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Just Right

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha have your first date. In an unexpected turn, she ends up bonding with your young daughter

Note: This is soft soft soft Nat. I’ve had this idea for a while. Enjoy it!

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When you first met Natasha, you had no idea that she would ever fall for you. It didn’t make sense. She is a world class assassin turned superhero and you’re a business woman.

But you immediately felt drawn to each other from the moment you locked eyes. There was an issue with Nat’s paycheck, and you were the woman to see about it.

The redhead waltzed into your office and left with her problem resolved and a new crush. Natasha then kept making excuses to see you.

Most of the time there was no issue at all, but she’d still come to your office. She wanted to see you. And you weren’t going to complain.

Finally, Natasha asked you out. It was the easiest yes of your life. But now standing at your closet, having no idea what to wear, you wonder if it was the right decision.

Natasha will be here in 15 minutes and you’re still in your bathrobe. Your saving grace comes in the form of your young daughter. The one you haven’t told Natasha about.

“You should wear this, Mom,” the little girl says. She points to a black dress that does frame your body well.

“You think so, sweetie?” You ask.

“Yes. You look so pretty in it!” She remarks.

You kiss her cheeks as a way to say thank you and take the dress out of your closet. Slipping it on, you glance in the mirror. It feels good.

The next fifteen minutes fly by and there’s a knock at your door. You walk through the foyer to open the door.

When you do, Natasha is standing on the other side. She wears a black tshirt and jeans with her signature leather jacket. A comfortable but attractive look on her.

“Hey y/n,” Natasha says. Her eyes rake over your body. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you reply, a heat in your cheeks and neck. “So are you. I just need a moment if you want to come in.”

Natasha nods and enters your home. She loves the way it feels so cozy even just two steps inside. She’s waiting by the door when your daughter approaches her.

“Oh, hi there,” Natasha says, her brow raising in question. “What’s your name?”

“Hi, I’m Taylor,” the girls answers. “Are you here to see my mommy?”

“Yes I am. I’m Natasha.”

Nat holds out her hand for the girl to shake and she does so surprisingly well for a seven year old.

“I like your flowers,” Taylor says, pointing to the roses in Natasha’s hand.

She was going to give them to you when she walked in, but you disappeared too quickly.

“Here,” Nat says while handing Taylor the bouquet. “For you.”

“All of them?” Taylor gasps.

“Mhm,” Nat assures her.

“Wow! Thank you!” Taylor cheers. She takes off running towards your room where you meet her at the doorway. “Mommy look! Tasha gave me these!”

“Tasha did, hm?” You ask, glancing to Nat. She only shrugs and smiles at the nickname from the girl. “Did you say thank you?”

“I did,” Taylor says.

“Good job, baby,” you tell her. She preens at the compliment. “Be good tonight, okay?”

“Yes ma’am I will,” she replies.

The sitter arrives at the house right on time and Taylor pulls her inside quickly to show her the new toys she just got. Natasha leads you out to her car.

“So, you have a daughter,” she says.

“I do. Is that a deal breaker?” You ask.

“Absolutely not. She’s cute,” Natasha says. “Plus, I kind of gathered from the photos of the little girl in your office.”

“You knew?”

“I know most things,” Natasha says, grinning from the driver’s seat.

You shake your head and get lost in the feeling of being on a date again. She parks the car outside of the restaurant.

“I hope you came hungry,” she says. “This is one of my favorite places.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” you say. “But I’m excited to try it.”

You walk into the restaurant with Natasha. Her hand hovers over your back as she leads you inside and to a table. There’s a card that says reserved. You look to Natasha.

“I told them I was bringing a date,” she chuckles. “I guess they took it seriously.”

You smile and slide into one side of the booth while Nat sits in the other. She takes off her jacket to reveal her muscular arms. The black t-shirt hugs her biceps perfectly. You watch as she intently reads the menu and you try to think of something to say. But the silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“What do you recommend, Natasha?” You ask her.

Her eyes look up from the menu to meet yours. She tells you about all the different foods she likes here. You find it all a bit funny that a superhero knows so much about a local restaurant’s burgers, but it makes you fall harder for Natasha.

The conversation flows easily from there. You tell her about your life and she tells you about hers. You’re sure she leaves out some of the less than happy details.

It’s about an hour into the date when your phone rings. It’s the sitter.

“I’m sorry. I need to answer this,” you excuse yourself as you walk outside while answering the phone.

While you’re gone, the waiter asks Natasha if it’s going well. She smiles and gives him a thumbs up.

You come back inside with a frown on your face. Nat stands up in reaction.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“The sitter has to leave, so I have to leave. I’m so sorry, Natasha.”

“Hey, that’s okay,” she says. She places a comforting hand on your arm before turning to the waiter. “Put this on my tab?”

“Can do! Have a good one!” They say.

“Thank you. Let’s go,” Nat says. She grabs her jacket and leads you back to her car.

When she gets in the driver’s seat, she holds the jacket in her lap kind of awkwardly as she drives.

“Do you want me to hold it?” You ask her.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was going to put in the back but then I just didn’t for the sake of time,” she says, with a cute look on her face.

“I’ll hold it,” you say this time. Not a question. She lets you take it from her lap while she continues to drive.

You hold it against your lap. And it’s oddly warm. A lot like just being around Natasha feels like.

She pulls into your driveway and comes to open your door for you. You notice she doesn’t ever miss a chance to do that. You don’t have time to linger at your door, so you turn the key and relieve the baby sitter.

She says her apologies before she leaves and tells you that Taylor is asleep in her bed. That won’t last, you think.

During all of this, Natasha stands just inside the door.

“Come further in, Natasha,” you say, gesturing towards the living room.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I- um- I was having a good time, so maybe we could keep this date going?” You ask, taking a chance.

“I’d love that,” Natasha replies. You breathe a sigh of relief.

Natasha makes herself comfortable on the couch where she’s noted you set her jacket down while you go to the kitchen. You emerge a few minutes later.

“Well, it seems I have no wine, but I do have juice boxes,” you say. You hold them up and grin.

“I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of drinking from a juice box,” Natasha says.

“Really? Oh Natasha, this is about to change your life,” you say dramatically.

You sit next to her and show her how to put the straw in the box. She does successfully and tastes the sweet, way too sugary drink for the first time.

“So, what do you think?” You ask.

“I like it,” she says. “It’s weirdly fun to drink out of the straw.”

You’re about to reply when you hear the sound of little feet.

“Taylor, baby?” You call into the hallway.

“Mommy?” She asks confusedly in her sleepy haze.

You open your arms and she walks to your embrace easily, planting herself on your lap. She buries her face in your chest.

“Did we wake you up?” You ask her. She shakes her head against you.

Natasha graciously takes the juice box from you so that you can hold Taylor with both hands.

“Okay. Let’s go back to bed,” you say, standing up with her in your arms.

“Wait,” Taylor mumbles. She reaches an arm out towards the couch. “With Tasha.”

“Baby, it’s Ms. Natasha or Ms. Tasha at the least,” you correct her manners. You let it slide earlier, but you want Natasha to stick around.

“Tasha is just fine,” Natasha joins in the conversation.

“Okay,” you agree. “Come on ladies.”

Natasha follows as you take Taylor back to her bedroom. The room is covered in fun, pink decorations. It makes Nat smile to see a little girl able to be so safe and happy.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” you say, kissing Taylor on the head.

“Goodnight mommy,” she says. “Tasha, can I talk to you?”

“Oh,” you remark. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Nat says. “If it’s okay with you?”

You nod and step back to the doorway. It’s far enough to give her space with the girl, but close enough to hear what they say.

“Are you going to come here a lot?” Taylor asks.

“Oh, I’m not sure. I would like to I think,” Natasha replies. She sits on the bed next to Taylor. “What do you think about that?”

“Will you bring me more flowers?” A hopeful smile rests on her face.

“Yes, I will. What’s your favorite flower?”

“I don’t know,” she says.

“That’s okay,” Nat assures her. “Is pink your favorite color?”

“Yes ma’am,” Taylor replies. “How did you know?”

“It was a wild guess,” Natasha jokes. It goes over the little girl’s head but you appreciate her awareness of her surroundings. “I just might bring you pink flowers next time I see you, okay?”

“Pink flowers! Yay!” Taylor cheers. Her eyes droop closed as she fights sleep.

“Goodnight, malyshka. It was nice to meet you,” Natasha says.

“Night Tasha,” she mumbles.

Nat stands up from the bed and you take her hand as you walk back to the living room.

“Was that okay? I don’t want to overstep but I definitely want to see you again and-“

You cut her off by hugging her tight. Your arms are around her neck and she places hers around your waist.

“Thank you,” you say. She holds you for as long as you need. And it’s definitely a long time. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she says. “Thank you for tonight. I had a really great time.”

“Even with the interruption?”

“Especially with the interruption. Who else is going to ask me to bring them flowers all the time?” Natasha jokes. “She’s great.”

“She’s the best,” you say, a laugh falling from your lips.

“I should probably go,” Natasha wonders aloud.

“Yeah,” you agree. “But before you do maybe you can finish your juice box?”

You’re reaching for ways to spend more time with her, but she doesn’t complain. She sits next to you on the couch again and drinks some more of her juice.

“You know I bet the guys would want to see proof of my first juice box drink,” Natasha says. “Would you want to take a picture?”

