#🍓 anon

[princessbrunette]

idk i'm a little feral over an au where john b + sarah just kinda perv out on an innocent!reader fjfhjd like just imagine hanging out with the both of them n sarah is like kneeing off the couch n spreading your thighs apart 'what? i just wanna try something silly! just relax...' when - 🍓

john b just so easily and gently handling you onto his lap infront of sarah as she sinks to her knees and starts tying her hair up ?? and you’re all like “i can’t tell if you guys are just being silly…” all shy and john b is all smiley in your ear like “ohhhh, no sweetheart. shes deadly serious. here, lemme hold these for you.” slotting his hands under your knees so he can pull them up to your chest and hold them open whilst sarah pulls ur panties to the side ???? :(

“you’ve never done this with friends? that’s crazy, it’s so much fun. just… shh, lemme show you okay?” sarah is being sugary sweet before her tongue starts sliding through your folds. john b is in your ear with that sexy rumbly deep voice that’s soothing you through the whole thing, chuckling away at your reactions n making little side commentary like “uh-huh, sarah’s gonna go real easy on you. you’re lucky jj’s not here, he’s been wanting to get his hands on that pussy for some time now. not sure he’d be as nice about it, but you know — figured we’d ease you into things right?” just talking about you like you’re their toy :((

#🍓 anon #john b x reader x sarah

[starfxkr]

I NEED puppy to snap, like they are out on an adventure they keep underestimating her or johnbee gets hurt and they play it down she loses her temper I need to see her angry -🍓

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˚✿˖°

sometimes it felt like everyone thought you were stupid, less capable but that couldn't be farther from the truth. which is why when john b came back to the chateau--shoulder stiff and at an awkward angle you knew something was wrong.

if only everyone would stop playing in your fucking face about it.

"trust me pooch, your man's just fine. he's just kinda...tired, yeah." jj's grin does very little to settle the rage setting in your sternum.

he's a fucking liar.

"mhm." you turn to look at your boyfriend, barely containing your anger, "john b what happened."

"look it's nothing i'm fine i- FUCK!" you poke right at the socket of his shoulder, barely grazing at all and he looks like he wants to pass out.

"jj. leave."

"on it boss!" truly you don't have to tell him twice and the blonde leaves you inside to examine john b's likely broken shoulder.

for a while you don't say anything, focusing on making a makeshift sling and a comfrey compress to help with the pain. it's only when he starts talking again that your anger reignights.

"i just didn't want you to stress out-"

"stress? i'm way past stressed i could fucking knock your head off right now. do you think im a fuckin idiot? you think i'm incapable of handling these types of situations? because if thats the face why am i fucking here. why am i relegated to sitting here like a fuckin housewife hoping you'll come home in one piece. you never let me help you, or or go out with you so you lock me away and you're still worried about me being stressed like im some fragile little bitch who'll faint at the sight of blood! newsflash dickhead: i see more of it than you do!" by the end of your rant you're panting, pacing the living room as he stares at you from the couch.

"...sorry?"

frustrated, you let out a loud groan and stomp outside to the hammock, sprawling out as you tried to calm back down. after a few minutes you felt the hammock dip, and john b's hand rubbed your back.

"it's not that i think you're incapable alright? it'd just kill me if something happened to you. everyday i'm happy to just come home to you." slowly, he makes his way to lay next to you but you still face away from him.

"what good is that if you're getting fucked up. i just wish you would trust me enough to not lie to me either."

he sighs, "you're right."

"i know i am. i love you."

"i love you too, bubba."

"you're still in deep shit with me."

"fuck."

#✨.txt #john b prompt #puppy!reader #🍓 anon

[withleeknow]

On his clingy days, which are quite rare, Minho will snuggle up against your back like a koala whilst you cook or clean. As you wander around the house like two linked penguins, his head will be resting on your shoulder and his arms are wrapped around your waist.

i may or may not be in #softleeknowhrs rn

- 🍓

clingy mimo 😭

you're right, those would be rare days indeed. so when they do happen, it makes it even more special.

physical touch as his secondary love language goes crazy. it would start off with lingering touches while you're still in bed together, him not willing to let you get up and go about your day just yet. then he thinks oh? he can just spend your day with you. that's when he starts latching onto your body wherever you go - when you brush your teeth and wash your face, when you do your morning skincare, when you take care of the chores that you left until today.

he'd let you go when it's time to make breakfast though. but, since he's the chef, he would wrap your arms around his own waist from behind, making you back hug him as he cooks for the both of you. you look like a couple of dumbasses maneuvering the kitchen, bumping into counters, knocking things over, but he still wouldn't let you let go of him :(

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

[nadvs]

okay so basically i was thinking that rafe and reader just had a kid and rafe has been neglecting them and reader for whatever reason and then topper or anyone comes over and since the kid hasn’t seen rafe in so long they end up calling them dad which rafe hears and gets mad at for a bit and then someone puts him in check and he apologizes to reader and starts putting more effort into the family🩷

🍓anon

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You don’t understand how Rafe can be so heartless.

Whenever your son smiles at you, dimples just like his father’s, you wonder how Rafe doesn’t miss him. How he can drift in and out of your home, hardly ever present.

Your relationship was once so joyful. You ran in the same social circles, eyes on each other at parties, when your mutual friend Topper finally introduced you to each other.

You hit it off and started dating and then, six months into your relationship, your life changed forever when you stood tense in your bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

Rafe was shaken at first. He was shaken for a while. It wasn’t until he saw the screen at your first ultrasound that he could fully understand that you were bringing a human being into the world.

And then he settled into the role, feeling genuinely hopeful about the future for the first time in life. He found a beachfront condo for your growing family. He filled it with furniture. He started talking about all the things the three of you could do together.

