he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you up right. You ran your finger through his hair as you moaned into the kiss making Hobi groan, wanting more of you. He slowly yet eagerly moves down your neck and gently lays you down on the sofa and hovers over you with one legs between yours. You felt vulnerable but loved it as Hobi marked every inch and crook of your neck. Making you into a squirming mess. You finally gave in and relaxed your body while Hobi did his thing on it. Your hand found it’s way to his arm as you gripped onto it tightly when Hobi pushed his leg against you.

“Mhm~” you moaned as you began you rub yourself against Hobi bare thigh. You felt your panties getting wetter by the second.

Hobi fondles your breast before quickly moving his hand to your panties. He moves away from his neck and licks the saliva from his lips and smirks at you. He looks down as trails his finger across your panties. He slowly moves his hand inside your panties only to grip onto your waist.

“So tell me y/n…” He says as he slowly slide his hand down to skim over your clit through the cloth. You gasp slightly and let out a small moaning gasp. He circles his finger around your clit and gradually rubs you faster and faster. You enjoyed the pleasure so much your back began to arch and you let out a line of curse words and moans.

Hobi stops and smirks before looking at you and ripping your panties off in one gesture. He slowly slips his middle and ring finger in your mouth as your coat it in saliva and he then does the same. He slide his finger down your folds and thrusts them deeply into your hole making you scream and burry your face into his shoulder. He lets out a deep chuckle and whispers in your ear, “How much are you liking his new Hoseok?” He continuously thrusts his fingers into you and kisses ur neck overwhelming your body with pleasure. You already feel yourself coming close to your high and Hobi notices.

“Look at me while I make you cum” Hobi says as he continues to finger your hole.

You look into Hobi’s eyes as he curls his finger to the roof of your pussy making you cum all over his fingers in a loud moan.

“Fuck y/n~” Hobi grunts and he slowly slides his finger out of your pussy and rubs your pussy, overstimulating you. He removes his hand from your throbbing red pussy and licks the cum from his fingers before grabbing your face and kissing you, making you taste yourself. You moan as Hobi grips on your neck and pulls away from the kiss. You look at him as you try to catch ur breath and process everything that happened.

“You’re so beautiful when you look a mess” Hobi says, pushing ur hair back. His grip around ur neck tightens and Hobi leans in. “Let’s make you more beautiful”

#bts smut #kpop smut #smut #hobi sunshine #bts jhope #jhope x reader #hoseok lq #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok #hoseok smut #bts hoseok #soft smut #bts fanfic #bts fic

[missblissy]

HERES MAH TWO CENTS ON ALASTOR

1. He only knows swing dance. Like that's the only ballroom dance he knows which he does well don't get me wrong - but he doesn't know waltz, tango and so on. While he only knows one that doesn't mean he won't learn the others like a duck out of water after a few minutes of teaching him the basic steps, that man can freestyle and improvise like a figurative muthafucka!

2. This mans attention goes brrrrr. Since he gets bored easily he makes multiple projects only to either abandon all of them or only finish one (am I hardcore projecting? No tf you mean–)

3. Circlin back to the second point he learns all the hobbies and retains none. He gets into paper making, book-binding, and calligraphy, a bit on leather craft with the intention of making his own grimoires. Buuut like most of the time he overestimates his patience and attention so that ends up under the desk. Alternatively he puts it in his drawer and forgets its existence as soon as it's out of sight.

(Ha I'm not calling out myself ha ha help)

Final point!

4: Contradictory to Alastor's overall presentation as a neat gentleman (the word 'neat' is on thin fuckin ice my man can't even tailor his suit back together or tie his hair back) he has scratchy ineligble handwriting. Its like Morse code decided to hook up with slashes for the night and we end up with something that looks like a doctors prescription done on gun point. (This is my personal favourite, I like handwriting I think it says alot about a person.)

Oooooo 7.5/10 nonny. Personally, I think Alastor does have some hobbies he sticks to forever, and he does them perfectly. Like cooking, stitching, writing, music, and my personal fave, radio mechanics (like how to build and fix them), and a few others I won't name. I can TOTALLY see him constantly trying new things though, only to abandon them halfway through because he got bored, or because he wasn't perfect at it. I like to think that Alastor is a perfectionist and hones his craft until it's second-hand nature to him, the ones that he keeps that is xD

Though I have to say I think Alastor can dance many dances of all kinds but that's just because I feel like he also did a little musical work as well, like in theaters and such just for fun. Musical acting is something that would always keep him on his toes, he'd never know what to expect next, he enjoys the stage and it fills his ego to have all those people clap for him. BUT THAT'S JUST ME LOL I can def see him avoiding dances he doesn't know just because he doesn't want to look stupid doing it.

I also am a believer that Alastor has many styles of handwriting, much like we all do. I have my natural written pattern which is TRASH but fast. Alastor's natural handwriting is def messy, but this man also has times when he can do some lovely cursive, seeing as in history that most people from his time were still writing in cursive. THAT DOESN'T MEAN ANYONE CAN READ IT. Yes, It's lovely, loopy, feminine and it seems like a girl wrote it with lots of T's and Dot's crossed with a little curl. But Can you read that shit? Because I'VE TRIED READING HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS WRITTEN FROM THE 20s AND YEAH THAT SHIT LOOKS PRETTY AS FUCK BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ IT.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor headcanons #asks #anon #nonny #answered

[kiame-sama]

Hello again lovies~ We have some more story with our favorite yandere DILF!

This is how our aggressive Yandere behaved during the third pregnancy and seeing what Killua looks like for the first time. Starting with initial conception to a bit of domestic time after birth.

As we begin with 'the making of' that indicates a good moment of +18 viewers.

WARNINGS ⚠: dub-con Lemon, cute mothering moments, hormone fluctuation, SUPER CUTE (sickeningly cute) MOMENTS, intense descriptions during birth, birthing complications, domestic moments.

~~~~~~~~

It was a cold November evening, and for once you really wished your husband was present. You curled your lip at the thought of being married to the man who held you captive, but after fifteen years it became less of a concern. If anything, you were more concerned for your two sons and how little you got to see them. You were able to spend so little time with either of them and often fretted about their well-being.

The only thing that kept you going were the far and few between visits you were able to have with them. You loved your sons and would do anything for them.

But for now, you had to figure out the best way to stay warm at night since Silva had been oddly absent for a couple of days. He had done so in the past but this time he seemed to be taking longer than usual. He refused to leave you alone at any given time, so his absence was rather unsettling.

Silva actually always kept your 'cell'  cold in the evenings as it encouraged you to be more accepting of his advances. He was basically a space-heater and- though it pains you to admit- he was extremely comfortable to curl up with. But when he was absent it was punishingly cold, and it wouldn't take long for you to break out the extra blankets.

On some occasions, you would even drag your blankets to your corner since it tended to be a little bit warmer than the reset of your cell. But for now, the blankets were warming and shielded you from the cold that flowed through your room.

You were in the mental state of somewhere between awake and asleep when you heard him. The door to your cell had made an awful noise as it closed, giving the usually stealthy assassin away. You couldn't help but feel too tired to rouse yourself in response to his presence as he entered the room.

You made a small and sleepy noise when the bed dipped down as he joined you, easily sliding beneath the blankets and reaching out to you. The moment his warm hand came in contact with your cold skin, you were pressing against him. The heat that rolled off of his body was a tempting trap that you happily snuggled into, letting the warmth seep in.

He was so damn warm and comfortable pressed against you. You wanted nothing more than to just bask in that warmth and drift off into nothing when you felt his hands slowly pushing up your shirt.

Why is it always like this? Why does he always feel the need to be inside of you every time he returns?

You should be used to it by now, given the fact it has been near 15 years since you had first been taken. Still you couldn't seem to find a routine. Regardless of that fact, he was fairly consistent with what he wanted from you.

You whined when his warm hand came up to cup your breast, the feeling oddly pleasurable to your sleep fogged mind. You barely registered the feeling of your clothes being tugged off and the cold that nipped at your skin from beyond the blanket.

"No..."

Your sleepy rejection went unheard or unnoticed by the man above you, his lips descending to your neck. You felt the faint pressure of his hips against your own paired with the bites and licks on your neck. It didn't take long for his fingers to find their way to your throbbing sex, teasing and rubbing at your entrance.

You mewled and moved your hips with his strokes, tired eyes closing. It seemed he had no patience for foreplay or much else beyond stuffing himself into your heat as you felt him lift your leg over his hip. He let out low noises of pleasure as he let his hot cock slide through your folds. Your toes curled and you let out faint moans, pushing against his chest weakly.

"Don't... I don't want.."

"Shh... Just keep your eyes closed and go to sleep."

You felt surprisingly soft lips press against your own as he slowly slid into you, the faint shot of pain rousing your mind just a bit as he bottomed out and settled. You could barely force your eyes to open as he began languidly thrusting into you, the sleepy haze in your mind heightening the feeling. You tried to force yourself to wake, but you couldn't help but let yourself get dragged deeper into sleep.

The rhythmic thrusting pulling you deeper into your haze, the low noises of moans in your ears having a near musical tone. His deep voice having such a husky hitch to it, hearing his growls and huffs as he pumped himself into you.

"My sweet wife... Just rest and let me take care of you. Be vulnerable and relax for me."

The comfortable warmth coming from his heated body against yours soothed your tense muscles, letting his firm body massage yours. The soft melody of sounds and rhythms soothing you and putting you to sleep.

~~~~~~~~

It seemed over the last month that Silva had grown rather fond of taking you in your sleep. Often you would wake just enough to feel your pleasure break over you or to feel him thrusting away into you. You were getting sick of his callous disregard for your opinion or want by fucking you while you were asleep.

Or perhaps you were just sick.

You lay on the tile floor, blanket wrapped around your exhausted figure. Somewhere in your mind you couldn't help but hope you just had the flu or something similar, but you knew that wasn't the case. You felt similar to how you did when you were pregnant with your two sons, and somewhere in your mind, you knew you were pregnant once again.

At least now Silva would leave you alone, right?

You figured you could test that theory later and get in a quick nap, but the tell-tale sound of the door opening dashed those thoughts.

"... Unwell again?"

He kneeled next to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and examined your pale face. It was as if you were experiencing a gentle touch far more willingly than you usually would, as you pressed your cheek into his hand. There was a quiet moment before he recoiled in shock.

You could barely hear his voice and only manged to pick up on a few words.

"Impossible. How could it already have unique nen so early?"

You were half tempted to question what he was talking about before you were picked up. You cried and whimpered at the loss of comfort, but Silva ignored your complaints and carried you to the large couch. You started to feel uncomfortable and warm as you lay on the plush surface, listening for Silva.

As you began to wonder if he had left without you knowing, a cool breeze began to steadily skate over your skin. The soft hum of a quiet motor reached your ears and you realized what it was. Silva must have set up a fan for you to keep your temperature down but still allow you to lay in comfort on the couch instead of the floor.

You don't know how long you lay in blissed out silence before an old and familiar voice reached your ears.

"Again? You two just breed like rabbits, don't you?"

"There's something different about this one."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at her nen."

"... How does it already have nen? It barely even has a heart-beat, it shouldn't have nen so early."

"It is different from the other two."

"This one should be monitored closely throughout the pregnancy as it grows-"

"I don't want it."

"Silva-"

"I have two sons already. I don't need another heir. I want it out of her now."

"Have you spoken with her about it?"

"I don't need to-"

It was then you decided to speak up, irritated with the back and forth jabbering. Your body, your baby, your rules.

"I'm keeping my baby. Just try and take it from me."