“Absolutely,” you agree.

You get your phone out and point it at her, but she takes it from your hands.

“I meant of us,” Natasha says. You were hoping that was the case.

You hold up the juice box and smile while Natasha does the same. You immediately text it to her. Admittedly, it’s a cute photo. You see her save it as your contact photo in her phone.

“It’s late,” you note.

“It is,” Natasha says. She stands from the couch as you stand with her. There’s a silence as she steps closer to you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes please,” you say.

Natasha’s smile reaches up to her eyes as she takes your face in her hands and kisses your lips. It’s a soft, slow kiss. And it’s absolutely perfect.

“I’ll call you?” She asks.

“And text me too,” you reply.

She nods and you walk her to the door. She kisses your lips once more before she steps out onto the porch.

“Hey, you forgot your jacket,” you call after her.

“Keep it,” Nat says. “I’ll get it next time.”

You grin and watch as she gets in her car and drives off.

From that day on, Natasha never forgets to bring Taylor pink flowers. Even when she runs out of types she can get, she has Tony make her new variants.

And everything with Natasha is just right.

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am-i-interrupting · 1 month

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Affection | Vox x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vox and Valentino get into it. Vox looks for a way to get payback and stumbles upon you. He didn’t expect you to actually care.

Warnings: sex work, a bit of a mommy kink

He was used to the petty yelling, the constant spats, even the object throwing. What crossed the line was when he had to replace his screen.

Vox and Valentino got into a lot of arguments, normally started by the latter instead of the former. This one was bad though. Vox didn’t even want to think about it but it was all that was on his mind.

He was angry.

He was angry because it was easier to be angry rather than something else, something more vulnerable. He didn’t want to and couldn’t afford to be vulnerable right now. He had to hold onto this anger so he didn’t go crawling back to Valentino.

Currently, he was at his desk, looking through documents about ads that were just waiting for Vox’s stamp of approval. He stumbled upon yours and he paused.

He recognized you. Why?

He copied your name into a search bar and looked at your Sinstagram profile. Flipping through the pictures, he found one of you at a bar and that’s when he remembered.

Valentino tried to contract you and you’d basically laughed at him. You’d tossed back a shot and then turned to Valentino, asking if he needed you to pay for it since he was clearly so desperate for new recruits as he was only preying on people too stupidly drunk to realize how bad of an idea it was to say yes. Oh, he remembered Valentino seething that night.

He approved your ad but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He opened the closed tag again as he actually read through your ad.

You were advertising music. Which, when say side by side with your Sinstagram made sense as he saw a picture of you with Verosika Mayday. There wasn’t really anything interesting on the advert.

He scrolled up to the top of your Sinstagram in order to look at them in order from most to least relevant. That is when he caught sight of a link in your bio. He clicked it.

He was brought to a website. He wasn’t sure what he expected but he did raise an eyebrow nonetheless. It was an escort sight. A home page that had you and several other people scantily dressed with a description of what every person and the services you offered.

Maybe he was being more vindictive than he thought because he immediately clicked on the tab that sent him to your page and booked a time with you.

It was far out, months away in fact. He honestly had forgotten about it until he got an email the week before asking if he was still available and inviting him to a pre-session consultation. Not willing to back out and have it potentially mess with his image, he made the time.

He logged into a video call several days later and was greeted with you in the middle of putting on your makeup.

“Well, hello, Mr. Vox,” you said with a soft purr. He replied with a formal greeting of your name. “You’re a busy guy and I’m a busy gal so I’ll keep this quick. This is just a little meeting for boundaries. I know it bothers some people to make them in person so I’ve found this to be an easier way.

“I’ll go first. No hickies, no bruises, no scratches, no cuts, no burns, just no marks. It might be pretty and fun in the moment but it costs me later. Not everyone enjoys having sex with someone who’s clearly had it with someone else not long before. It may be part of my work but people do like an illusion.

“I don’t do bondage where I’m the one tied up. It’s nothing personal, just a safety issue. On the topic of safety, if you bring in anything that could be used as a weapon. I’m done and you’re leaving. All I need from you is that pretty little body of yours and payment. I’ll provide the rest.

“On the topic of payment, I know you’ve already made your upfront payments for this little consultation. The rest can be brought when you come in cash. Any questions so far?”

He surprised himself by saying, “Not so far, no.”

You we’re far more thorough than he thought. He’d bought time before but it was never this professionally done, even by Valentino’s standards. Granted, with Valentino’s sex workers, there was really only one rule, payment upfront. He didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

You though? You had clearly given this a lot of thought on all parts.

“Good, I’m glad,” you said. “Those are my hard rules. Everything else is a little more flexible. So, tell me, what is it you want from tonight?”

“To have a good time.”

“Of course, we all want to have a good time, Vox, but I’m talking specifics. Don’t be naive,” you said. “I have full confidence you know better. Maybe it’d be easier if I told you what I’m best at.”

The lid of your lipstick clicked closed. You looked at the camera, looking at him directly on his screen by proxy, for the first time.

“I can do just about anything your cold, dead heart desires but I enjoy specific things more than others. I’m a bit of a dominatrix, I’d you will. I enjoy the power and control of giving people what they need instead of what they want. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds to me like a very overlord thing to do,” he replied.

“Not there yet,” you said. “So, is that the role you prefer to play?”

“It’s one I play often.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered that but do you prefer it?”

Vox didn’t know why he didn’t just say yes. He should have. It went with his image to say yes and that’s why he was still agreeing to do this even though he and Valentino weren’t on the worst of terms right now.

He hadn’t crawled back to Valentino yet. It’d been one of their longer spells away from one another. Five months without even falling back into bed once.

Perhaps that’s why he said what he said. He was pent up. He hadn’t had time to unwind and the person he normally would go to for that he was still upset with. That’s the reason he’d go with anyway.

“It’s the role I play most often,” he said.

“But is it the role you like?” you asked. When he didn’t answer you smiled, a more genuine one than any flirty or sarcastic one you’d shot his way before. “Stubborn, I’ll keep that noted.”

“I am not—“

“You’re proving my point. Now,” you stood up and rummaged through a drawer he couldn’t see, “pick a set for me.”

For the next several hours, Vox felt like he couldn’t focus. He was nervous. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been nervous over a one night stand.

He left early, leaving his assistant with double the workload but he didn’t care. He just needed to be out of the building.

He took Vark out on a walk to pass time but it still went by so slowly. It took what felt like days for it to finally be time to leave.

He’d call it considerate that he left without his usual suit jacket, waistcoat, and tie but in reality, he felt so hot, constricted with them on.

He traveled through the cameras and arrived at the address he’d been given, not a single person having seen him.

He knocked on the door and that sense of security was promptly shattered when it opened and he heard someone say, “Holy shit!” in response to seeing him.

He glared at the offending person as he stepped in. He recognized them from being pictured on your website. They quickly spun around and continued doing whatever it was they were in the process of.

He was led to a room which when opened revealed you inside. You were wearing a shear robe that gave him a peak at what was hiding underneath.

“I was promised secrecy,” he said. “Not to be gawked at by the employees.”

“So you don’t want to be gawked at me?” you asked. You smiled at your own joke. “Everyone here is under contracted lock and key to not say a single word about what goes on inside these walls. You’re image will be fine.”

“Contracted?”

“You said I had the makings of an overlord,” you replied. “Why are you suddenly surprised that I have contracts? Don’t worry, I assure you they’re much more ethically sourced than your co-worker’s.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Speaking of,” you said as you took several steps towards him, “why are you here? I’d imagine you could have any of Valentino’s contracted cash free. Why waste it on me? I’m not exactly cheap.”

You held out your hand and he reached into a pocket to retrieve the other part of your payment. You swiftly began counting it.

“You fuck one of Valentino’s pets, you’ve fucked them all,” he said. “They’re all too scared to be any fun after a while.”

“As much as I know that’s a true statement—“ you put the cash in a drawer of the bedside table— “I don’t believe it.”

He felt his eye twitch. “And what exactly would you—“

“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lay on the bed?” You walked towards him and ran your hands up his torso. “Or I could take it off for you.”

You began unbuttoning his shirt and for some reason, it made him drop all his irritation. When you finished, you bent down and licked all the way up his torso. You kissed and nipped at his collar bone.

His hands went to your sides but you spatted them away. The shirt fell to the ground.

You looked up at him, like you were daring him to kiss you. However, when he went to do just that, you stepped away.

“On the bed face down, mister,” you told him.

He huffed. Despite his mind telling him to grab you and pull you in for a kiss, take you and remind you of who exactly you were messing with, his body followed your instructions.

The mattress dipped as you straddled him. Something popped open (he tensed), a bottle clinked as it was set on the table, and then the sound of you rubbing your hands together went through the air.

Your hands, warm against his skin and slick with oil, began to rub up and down his back.

“Why are you here, Vox?” you asked. “I’m not stupid. I keep up with the news. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that the day you made an appointment was the same day you updated your status to single again? It’s still single now so what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he said.

“Uh-huh, and the fact that you visibly tensed as soon as I mentioned Valentino is just a coincidence,” you said. “Everything you say in these walls stays within them.”

“You’re the one who made the contracts,” he said. “You’re not under them.”

“True, but—“

You began to apply pressure with your thumb, grinding your thumb and hand in circles along his back.

“Oh, fuck.”