But as your son grew, the stress got to the both of you, leading you into more and more arguments with each other. Rafe became cold and distant.

You tried to talk sense into him, tell him that if he was falling out of love with you, that was fine, but he had to love your child. Regardless, Rafe kept drifting away from both of you, your once solid family breaking apart and deteriorating.

One afternoon, you text Topper asking if he can buy and drop off diapers. Rafe was supposed to do it but he hasn’t been home in days. You don’t want to bother calling him, knowing he’ll just disappoint you.

When he comes by, you can see it in Topper’s expression that you look just as sad as you feel.

“You okay?” He’s standing outside the door, handing you the box of diapers.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, voice cracking. “He’s barely even home, Top. It’s like he’s checking out.”

Your son waddles towards you, arms spread out. You wipe away your tears and pick him up, forcing a smile for him.

When he looks at Topper and babbles dada, your heart shatters.

“That’s not dada,” you say, kissing your son on the cheek. You look to your friend. “Sorry. I’m kind of a mess right now. Thank you for dropping these off.”

Rafe is at the club, drinking a scotch and gazing out at the golf course, when his phone starts buzzing, Topper’s name on his screen. He answers with a tired drawl.

“Hey, man,” he hears on the other line. “You gotta get your shit together.”

“What?”

“Your girl’s not doing so good. And your kid thought I was his dad.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She asked me to buy diapers,” Topper says. “Shouldn’t you be doing that?”

Rafe can only angrily hang up, his blood running hot. You’re calling other people for help? Really?

He finds your name in his phone and calls you. But you don’t answer.

It’s late when he finally comes home, carrying two big grocery bags.

You just got your son down to sleep and rush to the door, shushing Rafe as he walks in. He’s pissed off that the first thing you do when you see him is shush him.

“What’s all this?” you ask, looking at the full, heavy bags he’s carrying.

“Apparently, you got someone else to bring you diapers,” he says bitterly, “but I got everything else we need.”

“How would you know what we need?” you say tersely.

“Don’t give me shit right now,” Rafe mutters, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. He starts to put things away, loudly opening cupboards and drawers, when you grip his arm.

“You’ll wake him,” you scold. Rafe turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing.

“I did something good,” he says. “Can you show some goddamn appreciation?”

“Am I supposed to thank you for buying us food?” you snap. “It’s your job.”

Rafe hangs his head, sighing deeply as he rests his hands on the hard marble counter. You’re expecting him to keep arguing with you. But his next words come out strained.

“He thought Top was his dad?” he mumbles.

You cross your arms, feeling a sense of vindication.

“Yeah,” you say. “Can you blame him? He’s the only guy he’s seen around here in a long time.”

Rafe cracks his neck, pacing away from you as he breathes deeply, circling back towards you.

“Why’d you call him?” Rafe asks. He hates that another man provided for his family.

“What, and not you? Like you’re so reliable,” you mutter. “Where the hell have you been, Rafe?”

Rafe’s been living in a haze. He can’t forget your last argument when you screamed at him that if he didn’t love you, fine, but he had to love your son.

Fine. You’re fine if he doesn’t love you anymore.

Rafe has never cried in front of you. He always stifled it or left the room whenever he felt the thick threat of tears in his throat. He thought he had to be a man.

But at this point, he’s too weak to put up a front.

When Rafe starts sniffling, your heart drops. You’re in complete shock that he cares enough to cry about this.

You’re speechless. You stand across from him, just as still as you were the day you learned you were pregnant.

“Home,” he replies, voice thin. He’s been staying at the house, ignoring everyone. When he gets stir crazy, he goes to the club. Either way, he’s been a shell of himself, carrying his sorrow wherever he goes.

“This is home,” you say softly. You look down at the floor, your brows pinched. “What happened? We used to be…”

“What? In love?” he mutters.

“Happy.” You meet his glossy eyes. “Now all we do is fight.”

“And whose fucking fault is that?” he mutters. You scoff incredulously.

“It takes two, Rafe,” you snap. “Is that why you bailed? Because things got tough? Your baby needs you.”

“But do you need me?” he says. His words render you speechless. An even harder, colder tension grows between you.

“You said you’d be fine if I didn’t love you anymore,” he says lowly.

“I meant…” You take a deep breath. “Rafe, I’m… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t love me anymore,” he mutters. “You’ll leave. I’ll barely see him. What’s the point in delaying it?”

Your head is muddled. Normally, you’d put your hand on his when he spins out like this. Talk him down. But he has hurt you so much lately that touching him would feel unnatural.

“I’d never keep your son away from you,” you say.

“But you would break up me,” he says. You’re so angry at him that giving him any sort of reassurance feels like a betrayal to your pain. He doesn’t deserve the consoling.

But then you notice a tear roll down his cheek and your heart softens.

“Is that why you’ve been like this?” you ask.

Over the past few weeks, Rafe realized he was always scared of being abandoned. Under thick layers of anger and disdain, he fears inadequacy. And why not leave before he’s left?

He stares at you in silence, as if saying his fears out loud will make them come true.

“It’s not on me. You stopped loving me a long time ago,” you say, allowing him to see a crack in your armor.

“I never…” he begins resolutely. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And this is how you treat somebody you love? By giving up?” you say. “I’ve been doing everything alone. Do you have any idea how exhausted I am?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose, the guilt he’s been repressing flooding him all at once. He knows he’s failing you. Failing your family.

He won’t say anything else. He can’t.

“If you’re sleeping here tonight, you can take the couch,” you say, pacing out of the kitchen. “I don’t want to even lie next to you.”

Rafe doesn’t give into the impulse to leave, even though his fears and anxieties are screaming at him to. He settles onto the couch. It takes him an hour to fall asleep.