"(Y/n). You've already almost lost your life during delivery twice now. Do you want to chance it-"

"Just. Try. And. Take. It."

"(Y/n), stop being stubborn about this. Clearly this one is different from the other two. I don't want to risk your life again just for-"

"My womb. My baby. My decision. Not your's. Don't like it? Wear a condom for once or stop fucking me every day."

A sharp and familiar laugh split through the tension in the room, Zeno practically grinning ear-to-ear.

"Certainly have more bite to you than you did when you first got here. Figured out he won't kill you even if you snap at him? Silva, It seems your wife has spoken."

You could tell Silva was irritated with you by his clenched jaw and deep frown, but you also knew that he wouldn't punish you due to you being pregnant. It was not only a reprieve from sex, but a reprieve from his irritation.

Certainly you were going to be pleased with the months of rest from his insatiable sex-drive.

~~~~3 months in~~~~

As he had during your past pregnancies, Silva took to obsessively holding you on his lap and having you checked with every twitch or grimace.

Oddly enough, it seemed you were reacting very differently to this pregnancy than you had your other two. You couldn't help but cuddle and snuggle up with Silva any chance you got, much to his satisfaction. You became almost manic when left alone for more than ten minutes, entering into a constant state of worry. You felt the obsessive need to stockpile food as if you were worried you wouldn't be fed, even though Silva was dutifully getting your meals.

It seemed to be that you were only able to calm down from this state when he held you in his arms. Thus you rarely let him leave. When he would go to get up, you would just cling tighter to him and even shake in panic at the idea of him leaving.

It was a good thing that he refused to take contracts while you were pregnant, because leaving you alone was not an option. Not one he was willing to consider, anyway.

You still felt the usual exhaustion and unease as you did with your other pregnancies, but this was a different kind of unease. You were less concerned about how Silva would react to his new child, and more concerned about the child themselves. Something made you obsessively worry about losing your child during the pregnancy.

You knew it was likely nothing, but something just made you upset about it all. You had no concern of Silva taking your baby away- due to learning his lesson the first time- but that didn't alleviate your mind. All you could do was try to stay calm and just wait.

Somehow it soothed you that even though Silva did not want the child, he still took the time to listen to your fears and worries. He usually would assure you and tell you things will be fine and nothing bad is going to happen.

He is quite gentle with you while you're pregnant given your fragile condition. He also would not be able to withstand or tolerate your mourning should you lose the child. He would make sure the child lived just to keep you from falling into that kind of sorrow again.

His concern for your wellbeing is why he wanted to get rid of the child before you knew of its existence. He had done so in the past and managed to convince you that you were just sick when the signs began to appear. You never even knew what he had done and never realized why you had only been pregnant twice in 15 years even though he ensured to have sex with you every day.

He wanted to growl when he heard your tired voice say you wanted to keep it while he talked with his father. Well, he knew it was going to happen eventually. He could only get away with it for so long before you learned of it and desired to keep the child.

Now that you were aware of it, he would go through Hell just to keep you comfortable. He still had a bad feeling about this one though.

~~~~6 Months~~~~

You hummed softly as you ran your fingers through Silva's hair, still sniffling lightly and slowly getting your breathing under control.

You had begun having terrible nightmares and would wake up just screaming and wailing in agony. You were unusually difficult to console after waking. You never really did remember your nightmares, but you knew well enough that it was better you forgot them, given your sheer panic upon waking.

You knew Silva was still displeased with the pregnancy, but he said anything you wanted to hear to help soothe you. The first night you woke him with your thrashing and wailing, he was in a frazzled and panicked state. He couldn't figure out why you were screaming or what was wrong and being so powerless was infuriating to him.

Now he had taken to sleeping rarely and only resting for a few hours each night so he could keep an eye on you. But even with him at the ready to wake you the moment you seemed uncomfortable, there were still nights like this. Painful sobs and gasps wracking through your body as you clung to him.

Gone were the days of trying to shield your stomach from him in fear. Now you held tightly to him and pressed as close as your body would allow, stomach directly between the two of you. It was unreasonably soothing to you to hold onto him and just listen to him speak.

Weren't you supposed to hate him?

Regardless of how you felt in the past and how it felt like a betrayal now, you were not about to try to distance yourself from him. Not when his presence alone was so soothing to you in your distressed state.

His warm hands massaged your tense muscles. His soft hair was soothing between your fingers. His deep voice settling your frantic heartbeat. His firm body making you feel protected. Everything about him was what you desperately needed, and he couldn't be more thrilled.

He disliked seeing you upset, but he adored how cuddly you had become and how aggressively you clung to him. His only wish is that you continue your cuddling behavior even after the pregnancy is over.

~~~~8 months~~~~ (extra warning)

Something's not right. Something's wrong. Something's wrong. Something's wrong.

You knew it the moment you woke up, panicked and holding your stomach in agony. It was the middle of the day and Silva had stepped out not too long before you woke from your nap.

You knew something was wrong and you just screamed. Your body was filled with agony as you held your stomach, somewhere in your mind realizing that you were likely going to have to do this alone. You could barely move and the blood that coated your legs sent you into a frenzy of terror.

Pain was something you had experienced, this was something else all together. Somewhere in your mind you knew the child wouldn't be able to be born in a normal delivery. So, you did what you had to in order to save your baby.

Silva didn't keep knives around the room in order to ensure you couldn't hurt yourself, but he recently left a simple small knife on the counter before you fell asleep. It wasn't ideal, but it would damn-well have to do.

Thankfully, you had a vague idea of what to do, given the different medical books you had read over the years. You didn't feel much pain, adrenaline fueling your actions and steadying your hand. You were going to save your baby no matter what.

What felt like hours passed as you worked, propped up slightly against the couch. You knew you had done it when you heard that nasally snorting cry only newborns could make. The few things you remembered before finally passing out was a shock of white hair and piercing blue eyes cuddled up to your chest.

~~~~~~~~

Silva's brain still refused to process the events that followed when he returned to his wife's side.

He was unprepared for the snorting cries of his newborn infant and the horrific amount of blood that had no doubt come from his wife. She had been so pale with no color on her lips or face. The skin around her eyes were dark like pits and her chest barely moved.

He sat motionless with that image burned in his mind as doctors worked to save his only love. Why? Why had she done something so drastic? She should have just waited for him instead of going off the deep end.

He felt hate burning in his chest, not only for the infant but hate towards himself. He should have been there. How could he leave for so long like that? Just assuming she would still be sleeping by the time he got back. He shouldn't have left. If he had been there, none of this would have happened.

His father- as per usual- was the one who held and comforted the snorting and crying creature in his arms, refusing to allow Silva anywhere near. He knew what Silva would do to the infant if he was let near, and he wasn't about to let that happen. Not with how much potential and familial traits the infant already had.

The familial white hair and blue eyes of the Zoldyck family made the child's potential quite clear. Not to mention the overwhelming amount of nen the infant had despite being just born. The child had the nen of an adult and was likely only going to become stronger from there.

This child was the ideal Zoldyck. Zeno knew it, and Maha knew it. Silva didn't care. If he had his way that disgusting parasite would be dead by now.

He immediately stood the moment the door opened, the doctor's next words would dictate his actions from there.

"She's stable."

Almost as if his heart had been released from a vice, relief flooded his body at the news.

"It... Is a miracle she survived."

"How soon will she recover? That infant isn't worth her life to me."

"Well, there's something to that actually. Had she not done what she did, she would have died. We found that there was a complication with her dilation and that the infant was actually stuck inside of her. Had it remained that way, even for such a short amount of time, both would have died."

Now that was interesting. Silva knew that she had been worried from the very beginning even though countless checks said she would be fine. Had she known from the start of the pregnancy that something like this was going to happen? Had she been right to be concerned from the start?

Maha spoke up, now interested in the odd events that took place.

"So she was right to do what she had done to herself? She was correct in her actions?"

"Yes. Had she not done it, there would have been no saving her by the time we got to her. She is very fortunate, self performed c-sections always end in the mother passing away. This is likely a once in a million years kind of event."

Silva didn't care about their jabbering, he wanted to see his wife. He didn't stay to listen to them talk and instead immediately entered the room where she was being held.