“—I also made them,” you said, basically repeating his words. “It means I place value in confidentiality.”

“Or covering you’re own— oh, fuck, right there— your own ass.”

“I could be.”

You leaned down and he felt toy trap his entire torso beneath you. He liked the feeling. He liked the feeling of you over him.

You got close to his face, “But I think we both know I’m not.” You moved back and he mourned the feeling as soon as it was gone. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You’re just very obviously tense and not just physically.”

You punctuated your sentence by rolling the palm of your hand at the base of his neck before squeezing it lightly. He couldn’t hold back a moan at the feeling of some tension leaving his body.

You continued on like that in silence for a while. You were working out the knots in his muscles and he was basically putty beneath your hands.

He’d never been treated like this before. He had couldn’t remember the last time he felt loose. There was always some kind of feeling of unease he constantly carried.

He didn’t even know he needed this because he’d never known that he could have it.

You leaned to once again lay over him but this time he could feel the entire weight of your body instead of just your warmth. You wrapped your arms underneath his shoulders and placed a kiss to his neck.

“Are you alright to continue?” you asked him as you nuzzled against his shoulder blade.

“I—“ He tried to search for some witty or snarky remark to make but all he could come up with was, “Yes.”

You cooed at him and slipped your hands out from underneath him to rub his back as you got off him. “Using your words, what a good boy,” you said and he hated, hated how that made him feel so warm inside. “Can you turn around for me? Yes, good.”

He closed his eyes and refused to look at you. You laughed but it didn’t feel mean. That didn’t make him feel any less embarrassed, however.

You did a wider, full handed version of the back massage you’d given him to his front as you began to roll your hips against his. He couldn’t hold back a whine.

“Oh, so pretty,” you said. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” it came out weak and pathetic.

Well, it was fitting then because that’s how he felt, weak and pathetic. Such simply praise shouldn’t be so effective.

“How does that feel?” you asked. “Come on, be a good boy. Tell me. Tell me how to make you feel good, baby.”

You were kissing on his neck and shoulders now.

“Good,” he choked out.

You hummed against his skin.

He could feel his fingers flex. His arms moved. He stopped them. He wanted to touch. He should be able to touch. He should be able to do what he wanted. He was the fucking Vox, overlord and creator of the biggest tech company in Hell. He shouldn’t need permission to do something.

You grabbed his hands and brought them up to the knot of your robe.

“You can touch me, baby,” you told him.

A whine forced its way out of his throat no matter how much he tried to keep it at bay.

He opened his eyes and you were so beautiful, grinding against him like you were made to. He could feel his cock straining against his pants. He wanted them off.

He settled for untying your robe. It fell to reveal the deep blue set he’d chosen for you earlier that day. It was sheer enough to show off your nipples through the cross crossed pattern of the bra. There was a silver chain that draped between the cups and further framed your breasts. Some traps went around your torso as part of the garter belt which held up your similarly colored stockings. You looked gorgeous.

You laughed and guided his hands up to your waist. Then up to your tits.

“I love the way you keeping whining for me,” you said. “You’re like a little pup.” Your eyes honed on his neck and your hand followed your gaze. You pressed on his neck, just enough to add some pressure. “That neck of yours looks like it was made to be collared and leashed.”

“Oh fuck.”

You leaned closer to his face. “Would you like that, baby?”

His fingers twitched around your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your clothes nipples as a silent apology. “Please.”

“Oh, such good manners.” You applied more pressure to his neck, not enough to cut off his air supply. He arched into your touch. “But not tonight. Some other time, I promise. I’ve got a feeling I’ll be seeing you plenty, baby.”

You went to nip at his neck. His hands wrapped around to your back to hold you in place. Your own traveled down his torso and to his belt.

You undid it. You pulled down his pants but not his underwear. You slipped from his grasp.

You put your hands on either side of his bulge and ran your fingers over it. His legs spread open further as he tried to push up but you quickly put an end to that little action.

Your hands on his hips, you hovered your head over him. You licked a stripe onto the fabric. You began to suck him off with the barrier of his boxers.

He knew he was whining. His eyes wanted to screw shut but he kept them open, too transfixed by the visage before him.

Your own eyes were closed. Your hands, perfectly constraining his boxers, were wrapped around his hips. The tips of your perfectly manicured hands were digging into his skin. Your tongue lulled out and lavished him.

He could cum from just this alone.

However, as soon as the thought came to him, you pulled away.

“No, no, no, please, please, let me come,” he said, words flowing from his mouth before he could stop them.

“Aw,” you said with a chuckle, “begging so soon? How sweet. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to come soon. I’ve just got to see that little dick of yours first.”

The small bit of degradation mixed with all the praise made him twitch.

He’d never gotten any negative comments on his dick before. Rather the opposite, Valentino had tried several times before to talk him into at least faceless camera work but he didn’t want to think of the moth right now.

You pulled his underwear down to reveal his cock. It was length, a deep blue like the rest of him except were it was flushed vibrantly at the tip. He was already leaking pre-come. Milky white against his flesh.

You leaned over to lick it up. His eyes rolled back at the simple action.

Your smirked before you took him all your mouth at once. You slowly pulled up and let your teeth pull at the hood of his tip.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

He thrusted up into what was now just air as he twitched, his whole body convulsing but he didn’t come. He was on the verge though.

You shushed him as you stroked his inner thigh with your nails.

“Be a good boy for me and hand me the lube,” you said before you began sucking on the skin above his pelvic bone.

His hand went to your hair as he closed his eyes and moaned. It took him a moment to open them again but you didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t feel rushed.

When was the last time he hadn’t felt rushed while having sex? He couldn’t even remember. It was always about getting back to work as soon as possible or Valentino’s quick hits. It was never really about him. It was about getting rid of his boner or Valentino’s as soon as possible.

He liked this. He liked this feeling of. . . being cared for?

God, he was so fucking pathetic. He could feel tears filling his eyes as he reached for the lube on the bedside table.

“Are you alright, baby?” you asked. “Do you need to stop.”

“Fuck, please don’t.”

“Okay, we don’t have to stop. We can keep on going,” you said as you poured some lube into your hands. “You just keep on being a good boy for me, alright? You can cry if you need to, baby. It’s okay to cry, you know.”

That permission made it worse. He felt his face flush as tears began to stream down his face. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. He shouldn’t be crying. He’d rarely ever cried. Much less during sex, especially sex that he was enjoying.

“Can you bend your— oh, such a good boy,” you said.

You hooked his bent knees over your legs and pulled him into your lap.

You wrapped your hands, covered in warm lube (when was the last time someone had took the time to warm up lube before touching him?), around his cock and began slowly twisting your hands up and down. He couldn’t stop the weak thrusts.

“I’m sorry,” he said, repeating the phrase like a prayer.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” you told him, petting his thigh. “You take what you need. You’ve been so good for me. So good. You deserve it.”

“Fuck.”

He threw his head back against the pillow and then looked down at you. He immediately met your eyes, so soft and understanding. It made his stomach queazy.

He watched as his dick slowly was covered then revealed by your hand. It curved around him so perfectly, glistening with a mixture of lube and the pre-come he was leaking. You twisted your hand in just the right way.

You covered his cock and then revealed the head. You thumb lingered and smeared the pre-come at his tip. The point of your nail ever so gently grazed his hole and that’s what did it.

The lights flickered in the room as he spasmed and came. His screen went blank as he blacked out.

A few seconds later, he came to with you by his side with a glass. You tilted his head up and cupped your hand under his lips as you forced him to drink, any water that spilled was dropped in your hand.

You grabbed a cloth and wipes at his screen.

“Are you okay, baby? Was that good?” you asked and he could only mutely nod. “Good.”

You went to pull him into an embrace but stopped and looked down at your body. “Do you wanna clean me up or do you want me to do it?”

He followed your gaze and saw his come covering your torso, a bit of it even clinging to your bra. He leaned to lick it off you. You reclined onto the thrown of pillows and let him, stroking his shoulders and arms as he did.

He licked up to your bra and then was met with the rough contrast of the lace-like fabric compared to your smooth skin. He reached around and undid the bra. You let it fall and he licked where the come had been. Then he began sucking on your breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” this time it was you.

Spurred on, he reached down between your thighs and began stroking. You were wet, so fucking wet. His fingers slid through your folds with no hint of resistance.

He rolled your clit between two knuckles.

“Oh, so good for mommy,” you said as you continued petting him. “So good.”

He whined at both the praise and the title you had given yourself.

He began stroking you with a different purpose now. He needed you to come. He looked up at you, still sucking on your tit. He needed to see it.

Your breath quickened. Your pets turned into a tight hold. It was your turn to whine as your head rolled back and your mouth lulled open.

“So good! So good for me, baby, just like that,” you said right before you became incoherent. You groaned and moved up into his touch.

He went back to the tower feeling better than he could ever remember. The set you’d worn tucked into his pant pocket. You insisted, saying you had plenty of other sets. Who was he to refuse?

“Where the fuck have you been?” Velvette asked.

“Out,” he said as he walked passed her, in no mood for her screeching.

“For over two hours with your location turned off? You didn’t even answer your fucking phone,” Valentino said, voice raising to nearly as yell towards the end.

“Yes,” Vox said as he continued walking.

He heard Valentino laugh as he must have seen the lingerie set in his back pocket. “Were you really so busy fucking a hole that you couldn’t answer me? I hope they were good.”