When you wake up to your son’s crying from the nursery at dawn, you hear Rafe’s soft, tired voice consoling him. You drift back off into sleep, sure he’ll call you for help within minutes.

When consciousness slowly pulls you out of your slumber, you can tell by the brightness in your room that it’s well past sunrise. When you check your phone, you’re shocked to see that you slept until noon.

You head downstairs, your chest tightening when you see Rafe playing with your son, his smile bright.

Rafe’s blue eyes meet yours. He gave you the gift of rest, something you’ve been dying for.

“I’m not giving up,” Rafe says. “If you break up with me, I want to know that at least, I… I tried my hardest.”

“If you try your hardest, I won’t break up with you,” you tell him, still harboring hostility.

Instead of arguing with you, Rafe simply nods. You’re shocked he doesn’t have a nasty retort.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, planting a kiss on your son’s head, earning giggles from him. “Both of you.”

His tone and gaze are so sincere that you almost believe him. It’ll take a while for you to trust him again, but he’ll wait it out as long as he needs to.

#anon this prompt is so good and ANGSTY #i don’t usually write a mean rafe so i hope you like it 🤭 #blurb #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #🍓 anon

[lovepeachh]

jason jacking off anon again (i would very much rather be 🍓anon if possible thank you)

But jason having you ride him and you’re in nothing but HIS leather jacket and yeah it’s hot but you know what’s hotter? You don’t even know you’re own engagement ring is in the pocket that he’s planning on proposing with the next day

Sorry for the long wait babes

Warnings: 18+ content, penetrative sex (p in v), riding, swearing, fem reader

"Fuck, babydoll. You're so gorgeous." Jason grunts as he guides your hips up and down onto his length.

You're in his leather jacket, and nothing else. And good lord it is hot, he has to stop himself from cumming just from looking at you.

He can't help but moan at the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, watching as your tits bounce and your face twists up in pleasure.

He moves a hand up to play with them.

"You're so pretty, sweetheart."

"Jason!" you squeal as he toys with you, all while you bounce up and down on his cock. He gazes at your reactions like an idiot in love.

"So pretty f'me."

The jacket sticks to your sweat sticky skin, and seeing you in it triggers something a little possessive in him.

His jacket on his girl.

He wants to make you feel good, the way you make him feel. Not just physically, you've given him a home in your heart. A space where he doesn't have to be anything for anyone, he just has to be there, and you'll love him.

He doesn't need to be Robin. Or Red Hood.

He just needs to be Jason. And for you, Jason will always be enough.

"Jason- Jas- oh fuck!" you cry out in pleasure as your climax washes over you like a wave of unadulterated pleasure.

You slump against him, and something falls out of the pocket of the jacket.

"What is-"

"Shhh, don't worry about it, sweetheart." He shushes. He knows exactly what it is.

An engagement ring.

A ruby.

Red. His color. For his wife.

He'll show you when he's ready. When the moment is perfect.

The perfect beginning to the perfect forever.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #peachh writes #peachh replies #🍓 anon

[allfearstofallto]

Okie so we've had childe meeting scara's wife, but what about scara meeting childe's wife for the first time? If not can we hear more about the first one?

- 🍓

You are so right strawberry!! My dumbass really forgot that I could write the scenario going the other way!!

Scaramouche Meeting Childe's Wife

Yandere Childe! x reader x Yandere(?) Scaramouche

After almost a year of Childe fawning over you, the look of disinterest his coworker gave you was rather refreshing. The man, only a head shorter than Childe and obviously much more frail looking, had a scowl that could kill. You wondered how long it took to get a look that aggressive, but somehow still elegant on his delicate features.

“And this is my lovely wife!” Childe said rather excitedly and the man merely rolled his eyes.

“It's very nice to meet you,” you muttered softly, he didn't have much in the way to say back. Despite the cold of Snezhnaya he was wearing a shirt that barely went down to his elbows, shorts, and sandals. The cold of Snezhnaya wasn't normal, it felt like the air was biting you. You couldn't even leave the house without a few good layers, yet here he was walking through it with ease, “You're not dressed well for the weather.”

Another glare was shot your way, his eyes colder than the snow, “Skip the pleasantries. I'm here because I have to be. Don't pretend you want to speak with me.”

You didn't even dare look at Childe after the man spoke. He was always so quick to anger, especially when it came to you. Childe had very few loyalties in his life, one of them being the Tsaritsa, the other being you. He often told you how easily he could and would turn on anyone else if needed be, and it seemed this coworker was going to be no different.

“Number six,” you could hear that he was forcing the words through gritted teeth, “Perhaps I wasn't clear when I told you that I love my wife more than anything in this world.”

“You were clear. But perhaps I didn't care,” the man was bold, you'd give him that. And despite how rude he was being he still walked further into the home, taking off the large ornate hat he was wearing and letting you finally see how beautiful his silky, indigo hair was.

Childe followed soon after and the two of them went to talk. You could already tell that he wasn't completely friendly with this coworker, out of the many you'd met. You knew more harbingers than the average person did in a lifetime, more than you wanted to as well, but this one was the first one you'd seen be blatantly disrespectful.

But as they sat and chatted amongst themselves about missions and quite honestly, things you didn't understand, your mind still thought about how underdressed the man was. There was no way Childe would let him stay overnight, not with the way he was acting and Snezhnaya only got colder when the sun was down. You didn't want to just send him out into the elements.

“Could you bring me a spare jacket, and maybe some snow pants and boots,” you asked a maid and she was quick to drop what she was doing to scurry off and find things for you. In less than thirty minutes, everything was handed to you, neatly folded.

The meeting only lasted two hours and both Childe and his co-worker were leaving the office. You wondered if he ever got sick of scowling so much. Or if he ever even showed interest in anything at all.