It pained him more than words could describe to see her with so many marks and machines attached to her. But she was alive. He could work with that. Had she died, he would have... Well, no need to talk in hypotheticals.

~~~~~~~~

It had taken Illumi a moment to come to terms with the wiggling, snorting thing in his arms. This was what his mother almost died for? This pink squishy thing?

It was fascinating to him that this was why he almost lost his sweet mother. He had agreed long ago to keep an eye on any younger siblings he may have, but he would make note to watch this one closely. There had to be a reason his mom had gone through such lengths to keep this infant. He would be damned before all of her pain and suffering went to waste.

"What do you think of your little brother, Illumi?"

His mother's soft voice brought him back to the present. She was still bed-bound, but she wanted to be there when Illumi first met little Killua. He was pleased just to be able to be with her even if it meant he had to take care of the small infant in his arms.

His father stood, leaning against one of the walls and watching closely should anything happen. The similarities between them did not go unnoticed though.

"He looks like father."

"Yes... He does look a lot like your father."

Illumi knew he would never let anything happen to his little brother. He wouldn't let his mother down like that. Not with the amount of trust she's put in him.

He would ensure this child would never take on an opponent he was uncertain of defeating. He would make his mother proud of him and just how well he is taking care of his siblings.

He just hoped she wouldn't die over something like another kid. She was his mom and he didn't want her to ever be sad or to have her die any time soon.

If it meant he had to control and micro-manage his little siblings, he would.

#x reader #lemon #yandere #female reader #yandere x reader #hxh #fem reader #reader insert #silva #dub con #dubcon #non con #yandere silva x reader #yandere silva

[jaskierswolf]

HOWDY SOULMATE OF MINE. Can I please have some Jaskilion? I want lingerie and I want make up and I want blindfolds and I will cry if I don't get it. No pressure.

Let's just ignore the fact this is four months later... Oops. Please don't cry! Oh and thanks to @kuripon for beta-ing! This is based in my modern Jaskilion AU but all parts read well on their own as well.

This is Jaskilion smut. Rated E. Pretty much the prompt with added blowjobs.

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Silence was rare in Jaskier and Dandelion’s flat. They were both musically inclined which led to a cacophony of sound in the house. If they weren’t practicing for their fledgling band, then one or the other of them would be humming under their breath or scribbling down some rhyme on whatever paper they could find. So, silence was something that couldn’t often be found, and was not really appreciated by either musician. However, the silence in the flat that day was building an unspoken tension between them and Jaskier was loath to break it. It wasn’t often that he unpacked his drawing set, but words had escaped him for over a week and he was itching to create something, anything. The portrait had been Dandelion’s idea, and Jaskier loved any excuse to draw his friend.

Dandelion was, for lack of a better word, absolutely stunning. His almost elf-like beauty had lured Jaskier in like a moth to a flame… or more accurately a barista to the supply closet. It also made him a perfect subject for Jaskier’s drawing practice.

Especially when he sat so prettily on the chair, his hands tied behind his back and a silk tie wrapped around his head, keeping him blinded. Dandelion was wearing his favourite emerald green silk lingerie, the vibrant colour looking fucking radiant against his pale skin and long golden curls. To top the look off, his lips were painted a rich blood red and he looked absolutely sinful. Jaskier was having a hard time focusing on his drawing, pun intended.

He wanted nothing more than to rip that stupidly pretty silk off of Dandelion’s body but his friend had made him promise that he would finish his sketch first. It was going torturously slowly. He’d just about blocked out the rough shape but he was losing patience, which just wasn’t fair. Even tied to a chair and blindfolded, Dandelion still managed to command the room when he wanted. It was infuriating, and just a little bit sexy.

Jaskier sighed as he set aside his sketchpad, the sound clearly drawing Dandelion’s attention as the blond cocked his head.

“Jaskier?”

“I’m here,” he muttered, sighing again as he crossed the room, making sure his steps were audible even on the rug. He didn’t want to startle his friend. “I’m going to touch you.”

“How’s the drawing?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes as he brushed his fingers along Dandelion’s cheek. “Let me worry about that, you just stay sitting there for me, dear heart.”

“Well, I don’t appear to have much choice,” Dandelion scoffed haughtily, tugging half-heartedly at the silk ties behind his back. “I am your prisoner.”

Jaskier trailed his fingers down his friend’s neck, tracing the edges of the bra straps, enjoying the feel of the silk against his skin. He was delighted to see Dandelion’s shiver at his touch. He was even more delighted to see Dandelion’s cock straining against the silk panties. Despite his talk, Dandelion was not as unaffected as he liked to appear.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jaskier chided gently, letting his fingers hook under the silk, brushing against his friend’s nipples. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and Dandelion tilted his head back.

Jaskier bit back any other witty remarks as he removed his hands and as silently as possible, moved away from Dandelion. His friend let out a pitiful whine and just like that the power shifted between them and Jaskier smirked. The rug muffled the sound of his footsteps as he moved behind Dandelion, and the only sound in the room was the thundering of his own heart. It felt so loud in his chest he was sure that Dandelion would be able to hear it. Dandelion blindly looked around the room, cocking his head as he tried to pick up any sound that would give away Jaskier’s position.

“You better not have left me here,” Dandelion mumbled, sounding offended by the idea of it.

Jaskier barely managed to keep from laughing. They’d agreed that he would stay in the room the whole time, and he knew Dandelion trusted him to keep that promise, but Jaskier gently touched his friend’s shoulder. Dandelion yelped and jumped in his seat, letting out a string of profanities and finally Jaskier allowed himself to make a noise.

“Okay?” he asked, grinning despite himself.

“You bastard,” Dandelion grumbled but still leaned into Jaskier’s touch as Jaskier ran his fingers through his friend’s hair.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Jaskier promised and circled Dandelion, never taking his hands off Dandelion’s skin, trailing his fingers down Dandelion’s chest as he knelt in front of him.

He barely remembered to breathe as he looked up at his friend, blindfolded and so helpless above him. The trust they had in each other was unlike anything Jaskier had experienced before. It was a heady feeling, and there was no doubt how deep his friendship with Dandelion was. Anyone that said romance was more important than friendship needed a bollocking, and Jaskier sent up a quick prayer to any gods that might exist, thanking them for both Dandelion, and Geralt’s acceptance of their untraditional friendship.

Jaskier truly had hit the jackpot with the two of them. He smiled as he pressed a kiss to Dandelion’s thigh, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Above him, Dandelion pulled at the ties and whined again.

“Patience, darling,” Jaskier murmured as he brushed his lips along Dandelion’s thigh before mouthing at the silk panties that barely concealed his friend’s cock. Dandelion scoffed and opened his mouth to shoot back some no doubt biting remark, but Jaskier cut him off. “Perhaps we should have gagged you as well.”

Dandelion just pouted, making Jaskier chuckle as he hooked his fingers under the top of the panties, pulling them down enough to expose Dandelion’s hard cock, already leaking against the soft pretty fabric. The sight made Jaskier’s mouth dry and he licked his lips before pressing a kiss to Dandelion’s stomach, delighting as the muscles rippled under his lips.

“Oh fuck,” Dandelion groaned, “bloody tease.”

“Hmm, you love it,” Jaskier murmured, reaching up to brush his fingers along Dandelion’s bra.

Dandelion had always been very responsive, but never quite like this. It seemed that every touch had the musician on edge, whimpering, gasping, moaning, and Jaskier was fucking addicted. He wasn’t usually one to tease this much, he didn’t have the patience for it, but he was just having too much fun. Still, he had promised to make it up to his friend, and he would hate to break his word, so finally he pressed a kiss to Dandelion’s cock, licking at the slit before taking just the tip into his mouth, suckling lightly, just a tease of what was to come. Jaskier felt Dandelion’s cock twitch in his mouth and his friend let out an obscene moan which only spurred Jaskier on more.

He groaned as he pulled off, licking a stripe down the length as his fingers dug into the soft skin of Dandelion’s thighs. He nosed at the base of Dandelion’s cock before kissing along the underside until he reached the tip once more, bobbing his head as he took it back into his mouth, enjoying the weight on his tongue. Dandelion’s whimpers and moans were tantalizing, making his own cock achingly hard in his trousers and he shifted so he could grind down on his feet, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Wanna see you,” Dandelion panted, still straining against the silk ties. They would come loose if he really wanted, but it was a pretty sight watching him struggle.

Jaskier hummed around his friend’s cock, slowly working to relax his jaw as he took Dandelion further into his mouth. Reluctantly he released one of his friend’s thighs, stroking his hand up until it was pressing against Dandelion’s balls through the silk fabric. Dandelion gasped and bucked forward as best as he could given his restraints, mumbling an apology as Jaskier almost choked on his cock. Instead, Jaskier moaned as he doubled down on his efforts, rocking his own hips forward as he licked and sucked at his friend’s cock with all the grace of a drunk at their local nightclub, but his own arousal was making it hard to think about skill. Judging by the sounds Dandelion was making, his friend didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, oh fuck!” Dandelion hissed, gasping for breath. He was close so Jaskier moaned as he made one last effort, humming around his friend’s cock as it nudged the back of his throat, pulling back just enough as Dandelion came, Jaskier’s name falling off his lips in a prayer. Jaskier suckled at Dandelion’s cock, chasing every last drop of cum, until he started to soften in his mouth.

Finally he pulled off, wiping his mouth before pressing one last kiss to Dandelion’s thigh. “Fuck,” he sighed, his voice hoarser than he would have liked but he decided it was completely and utterly worth it.

Dandelion let out a peal of laughter and finally managed to wiggle free of the ties behind his back. His hands were in Jaskier’s hair before Jaskier realised his friend was free. He blinked as he looked up. Blue eyes peered down at him, dark and hungry, and his friend’s cheeks were flushed almost as red as his lipstick.

“Fuck,” Jaskier repeated and pressed his forehead to Dandelion’s stomach.

Long fingers just carried on stroking through his hair as Dandelion laughed again. “My turn.”

#the witcher #jaskilion #jaskier x dandelion #jaskier pankratz #dandelion #wolfie’s witcher writing #nsft

[kae-karo]

If you're up for it. Banter prompt. Line #1 - "don't tempt me". Kaeya and Albedo.

hi dear!!! tysm for your patience while i took care of a few other things, and tysm tysm for the prompt!!!! 🥰🥰

three strokes of the pencil - T - 1.5k

tags: kaebedo, getting together, canon divergence, artist albedo

[read on ao3]

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"I was hoping for a new subject to draw.”

“And you thought of me? I’m quite flattered.”

“Yes, I was unable to locate Master Diluc. It seemed most logical that you would know his whereabouts.”

Albedo comes to Angel's Share in search of Kaeya, and Kaeya is more than happy to provide his assistance.

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“Ah, Kaeya. I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Kaeya turns at the sound of Albedo’s voice, quirks a brow. It’s rather unusual to find the alchemist anywhere but his lab, or out in the wild working on his art. Which begs the question of why he’s here, in the middle of a tavern.

Kaeya supposes that either of his preferred pursuits could be the motivator.

“Albedo. And what brings you to Angel’s Share?” He tips his head, tips his drink in Albedo’s direction. “I don’t suppose you’ve finally decided to take me up on my offer to share a drink?”

One he has steadfastly refused, and Kaeya suspects that this evening will be no different.

“I have little interest in alcoholic beverages,” he says, rather dismissive, and purses his lips. “And if I did, I suspect I’d be able to concoct something far more effective than…” Here, he just dips his head in the direction of Kaeya’s drink.

His favored drink. He coughs out an amused breath.

“I assure you, little can compare to a glass of Death After Noon, but I’d be exceptionally eager to try anything you come up with.” He flashes a smirk, finds Albedo’s reaction to be underwhelming as ever.

What a shame - even Diluc can be riled up if the right buttons are pressed, stoic though he pretends to be. But Albedo eludes him still, and Kaeya takes a sip of his wine.

“I shall keep that in mind,” Albedo says, a bit delayed, and Kaeya hums his appreciation. “However, I have more important tasks to attend to at the moment.”

“Ah, you were looking for me?” He’d said as much upon his arrival, and a flicker of interest sparks in Kaeya’s chest.

“I was. I could use some assistance.” In spite of his...almost-request, his gaze wanders the tavern for a few moments before landing once again on Kaeya, and Kaeya quirks a brow. “I was hoping for a new subject to draw.”

Now both Kaeya’s brows arch high on his forehead.

“And you thought of me? I’m quite flattered.” He lets his grin widen just a bit before taking another sip of his drink.

“Yes, I was unable to locate Master Diluc.” Kaeya’s pride sours a bit. “It seemed most logical that you would know his whereabouts.”

Ah. Kaeya takes another sip, finds his wine tastes a little more bitter than he’d like.

“I’m afraid Master Diluc is indisposed this evening,” he says easily, and lets his gaze drift away from Albedo for a moment - it’s true, of course, but he’s not entirely at liberty to discuss the details with anyone. He did vow, if only to himself, to keep Diluc’s activities under wraps.