“Better than you ever were,” Vox said before he closed his bedroom door, unwilling to let his lax mood be ruined.

A few months later, Vox was still going to see you. Absolutely hooked and you both knew it but so were you. You didn’t even made him pay but he still slipped money into your pocket or your bra so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he was getting attached.

That was all thrown out the window when you released a new song. He wasn’t even halfway through watching the music video before he disappeared and found you, pulling you in for a bruising kiss and you knew exactly why.

The imagery in the music video was obvious. Pink smoke trying to creep into your studio only to be blocked, a deep blue body, TV screens everywhere. Then there were the lyrics:

I can give my babe affection without any type of infliction

You were just an intermission but I’m the center of attention

I’ve got him collared and leashed right where he needs to be

He’s down on his knees begging me with please

Better than any of his fantasies

Yeah, I’ve got his attention without infliction

#for the song I’m thinking chrissy chlapecka vibes just FYI #hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader

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hopeastrz · 1 year

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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒💋💄👠

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!, 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 -𝐝𝐮𝐡!-

11𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 from my opinion is a fame indicator, aside from wealth i think it gives you such a grace that makes people fascinated by you. SZA has her venus in 11th house, Thewizardliz has her venus in the 11th house too!, madonna, lady gaga, heath ledger, if you noticed most of them are really loved.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 are the mothers of their own mother and it’s really heartbreaking sometimes, they are extremely responsible from a young age and they faced an extremely hard childhood, i just really wanna hug them!!.

+ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 might indicate daddy issues.

Money plays a big role for 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 individuals. Even if they don’t care about it and think its superficial, it’s just the main theme of their lives + they are really lucky in money matters too, in my opinion it’s a love—hate relationship between them and money!.

On the other hand 2𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 are such a spoiled baby girls omg!!!. My sister has this placement and she’s always gifted expensive things on daily basis from her colleagues or literally random people, chocolates, jewelry, expensive bags… nope who said im jealous.

I don’t really remember where I’ve read this information, but i can confirm that 2,14, 26 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 are indeed lucky degrees. Even if you have one, your the embodiment of lucky girl syndrome and grace.

Lots of people say that scorpio placements are revengeful and i kinda agree as a scorpio venus girlie, but trust me bro 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 aren’t mentioned enough with us in this topic too, they are so vengeful.. it’s almost scary, frightening. The difference between them and us is that scorpios will hate you and show you they hate you, we don’t sugarcoat shit darling, but the other two? Oh they know how to destroy you kindly.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 know how to use their power and fame, they are going to tarnish what makes you unique and what you like in other people eyes so that they’ll hate it and hate you with it. I’ve seen it with my own eyes oml, one of my friends said that she adored this anime show once, and her nemesis which is a leo moon kept hating on it until everyone literally did the same. They know how to manage their crowds.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 4𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is really, really exhausting, not only it gives you extreme family issues, you’ll feel that you have no freedom, so maybe during this transit your going to try breaking free from your family house, but unfortunately you might not succeed. I know that some people are thinking about it now, but darlings let me tell you that you’ll have to clear some family roots knots first, before you claim your desire once the transit is over, and some of these knots are: running away from your roots obvi, issues with your mommy, being delusional and living in constant denial about your home!.

#astro observations #astrology #astrology observations #capricorn moon #aesthetic #astro memes #2nd house sun #leo moon #saturn transit #astro notes

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Do they fuck or do they make love?

Headcanons with no specific AU! Mainly character x reader but it ended up implying character x character ships too in sime characters. I wrote this headcanons and when I was reading them to my boyfriend (who is my only beta reader) he started giving his opinions about them and I found his comments absolutely hilarious so I decided to include them! 🤣 First go my headcanons about the character and then my boyfriend's comments indented. Some of them are unhinged 🤣

Venti: Depends on the partner and the situation. He adores making delicate love to you but he's always up for a quickie in the middle of the house, the forest, anywhere and anytime you're willing. And oh Archons, is he intense when he does any of the two! He likes sex to be THE experience, and he tends to be over the top when it comes to it. Also an uncontrollable moaning machine.

Bf: Nah, he fucks. All the time. Cuz he is drunk all the time. We all know his only love is alcohol. I agree on the moaning machine part though, he is loud and doesn't care if others hear.

Diluc: Makes love. He has no time for sex if it's not with the love of his life. Doing it with him is a ceremony to remember. Expect long sessions full of kisses, heartwarming confessions, and body worshipping.

Bf: Accurate. Total gentleman. He only makes love. And possibly the first time you do it he will propose to you the morning after.

Childe: Fucks. He is all in for the adrenaline and pleasure in life, whether it's battle or it's lust. He wants to dive in and feel as much as he can,the more intense and dangerous, the better.

Bf: A fucking degenerate. He loves violence and competition and if he doesn't get it in sex then he's not interested. More of a masochist than a sadist, don't be surprised if you fight him and he ends up insinuating sexually to you. Especially if you're winning the fight. He wants to get beaten up. To sum up, he has a very weird way of "making love"...

Xiao: Makes love. To him, it's something sacred that should be shared with the people you love and respect the most. Will worship every inch of your body and be desperate to convey his feelings to you. Will focus completely on your pleasure, so make sure to calm him down and reward him a bit too!

Bf: Turbo virgin who self cock blocks all the time. He is always afraid: of hurting you, of making you uncomfortable, of saying something wrong, of looking at the wrong place...If you moan he asks you if you're okay. He gets soft all the time because he is afraid of hurting you. He has suicidal thoughts half the encounter. But yeah he makes love.

Albedo: Who knows, really. He's still studying what's the difference between the two. And he sure is doing an experiment and carefully studying it when he has sex with you. To be perfectly clear, he loves you, but this whole thing about sex and human relationships is new to him so he's trying to understand all these new feelings.

Bf: "Making love? Fucking? What is that? I'm the chalkman." Doesnt have a dick and if he had, he is not interested in human relationships at all. But if you manage to fuck him he would be writing down notes about it the whole time.

Scaramouche: Fucks because he thinks giving in to love will make him weak.💔

Bf: Fucks and he only thinks about his mommy issues while doing it. He only fucks to dissociate. And if you treat him with basic human kindness he will start seeing you as a maternal figure so be careful.

Wanderer: Now understands that lying about his feelings is the true form of weakness and doesn't want to waste a single more second of life, he makes love to you making sure he makes crystal clear how he feels about you: in the most explicit, toe-curling, fluid dropping way he can. If you like it hard, prepare to be smacked until you can't sit the following day.

Bf: He's gone to therapy so the mommy issues are better but he's still annoying af. He plays hard to get and pretends not to be committed but the truth is he's just being tsundere and hiding the fact that he is eating from the palm of your hand.

Kazuha: Makes the finest comfiest love in the world. Fucks like a horndog when he's drunk or high but won't stop telling you how crazily he loves you while doing it.

Bf: He is high af the vast majority of the time and during sex, it's no exception. If you manage to fuck him sober he will be the super reflexive and emotional type that cries during sex. But he fucks you lovely but won't make love to you, he only makes love with the love of his life Tomo, the rest of you are his cattle. He's a super friendly guy so after sex he will share his weed with you.

Gorou: He's a gentleman who wants to become good at making love but is extremely shy and gets flustered easily so he fucks sloppily. An adorable sight to behold!

Bf: I agree he is a little gentleman.

Tighnari: Makes love. Except when he's in heat. Then you have to be prepared if you wanna handle him.

Bf: another stoner. He would experiments with aphrodisiacs all the time, makimg them into weird salts or sth.

Cyno: Very similar to his jokes. He's completely sure he's giving his best at making love to you or Tighnari and showing you his devotion, but his poker face, stoic manners, and scary appearance make him look like he's angry fucking you. He doesn't get what he's doing wrong and doesn't do it on purpose. But it doesn't matter since you know him very well and not only are you used to his antics but you also have become sensitive to his very subtle changes of expression.

Bf: He can't help bit to tell bad jokes when he fucks. Self cockblocks himself all the time: either he goes soft in the middle of the act because he's laughing at his own jokes or he makes so cringy jokes that his partner gets uncomfortable and leaves. He can't help it, if he doesn't get them our he will explode.

Itto: Fucks wildly but it's his way of making love. He is just too brute to control the size and strength of his body, especially when he is under the effect of the feral feelings he has for you.

He loves you so much he can't help but to pick you up like you're a potato sack and swirl you in the air like you are a rag doll and take you with him everywhere. When he hugs you he leaves you breathless, when he kisses you he leaves you all sloppy and when he fucks you…well he leaves you sore for weeks but let's say it's totally worth it!

Bf: totally disagree! It would be so hard to fuck him, he would be clueless and friend zone or family zone you all the time. If you tell him you wanna be more than friends he would say "Superfriends??" With the biggest smile. And if you manage to fuck him he would be super careful, he knows he is a brute and is scared of hurting you.

Thoma: Makes super lovey-dovey love. Always double-checks if you're comfortable and enjoying the experience. Knowing he's making you feel good makes him glad and arouses him so don't be shy and tell him if he's doing it well!

Bf: nononono, absolutely wrong, you're blinded by his looks. He is a degenerate masochist and he only fucks Ayato. They have this weird dynamic where he literally acts as his dog.