Childe was walking faster than usual, probably trying to quickly get the man out of the house, but you stopped him, holding up the clothes that you'd acquired. The way both men looked at you made your heart sink to your ass, your orange haired husband had so much fury in his eyes from your kindness to the other, but didn't stop you.

“It's…it’s just cold out there,” you muttered, hoping that Childe would understand your explanation. He allowed the other man to take the clothes, a gentle smirk on his face.

Throughout the whole day, you'd never seen him with anything but his usual frown, you weren't even aware that he could smile, “Such thoughtfulness. I see why number eleven is interested in you,”

The door to the home was opened and the man ushered out. He was still holding the items you'd given him, not wearing them, but you didn't want to tell him to stop. Not while Ajax was looking at you so angrily. You didn't want to cause even more misunderstandings.

“Scaramouche,” he said while still walking out the door. You must've made a noise of confusion because he elaborated, “I'm called Scaramouche. And I'll see you soon.”

#mai<3 answers #🍓 anon #genshin #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche

[uravitypng]

Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!

I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<

🍓:3

i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33

tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.

the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.

he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.

after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...

you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.

you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.

he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.

"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.

"liar."

you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.

you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.

"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."

there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."

"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.

"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.

"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.

"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.

tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."

your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.

"one last chance princess."

you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."

tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.

"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.

his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."

you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.

tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.

he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."

he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.

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[beautifulbrainrot]

Sub!sirius and remus who teased james without readers permission and r finds him in the dorm all needy and punishes them

maybe with degration and edging-🍓

when you walked up to your dorm, you could hear the telltale whimpers of james nearing his orgasm. your eyes narrowing, fury flowing through you, you pushed open the door, to reveal what was happening inside.

the three boys immediately turned to you, deer in headlights expression on each of their faces. sirius was on his knees in front of james, james’ cock still stuffed in his mouth. remus sitting behind james on the bed, kissing his neck and playing with his hair, hand still curled in james’ tousled hair when you entered the room.

“what are you doing?”

sirius pulled of james’ cock with a pop, causing james to squeak, and remus lept of the bed to face you.

you looked disapprovingly at your boys faces, before looking down to see the very obvious tents in their pants. remus noticed what you were looking at, and immediately covered up, sirius following his actions.

james just looked at you sheepishly, eyes wide, completely exposed on the bed.

“one of you, answer me.” you commanded, voice low with thinly veiled anger.

“jamie- james started it! he was all needy and whining!” sirius answered, and james cried out in indignation.

“no! you- i didn’t..”

remus sighed at the two boys arguing, accepting defeat.

“i’m sorry, we just-“ remus started.

“shut it. all of you are such little whores, constantly begging for attention. i leave for one hour, and this is how i find you all? disobeying one of my clear rules?”

they all looked down shamefully, sirius scuffing his feet on the floor slightly, james pouting. he hated being told off.

“all of you, stay right there. you’re going to watch me get off, without touching yourselves.” you commanded, silencing the boys almost immediately when they started protesting.

“shut up. you were bad, and now you’re getting punished.”

the boys stayed silent, not wanting you to worsen their punishment, though they really couldn’t think of anything worse that watching you pleasure yourself without being able to touch you, or touch themselves.

eyes wide, they watched you strip down till you were naked before getting on the bed, laying back, propped up on pillows so that you could look right into their eyes.

the three boys watched as you put your fingers in your mouth, wetting them with your saliva, before skimming your hand down your curves to your bare, glistening pussy.

you let out a soft moan as you rubbed your fingers over your sensitive clit in a circular motion. james couldn’t hold back a whimper as your started pleasuring yourself, but you shut him up with a stern look. the boys cocks were hard, and your eyes locked on james’ as you massaged your swollen clit.

it was exponentially hard, to the point you could practically see it throbbing, slick with sirius’ saliva, tip red and weeping.

it was a beautiful sight.

you moaned again as you sped up your fingers, before moving down to press one into your quivering hole. sirius could feel his self control slipping away as he watched your pussy swallow your finger, the desperate need for that to be his cock inside of you instead of your finger becoming overwhelming, causing him to cry out.

“please- please let me fuck you- mommy, please!” he wailed, pressing his hand down on his bulge to calm the throbbing and twitching.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, causing sirius to pout.

“i can make you feel better, you know it mommy!”

“don’t be cocky, sirius. it’s not gonna get you anywhere. you’ve been a bad boy, just like james and remus, sucking jamies cock without my permission.”

sirius whined at that, but remus shushed him. remus, ever the good boy.

“cmon over here remmy.”

his eyes widened, and he tentatively moved toward you.

“take of your trousers, and your boxers baby.”

he quickly obliged, stripping down to nothing apart from his t-shirt. you bit your lip at the adorable sight, and remus blushed as you stared at him.

“now… put on a little show for me baby.”

his eyes widened and he looked at you, shock clear on his face.

“go on then. y’know what to do.”

he blushed deeply, but did what you said, reaching down to wrap his hand around his hard cock. you moaned at the sight, pumping your fingers in and out of yourself faster.

he moaned, eyes fixated on your wet pussy as he stroked his leaking cock. the other boys watched from the sidelines, cocks harder that ever, whining softly to themselves.

“m’ close mommy!” remus whined, stroking himself faster, harder, pre-come leaking steadily out of his reddened tip helping his hand glide along himself.

“hold it. you can cum, when mommy does.”

he whined, slowing down his hand movements. it wasn’t long though before you were close, thighs trembling as you fucked yours self with your fingers, whimpers and moans pouring from your parted lips.

your legs shook as you climaxed, remus cumming with you, shooting cum into his hand and onto his chest.

“what about us, mommy?” sirius whined, his cock twitching in his boxers.