Silence follows his words, but a quick glance over confirms that Albedo remains, and his expression has shifted to one of-

“You’ll suffice, I suppose,” he says aloud, then, and Kaeya’s brows lift.

“Will I? Well, I can hardly compare to the wonderful Master-”

“Do you have the time to spare?” Albedo interrupts, a little sharp, and Kaeya exhales the rest of his words with an amused breath. “Or did you have more wine to attend?” A nod at his mostly-empty glass. Kaeya lets a smirk touch his lips, then downs the remainder.

“My evening has just freed up,” he says with a touch of amusement, and Albedo nods.

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“How...interesting,” Kaeya says, and hears his voice echo around the walls of the ice cavern. His gaze follows the dark rivulets where the ice has cracked and refrozen, illuminated in strange colors by the torches that Albedo has lit.

“I find that this cavern makes for some intriguing light studies,” he says simply as he returns from the fourth such torch to the easel that he’s set up near the entrance to the cave. The light flickers, entrancing for the way it dances along the walls, along the snow-dusted stone beneath his feet.

Kaeya can certainly agree on one thing, at the very least - the firelight does paint Albedo in rather intriguing shades of orange and gold. For a brief moment, he wishes for the ability to draw as well as Albedo, that he might capture this scene from his own perspective.

Albedo, gaze fixed in earnest on his sketchpad, turned a beautiful gold from the torch light and standing out in a rather spectacular way against the inky depths of the night sky.

“Should I be posing in any particular way?” Kaeya prompts, half to pull himself from wandering thoughts and half in earnest. The sooner this is complete, the sooner he can return to somewhere a little warmer. Somewhere with a bit more wine.

In retrospect, he should’ve perhaps grabbed a bottle for the road.

“No. I’d prefer to capture your…” A wave of his hand, and he glances up for a moment. “Your natural essence.”

“Natural?” Kaeya hums, and a smirk tugs at his lips. “If your aim is for something more natural, perhaps I ought to rid myself of this clothing…”

It’s entirely meant to fluster Albedo, and seems very much to do nothing of the sort.

“If that’s what feels most comfortable for you,” he says absently with another wave of his hand, this time attached to a drawing implement of some kind, though the dim light makes it hard to tell what type exactly.

“Don’t tempt me,” he says with a laugh, halfhearted though, for he’s once again met with Albedo’s...disinterest. Not even the disgruntled irritation such a comment might pull from Diluc, and it compounds his intrigue.

It also compounds the unease that settles in his chest - is it truly so hard to strip away Albedo’s stoic exterior?

“Are you finished?” he asks, then, interrupting Kaeya’s rumination on this particular roadblock. Perhaps it is this exact stoicism that piques his interest, and he tips his head, meets the eyes that Albedo fixes on him. Impatience.

Interesting.

“Now that you’ve suggested it,” he says, flippant to a fault, “perhaps I would feel a bit more natural with fewer layers.”

“Very well.” His gaze flicks up, then back down. Kaeya’s lips twist.

He sheds his cape and scarf first, though Albedo seems to find this development equally uninteresting. Fine, his belt, then, and he makes a point of letting his shirt fall open a bit. This, at the very least, earns him Albedo’s attention once again.

“Finished?” Still so bored, and Kaeya huffs out a breath that clouds in front of his lips.

“Hm, still deciding,” he tries, and Albedo blinks at him, now.

“I know that Cryo users are often less susceptible to the cold, but I would recommend not wasting too much time considering your decisions.” He speaks to his sketchpad, now, and Kaeya takes a few steps closer. “You still run the risk of experiencing ill eff...ects…”

Kaeya draws to a stop just on the other side of his easel, lip curled in a subtle smirk. When he extends a hand over the top of the sketchpad, Albedo does not move away, and Kaeya’s fingers brush his cheek.

“Care to keep me warm, then?” It’s bolder than he might usually be, but little else seems to get Albedo’s attention, and Kaeya’s rather impatient himself at this point.

Albedo’s lips part, and Kaeya lets his thumb drag across the bottom one.

“I see,” he says, then tips his head just a bit into Kaeya’s palm. “So you are interested in me in that way.” He hums as though considering the idea of that properly, and Kaeya’s eyes narrow. Had he suspected that to be the case?

If so, why-

Ah.

“If you wanted to confirm your suspicions, dear alchemist, all you had to do was ask.” At Kaeya’s words - an accusation of sorts, really - Albedo’s lip ticks up at the corner, such a subtle smirk that Kaeya might miss it if he weren’t so close.

“I prefer to conduct my experiments. After all, they tend to lead to rather…” A pause, and Albedo’s gaze drifts down to Kaeya’s exposed chest. “Interesting results.”

Kaeya’s grin widens, and he steps around the side of the easel.

“Was this not the expected outcome?” Kaeya prompts, teasing laced through his tone as he steps closer. His hand drifts, now, to trace along the edge of the mark at Albedo’s throat, and Albedo hums.

“It was, and it wasn’t. I might need to conduct a few more experiments in order to…” His hand lifts, drapes over Kaeya’s shoulder and tugs him closer. “More confidently confirm my hypothesis.”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaeya dips his head, lets his lips stop just short of Albedo’s. Warm breath brushes his lips, just a little bit too fast. “Well, I’m certainly more than glad to assist in your...research efforts.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A quirked brow before Albedo’s gaze flicks down to Kaeya’s lips.

Kaeya huffs out a breath, rather entertained by this exchange, though it’s immediately stifled by Albedo’s mouth, warm and insistent against his. He hums into Albedo’s lips in amused surprise, but goes easily when Albedo drags him closer. After all, this is precisely the outcome that Kaeya had hoped for.

He wonders, as fingers twist into his hair, what else Albedo has in mind for future...experiments.

#genshin #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #genshin fic #prompts

[actuallysaiyan]

Could you do gohan and future trunks sfw alphabet and separate plz cause I don't want to bother ya

We’ll start with Gohan! He’s one of my favorites <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gohan is insanely affectionate. He’s always going to dote on you and show you all the ways that he appreciates you. Whether it be him doing you little favors without you asking, or he’s giving you a back rub, or even sending you flowers, you can be assured that Gohan will not leave you guessing.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gohan would absolutely be the best! He’s smart, funny, sweet and really cares about people...especially you. He would do anything to make sure you’re happy and healthy and safe...but also he would help tutor you if you needed it or he would even bake you cookies if you were feeling down.

The friendship would either start when he’s in high school and you’re there with him, or if you ever ended up going to one of the fighting tournaments.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Gohan adores cuddling. There’s nothing better than to curl up with you and read a good book or watch a great movie. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close and lets you lean your head on his shoulder. He’ll probably even play with your hair or give you a little back rub.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Gohan adores the idea of being able to settle down with you. He’s awesome with cooking and cleaning and doesn’t mind doing his fair share of it. He’ll make sure you’re both feeling needed and loved and that things are split down the middle.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think this is something that Gohan would struggle with a lot. He hates the idea of hurting someone unnecessarily, so it would really hurt him as well if he had to end a relationship. He would try to do it as gently as he could, but he would be so heartbroken seeing you either go off angry and cold or very sad. It’s not easy on the poor boy.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He loves the idea of commitment. He saw how weird the relationship between his mother and father was, and he’d absolutely want to settle down and be with you forever if he was in love with you. It wouldn’t be super quick, but it wouldn’t take him too long if he realized that you are the one for him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gohan is the king of being gentle. If he hugs you or touches you in anyway, he’s very receptive and knows exactly how much pressure to put. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s very gentle emotionally as well. He knows exactly what to say to make you feel better.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Gohan loves hugs! They are some of his favorite things in the whole world. He’ll hug you whenever he gets the chance. His hugs are like sunny days, warm and bright. He brings you into his arms and squeezes you tightly, rubbing your back and telling you how much he appreciates you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I think it would take a normal amount of time for him to say that. He’d have to get to know you well first, but once he realized you were the one, he would have no problem confessing. He might be a little flustered about it, but he’s not going to hide it for too long.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I’d love to say that he isn’t the kind of man that doesn’t get jealous, but sometimes that Saiyan pride gets in the way of things and he doesn’t like the way that guy/girl is looking at you or how that person is just a little too close for comfort. If he’s jealous, he won’t lash out. He’ll come wrap his arm around you and pull you in for a passionate kiss.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are so sexy. They are slow and passionate and he knows exactly what to do to make you melt. He loves kissing you on the lips or maybe even on the neck...if he’s feeling frisky, he loves to kiss in naughty places. Gohan enjoys being kissed on the lips and forehead. If he’s feeling frisky, he definitely enjoys being kissed on the chest or even in the erogenous zones.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Gohan is amazing around children. He’s patient, understanding and a very good role model. He’ll be a wonderful father to your children and will spoil them with lots of love.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’ll let you sleep in while he gets up to make coffee and breakfast. When you awake, he’ll serve you breakfast and coffee while you both enjoy each other’s company. Then he’ll suggest a shower before you go off and run any errands you need to.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

After a good dinner, he’ll want to curl up on the couch with you and read a book or watch a tv show you both enjoy. If Gohan is feeling a little naughty, maybe he’ll want to have a little wild fun with you. When it’s time for bed, he’ll tuck you in and lie next to you, giving you a sweet kiss goodnight.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take a little time for him to open up a lot. He’s going to want to know you well before he tells you everything. It’ll start with little anecdotes and stories, then it’ll move to big secrets or revelations once he feels comfortable around you and trusts you a lot.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s definitely got the patience of the saint. He won’t anger very easily, but if something does rub him the wrong way or he sees injustices, he won’t be afraid to stand up for what’s right...even if that does mean beating up a criminal or two.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gohan would remember everything about you, right down to how many moles you have on your body and your second favorite pizza place. You don’t have to worry with Gohan as your lover, he knows what you like and you don’t have to second guess whether or not he knows what to get you for your birthday or anniversary.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is definitely your first kiss. He was a little hesitant and flustered, so you approached him and leaned in. The moment your lips touched, it was like this electric shock hit you both at the same time. It was a very pleasant electric shock, and he kept feeling his lips tingle for hours later.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gohan is very protective, but he knows you can handle your own. He would protect you either by defending your honor or maybe even beating someone up if they were hurting you physically. Gohan wouldn’t mind if you tried to protect him, but he doesn’t want you to get hurt at all.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s definitely going to go all out for those kinds of things, but he doesn’t mind it if you’d like to plan some of the dates as well. The way he sees it, he just wants the both of you to have a good time having fun together and enjoying each other’s company.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Gohan sometimes gets really sucked into his work. He may be a little bit of a workaholic and forget to relax and rest sometimes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he looks pretty good, but he doesn’t concern himself too much with his looks. He’ll make sure he’s clean and smells good before coming to see you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Gohan would definitely feel incomplete without you. You are the person who always cheers him on and makes him feel good about himself. People always tried to dictate his life, but you just want him to feel happy and fulfilled. You love him for who he is.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gohan absolutely loves getting cute things as gifts. He doesn’t care if it’s food, plushies or flowers, he’s very into receiving cute gifts.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Gohan isn’t a fan of someone who wants to hurt others for their own personal gain. It’s just not something that interests him. He wants people to treat each other equally.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He loves to cling onto you, warming you up and making you feel safe. He might mumble a bit in his sleep, and he may have nightmares from time to time where you’ll have to comfort him.

#writing #reader requested #cutelittleriot #gohan #son gohan #gohan sfw alphabet #sfw alphabet #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #dragon ball sfw alphabet

[alittleprincehwa]

ateez reaction ₊˚.ੈ♡˳ they spend a sunday morning with you

alexa play ₊˚.ੈ♡˳ sweet night by kim taehyung

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ kim hongjoong

⟶ the sound of birds chirping was what woke you up, your constant tries of sleeping back showed no success. You opened one eye and see a still hongjoong deep in his slumber. Your hand that was originally on the pillow was now ruffling his blueberry colored locks. You pushed the excess hair away from his features. Your hand continues trailing over his face.