Ayato: Another one who depends on the partner and situation. Honestly, he's so overworked that he desperately needs a good fuck. Ok maybe many of them. But not only he doesn't have the time, but also he can't be seen sleeping around due to his political position, so probably he'll only get to have sex when he finally finds the person he wants to marry. He hopes to be able to marry someone he actually loves instead of marrying for political reasons. So if you're the lucky one, expect heated sessions of lovemaking from this touch-starved man! Also, he'll love you but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being a merciless tease 👀

Bf: Degenerate sadist who only has eyes for Thoma and makes him go through so much weird stuff they don't even remember what is to have normal sex. Tying him up and putting him on a leash is the most normal thing out of what they do.

Kaeya: Fucks. He lives for the spectacle and the mystique of it. Also, he's super popular around Mondstadt and wherever he goes so he sleeps around a lot. He has tons of admirers from both sexes and he makes sure to reward their love and devotion. He knows exactly how to please people, how to exacerbate his natural beauty and how to leave them crazy for him. He's simply so erotically natured. Probably the most experienced guy you know in the field.

Bf: Agree. Turbo slut. No more comments needed. If he manages to open his heart he can be sensitive. But that only happened once and it was with his own reflection in a mirror.

Heizou: Fucks lovingly 💕 He loves teasing and making his partner flustered. People and relationships are simply so fun and fascinating to him. And when he gets to be sexually intimate with someone it's even better! If you end up involved with him, be prepared to be taken to your limits.

Bf: Another degenerate. Probably makes you pretend you're a criminal to chase you around town. Pretty sadistic and I can imagine him having yandere tendencies. A cool guy though. When he is not horny.

Al Haitam: Zero interested in the matter. Until he met you. He is learning everything from scratch and even though he's always been a fast learner in everything, this subject is particularly hard since he needs to stop rationalizing and let his feelings take control for once. But his feelings for you are pretty intense, so little by little he is learning how to make love to you 💚

Bf: I imagine him as a turbo aspirator 3000. He would suck your soul out of your genitals. If you manage him to make him interested in sex, which is highly unlikely because he is like 0 interested in any kind of human contact. I picture him having sex with Kaveh and Kaveh would be a pillow princess and Haitham despite being the kind of guy who always sits down and just reads books he would be restless in bed, doing all the job and moving him around.

Kaveh: Another sweet-sweet love guy! He'll make sure to treat you like a princess and spoil you rotten in and out of the bedroom. He'll do the corniest expressions of chivalry but please bear with him, it genuinely comes from his heart. But if you want to see a more sloppy and wrecked side of him, you can always seduce him after he goes to the bar…

Bf: Sassy pillow princess. Or prince? Idk how to say it. He doesn't do anything but he will be all the time criticizing or praising what you do like a talent show judge. "Come on? Is it the first time you suck a cock or what?" You can imagine this kind of behavior is what infuriates Al Haitham and motivates him to go feral and fuck him around the whole house until he shuts the fuck up.

BONUS: This is an old draft but now that Neuvillete and Wriostheley are out, we couldn't let them out! So for this, we are interchanging roles, my bf will give you his headcanons and I will comment!

Bf: I'm 100% sure both Neuvie and Wriot are completely opposite in bed from their personalities in public. Our chivalrous and calm Neuvie is a pasional beast in bed. He is unsatiable, he is a dragon after all. Gives me the same vibes as Zhong Li who acts super calm but when fucking Childe he destroys 3 hotel rooms every night (exactly the type Childe loves. He got a crush on him when he struck him down at Fontaine's court. I'm sure Zhong Li will get jealous when he finds out and we will have some dragon drama going on) Back to Neuvie, he is super feral but he doesn't fuck, he makes love. It's his draconic way of making love. He is also very emotional and if he likes you, after having sex and having calmed down, he will open his wallet and start showing you the pictures of his 300 Melusine daughters and tell you their names and each of their jobs. He is a very proud dad.

Wriothesley loves you from a distance. While you fuck he is super sweet and loving, but during everyday life, he sucks at showing his feelings. He reminds me of the dad of Komi San, super silent but full of love. He communicates through glances (like a dog). Everyone thinks he is a bad boy but he's a super sentimental guy (won't admit it though) If you give him a gift he will treasure it forever and if someone breaks it or steals it from him he will beat them up.

One of his phrases would be "If something happens to my schmoochpsiepups I will kill everyone in Teyvat and then myself," and when he messes up with you for being unable to show his emotions he goes to a karaoke and sings "Baka Mitai" all depressed. He has 0 emotional intelligence and would go there often, crying "Oh, I wanted to tell Y/N how much I love them before they went away and I just groaned 'hmmm' AGAIN 😭😭".

YET ANOTHER BONUS: If Neuvillete and Wriothesley were in a romantic relationship, I'm sure Neuvie would tell him about all of his Melusine daughters. Wriot would act all cold and as if he didn't care but in fact he remembers all their names and thinks about them as his adoptive daughters. Don't be surprised if you walk down the street and see a Melusine falling down and he rescues her and goes to buy her an ice cream cone. He is a proud dad too.

Me: I have no comments. I agree with everything. And Wriot singing Baka Mitai would be amazing, he has the voice of Jotaro and Erwin after all.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Wow this post was longer than intended. AND ONLY NOW I realize we left Lyney and Zhong Li out. I guess bc to me Lyney is kinda teen coded? I feel like they wasted so much husband material making him look so young. I've seen the fandom drawing him as an adult and he looks so hansome. And both my bf and I rambled about Zhong Li but we forgot to include an entry for him 😂 He says it's ok because he's tied to Tartaglia and we spoke about him in Tartaglia's section 😂 God we are a disaster. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the post, whether you found the headcanons hot or my bf's comments funny. He is scared of getting cancelled though 😂

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This got me thinking.

Billy Loomis, Stu Macher/William Afton, and Bo Sinclair as they grew older, at some point they need someone from their own flesh and blood to continue their legacy, right?

So yeah those three gonna build one big happy family with reader, and their kids gonna be a bunch of satan's spawn but only being lovely to their own mom/dad/guardian.

And ofc in this case, those three lovely slashers ain't dead in these scenario.

Billy Loomis

As we all know, Samantha Carpenter is the infamous daughter of Billy Loomis. But what if Billy Loomis actually have another kid from the reader? I'm gonna assume this guy gonna be his son.

(My pov) His son definitely will hunt and kill the Ghostface, who dare to be like his dad. In his mind, he was like 'my dad and his friend are the only Ghostface, no one's gotta be like him. And it will stay that way'. So to ease his bloodlust, instead of killing innocents, why not just kill these Ghostface rookies. It's like they're asking for it, didn't they?

Not surprised to see he loves horror movies, maybe get inspiration from crime documentaries. High chance he is the mastermind and have many ways to lure those new Ghostface to him. Tempting to torture them like John Kramer did to his victims.

Oh and if his dad has mommy issue, bro got a whole daddy issues coming in. Like father, like son

Cast (Son): Benjamin Wadsworth

Born: 1997

Stu Macher/William Afton

If Stu Macher had a kid, ya bet his children gonna be a goofball like him? Wrong. In fact (from my pov), his son gonna double up from Stu's inner psychotic tendency in him. More aggressive, more violent and more unhinged. His son knew to embrace madness.

If Stu Macher become a killer because of peer pressure, this kid just pure psycho. Instead of being a friendly social butterfly or party king like his dad, he's the appitome of school's bad boy type of thing. It's either being mean or meanest.

Don't let me start on him becoming Micheal Afton.

If he gets proper love from his mom/guardian, he gonna be a big softie and overprotective (possessive) to his love ones. Gonna be hella toxic. He can be good, only with his mom/guardian, but to someone else? Rarely occasion.

Cast (Son): Drew Starkey

Born: 1996

Bo Sinclair

Ok first of all we all know, BO SINCLAIR IS A BEAST IN BED (rip reader's cunt/rim hole) and when he knew reader is pregnant, he was worried he might not be a good father figure to his kid until their first child born. Things change. Seeing his son's big blue eyes, like him, stir something in him. The Sinclair Jr made him soft. So ofc, Bo becomes bold and wants another child cuz he doesn't want his son to be lonely.

It's to be expected. To be apart of the Sinclair, they would eventually have twins sooner or later. Thank god both their son's head still intact in one piece. On the other hand, his three sons grew handsomely and receive motherly love from the reader.

The eldest, have a nasty tempered like his dad. You got on his way, he'll beat the shit out of you. He only be really nice to someone he care most, like his mama dearest. Always goes to church with his dad to see his grandma and help him in the garage.

The twins - The first twin (middle child) definitely got the charm from his dad. Knows how to be a sweetheart to ladies, but can be deadly once he hunt them for his uncle's sculpture. Most likely helping Vincent to build the museum. Might as well make an art museum next door too.

The second gonna be a rebellion, daredevil (youngest child) Well, not like strapping him to the chair. No no, mama won't like that. He loves adventure so definitely follow uncle Lester from town to town. He likes hunting, depends whether the prey will be animals or people. He can be nice. Charming too. Gonna be good friends with Stu's son, probably.

Cast (Sons): Eldest - Bill Skarsgård, Middle - Harris Dickinson, Youngest - Rudeth Pankow

Born: Eldest - 1994, Twins - 1996

Yep, one big chaotic, happy family indeed.