“your punishment isn’t over yet.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #sub!remus lupin #sub remus lupin #james potter #james potter x reader #sub james potter #sub!james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sub sirius black #sub!sirius black #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #🍓 #🍓 anon

[schlattsdoll]

schlatt the kinda guy to let u sit on his lap to do his make up then get a boner 🤷‍♀️

🍓🩷

minors dni

schlatt wanting you to do his makeup for a stream, appealing to his female audience. "this would be a lot easier if you let me shave the chops bubbas." you joked with him, pulling out a razor. "hell no, only my barber can touch these." he stroked them, the pointed to his lap and pulled you down so you could sit. "so you're eye level short stuff."

he thought he was fine with you sitting there, but he underestimated exactly how much wiggling you would be doing. moving up to do his eyebrows, back down to check if they were even, bouncing back to do his eyeshadow and scooting to see if the wings were sisters or twins.

his mind drifted briefly to last night's activities, that started somewhat similarly; you sitting in his lap excitedly bouncing as you watched a movie. he shook himself out of his daydream, hearing the tts say something about how cute you were. "she's all mine, ain't she just the cutest?"

you finished up your handiwork, bouncing again in excitement. "doesn't jay look so pretty?"

he ended the stream soon after and washed his face with the clothe you handed him. "why'd we stop? i was having fun!" "we stopped, princess, because of all your wiggling an' bouncin'. now we got a problem." he thrusted his hips into yours and you giggled. " i can help with that..."

#chuckle sandwich imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt smut #jschlatt hcs #mcyt x reader #🍓 anon

[fcthots]

thinking about fake dating jason and falling in love.

it happens slowly and quietly, so slow you don’t even notice it.

and then you turn around and you’re head over heels for him, no idea how it happened.

-🍓

Anon, if i ever gain the ability to write full fics, this is the first thing i'm writing.

might turn this into an au and let y'all request scenes (tattooartist!jason style)

It started off simple. He needed a date to the gala. the press was brutal and he was a Wayne. He didn't want to put anyone in that sort of spotlight. He had a dark past and didn't want anyone to get dragged into it. You were bored, needed a date to a wedding, and you cared about your friend. Also, it helped that he was willing to pay you because he felt bad about the whole press thing. It was nothing more than an arrangement between friends, a way for you to help him out. He's always been there for you, no matter what. You didn't think twice about returning the favor.

He was sweet in public. Held your hand, kissed your cheek, always asked if you were up for a kiss when he thought it was necessary. His hand was always warm and comforting on your waist. It grounded. you, kept you in the moment with him. You loved hanging out with him. The arrangement had let allowed you to hand out with him all the time, anywhere and everywhere. There were some comments made about you in the press, but the negative ones didn't bother you (how could they think you were the bad influence, secret identity or not, he was the one with murders under his belt!) and there were some nice things. You ha your past delved into, which wasn't exactly fun, but Jason had warned you it would happen and oracle made sure everything traceable wasn't bad. Overall, it was fun. You got to hang out with your best friend 24/7 and you got some new instagram followers and fun edits made of you along the way.

When it did inevitably get a little rough, Jason was there for you, like always. He took care of all the truly nasty things the press had to say about you. He always respected your boundaries, and he took you on vacation when it all got too much, even if he had to leave early for a Gotham emergency.

Things had to be believable, of course, so there needed to be couple's pictures on your social media. He needed to lay down with you. He needed to press his body up against yours. he needed to wrap his arms around you. He needed to draw you so close to him that there wasn't any given one inch of space in between you. He needed to press his face to your chest and close his eyes.

Right?

He just needed the picture to look believable. That was all.

So why did he stay cuddled into you? Why did he fall asleep there like he was made to fit? Like it was the only place he's ever wanted to be?

And why did it make you want.

After that, you spent all of your time wanting. Wanting more. The arrangement was perfect. It gave you everything it was supposed to. So why did you want more? Why did you wish Jason would stop apologizing when he said he had to kiss you? Why did your heart sink when his hands left yours after you were away from prying eyes? When did the edits people made of you go from fun to painful, a reminder of the way you wished he really looked at you? Why did you wish he wasn't faking it.

And, fuck that hurt, because he was just faking it all, right? He only looked at you like you were his world when someone else was looking. He didn't want you.

Not like you wanted him.

"Why do you look like that?" His voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes drift to him where he's sitting on the couch, his phone long forgotten timing out and turning off in his hand.

"What?" Your eyebrows had just lightly drawn together, your voice duller than usual.

"You look sad. What's on your mind?" His face looks a little worried. His eyes searched yours. You hope he can't see the truth lying beneath them.

What were you supposed to tell him? That this wasn't just a game to you anymore? That you can't stomach him holding your hand not because he means it? That you're taking advantage of him? That when he kisses you, you pretend it's real?

You don't meet his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."

#fake dating au #fakeboyfriend!jason #fake boyfriend!jason #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #saph’s thots #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd angst #jason todd x reader angst #red hood x reader angst #red hood angst #angst #🍓 anon

[princessbrunette]

john bee giving innocent!reader her first hickey when - 🍓

just quivering and whimpering on his lap with pinched brows and short little breaths as he burrows into your neck, pinching the skin with his teeth and sucking, making sure to lick over the sore skin every so often with his hot wet tongue and pulling back just a tad to check out his work before diving back in, speaking against the soft skin like “mhmm, hows that feel? that feel good? its looking real pretty.”

and if your skin tone doesn’t allow for hickeys (im not too sure if that’s a thing?) think about him letting you leave them on him, trying to conceal his heavy, thick dick when it gets hard against your thigh because you’re burying yourself into him enthusiastically trying so hard to please him with what he’s taught you, his hand subconsciously rubbing up and down your back. “theeere you go. get right in there sweet girl.” mmm