His eye bags are caused by staying up too much. His lips that were slightly dry at the lack of hydration, again, caused by the number of hours he stayed up. He felt your familiar hand graze over him. He groans in response to it. But a soft and hum-like groan. Not long after you felt his hand hold yours. He brought yours near his lips and kissed it, “ Isn't it too early to be up, darling? “. You let out a small laugh. Before the lad woke up, you took a small look at the clock and see it was already past noon.

“ Love, it's already past noon. “ You giggle. He gives a look of disbelief and turns his head to the ticking clock. You heard a sigh of defeat as he turns back to you. You both broke down in giggles. The smile on his face widens, even more, when he saw your smile. He took out his phone that was resting on the bedside table and ordered some take out. You observed him. How his eyes narrow down to read the words, his nose scrunching up as if he doesn't know what to order. He takes a deep breath and puts his phone back. His usual smile appears again and pulls you to him.

Both of you just end up spending the entire day in bed.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ park seonghwa

⟶ he quietly chuckles seeing your sleeping figure silently snoring. The arm that was wrapped around you, pulled you closer into his bare chest. He hums into your bare nape, his hand crept under your shirt and rested on your bare stomach. He gently caressed the bare skin, waking you up. You tussle and turn, the sheets shifting. You stopped when your sleepy eyes caught a glimpse of seonghwa.

Like you, his eyes were still semi closed. Nose and cheeks slightly red at the temperature and the lack of clothing he had. But hey who were we to complain?

“ Morning, sunshine. “ He spoke in a deep satoori accent. “ Why don't we cook something, hm? “ He said, removing the sheets that were covering his lower body. You hum in approval. He helped you up and cloaks your shoulders with his arms. He peppers kisses on your hair as you walk towards the apartment kitchen.

You two spend a solid amount of time whipping up some pancakes. You try your best to balance the two plates that contained stacks of pancakes. “ I'll carry that, love. “ He places another kiss on your forehead and takes the heavy plates off your hands. Lastly, you grab the whipped cream and a pack of strawberries and waddle back to the bedroom where you two can munch on pancakes and feed each other strawberries.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ jeong yunho

⟶ your alarm loudly went off, filling the once silent room with an alarming noise. Pun intended. A figure behind you blocked the rays of sunshine from getting to you. One of his arms was wrapped across your figure. You tried freeing yourself from his grasp but it only tightens even more. Now the struggle of turning off the darn alarm became even more difficult.

You somehow managed to do it and turned off the annoying alarm. You look at the sleeping Bear before you. His aura alone gave off a cozy and warm vibe that made you want to snuggle even closer. Your sleepy head was too busy dreaming to even hear the ringing alarm that went off a second ago.

It required a lot of patience and perseverance to wake yunho up. You even reached the limits where you lay on top of him and continuously poked his cheek. After a solid minute, you felt his arms around your waist. He was still half asleep so the only thing he did was pull you closer and hug you even more. “ Baby, let's go back to sleep. “ He said before closing his eyes once more.

“ Fine I'm only saying yes since I love you. “ You pout before rolling back to your side of the bed and sleeping again with your cuddle bug.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ kang yeosang

⟶ yeosang was one to wake up a bit early. And when you say that you mean literally seven a.m. As usual you felt him tear away the sheets and went out for a cup of coffee, leaving you all alone. Not that it was that bad. You had your bed and sleep with you.

He usually brings along his skateboard and arrives back thirty minutes later. Always right on time when you started to wake up. You felt his foot steps and eventually the bed sinking a bit. Yeosang sat on the bed with a coffee in hand and a book with the other. “ Oh you're awake already? “ He raises a brow at you. You could only sheepishly smile and scoot closer to him.

He casually places a kiss on your head and proceeds to talk. “ On my way back, I picked up a few books I think you'd like. “ He smiles. He picks up the small stack of books and shows you. You were still a bit in a daze so he offered you coffee. His usual blend of Iced White Chocolate Mocha.

And so the day continues with nothing but books to talk about and endless sips of coffee.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ choi san

⟶ he's also one to wake up a bit early. But he dosent leave you, he just likes to roll around the bed and stare at you. Not in a creepy way of course. He admired every part of you.

And everytime you open your eyes he was there to tell you how beautiful or handsome you are. Embraces you with the most comfortable hug ever. He loves to sing to you whenever you two sleep or wake up. He knows you love his voice. He sings you your favorite songs, occassionally dancing with you.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ song mingi

⟶ You and your cuddle bunny were simply lying around and doing nothing. Well maybe doing something. Cuddling.

His large figure towered over you. Arms around you as you just simply talk about the week that quickly flew by. He felt the need to braid your hair so he put the lessons you taught to use. You continued your rant while he braids your hair with the most adorable face.

By the time you were done, your hair was already braided in all sorts of ways and directions. Although it wasn't the best, you still didn't take it off but instead awarded him with kisses. “ When have you got so good at braiding, baby? “

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ jung wooyoung

⟶ he's too much of a cuddle bunny to even get up alone. His nose scrunches up and his eyes screw tighter as he notices the sun peaking through the window sills. He now widely grins upon seeing you all curled up right next to him. Won't hurt to take a few photos right?

He cheekily giggles at between switching angles. All the clicking that could be heard made you wake up. You felt an arm above you so first instinct was to push it away. And you did just so. “ Wooyoung let me sleep please... “ You groan out. You turn to the other side, slightly pissed.

He later apologizes to you by cooking you some scrambled eggs. Which was a mess that even pissed you more but all the kisses he gave made up for it.

₊˚.ੈ♡˳ choi jongho

⟶ you didn't expect to wake up with an extremely strong pair of arms wrap around you as if it's the last thing it does. You were kind of suffocating at this point. You hurriedly wake the sleeping boy up. He was slightly confused but immediately released you when he saw you struggling.

“ I'm so sorry babe !! I swear it just happens ! “ He pouts, upset that he almost murdered you. You regain the oxygen you lost and reassured the sorry boy. “ Baby, I swear it's fine ! “ You say. He continued nonetheless. Saying sorry every minute while giving you endless love.

If this what happens if he accidentally hurts you, you decide to go with the flow instead and get showered with love.

a / n : I literally wrote this while listening to love talk what-

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[whyyoudothistomecavill]

Don't - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing fanfiction. Chapter one is an introduction to the kind of relationship the characters have and, in future chapters I will fill in the gaps left in this part.

But first, let's see how this one goes.

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

I took the name from a song written by Jewel. Go and listen to it. Trust me, after the first verse, THAT person will pop in your head. Never fails.

Before we jump in, there's a few people I need to thank:

@littlefreya for helping me with the editing since I don't have a beta yet, for encouraging me knowing what a big deal this is for me, and for all the things you already know. I'll always be in your debt.

@mary-ann84 for making me feel welcome since day one and putting up with me and my annoying questions at any time of day. Girl, you deserve an award for patience.

@radaofrivia for taking the time to read my ramblings and giving me the reassurance I needed. For showing up out of nowhere when I was almost defeated by my lack of tumblr comprehension and explained everything to me with the patience of a kindergarten teacher. Greek god Henry sent you my way, I have no doubt.

There aren't words enough to express how big of an inspiration all of you are to me. To be able to call you my friends, fills my heart with extreme joy and gratitude. So again THANK YOU.

I took the liberty to tag some people, to some I asked for their permission, to others I didn't, so if this bothers you in any way, just message me and I'll fix it, there's absolutely no obligation and I won't be offended.

With that being said, let's get to the point.

Title: Don't

Pairing: Henry x female reader.

Word count: 1682

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and if you squint your eyes you might find a bit of smut.

Summary: Henry and reader are a couple living together for 1 year. Reader have struggled with self esteem issues and insecurities her whole life and when she met Henry, she thought she had left all that in the past, but certain events made her realize that her soul is far from being healed.

Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction written by me. Please don't post it anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs here are welcomed of course. Thank you.

"Are you ok, darling?"

"Yes, honey"

"Are you sure? You don't seem ok"

"I'm ok, Hen," you smiled, "I'm just tired. I wanna get home, have a shower and then go to bed"

He didn't seem convinced but he didn't ask again. The rest of the ride home was silent, you looked out the window and prayed for the strength to act like everything was normal, while he concentrated on the road and hummed along to the radio.

But you knew better. You knew that this man, the most gorgeous man on earth, the man you called your boyfriend, the man every woman (and a lot of men too), thirsted for, was also the smartest, the most affectionate and that he paid attention to every single thing, especially you. He could notice the smallest change in your demeanor, he could tell when something was wrong and this time was no difference. He was just giving you time to process whatever it was upsetting you before you could talk to him, but in no way was he buying the "just tired" bs. And you knew it.

You entered the house and discarded your shoes and purse. Henry was taking Kal out of the car and into the house when you said "I'm gonna take a shower," and quickly rushed upstairs without waiting for an answer, you needed to be alone so desperately.

You got into the bathroom and took your clothes off without even glancing in the mirror, you didn't want to see anybody, much less yourself.

The hot water was bliss to your sore muscles, too bad it didn't make a difference to the pain in your heart. You rested your forehead into the tiled wall and felt the water gently massaging your back and legs. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the bathroom door being open. Henry was already behind you, his strong hands caressing your back as light as a feather and his mouth on your ear, "may I join you?"

You turned around and looked at him, at those eyes bluer than the sky itself, at those curls that did things to you just by looking at them, and that smile, the most perfect and genuine smile you had ever seen, it was literally impossible not to smile back at him, it was contagious.

He didn't wait for an answer, he lowered himself to put his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck and kissed you deeply and tenderly. You knew he did that so you wouldn't have to be on your tiptoes to kiss him, he was so damn considerate and perfect it infuriated you sometimes.

So you closed your eyes and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, he sensed the heat in your kiss and grabbing your behind, lifted you up still kissing you, putting your back against the wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and he broke the kiss to look at you, his hair was tousled all over from the water and your hands. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his eyes were dark with lust but also full of love. Oh,so much love.

"What do you want?" He said, "Tell me. What do you need? I'm here, I'm yours".

Something inside of you broke, it was too much. "I want you, Henry. I need you. Now. Inside of me. Please".

He didn't wait for you to ask again, maneuvering you as if you weighed nothing, he made you descend on his length without breaking eye contact, until you were completely full of him. He started to move, slowly and leisurely making you moan and clung to him for dear life.

He didn't know about the battle that was going on inside you. You wanted him to crawl within you and fill the emptiness eating your soul, you wanted to hold him and never let go, you wanted to stop time. Or maybe go back in time, or just disappear. But for the time being you were just grateful for the water running over both of you, not letting Henry notice that your tears were running as well.

Even if you were shattered inside, your body would always succumb to him, there was no point in resisting, and as he kept moving in and out of you, whispering sweet nonsenses in your ear, the orgasm hit you like a thunder lightning crying out his name, his release following moments later triggered by your loud moans.

He held you still between him and the wall while you both recovered your breath, filling your neck with open mouthed kisses.

He lowered you and you held him tightly, putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It always soothed you. You both stayed that way under the shower in silence, until you started to feel the boiling inside you rising again. "I'm gonna get the towels" you said, "I got it" said he and with a swift move of his long arms, he reached for the towels and started drying you, hair first, then your body, slowly, caressing every inch of it and leaving light kisses everywhere his hands would pass.

He was kneeling in front of you, drying your legs and slowly going up, your eyes were fixated on him and his movements, not saying a word. He looked up, saw you staring, and reaching up, caressed your face so softly it made you lean your head in his hand, closing your eyes. It was like time stopped and you were there alone just savoring that moment, keeping it in your memory forever and you couldn't help the single tear rolling down your cheek into his hand...