#billy loomis #stu macher #bo sinclair #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #ghostface x reader #poly!ghostface x reader #scream 1996 #house of wax #scream imagine #william afton

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 months

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Considering family for Cybertronians is important stuff like child support, daddy/mommy issues and whatnot would be confusing to them

Cons: We have your husband

June: You can keep him.

Bots: June??

June: And if you could would you please scare him into paying child support?

Bots,cons: ???

Oh yeah it would be confusing. Cybertronians have convoluted and complicated relationships, but let it not be said that they fail to be organized. A family on Cybertron can be anything from the Conjunxed couple and their wards to a collection of mecha related purely through paperwork, or perhaps not even through offical means. Whatever the case, Cybertronians make it a point to know their relatives when possible and to support one another if able. Regardless of the situation, if you are family, you are obliged to follow certain standards.

Any Cybertronian involved in the forging, raising, or mentoring of a newspark must be there in some capacity. Unlike humans, simple caste sharing and funding is more than enough in most circumstances. Strictly speaking, a Cybertronian doesn't even need parents, just a familial unit of some sort and a sponsor to ensure that newsparks are taken care of. Family units are loose, but the rules are not. Even Whirl would be morally obliged to at least turn up once and a while with either payment or wisdom to share with any newspark he helped create or got himself involved with as a mentor. It is not even a question on Cybertron. The scummiest mechs still know the rules, and generally speaking, it is in the best interest of all parties to follow the rules of sponsorship.

The larger the family, the more resources one theoretically has to call upon. Hence the interest in taking care of one's line. Humans though? Considering they are not functionally immortal and are not given the great equalizer that is in built weaponry, the rules are all but nonexistent. Children do not always have the power to get back at parents, and parents generally do not have as great an investment in their offspring since any offspring are not likely to bring back investment in a reasonable time frame, at least by Cybertronian standards.

The Cybertronians on Earth simply do not understand the plethora of broken homes amongst humanity. Even Megatron, while largely uncaring of the fleshies, is a tad confused when it comes to the lack of fathers or mothers in homes. Children murdering parents isn't anything new. Cybertron wasn't much better once one got into the higher castes. But parents abandoning their young? That's new. It was a code of honor on Cybertron for a mentor or caretaker to do everything their power to at least make an attempt to provide.

Jack's situation in particular gained the collective confusion of Bots and Cons alike. How could a Sire abandon his creation? Entirely too. It was strange. So strange in fact that Shockwave was momentarily interested in possibly testing the resiliance of the human family structure since, according to his assessment, some family units matched Cybertronian ones in strength where others were all but nonexistent.

It was nigh on culturally impossible to fully comprehend. The Cybertronian family is a messy thing, but even for the functionally immortal, there are rules.

Optimus: Your Sire left you? Without a word?

Jack: Yeah. Dad left when I was young and hasn't come home since.

Arcee: No financial aid? No instructional holovids? Nothing?

Jack: Nope. Haven't heard from him since I was little.

Ratchet: That's ridiculous! Your Sire should not have been given a warrant to engage in any mentorship, much less creation!

June: You can say that again.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #optimus prime #ratchet #arcee #june darby #jack darby #cybertronian culture

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garzasheart · 2 months

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general valeria garza headcanons

summary: just valeria being her silly self + some relationship headcanons

author notes: nothing to say, i just love this woman

━ valeria is definitely the type to watch telenovelas and pick sides when characters have conflict

━ walks around the house in a wife beater and boxers

━ always needs the air conditioner on and gets all bitchy if it isn't freezing cold

━ somehow wins every argument she starts even if she is in the wrong

━ unless it's an argument with you than she will let you win

━ listens to 90's spanish music and maybe even some 2000's american rap & rnb

━ if your first language is english than she will ask you what the lyrics mean in the american songs

━ loves tupac just because he can get real violent

━ says the most unhinged shit at random moments because in her mind it's normal. "amor, should we be buried together when we die?"

━ a total cat mom. on her list of people she will kill for is you and y'all cats

━ if you have her meet your mom, she becomes a total mommy's girl (because she misses her own mother) and always be like "how was my mom?" whenever you go to visit your mom alone

━ always has a grumpy lil frown on her face, but smiles when she sees you

━ if you introduce her to games her favorite is mortal kombat because it's violent & she always wins against you

━ chronic eye roller™

━ low-key sassy and doesn't give no fucks

━ super sarcastic especially when annoyed

━ figured out she was lesbian in her early twenties and was like "oh, that figures"

━ HATES bugs. will act like she's all tough if others are around and a bug is nearby, but by herself she moves as far away as possible

━ can actually cook pretty well

━ loves spicy food AND sugary food. she's just versatile like that

━ probably got addicted to coffee once when she was younger, but broke that addiction once she hit her 30th birthday because she refuse to let a little drink control her mood

━ has trust issues, attachment issues, abandonment issues, and commitment issues

━ a stomach sleeper 100%

━ doesn't care for holidays, but will go all out if you like them

━ a lil menace who sometimes acts like a bad ass little kid

━ "gimme a kiss" whenever you ask her to do anything

━ gets annoyed when you don't reply to her text messages right away. you take an hour to reply? alright see you tomorrow girlie because that's when she's going to text back

━ p e t t y

━ a little toxic but it's fine because she loves hard

━ once she found out how to do 0.5 photos just know that's how all the photos she takes of you are taken now

━ laughs loud asf when people fall. might even point too

━ loves freezepops in the summer and winter, no difference to her

━ loves to play fight and wrestle

━ if you two get a dog, she will always rile it up and than complain about it

━ dances a little when she's tipsy

#valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #cod x reader

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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🌶️ Yandere Baki Shorts:

Mine 🌶️

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Afab reader x Kizaki

I wanted to do something a little darker. A little smutty. So you have this monstrosity of 5.5k words.

Kaoru is about 24/25 in this.

Also! Did you know most men want to be with women who are like their moms? (Weird)

Minors DNI

TW: stalking, yandere behavior, uncomfortable themes, misogyny, mommy issues, forced marriage, dubcon, and forced voyeurism

…………………………………………….

Kizaki was doing it again, Kaoru noted. His dark eyes observing his right hand man smiling at the lucent screen. Just what has been so interesting to him over these last few months that he was failing to listen to his words?

“Kizaki?” Kizaki nearly dropped his phone from his hand when Kaoru’s deep voice rung throughout the limousine. “What is so interesting?”

Kizaki’s eyes dart to the steering wheel, sweat pooling down his back in nervousness. Should he tell his boss he’s been seeing someone? That he met a wonderful young woman while out on a food run for Kaoru a few months back?

“Kizaki.” Kaoru’s tone is stern, his gaze now narrowed. This wasn’t like Kizaki. The older man was usually quite diligent with his job but as of late, he’s been giggling like a schoolgirl at his phone. A rosy blush now spotted on his tanned cheeks and he seemed more at ease as of late… was he sick?

“I can’t hide anything from you, boss…” Kizaki rubs the back of his neck. “I have a girlfriend.”

Something broke in Kaoru’s head like a glass vase from Kizaki’s words. Kizaki had a girlfriend… a girlfriend. A girlfriend before Kaoru.

A silence consumed the limousine, the tension so thick that it could be sliced with a knife. Kizaki hadn’t meant to make things awkward…

“She must be an amazing woman.” Kaoru mutters softly under his breath. He should be happy that Kizaki was seeing someone… and yet, he was jealous. Kaoru couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month.

And it always fell back on him. His life was too dangerous, he was too emotionless, he wasn’t romantic enough, he was too much in bed, or he was too controlling. Kaoru was too much for a girl and he just accepted it. He was never going to find anyone to love someone like him.

Yet… he craved it. He wanted a woman as wonderful as his mother. A beautiful,demure woman who would listen to him and comfort him… it was unrealistic, he knew that. Kaoru has only truly adored one woman in his life and that was his mother. No other woman could compare to her, at least the ones he’s been around as of late.

“Boss? I apologize for not telling you sooner.” Kizaki snaps Kaoru from his daze. The yakuza boss clearing his throat. How unprofessional of him to get lost in his own musings while his most trusted man shared a bit of his personal life with him.

“It’s alright… I understand.” Kaoru trailed off, his attention turning to the bustling city streets. He was getting into his emotions again, he needed to calm down before they spilled out. “You’re allowed to have a life outside of me.”

Kizaki smiles sadly at his boss. He has always been worried about Kaoru. The younger man just seemed lonelier as the years dragged on… ever since his mother’s passing.

“If there’s anything you want or anything I can do for you, let me know.” Kizaki smiles warmly at his boss.

Oh how those words were going to bite him back…

Kaoru noticed Kizaki buying a bouquet of roses every so often as the seasons went by. The soft red petals reminding him of a distant memory of his mother. She was always so fond of the prickly, aromatic flowers. But their beauty could never compare to hers… he missed her everyday.

“Is she fond of them?” Kaoru asks, his dark eyes glancing into Kizaki’s through the rear view mirror. The older man smiling at him.

“Yes. I personally peel off the thorns for her. Delicate flowers for my delicate lady.” Kizaki says more to himself than Kaoru. “She deserves only the best…”

Kaoru clenched his fist tightly. The skin on his hand now a pale white. He shouldn’t be jealous of Kizaki, he truly shouldn’t. It’s not as if he desired Kizaki’s woman. It was more of a fact that Kizaki had found love despite his criminal status while Kaoru himself still struggled.