#🍓 anon #john b prompt

[starfxkr]

Hollywood au? So which girl is a Pornstar who married a football player? Who got leaked (sex tape and nudes) first, who got cancelled over something stupid first and who got cancelled over something serious teehee -🍓

PERFECT TIMING

bunny is a pornstar who married a football player before having an affair with rafe. it was a really big deal because her (ex) husband made her quit porn only for her to start fucking rafe who thinks she should get back in (she does but with a personal website)

kittens iCloud leak was talked about for days....whoever was getting those pics/vids were happy people.....since shes the underground fashin/art girl though she dgaf and made a provocative art piece about it a la julia fox

pup got cancelled for the crime of being an unreliable nepo baby. rumors swirled about her having a coke problem (wrong addiction bitch shes an alcoholic)

foxy gets cancelled for something semi serious people found her old tumblr blog where she used to harass people over league of legends and used to try to suicide bait people. her apology was "well they didn't die did they?"

#✨.txt #kitten!reader #bunny!reader #puppy!reader #fox!reader #🍓 anon

[withleeknow]

late night thought, imagine you convince lee know to let you do his makeup, he pretends to hate it (a pouty scowl on his face) but deep down he loves it :(

- 🍓

oh 🥺 this is so 🥺

imagine it’s a lazy saturday afternoon, you both have nothing scheduled for the day.

you’re just on the couch peacefully coexisting before an idea pops into your head and then you’re dragging him into the bedroom, demanding him to sit in front of your vanity while you pull out all of your products.

he’s confused as hell at first but he just watches you with his head tilted cutely to one side.

once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he’d be like “oh hell no. stay away from me, you heathen.”

he’d try to leave the room but when you tug on his shirt, pouting at him and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, he has no choice but to give you what you want.

he’d sit back down but act like he’s sooo bothered by this. you don’t give a shit bc you’ve got your model to work on, even if your model is rolling his eyes and scowling at you.

“just get it over with.”

you’d try to appease him a bit though. after every step you’d give him a kiss. primer done? kiss. eyebrows done? kiss. mascara done? kiss. (not that he needs that a lot. dude’s blessed with insane eyelashes. you hate him for that.) his skin is perfect so you just have to dab some concealer under his eyes. kiss. a little bit of eyeshadow. kiss. rosy blush on his cheeks. kiss. highlighter on his cheekbones and sculpted nose. kiss.

he’d hold onto your butt as you paint his face, patting you every now and then.

would definitely doze off while you work on his eyes. and you can’t help but sneakily grab your phone to snap a pic of your sleepy cat boy.

when it’s time to do his lips, you’d give him a longer kiss bc you can’t kiss him after the lipstick is on unless you want it to smudge.

you let him pick the shade though.

he’d study your collection of lipsticks, lip stains and glosses, seemingly bored, but you know that peculiar brain of his is meticulously picking out his favorite color.

he goes for a muted red shade in the end. it suits him and his complexion well.

he’s just sooo pretty that you make him sit there and pose for you while you take 297473 photos (and videos).

he maintains the grumpy look on his face in most of the photos, but you don’t miss the way he tries to suppress a smile when he admires your hard work in the mirror. dude secretly loves being pampered fr.

would definitely make you take the makeup off him afterward and do his skincare too.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

[lovisyandereblog]

noah with a sweet n loving darling, gives him hugs, kisses, gifts and affection but is absolutely RAMMING his ass during sexy time, like degrading, edging, torturing him until he's sobbing, begging for release. Either way, darling gives the best aftercare, switching back to their lovey-mode n taking care of him... idk its just a thought yknow?

From your sweetiepie 🍓anon ♡♡♡

🍓 anon….youve read my mind.

TW (rough) nsfw so mdni!! also dick = strap for my fellow dickless people !!!

Darling is an absolute sweetheart, everyone says so. With their respectful attitude, their always smiling face and their kindness that warms the hearts of many.

This aspect was one of the reasons Noah loved them so much, they were always so gentle…but boy was he mistaken as soon as they started getting more intimate.

SLAP!!

The sound of their hand making contact with Noah’s soft pale skin, followed by his own loud cry just turned Darling on even more.

Noah’s entire body was covered in bruise marks, hickeys and bites; all from his precious darling~

They gripped his hair roughly, pulling him up so his back was against their chest; pounding much more harder than before making his whole body shake with each thrust, “You like that huh~? Dirty bitch…like it when I hit that ass of yours?” They asked, followed by another slap and whine.

Their words were so mean!! But it made Noah’s dick leak pre-cum more and more. Darling removed their hands from his hair, making him drop back on the bed—only for him to gag as they held his mouth open from the sides with both of their hands from the back (A/N i hope you guys are understanding what position im talking abt 😭)

He whined as he was pulled back up, his back arching as his tongue lolled out of his mouth; losing himself in the pleasure. Darling chuckled as his moans became louder and louder, “Youre like a dog in heat aren’t you baby~? Liked being fucked dumb by your owner~?” They spoke in a condescending tone, Noah could only respond with a whine, drool escaping his mouth and covering Darling’s fingers.

“Yeahhh..THRUST…Im your fucking owner…THRUST…dumb fucking mutt…” They spoke through gritted teeth, letting go of Noah’s mouth and gripping his hips to find a better angle: the one that makes him go crazy.

He fell on his hands, weakly trying to hold himself up but as soon as Darling hit that special spot of his—he went nuts.

“AHHHNNGH~!! YES YES YESS…OH F-FUCK…” Noah moaned so loudly that the neighbours would have definitely heard his slutty voice by now.

“Fuck baby…” They groaned as they reached one hand down and started rubbing Noah’s sensitive dick, his body jerked and he sobbed from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure, “AHH~ AHHHH~~~Y/NNNNN!!! T-TOO M..MUSH..TOO..NGHH~” He whined as they slapped his ass again, a beautiful red handprint forming where they had hit.