When you opened your eyes, you saw the look of concern on his face, "What is it baby? What's wrong?"

You needed to make a choice, so you chose the truth. At least the one truth that wouldn't hurt him: "I love you so much".

"And that makes you cry?"

You chuckled a little, "No, I sometimes get overwhelmed by all these feelings, I'm sorry for being so sensitive" you said, wiping your eyes and smiling through tears.

He stood up and crashed your lips with his, taking you by surprise and lifting you up, carrying you like a bride to your bed.

He got in too, cuddling you from behind and you intended to get up to find one of his t-shirts, your go-to pajamas since day one with him, but he stopped you with his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, your back on his chest, your naked bodies molding perfectly together under the sheets.

You clutched his hand in yours, closed your eyes and tried to ease your racing heart.

His voice took you back to reality:

"Look at me, love"

You turned around in his arms just enough to look him in the eyes, and it surprised you to see, his were a little watery too.

"I love you" he whispered. "I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone. You have brought to my life the hope that my tired heart believed was lost. I want to spend every minute of every day with you and when my work keeps us apart, I can't wait to share with you every detail of my day. You know sometimes..." he paused, smiling and looking away, "sometimes I have to tell myself *get it together Cavill! You're a grown man acting like a teenager*, but that's what you do to me" he said looking at you again and caressing your lips with his thumb, "You're my fuel, my reason, you're my last thought when I go to sleep and my first one when I wake up, and I'm so grateful to have you that sometimes I'm scared to think that I don't express it enough for you to actually get a glimpse of how happy you make me. That's why I might seem a little clingy around you... I love you and I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, that I'm always here for you, it doesn't matter if I'm working or doing anything else, you are my priority, ok?"

You were a crying mess by now and watching his red eyes trying so hard not to cry, wasn't helping.

"Ok?" he said again, clearly demanding an answer from you.

But your words wouldn't come out. How? How could you tell him? How on earth was he supposed to imagine that he had chosen the worst possible moment to tell you this?

So again you settled for the truth, the only indisputable truth you could give him, and nodding you took his face in your hands and kissed him, pulling him on top of you.

He engulfed you in his arms and broke the kiss to breathe, you covered his face with light kisses tasting the salt of his tears which only added more sorrow to your battered soul.

"Make love to me," you said against his lips. He looked at you through hooded eyes and went for the spot on your neck he knew drove you crazy.

This was the truth. The fact that when you were together you couldn't tell where each of you ended and the other began. The absolute certainty of loving him with every fiber of your being, knowing you could never love anyone else this much, not even in a thousand lives. You never hid it. It was impossible to...

A few hours later, you were watching him peacefully asleep, his features even more beautiful in the dim morning light. You carefully kissed him and placed your head on his chest, he held you tighter against him and said something that sounded like "I love you". "I love you too" you said, granting him again the truth you couldn't deny.

The unspoken truth however, the one he was about to learn, was that in fact, the one you didn't love... was yourself.

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[cynicallystiles]

Seasons of Love: The One with Prom Night

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Google!

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @itrocksmysocks​ basically requested this by making me obsessed with the triplets a year ago.

Warning: Swearing maybe.

Notes: The long awaited series is here! The whole thing still isn’t finished ahead of time like I wanted. So, we’ll see if I actually stay on schedule with this one. Credit to @thotmendes​ for imagining the triplets into existence about a year ago! Thanks for your patience! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kallie Hayes (OC) x Mendes Triplets

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Three

Words: ~3.6k

She cheers as she pumps her fist in delight. "Yess!" He chuckles while she jumps to her feet and does a cute little dance. "Can we go now??"

"After dinner." He watches her push out her bottom lip and sit down next to him again. "Kallie," he groans slightly. "Mom's almost done with dinner. It'd be rude to skip," he reminds her.

She sighs, scooting in and laying her head on his shoulder to watch the sunset. "You're right," she concedes. "But, right after?" She tilts her head slightly to look up at him.

"Right after," he promises. She goes back to looking at the multitude of colors in the sky, while he rests his head on hers. He loved being the one that she counted on for comfort. It was something that had started on the night of their prom during their last year in high school.

Raul sat on the couch in his living room the night of their last prom of high school. He swirled the thumbsticks of his controller vigorously to complete a challenge while his brothers were in their rooms getting ready.

Prom was in about two hours and despite their and Kallie's begging, he had decided he wasn't going. He didn't have a date (not for lack of girls asking), and he didn't like dressing up anyway. It wasn't his scene and nothing was gonna change his mind.

Peter and Shawn enter the living room in varying degrees of being dressed for the prom. Raul barely looks at them as he continues with his game. "Are you sure you don't wanna come?" Peter questions.

"It's gonna be our last big thing together before graduating," Shawn reminds him. All he does is roll his eyes with a sigh.

Shaking his head, the only thing that sounds in the living room for a moment is the clicking of his controller and the low level of the game on the television. That is until a pounding sounds on the door. The two boys not preoccupied with the game look toward the front of the house.

"Who's that?" Shawn questions.

Peter just shrugs as he takes a step toward the door. "Your fly is still open," Raul points out without looking. Peter looks down and frantically zips it when they hear the door open and rapid footsteps head toward them.

Kallie appears in the entryway, hair already done professionally by the salon she loves but no makeup covering her ivory features. She's breathing heavily and for a moment, Shawn thinks it's because she sprinted from her house down the street.

But then he sees the light glint off of her wet cheeks and notices her red nose and the puffiness forming around her eyes. He rushes over as she fully enters the room and takes her by her shoulders to look over her.

"What happened?? Are you okay?" His eyes don't see anything physically wrong, which is a relief. But, that still begged the question of why she was in such a state.

She sniffles loudly and opens her mouth to explain. "Eli...he, uh," she tries to get through it but she hiccups and her face scrunches up in sadness. "He texted..." a whimper falls from her lips and she can't even finish.

At this point, Raul has paused his game and is turned on the couch to observe the situation. Peter is standing in stunned silence by the other entrance to the room. Shawn carefully takes the phone clutched tightly in her hand to scroll through the messages from her boyfriend.

His eyebrows furrow together and he clenches his jaw. Make that her ex-boyfriend. Without a word, he pulls her into him and carefully lays his hand on the back of her head as not to mess up the stylist's work. He doesn't even care that he's wearing pants without a belt and his shirt isn't buttoned at all.

"I'm gonna kill him," he promises through clenched teeth. No one hurts his best friend and gets away with it. He feels her shake her head as she pulls away.

"No," she murmurs, the tears finally settling down. "I kind of felt this coming...I just didn't expect him to do it on prom night." She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. "I don't know if I can go alone and see him with her..."

Shawn shakes his head. "Of course, not. I'm gonna be your date now," he offers.

"Shawn," she sighs. "I'm not letting you ditch your date to take me." Peter steps forward and opens his mouth. "No. Nuhhuh!" She warns as she looks between the two. "Neither of you are dumping your dates for me. I can suck it up for one night."

Shawn and Peter frown. Neither of them thinks that she should have to go alone. How dare he ruin her months of planning to go with another girl. Their thoughts are interrupted by a serious tone, "No, you won't."

The three of them turn at the same time to see Raul standing up and the television has already been turned off. She sniffles again, brows scrunched in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he sighs, walking over to them. Peter silently does the same. "You're not going to prom alone. I'm gonna take you," he declares.

Peter snorts but quickly tries to cover it up and Shawn starts to laugh. Kallie just stares at him incredulously. "Wha-but you hate this stuff," she points out.

"I don't hate you." He arches one eyebrow and looks away as if that explained everything. She gapes at him for a long moment. "What color is your dress?"

Kallie stutters out, "It's, uh...it's lilac purple. Why?"

"Don't worry about it," Raul instructs and shoves his hands into his sweatpants. "Go home, finish getting ready...I'll be over to pick you up in an hour and a half."

Exchanging bewildered glances with Peter and Shawn, Kallie does as she's told and finishes getting ready at her house. She sits on the couch anxiously after finishing up. Not five minutes later, there's a knock at the door.

She quickly answers it to find Raul a couple of steps back with his head down. Hearing the door, he lifts his eyes from Kallie's feet to her face. His eyes twinkle a tiny bit seeing her all dolled up.

Kallie notes how odd it is that his tie and pocket square match her dress so nicely this last minute. He pulls his hand from behind his back to produce a plastic box with a tastefully sized corsage and boutonnière made of actual lilacs.

She raises her eyebrows. The surprises just kept coming apparently. "Shawn and Peter are picking up their dates. They'll meet us there," Raul clues her in and moves to put the corsage on her left wrist.

Fastening his flower on the lapel of his black jacket, she whispers, "I'm not even gonna ask how you pulled this together so quickly." A slight amusement tinges her voice and a smirk pulls at his lips. "But, thank you..."

"Any time," he responds. She looks up from the lapel. Her green eyes pop against the black of her mascara and the light purple shimmer across her lids. His breath catches slightly before he clears his throat and offers his elbow. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she giggles in return.

Raul was the perfect date the whole night. From pulling out her chair for her to refilling their drinks. Despite all the single girls clamoring for his attention (his bad-boy exterior had every girl crushing hard), he stayed glued to Kallie's side.

And when she sat watching Eli, her ex, dance with the girl he left her for, Raul made sure to take her out to the floor to dance. He made a fool of himself with his long limbs and no idea how to use them. But, it brightened her mood and so he didn't care.

He even slow danced with her, making sure that Eli was looking in her direction when he spun her under his arm producing her beautiful giggle. It was magical. After the king and queen were crowned, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

Kallie nods immediately. Despite having spent ages planning and looking forward to this night, she wanted nothing more than to go do something else with Raul. He laces his fingers with hers and leads her out to his car where he holds open her door.

They find themselves at a local park, walking the concrete running path with absurdly large waffle cones clutched in their hands. She had traded her heels for silver sandals she had packed in case her feet started to hurt. His tie was abandoned in the car, leaving his shirt unbuttoned slightly.

The silence between them was comfortable. It always had been since they started hanging out. He wasn't really much of a talker, and with her, he didn't really need to be. She found comfort in the silence that filled the air between them and she liked that he wasn't one for shallow conversations.

After finishing their cones, they wander across the grass to sit side by side on the swing set. She lets the tip of her toes slowly rock her back and forth. Raul grips the chains of the swing, allowing him to lean back into the open air lazily.

Kallie flips a curl out of her eye as she turns in the swing to face him. "Hey," she says softly.

"Yeah?" He leans back up and shifts to look at her.

She smiles to herself and meets his soft hazel eyes that look more brown in the dark. "Thank you...for being my date tonight." He chuckles slightly and rolls his eyes. "No, I'm serious," she laughs. He returns his gaze to hers while she continues. "You didn't have to save me from embarrassment and you did."

"I didn't," he argues casually. Kallie's eyebrows twitch together briefly. "You were never gonna be an embarrassment, Kallie. Date or no date, you were the prettiest girl there."

A furious blush rises to her cheeks. "Thanks." She smiles despite feeling suddenly nervous under his gaze. Her body shivers and she inhales slightly.

"You're cold," Raul realizes and moves quickly to take off his suit jacket.

"No, I'm fine-" she tries to argue but he's already settling his jacket on her shoulders. Kallie watches how his brows knit together while he makes sure the jacket is securely resting around her. Her eyes flit to his hands where they linger as he plays with one of her curls.

When she looks back up at him, the distance between them is less. Raul looks back up from his hand to her eyes with a soft smile. For the first time since she's known him, Kallie notices how innocent he looks. Normally, he's a bad boy. A player. Innocent wasn't in his vocabulary.

But at that moment, she remembers that he has the same face as her other best friends. The same one as Shawn, who cries while watching romantic dramas with her, and the same one as Peter, who doesn't have an insincere bone in his body. And she wonders how she never saw it.

"It's all fake isn't it?" She blurts out.

He tilts his head curiously. "I don't know what-"

"Your reputation," Kallie interrupts. "You're not a player at all..."

Raul chuckles and hangs his head for a moment. He looks back up and all of his aloofness is gone. "You figured me out."

"Sorry, I didn't sooner," she whispers, her gaze flicking to the playful smirk on his lips. He shakes his head slightly, his smile growing.