Kaoru was in his mid twenties now and he had yet to have a long term partner.

Women came and went out of his life. Whether they were a date for the night or someone to warm his bed, nothing ever came from his numerous attempts at companionship. Romance was an entirely different story all together. He wasn’t a romantic nor was he good at comfort. He was a man who was hardened by the horrors in his life and there was no one willing to patiently wait for him to open up… there was no one who ever tried to love him… love is what he truly desired deep down.

Perhaps that’s why he drowned himself in liquor, crimes, and fights. Just a bit of serotonin and he would be okay. Just another shot of adrenaline and he wouldn’t think about it. Hanayama Kaoru didn’t need anyone or anything. He was too proud to ever admit aloud that he was lonely.

“Boss? You seem a bit quieter than normal.” Kizaki piped up from the driver’s seat. Quieter than normal? Kaoru was quiet in general. “What’s on your mind?”

Kaoru opened his mouth to speak before he ultimately decided to shut it. He wouldn’t trouble Kizaki with his woes. He didn’t want to ruin the man’s night with his girlfriend. Kizaki didn’t have to always put Kaoru above himself. The older man has loyally served Kaoru for years now. The man deserved a life outside of the Hanayama family.

“It’s nothing.” Yes… it was nothing.

Kaoru felt his stomach drop when he caught a glimpse of a young woman holding Kizaki’s arm across the street. Who was she?

“Oh that’s Kizaki’s girlfriend, (your name).” One of his men shared with a smile. It was as if he read Kaoru’s mind. A hand was then placed on his shoulder. “She’s a really pretty thing.”

Kaoru droned out his men’s words other than her name. Her name was even pretty… Kaoru observed Kizaki and her laugh together. She looked so gentle… so unlike the women he attracts. How did Kizaki find her?

Kaoru watched Kizaki speak to her before the man noticed Kaoru across the street. Kizaki then whispered something in her ear, the young woman turning to glance over in Kaoru’s direction.

(Eye color) eyes meeting smoldering obsidian eyes for the first time. Kaoru’s breath was stuck in his throat when she gave him a smile so bright, it felt like he was hit with a ray of sunshine.

Kaoru nearly choked on his spit, his eyes memorizing her facial structure and expression. This was the first time a woman has ever happily greeted him…

Kaoru shook his head. This was wrong. He couldn’t be pinning after his best friend’s girlfriend…

Kaoru gave a small wave back before he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

Kaoru would not let this crush grow anymore… it wouldn’t end well for Kizaki.

Kaoru couldn’t get her out of his head. Her face haunting his dreams… her smile appearing every time he shut his eyes. She was inescapable and it was hell.

(Your name) looked just like a dream to him… his mind was making her into some romanticized version of herself and he just couldn’t stop the delusions from overtaking his mind. Kaoru found himself increasingly slipping through the cracks of reality and into his fantasies.

Kaoru ran his fingers through his hair and sighed loudly. What was the point in fixating on her if he could not have her? He was a horrible person for even having indecent thoughts about Kizaki’s girlfriend. How could he not be jealous? Was he that unlovable?

Kaoru could feel his eyes water a bit but he shook his head to stop them from falling. Men don’t cry.

Yet today was a day he would allow himself to wallow in self pity. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death and just like every year before this one, he was determined to visit her grave.

The limousine came to a stop at the cemetery, Kaoru exiting the vehicle in a timely fashion. A giant bouquet of red roses in his large hands.

“Are you sure you don’t need any guards?” Kizaki asks from the driver’s seat. The older man’s eyes filled with worry.

“I’m not a child, Kizaki. I’ll be fine.” Kaoru reassured his friend. Even if something did happen to him, it’s not like Kaoru couldn’t handle it. He danced with death so often, it became a dance routine.

“Alright… I’ll be back in an hour to get you.” Kizaki then drove off, leaving Kaoru behind.

The yakuza boss made his way up the cobblestone step until the graves because more and more familiar. His eyes watery once they landed on his mother’s grave. A grim reminder that she was gone…

The sky was cloudy and a light drizzle kissed his skin with each step until he stood in front of the elegant monument that held his mother under it.

“Hello, mom…”

Kaoru knelt in front of the grave stone and placed the roses beside the angel shaped tombstone. He reached into his suit jacket to pull out a lighter to light some incense. The tears were slowly starting to fall from his stone cold face.

Kaoru’s ears picked up a soft humming. He turned his head and noticed a familiar young woman kneeling at another grave across the rows of tombstones. A modest white dress on her form as she knelt on the grass. A stain no doubt would be on her knees, but to Kaoru, she still looked like a fairy.

She slowly turned to face him once she noticed his presence. (Eye color) eyes meeting obsidian once more, this time at closer proximity.

Her eyes widened at his tears. The young woman getting up and slowly making her way towards him as if he was some injured wild animal. And perhaps in her mind, he was. Kaoru couldn’t be certain of what she was thinking, he wasn’t a mind reader.

It was when she knelt before him that he could hear his heart drumming in his head. Thump. Badump. Thump.

Time slowed down when she placed her small hands on his scarred cheeks and wiped the trail of tears from his face. This had to be a dream… there was no way she was really before him… and then she hugged him. Her small barely fitting around his waist as she pulled him into a warm embrace.

Kaoru sucked in a shaky breath when her warm skin met his. The scent of roses lulling him into a dream like state of relaxation. Her body fit so perfectly against his… like a missing puzzle piece.

“It’s okay…” and as soon as those softly whispered words left her plump lips, he was completely under her spell. His walls were knocked down and the waterworks began.

Large muscular arms pulled her body flush against his, his face buried in the crook of her neck as a sob wracked through his chest. He held her like a lifeline as years of pent up tears cascade down his scarred face. Her comforting scent of roses calming him in a familiar way…

Kaoru glanced over at his mother’s grave as a revelation hit him. His mother must have sent (your name) to meet him… that’s why they are so similar… why she smelled of roses and was oh so soft. She was his destiny.

Their meeting here at the cemetery and their comforting interaction was fate…

And on that cold, cloudy day, Kaoru finally succumbed to his delusions.

The first gift that came to (your name)‘s house was a bouquet of ruby colored roses. There had to be at least a hundred of them in the little black box they came in.

The scent was overpoweringly heady and sweet to the point that it gave her a headache… but it was sweet of Kizaki to buy her roses. It’s been a minute since he’s gotten her a bouquet of her favorite flowers…

She smiled as she brought the bouquet up to her roses and inhaled the scent. Hmm… there was another scent mixed in there… almost like a tobacco scent which was strange. Why would someone spray cologne in with the roses?

Oh well, she’d display them in the center of her table so she can enjoy the present her boyfriend had gotten her.

She was unaware of the scarred man who sat on the bench across the street admiring her from afar… he was so happy she loved his gift. Especially because he left a piece of him with it… it’s important to accustom one’s partner to their scent. That way it’d be more calming to them.

Kaoru sighed and rose up from the bench. The giant man lighting a Cuban cigar and inhaling the tobacco deeply. Soon… he’d woo her soon.

“I didn’t get you a bouquet of roses, darling.” (Your name) felt her blood run cold at Kizaki’s words. He didn’t get her the roses… then who got her the roses? “Sorry but I have to get back to work. The boss has been keeping me so busy as of late…”

(Your name) lips twitched. She knew she was going to be second in Kizaki’s life compared to his boss, but lately she hasn’t been seeing her beau as much… it was a bit lonely to say the least.

“Be safe. Love you-“ Kizaki had hung up right away, leaving him no time to respond to her words of admiration. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat down at her table and buried her face in her hands.

It wasn’t Kizaki’s fault. He was a busy man and she shouldn’t bother him with her incessant chatter. She’d only call him if it became too much for her.

And oh did it become overwhelming quickly.

(Your name) found a gift for her every single day since the box of roses. Sometimes double gifts. Now it was exquisite jewelry pieces and designer clothing… how did they know her exact sizing and tastes?

She felt violated in her own home at this point. Who was her secret admirer and how did they know so much about her… and why were they so persistent?

(Your name) itched to call Kizaki but he’s been so busy with work and she didn’t want to add onto that stress. She was a big girl, she was sure she could handle this.

Another week had gone by and now she was even more paranoid. It felt as if someone’s eyes were always on her. That she had a stalker…

She swore sometimes she’d see the flash of a camera out of the corner of her eye. It was frustrating and terrifying all at once.

Not to mention the black limousine she’d spot near her place of work. Who on earth could be following her around? She didn’t think she was such an interesting person…

But lately, her rude clients have disappeared seemingly out of thin air. No one has heard of them since they screamed at you… it was strange.

The last two weeks have been so strange…

She arrived home a little earlier than normal since she felt sick at work. And low and behold… she caught her admirer red handed.

She just didn’t expect them to be Kizaki’s boss… Hanayama Kaoru was it? Despite his rugged appearance he was a few years younger than her. Not that she was excusing his outlandish behavior with his age.

“You’re back early…” Kaoru muttered, the man still holding a neatly wrapped black box in his hands. “I guess this makes things easier for me.”

(Your name)’s eyes were wide when he tried handing her the gift. She took notice of the intricately tied knots around the box. What on earth was this man insinuating?

“I think you’d look lovely in red and black…” Kaoru whispered, his dark eyes admiring her facial expressions.

“I really cannot accept these-“ Kaoru put a finger up to her lips and hushed her.