“You’re gonna fucking take it…take it you dumb fucking slut.” Their harsh words were accentuated by their even harsher thrusts, they leaned down so their mouth was right next to his ear as they increased how fast they were jerking him off.

Oh god he was going to fucking die…he couldn’t cum anymore!!

“Yeah? Youre just my little cumdump aren’t you baby~? A whore who just likes getting fucked over and over again to the point of breaking hmm~?” Darling whispered in his ear as Noah sobbed even more from their free hand playing with his sensitive nipples.

“Y-Y/NNN~ P-PLEASE…I C-CANT!! IM G-GONNA…AHHNGHH!!” Noah whined, making Darling chuckle as they straightened their back, bringing their hands to his hips again.

“My baby want’s to come~? Awee..how adorable~” Darling spoke in a fake sweet tone, as they slowed their thrusts before coming to a complete halt. Noah whimpered and looked back over his shoulder towards them, Darling just wanted to eat him up~

“W-why did you stop~?” Noah whined, trying to move himself back but Darling held his hips in place.

“You insatiable slut…can’t even go a second without a dick fucking inside of you huh~? Even after coming 6 times tonight~?” They smirked, watching Noah pout.

He couldn’t help but clench his hole at their demeaning words, why did it have to feel so good~?

“S-sorry..mmmshorryy~~ P-please…I need you~” Noah begged, knowing nothing turned darling on more than him begging.

And he was spot on as Darling’s grip became tighter, “You need me baby~? Need me to fuck you till you cum~? Start begging for it then…beg for me to fuck your slutty little ass till you come for me~” They demanded immediately, slapping his ass once more.

Darling held his slender waist and flipped him around on his back, so they could see every expression on his pretty face as he comes for them. Noah bites his lip anxiously, he always got nervous before begging…making Darling smirk more as they loved how shy he got.

“P-please…?” His voice was so timid, Darling just had to tease him more, “What was that baby…can’t hear you~?

Noah whined, grabbing onto their arm and making the biggest puppy eyes he could. He remained eye contact which was so hard for him but Darling love it as he begged:

“P-please Y/N!! Please fuck me…p-please fuck me till Im a shaking mess…your shaking mess!! Please…im your slut..im your dirty m-mutt…please!! Im all yours…Im your whore…i need you inside me— AAHHHNNG~!!!” His begging was cut short by Darling abruptly and harshly fucking into him, his back arched as he came on the spot—long white ropes of cum spurting out of his poor abused dick.

Darling fucked him through his orgasm, making sure he was nice and satisfied and stopped as he came down.

Then it was like a switch flipped.

Darling pulled out of him, making Noah whimper—his thighs were shaking as was his entire body from the mind breaking orgasm.

They quickly gathered Noah in their arms, cooing at him and giving him kisses all over the marks they had made.

“Oh baby…you were so good..so pretty for me yeah~?” They praised as Noah wrapped his arms around them, he always felt extra clingy after an orgasm.

They cuddle for a while before Darling laid him down and held a glass of water to his mouth, “Drink up angel…there’s a good boy~” Their praises a complete opposite of the degrading words a few seconds ago, and Noah absolutely loved it.

Noah looked at him with those adorable puppy eyes of his, “I..I l-love you~” He spoke hoarsely, his throat hurt from all that screaming.

“Shh baby…don’t speak yeah? I love you more…let me go get a warm wet cloth to clean you up hmm~?” Darling kissed his cheek, he didn’t want to let them go but he knew he had to.

Noah watched as they carefully cleaned his body, making sure to be gentle and considerate; they left kisses wherever they could reach, taking their time with him. His eyes watered from the overwhelming love, he felt his heart swell…he thought he didn’t deserve them.

After carefully making sure he was clean, they put the cloth in the dirty clothes hamper and went to cuddle him against them, their naked bodies providing the warmth they both needed.

Darling pulled the covers over both of their bodies and smiled at Noah, kissing his nose gently, “I love you Noah~”

He smiled as he whimpered back, “I love you…s-so much~”

BRO this was supposed to be a short one paragraph little thought and i wrote too much 🧍‍♀️ BUTT I HOPE THIS WAS WHAT YOU WERE HOPING FOR!! LOVE YOUUUU also Lovi writing twice in a day im kinda crazy (I will disappear for ten months) IM JOKINGH IO4EFRQU4F809

#yandere blog #yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere x reader #obsessive imagines #obsessive love #sub yandere #sub character #male yandere #smut #rough smut #dom x sub #f dom #m dom #subby boys #oc character #oc #my ocs #oc work #🍓 anon

[angelfic]

Hi babes!, I was wondering if I could request a Lorenzo Berkshire fic from the event?, here’s the thingy!, forbidden love + prompt 18!, sorry if this was a little confusing I have never requested something from a event 😭, but please and thank you!!,

- oh and!, if it’s okay could you pick out an emoji for me ?, to be like an emoji anon!!, that’s it!! <333

hi, angel!! thank you sm for the request, not confusing at all, my love! writing this has made me realise there’s a criminally small number of lorenzo fics :( am very happy to oblige haha how’s the 🍓 emoji?

lorenzo berkshire x reader + forbidden romance + “yeah, I love you. so what?”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re struggling with keeping all of your limbs inside the invisibility cloak you borrowed from Harry when Peeves glides into the empty classroom. You freeze in place until he floats his way back out, all the while singing what you’re sure is some kind of stupid limerick.

Okay, so you stole the cloak and it’s after curfew and if Peeves catches you, you’re in a million different kinds of trouble. Nevertheless, you relax slightly when you’re alone again, remaining under the cloak to consult the Marauder’s Map that you also may have taken without express permission. Okay, any permission at all.