Licking his lips, he leans closer. Her breathing gets shallow and her eyelids flutter closed. Raul's lips brush against hers sending a shockwave of goosebumps over her. With a slight jitter, he slides his hand to the back of her neck and pushes his lips forward.

It's a soft kiss. He doesn't kiss too fast, or too much. Just his plush lips against hers for a few long moments. Raul doesn't want to pressure her or make her uncomfortable. It was sweet. When he pulls back, he nudges his nose against hers and swipes his thumb along her cheek quickly.

She lets out a tiny, content breath and opens her eyes. Before she can say anything, a buzzing sound startles her. Kallie clutches her chest and giggles while Raul reaches carefully into an inside pocket of his jacket.

"Yeah?" He deadpans when he puts the phone to his ear.

"Yeah? Man, where did you guys go?! You've been gone for like an hour!"

Kallie chuckles when she hears the boys on the other side of the line. He rolls his eyes and responds, "We left. Whole thing was getting lame."

She watches carefully at how easily he puts on the disinterested tone. It really marveled her to watch him play the part. As she tunes back into the conversation, she hears the end of it.

"Yeah, we'll meet you at home. Drop your dates off at home...this is for Musketeers only." With that, he hangs up and looks at Kallie with a wink. "Let's go."

He grabs her hand and stands up to lead her back to the car. When they meet back up with Shawn and Peter, the two automatically act like nothing had happened. But both of them never forgot about it.

It was an innocent kiss. One that was a result of being caught up in the moment. Kallie didn't know why he had kissed her that night, or even why she kissed him back. But, she never brought it up. So, neither did he.

The two of them head back into the house and settle in at the table for dinner. Neither of them notices the slightly curious looks from Shawn and Peter. Or if they do, they ignore them. Dinner is yummy as usual, but a little less energetic than it would have been if not for the sale of the cabin.

Kallie and Peter help Karen clear the table and load the dishwasher before heading back into the living room. Shawn and Raul have already immersed themselves in a video game round and they're equally matched. She clears her throat loudly from behind the couch.

Shawn answers before Raul can, "One sec, Kal. I've almost got him, then we can chill."

"Sure, you do," Raul chuckles as he promptly wins the round and sets the controller on the coffee table in front of them. "I promised her ice cream after dinner," he explains as he stands up.

Peter plops down in his seat and picks up the controller to play with Shawn, but he sets his down as well. "Oh, sweet. Let me get my jacket and we can all get some," he says happily unaware as he heads toward the stairs.

"Actually," Kallie calls after him with an apologetic look, "this is kind of just me and Raul's thing. Like a tradition..." Her voice is soft as she lets him down gently. It was never easy for her to exclude any of the boys from her activities with the others. But, they all had their separate things with her. It was only fair.

Peter sinks lower into the couch, the awkwardness from the exclusion making him uncomfortable. "Right..." Shawn concedes slowly.

It stung a little considering this was the first time she was admitting to having a 'special' thing to do with him. He was okay when it was with Peter because he didn't feel threatened by him anymore. But, with Raul it's different. He's always had the jealousy bug when it comes to him and he could never quite shake it.

Seeing the disappointed look, she crosses the room and pulls him into a hug by his neck. He returns it gratefully while sneaking a glare in Raul's direction. He just rolls his eyes at the envy. "Stop that," she whispers, knowing what he thinks he's getting away with. "I'll text you after he drops me off," she promises.

"Okay." He grins into her shoulder at that comment, knowing that he'll be the last one she sees tonight.

After releasing Shawn, she heads over to the couch and leans down to kiss Peter on the cheek. He returns the gesture softly like he always does. "See you at breakfast," he says quietly with a smile. Peter never seemed to care that she split her time with all three of them. He was just happy that she enjoyed the time they spent together as much as he did.

"Not if I see you first, Picasso," she responds playfully with a wink.

Raul grabs the helmets for his motorcycle and leads her outside. She gives one last tiny wave before closing the door. Shawn immediately sits back down to resume the game with Peter. As the two click away on their controllers, Shawn breaks the silence.

"You have to tell me that you're at least bothered by her getting on that death trap with him," he laments exasperatedly.

Peter shrugs one shoulder. "Yes! Of course, it bothers me," he sighs. "But, I have to trust that even though he's reckless...he would never be reckless with her."

"...you're right. That helps," Shawn breathes out, a little calm washing over him at Peter's wise words. Though he said the words out loud, and also had her promise, there was still a little weight in his chest that wouldn't go away until the next time he sees her.

Later that night, Shawn paces around his room with occasional glances out his window to see if Raul was home. It was just before midnight and they had already been out for hours. There was no way that they had only gone out for ice cream. They had to be doing something else.

The rest of the house is asleep when the sound of Raul's motorcycle cut through Shawn's anxious thoughts. He quickly scrambles to turn off his desk lamp so it doesn't seem like he was waiting up. Though, he peeks through his blinds to watch him walk up the driveway to the porch.

Once he was out of sight, Shawn jumps into bed and pretends to be asleep as he hears Raul try to creep past his door to his own room. He was terrible at being stealthy. Shawn waits for the opening and close of Raul's door before sitting up in bed.

He glances at his phone, counting backward, "Three...two...one..." Like clockwork, Kallie's name flashes across his screen and he grabs it on his way out the door. He didn't need to read it, it always said the same thing.

He creeps downstairs, much better than Raul ever could, and quietly leaves out the front door. He pauses under the roof of the porch to throw his hood up and then takes off at a sprint down the street. Shawn hasn't even broken a sweat by the time he reaches her backyard.

Shawn sends a short text as he looks up at her window and waits. The lamp next to the window turns on and it quietly shifts open. Kallie leans out over the sill to beam down at him. "You're getting slower, Mendes," she teases.

"As if, Hayes," he scoffs. "Send it down," he demands impatiently.

She rolls her eyes and disappears from the window before a rope ladder unfolds down the side of the house. He begins to climb the homemade contraption, quickly but carefully. They had to get innovative after Shawn almost broke the trellis he used to climb and they almost got caught.

After carefully maneuvering through the window, Shawn helps her tuck the ladder back under her bed for now. He kicks off his shoes and takes off his jacket as she closes the window and her blinds before turning back to him. She leans against it coyly with her legs crossed.

Shawn can't help the way his eyes trail up the smooth skin of her legs to her pajama shorts. Kallie notices and raises a brow at him. "Stare much?" She chuckles as she stands and walks toward him.

"Well," he begins, his cheeks slightly red. He meets her in the middle of the room at the foot of her bed. "I can't really help it," he laughs.

She looks up at him, the foot of height difference stretching between them. "Is that right?" She smirks. He shrugs, returning the same look. Slowly, she grabs the hem of her shirt and twists it over her head. Nothing underneath but bare, soft skin.

Shawn chuckles, the sound coming out strangled and weak. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he smiles reluctantly. "That's not fair," he groans out.

"It isn't?" She plays innocent as she closes the space between them. He shakes his head, not hiding the flicker of his gaze to her chest. Kallie stands on her tiptoes as she rests her hands on Shawn's chest to whisper in his ear, "Then, why don't you do something about it?"

His eyes immediately gaze into hers, the lamplight making his usual dark brown eyes seem slightly golden. He grabs her suddenly by the waist, pulling her hips against his. She lets out a surprised gasp as her hands slide to his biceps. "I will," he almost growls.

With that, he leans down and crashes his lips into hers.

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Rooftop Rendezvous

Den of Thieves Borracho x Black!OC

Summary: Benny "Borracho" Magalon works tirelessly under Nick O'Brien's cruel regime as a member of the Major Crimes division of New York (formally Los Angeles). His baby and her mom don't see him for weeks at a time, but tonight, Daddy comes home.

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Rating: Explicit +18

Warning(s) [this one's a doozy so here we GO]: smut, porn with plot, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool!), roof top sex, CAUGHT public sex, vaginal penetration, anal play (male receiving), minor injuries, mentions of blood, slight angst?... and I probably missed something and I apologize

Word Count: uh yup there are definitely words here.

Author's Note: FIRST. Show me another fic written about Maurice Compte's character from Den of Thieves who had virtually no lines or direct screen time and who's presence is so insignificant I had to look up his name in the credits! SHOW ME I DARE YOU... please? I'd be mystified to read it, I couldn't find any... it's exclusively Paul Schreiber up in that fandom. 

Nobody asked for this so I will not be tagging anyone... if you’d like to be tagged for more Borracho, holler at me in the comments!

Picture courtesy of le Google

Their New York apartment is only third floor, the view from the south side window obscured by the iron fire escape, and the east windows separated by rooms. Minnie always crawled into her bed whenever her dad was away. He worked long hours– longer than most cops under Nick's leadership– and so the bed was empty for so long that Robyn stopped saying no because she was lonely, too. 

City noise never stopped. There were still places to go, work to be done, crime to commit, people to arrest, parties to go to, errands to run, and people to see. City noise never stopped, but it did slow down. Police sirens were harder to go unnoticed but they were often far away. Any conversation on the street level drifted high up to the windows but wasn't strong enough to overhear. Minnie's breathing was soft– there was a light whistle escaping her nose. Rob was finally beginning to drift off for the night when the weight of her daughter lifted from her arms. 

Heavy booted footsteps moved quietly out of the room and down the hall, taking Minnie's soft snore with them. The urge to get up twitched in her limbs but did not spur her into action, she was too close to the edge of sleep to wake up. The boots came back, and the soft scuff of removal followed before perfect city silence fell upon the bedroom once more. That is until a large hand grabbed her tightly by the arm and jerked her into the sitting position. 

Rob tried to scream but her voice was too weak and it came out more like a squeak. Fuzzy chin hair scraped her cheek as the intruder pressed a rough kiss to her mouth. 

"Get up," he growled, "need you…" 

His voice sent a bolt of electricity to her core. It was her husband who was pulling her impatiently off the bed and to her feet. She fell against his chest and made him carry her to the living room, opting to remain just limp enough to be moved like a rag doll. When his profile caught in the silver tone of the moon, she heard herself whimper. He looked intimidating with the bold line of his nose and the thick weight of his brow. He sat her down a little too roughly onto the windowsill and she oofed, rubbing her sore butt. 

"Sorry," he whispered. 

Unlocking the window, he reclaimed her lips before taking her hand and guiding her out onto the fire escape. 

"Where the hell are we going?" 

"Roof," he said curtly. He followed her out and closed the window just a sliver so they could get back inside this way. "I don't want to wake up Minnie." 

The climb up to the roof was long and slow. Rob was sure he was staring at her ass, and sure enough when she looked back she met his hungry gaze as it flicked upwards. He kept pace behind her even though with his powerful stride he could easily overtake her, and she knew why when his hand passed over her sleeping shorts again and again, taking handfuls of her ass and squeezing. They were halfway up the building when Rob's brain finally cleared of the mental fog of sleep. 

"Minnie's a heavy sleeper babe, we can just lock the door." 

Benny shook his head. In a moment, his body was pressed into her back and his voice in her ear. "I love you. As soon as we get up there, I'm gonna fuck you like I don't, and I'm not gonna be able to keep you quiet for it." 

Rob shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold. Benny swatted her ass and she kept going, moving a little faster in anticipation this time. The last three flights of stairs went by too fast and then they were on the uneven, concrete shithole that was the roof of their apartment complex. 

"Get down!" Rob grabbed the back of Benny's head as they ducked behind an air conditioning unit. It was one of their neighbors, an old guy who had a pigeon coop. She didn't need to hear Benny growl because she could feel it rumble from deep in his chest. They held their position until Old Andy limped his way to the roof access door and moved the stopper chair aside, retreating into the building to sleep. 

Alone at last with the beast. Benny pulled the stocking cap off his head and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder. His jaw ticked like he was looking for a fight– and that's exactly what Rob was going to give him (he knew it by the way she smirked). 

Her name had barely passed through his lips when she threw a punch at him. He caught it with ease and tried to wrap her up in his arms, but she ducked and tried to run. She didn't get far, what with the locked grip on her wrist, and he dragged her back to him so roughly she screamed. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and made her thighs slick, she growled when his hand caught her jaw and his teeth dug into that perfect spot on her neck. 

"Take your fucking clothes off," he growled, then let her go. 

He stretched the seams in her shorts pulling them down her legs. Rob slept in no underwear, and Benny definitely ripped her shirt taking it off. She crossed her arms against the cold and the blatant exposure. 

"I liked that shirt, you bastard." The man responded with nothing more than a wink. 

While Benny was unbuckling his belt, Rob fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. It was a struggle trying to work with stiff-from-the-cold fingers and stay out of his way. Once his belt was free of the pant loops, his hand wrapped around hers, taking up the fold of his shirt, and pulling hard. Two buttons ripped and became lost among the gravel on the ground. He shrugged out of the patterned shirt and let her hang on to it. 

Benny bent over to work his shoes off and when he looked back up, Rob was draped in nothing but his plaid shirt. He cupped himself in his jeans just for a second before taking them down as far as his knees. He watched the woman's bare feet work around the sharp rocks to stand behind him. There was hardly a second to squint before her finger slipped between his butt cheeks like the world's most inappropriate wet willy. 

He tensed only for a moment, then relaxed the muscles in his body so she could slip a second finger in his asshole. He only managed to push his pants halfway down his calves before his bobbing cock demanded attention. As his back straightened, Rob stopped fingering him and let him pull her to his chest to plant a kiss to her hairline. She shuddered knowing it would be the last gentle thing he did to her up here. 

She was practically dripping wet, no need to ease in and frankly, he didn't have the patience for it anymore. Rob let him control her position. He had one arm wrapped around her middle and the other tangled in the micro braids of her hair. He pulled her down on his cock and she hissed from the burn. Benny's dick stretched all kinds of pussy open wide and tonight he was hard as a rock doing it. She made a noise like a rabbit in a bear trap when he finally bottomed out. The unkept hair on his balls tickled everything around it. 

Suddenly, the word went bright white and the two of them froze. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

Fuck! Old Andy’s got a flashlight and is standing awkwardly behind the roof door. His eyes are wide and confused, not that Rob could actually see since he’s got the damn light shining directly on her. Benny can see just fine though. He can see an old man interrupting their very public private moment and getting some ideas about the situation. 

“M-Miss. Robyn? Are you alright?” 

In hindsight, Benny realized this probably looked very bad. 

“Let her go, asshole, I’m calling the police!” 

Rob stuck her hand out defensively. “No! Mr. Mandel, this is–” she moaned quietly as she moved just a little bit on his stiff cock– “this is my husband. I’m fine, really. Go back to bed.” 

Old Andy wasn’t giving up. He glared at Benny unconvinced, and Benny smirked. He let her hair slip from his hand and placed both of his hands on the back of his head. Rob’s own hands found his hips– as embarrassed as she felt, she didn’t want him to stop. 

“She’s free to go, aren’t you, Robbie?” He said it to Old Andy, who couldn’t mind his own business, but Benny made sure to alleviate the man’s fears. Or rather, he’d let Rob do it for him. With no one to control her (and drunk off the feeling of having Benny, completely raw, for the first time in ages), Rob mewled and began to fuck herself on his cock, encouraged just a little by the rock of his own hips to meet hers. She bit her lip, curling her spine to look up at him with lust in her eyes. 

"Bunch of freaks!" Andy stormed off, disgusted, and probably looking to bother the landlord about it. But nobody was going to stop Benny from having his wife. He covered her hands with his own and squeezed, before slipping out of her warmth and forcing her down to her hands and knees. He dropped, grunting as the sharp gravel sent a pins-and-needles sensation up his thigh. He slipped right back into her sticky cave and began pounding fast and loose into her. 

Rob's pussy suckled his cock like she was afraid he wouldn't slam it home but he did. Every. Single. Time. His breath began to billow in clouds, sharply contrasting white against the black blanket of night. He was right– she would never have been able to keep quiet. Rob made a high keening noise, sharply cut every time his hips connected, and broken strings of unintelligible words pouring out of her mouth like drool. He fucked her harder, chasing his release and knowing she couldn't be far herself. Her knees slid in the gravel and she yelped before cumming so hard she couldn't breath. Benny tangled his fingers into her hair when he felt his balls tighten and pulled back when he lost his rhythm. He groaned long and low, pressing his hips flush against hers and giving her everything– all of his cum. More ropes painted her walls as he collapsed on top of her back, pinning her to the dirty rooftop. 

His vision danced with stars, and when he realized Rob was breathing again, he rocked his hips just for the hell of it. Benny's legs were numb, saliva on the edge of his mouth that he wanted to share with Rob. She let him kiss her but pulled away to catch her breath. She let him do all the work of standing them up, and she waited until he was distracted pulling up his pants to wipe the gravel out of the fresh abrasions in her skin. 

Coming down from their highs, Rob collected her shorts and Benny's hat, grimacing as her pussy clenched around nothing, sore and wracked with the aftershocks of sex. The walk back down to their window was slower, Rob's trembling legs keeping her tied to the railings for dear life. Benny noticed her lagging behind and came back with a real, satisfied smile on his face as he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder the rest of the way (careful not to exacerbate her soreness). He didn't put her down until he reached the couch. 

He knelt before her on his good knee to examine her. Rob was sunk into the plush couch basking in fucked out bliss. There was a soft smile on her lips and the rise and fall of her naked chest beneath his open shirt ignited that feral feeling in his chest again. He ran a hand up her thigh and noticed the state of her knees. Feeling guilty, he planted a kiss just above them.

"Lo siento."

Benny grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. As he went to wash his hands, he noticed the sticky mess on them– there was blood there too. He opened his fly and looked just to be certain… and sure enough there was a little blood in his pants too. 

The frantic footfalls coming towards her on the couch startled her back into wakefulness. Benny was almost in a full sprint and he looked terrified. His hands were shaking as he gently pried her legs apart, he looked ready to cry when it seemed to hurt her. 

"Are you OK?" He pulled at the waistband of her shorts but her hands stopped him. "You're bleeding...?" 

It took her a second to realize he wasn't asking about her knees. She shook her head, sitting up a little and getting comfortable against the ache in her sex to press her forehead to his. 

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm OK. You um… caught me coming off my period, that's all." 

His eyes rolled back into his head he was so relieved. Rob couldn't help but laugh and he joined in. He sighed and grabbed the kit to treat her knees. She sat back again, reveling in the feeling of having her husband back for the night. 

~

Rob snored softly. Benny finished bandaging her up and took a seat next to her. He had had to wrap up her palms, too, there were some light grazes and a deep cut in one of them. He stuck his nose in her hair and inhaled, drinking in the scent of apricot, coconut, and black pepper. 

God I missed you. 

The clock was ticking fast and daylight was right around the corner. No doubt they would get a visit from the landlord about Andy's complaint, and there was the matter of the energetic six-year-old who would be awake soon. Just a few hours of sleep in his own bed was what he really needed now. 

He thought about leaving Rob be, but he didn't want to be apart from her any more than he had to. He set her down in the bed and crawled in after her, pulling the blankets up from the floor and wrapping it around them. 

Just for a little while he wanted peace. He was trying to get comfortable when his phone started to ring. He did not have to look to know who it was, calling at 4 am after only 2 hours of separation. Benny nerfed the call and turned his phone off with a great sense of satisfaction, then curled around Rob's sleeping form. He let the shallow rise and fall of her breathing lull him into a half sleep, fully intending to get up in three hours to make Minnie breakfast and just be a dad for a day.

Edit: I'm a clown, I misspelled his last name whoops hope you enjoyed it anyways

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AI MIKAZE YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He's very… monotone in his love. He rarely says it verbally and usually turns to soft touches. Mainly because hes still unsure himself oh how this is supposed to work but by God dont think that's a weakness. His grip does tend to tighten. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Much like Masato, he ruins their life without taking it. Im talking about exploiting their deepest darkest secrets, absolutely humiliating them in front of everyone that knows them hes like anonymous, but worse. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He doesnt mock them but he studies them which may or may not be worse. To have someone watch you break down and lose it, completely emotionless; analyzing you as your form becomes weaker and weaker is so much worse than a punch to the face. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Eh. He puts them in uncomfortable situations to study their reaction. It can go from anywhere to calling a ~bigger~ person pregnant looking, to going on the dark web and watching someone commit cannibalism. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He unknowingly entrusts then with a lot of it mainly because he wants his darling to explain to him why he's feeling this way. Why his heart aches to be with them under any circumstances. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd have a very rationally laid out answer for this type of reaction. May it be the lack of freedom of constant staring of his; its okay. He forgives them. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is not a game but rather a sick science experiment. Go ahead, try to escape, but there's literal traps all around the house and without his helping hand to guide them past them, theyre are sure to hurt themselves. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

As mentioned above, he has literal traps around the house. From tripping over invisible string to being magnet cuffed to the wall. Their worst experience, however, has to have been when they found a "secret" door, (which wasn't actually there, he put it there) and opened it only to have water pour on them and getting electrocuted. Now if you didnt know, water and electricity dont mix. Especially not on a human. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to keep them with him of course. But more as a pet. A science experiment that bends to his every will. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesnt get jealous. He gets deadly. If someone tried to touch his darling or "save" them, he would W R E C K them in the worst way possible. Rationally, of course. All his steps are calculated and they would never catch him. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts relatively normal. Emotionless, stoic, smart. But he loves to just, well, love them. He likes to curl up against them or put them in his lap and run his fingers through their hair, whispering sweet words that they knew, ultimately, meant nothing. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Its a curiosity game. He's curious about them and they try to find out why he's the way he is. Why so blank? So monotone? It's quite fun to watch them figure him out while he already several files on them. 

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No. Much like he told Syo and Natsuki, theyre a test subject and he made that very clear from the beginning on, to everyone. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Traps, testing the limits of the human body, you know? Hypothermia? How long til it kicks in? Could you withstand the boiling point of skin if he just gradually turns up the heat? Of course hed never kill you. Just… observe the process. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

They dont have any rights outside of him. They rely on him for everything from clothing to food and water, to walks in the park. Everything is determined and up to him. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He actually has a decent amount of patience because, again. Experiment. He wants to know why they're feeling this way and makes them talk about every last out and episode. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Quite honestly, that depends on the natural personality of his darling. If they're kind and compassionate, almost like a mother, he would feel all kinds of sad emotions, maybe even overheat and "die". If they're constantly defiant and just annoying to deal with one way or another, he can find himself a new darling. 

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. He might have felt a ping of guilt once or twice but if his darling didn't catch that, they missed all their opportunity. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Mainly the confusion about emotions in general. No one told him that feeling this strong toward someone was not, well, normal, but toxic. Suffocating. Deadly. Everyone just told him he was in love. Who knew love could be so killer? 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Indifferent. He'd take comfort them to get information out of them. Some times though he actually does hurt for them, mainly if it wasnt his fault though. Which is rarely the case. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

This is literally an experiment to him. Its not true obsession, but a kid who takes it way too far, ya know? 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Since he is very confused about his emotions, as mentioned above, if you catch him in a vulnerable state and kind of step on his emotions a bit, you might be able to distract him. Emphasis on might. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Oh yes, mainly to see their reactions and it's not as extreme as others. He would never beat them, cut them, or feed them to the wolves. Just… testing their limits in other ways.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Its so bittersweet that after every bad thing, he holds his darling tight and tells them how proud he is of them, how much he "LOVES" them, knowing damn well that he has no clue what love is and this is just unhealthy behavior. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He calls it observing rather than pining lol but he can go on for ages or at least until his darling shows interest in him, too. Thats when he strikes.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? 

Yes and hes in the process of that. Taking away their rights is only the first step of forming an obedient pet .

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