Scanning the unfolded piece of parchment, your eyes land on Lorenzo’s name which seems to have stopped in place at… the classroom that you’re in.

You look up to find the classroom still empty, but before you can get up to investigate, a set of arms wraps around you from behind and you gasp, barely able to contain a shriek of fright.

You wriggle out from under the invisibility cloak, turning around on the table you’re perched on to find Lorenzo grinning at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What the fuck, Enzo?!” you whisper-scream, smacking his arm. He merely giggles and brings your legs around on the table so you’re facing him, hands remaining on your thighs. He leans in to press a chaste kiss against your lips and you quickly kiss him back before pulling away to look at him, confused. “How the hell did you see me under the cloak?”

“Your shoe laces were hanging out the bottom, love,” he explains, smirking as he looks down at the untied pair of converse you quickly pulled on when you snuck out of your dorm in pyjamas.

You frown at the offending laces, swinging ur legs back and forth between where Lorenzo stands. “Have to remember that for next time.”

“Why does there have to be a next time?” Lorenzo groans, voicing his frustrations about your very secret relationship yet again. “I don’t want to have to see you in dark classrooms or broom cupboards or anywhere secret. I still don’t understand why we can’t just tell people.”

“You know why, Enzo,” you say gently, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your finger. “My friends would freak out, your friends would freak out…”

“Okay, well, my friends can sod off,” Lorenzo says, matter-of-fact as he holds up two fingers and starts checking them off. “And your friends love me. There we are. Easily solved.”

You can’t help letting out a laugh at that and you drop your head onto Lorenzo’s shoulder to stifle your snorting. “My friends don’t love you, they just hate you the least.”

“What I’m hearing is that they don’t hate me the most,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. “I’m taking that as a win.”

“You just don’t give up, do you?” you sigh, shivering from the brushing of his lips against your collarbone. “They’re just- Shit! Peeves!”

You push Lorenzo off you, startling him when you point to the giggling poltergeist who floats above the two of you. Before he can begin shrieking about the two of you and wake up the entire castle, Lorenzo whips out his wand and casts ‘Langlock’, causing whatever Peeves was about to say to turn into choking gurgles.

“You better keep quiet, you meddling little-” Lorenzo cuts himself off when Peeves zooms out of the classroom, clearly having lost interest in the situation at hand since he can’t weigh in on it. “Well, it was a good effort.”

“We had a good run,” you agree, frowning at the wall that Peeves just passed through. “And by tomorrow the entire school is going to know I love a Slytherin boy. Merlin, I’ll be the laughing stock of Gryffindor. Not as bad as the exile sentence into the mountains you’ll be getting though.”

“I can hardly breathe for laughing,” Lorenzo says drily, although his lips turn up into a reluctant smile. “There’ll be no exile, because they’re going to have to deal with it. Yeah, I love you. So what? Like I said, they can sod off.”

Knowing full well that Peeves is going to be making his rounds at every table in the Great Hall during breakfast, you have no doubt Lorenzo will be having to endure a similar conversation to you with his own friends. “I’d love to see you tell them exactly that,” you grin.

“Sit at the Slytherin table with me tomorrow and you will,” Lorenzo says cheekily, shifting you closer by your hips. You loop your arms around his neck and drop a kiss onto the tip of his nose.

“Not even if Godric Gryffindor himself came and kicked me off my table.”

#lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire #lorenzo x reader #lorenzo berkshire scenarios #lorenzo berkshire imagines #lorenzo berkshire fanfiction #2k writing game #🍓 anon #requests #anon #asks

[allfearstofallto]

Diluc for E, L, Q, R, S?

- 🍓

Thank you for the request!! Writing for Diluc is always fun, cause out of all of the yanderes, he's actually one of the nicest!

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

Diluc knows that you're not with him because you want to be, it was a tough pill to swallow at first, but he knows it's the truth. He takes this in stride and still respects your wishes, he won't make you get to know him.

For most, Diluc is a man of few words. He speaks when necessary and doesn't let the air be filled with forced idle chatter. But for you he is an open book. Everything about himself, he'd be willing to tell you, but only if you choose to know it.

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

Truly a gentleman at heart and a man of honor as well, Diluc will actually court you. Flowers, chocolates, expensive jewelry, the whole nine yards. Money has value, but he has too much of it anyways. But time is what he lacks.

His business is his life, but he cares more for you. Work takes up most of his day and he's busy protecting Mondstadt at night. Any time he has, gets eaten away, meaning that you grow father and farther from him. That's why he needs you with him constantly.

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

Regret is a word that he knows all too well, but the feeling of regret he feels towards you is physically painful.

The first night he almost considered letting you go. The way you begged, cried, and pleaded. The way you told him that you wouldn't be angry at him, that you'd forgive him and you wouldn't tell a soul. These were all lies obviously, he knew that, but a part of wanted to believe it.

He doesn't let you go, even if it hurts him knowing that as the days go by, you hate him more and more. At night, he begs you not to forgive him. He wants you to hate him for what he's done and he hopes that eventually, that hatred will give him the push to set you free.

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

Despite being born into affluence, Diluc's life wasn't one filled with ease. Everything he lived for, felt like a lie, especially after the death of his father and the loss of what he thought was his brother. He could play things up well and pretend that he wasn't affected by these things, but everything has a time limit.

You felt real. Honest. Like you wouldn't lie to him. And if you ever did, it wouldn't be out of malice. What started as a little crush quickly developed in an obsession, limerence with the idea of what you were.

Diluc knew that what he felt for you was love, when he realized that he was no longer protecting the city of Mondstadt. He was protecting you. The city could burn down to ashes for all he cared, as long as the flame didn't burn your skin.

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