“Shh. It’s okay. I know you want me as much as I want you…” Kaoru pressed a chaste kiss to the shell of her ear, causing (your name) to involuntarily shudder. He was in her bubble and it disgusted her.

(Your name) put her hand over his mouth and attempted to push him back. Instead her palms were met with a kiss from his large lips.

Kaoru easily swatted her hand away and swooped her into his arms. His lips on her cheek now.

“If you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just said so…” Kaoru chuckled at her attempts to get away from him. She felt like a kitten trying to defend itself from a lion. He made her feel so small and helpless…

“Stop it-“ His lips silenced hers in a swift kiss. His tongue prying her mouth open with ease, the pink muscle easily swallowing hers whole. This was no kiss… this was an assertion of dominance. Kaoru was letting her know how useless it was to resist him. To reject him. To escape him.

A string of saliva connected the two, his obsidian eyes hazy with lust. The yakuza leader leaning forward to lick up the saliva string from her lips.

“You taste so good.” Kaoru whispered as he peppered her face with more kisses. “I just want to devour you whole so no one else can ever taste you…”

Kaoru reluctantly pulled away, a smile now on his usually stoic face. “I’ll see you around my dear… next time I’ll bring a better gift. One that will be sure to wow you. I’ll see you around, dear.”

The moment he left, her knees finally gave out from under her. (Your name)’s strength completely left her as the waterworks began to come. She felt so hopeless… getting away from him was hopeless.

There was not a doubt in her mind that Kaoru would one day swallow her whole. And she was even certain that it would be in the near future.

There was something seriously wrong with that man… he must’ve been hit in the head too many times to truly believe that the way he was behaving towards was normal.

Kizaki noticed Kaoru’s sudden change in behavior. His boss would buy giant bouquets of roses, expensive jewelry, and clothes from the latest designers. It didn’t take long for Kizaki to figure out that Kaoru had fallen in love.

Kizaki was thrilled to know that his boss had fallen for someone… his boss deserved to be happy after all these years of solitude and rejection.

Kaoru had been increasing his work as of late, which kept him from seeing his girlfriend as much but she was understanding… Kizaki loved (your name) so much. He couldn’t have picked a more perfect partner for him.

Lately she seemed a bit on edge so Kizaki decided to drop by after his latest errand for Kaoru. Kaoru seemed a bit agitated that Kizaki didn’t want to work longer, but he relented.

Kaoru told Kizaki he’d be collecting his bride soon, but Kizaki wasn’t quite sure what his boss meant by that. His boss barely has been seeing his recent beau, how could marriage be on the line?

It was when Kizaki arrived to (your name)’s home that he realized what was truly going on with his boss. The familiar gifts all sitting precariously on her dining room table unopened. Her eyes red and puffy and her voice hoarse from crying.

“He won’t stop…” Her voice was barely above a whisper but Kizaki heard her. The reality was still sinking into him. This had to be a sick joke… a prank. Kaoru couldn’t possibly be in love with (your name)…

Kizaki knew the truth no matter how much he wanted to ignore it. Kaoru wasn’t a man who joked around, he was always serious. And these gifts were proof that he was serious about (your name).

“He was at the cemetery when I was there and he… he just looked so sad.” (Your name) choked out the words, her hands tightly gripping her arms. “I just hugged him was all and now he won’t leave me alone… why won’t he leave me alone, Kizaki?”

Kizaki couldn’t muster a response… yet his actions provided her the comfort she desired. His arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace. His chai tea scent offering her solace.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Kizaki pulled away and held her face in his hands. His dark eyes softening at her face. “I won’t let you be subjected to this. I love you.”

(Your name) nodded her head and pressed her lips against her boyfriend’s. Kizaki leaning his forehead against hers.

“We’ll get through this together, darling.”

Kaoru marveled at the photos he had a photographer take of (your name). A giant professional portrait of her now hanging in his office. He wanted more of her… but for now he would settle for this temporary fix to his addiction.

Kaoru sighed dreamily as his hands flipped through each photo fondly. She was so beautiful… and so kind…

Kaoru’s behavior was becoming more and more concerning to his peers but they didn’t dare pipe up in fear of him lashing out.

No one wanted to end up on his bad side or else their face would end up as an article in the daily paper… Kaoru was not a man anyone wanted to mess with and especially not to stand up to.

Kizaki flinched when Kaoru threw his desk across the room. The wood splintering under the force of his throw and various papers scattered across the room.

Kaoru wasn’t handling the news well… that Kizaki wanted to marry his girlfriend of almost a year and that he wasn’t going to accept payment for her hand.

“I’m offering you one million yen.” Kaoru murmurs under his breath. “Do you want more money? Just name your price and I’ll pay it-“

“Boss… you can’t buy love-“ a chair was then thrown over Kizaki’s head. The older man sighing at Kaoru’s tantrum. Perhaps Kizaki was reaping what he’s sown by spoiling Kaoru for all these years.

“You said if there’s anything I want from you, you’d give it to me…” Kaoru whispered, his large form looming over Kizaki. “And I want (your name).”

“Boss-“ Kizaki winced when Kaoru pinched the doors frame by Kizaki’s head apart in by inch. It was a warning of what extremes Kaoru was willing to go to to get what he desired.

“She’s my soulmate, Kizaki. My mother sent her to me…”

“But she doesn’t love you-“

“I’m sure in time she will… she’ll love me with time.” Kizaki felt a chill run down his spine at the look in Kaoru’s eyes. He’s lost it… Hanayama Kaoru has officially lost it.

If Kizaki has talked to him more would he have ended up a better man? If he had paid more attention to Kaoru’s silent cries for help, would it have made a difference? No… Kaoru was too far gone to reason with.

It didn’t matter what Kizaki said or did, Kaoru was going to have his way.

Because what the boss wanted… the boss got.

“Marry me.” Kaoru got down on one knee in front of (your name) at the front of her door. His men behind him to prevent her from running. “Marry me and I swear I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.”

(Your name) was speechless. Kaoru was undeterred from her lack of response and her gentle rejections. This man was not going to take no as an answer…

“Kaoru… I-“ Kaoru stood up and slipped the extravagant ring, that somehow fit perfectly, on her ring finger.

“It would be wise to accept me, lest you want something horrible to happen to Kizaki.” Now he was resorting to threats and force to get what he wants… how lovely. He was smart to exploit her weaknesses, she’d give him that.

(Your name) held his hand and leaned her head into his chest. If he wanted her to play pretend then she was willing to. Anything to prevent Kizaki from being harmed.

Kaoru softly smiled at her submission. He knew she’d see things his way… that’s what soul mates did…

Being forced to marry your lover’s boss was not something (your name) ever thought she’d be doing but here she was…

She was dressed to the nines in an elegant white dress that felt much like that of pretty wrapping paper than an article of clothing. Her wrists tied expertly together with a pristine white silk ribbon around her bouquet of roses.

The aromatic scent of the flowers she once admired mocking her for her misfortune. If she hadn’t loved the flower of love so much, would she be in this situation? Or would she be getting married to the love of her life, Kizaki, instead?

(Your name) sighed, pulling her bound wrists up to her chest in an attempt to comfort herself. Kizaki wasn’t powerful enough to do anything to convince his boss that this was wrong… and Kaoru made sure to threaten her into marrying him. Marry him or Kizaki will die. Of course she chose the first option… she’d do anything for Kizaki.

Two armed guards came in to escort her to her wedding. She obediently went with them. It’s not like she had a choice in this matter. She didn’t even get to pick her dress or the venue. This was all an orchestration of Kaoru’s ‘devotion’ to her.

The man was a control freak with mommy issues. Kaoru was unhinged but in a classy way. At least she’s be wined and dined while he goes on some delusional rant of her being his soulmate.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Imagine that it’s Kizaki at the alter and don’t make a scene.

And for awhile, it worked. She pretended it was Kizaki she was saying her vows to. That it was Kizaki who hungrily pressed his lips against hers. That it was Kizaki who swung her over his shoulders like a heathen- there was no pretending that this was Kizaki. Kizaki would never treat her so savagely, so barbarically. There was no gentleness in Kaoru’s haste to own her.

(Your name) knew in Kaoru’s eyes, she was a possession. A trophy. A plunder.

Especially with the way Kaoru threw her onto the bed like a ragdoll for their wedding night. His hands excitedly untying the knots he had made prior to her wrists.

“I can’t wait any longer… I’ve gotten you such a wonderful wedding gift too…”

That’s when Kaoru opened the closet door to reveal Kizaki bound and gagged to a chair. The poor man in perfect view of the bed. He wouldn’t… Kaoru couldn’t possibly think of doing something so cruel.

And that’s when he began to tear off his clothes like a child opening a gift on Christmas Day. The ripping of fabric and snapping of buttons echoing throughout the room. This was happening… this was going to happen.

Kizaki screamed through the gag, tears falling from his eyes. (Your name) squeezing her eyes shut when he removed the last article of his clothing. The bed dipped under his weight as his body joined her on her cushioned cage.

“My darling wife… tonight I’m going to show you how much a man can truly love a woman.”

(Your name) nodded her head to try to shake away her tears. She knew there was nothing she could do against this mountain of a man. Not if she wanted her beloved to live. So she would pretend again… she would pretend the man who was ripping apart her dress was Kizaki. That it was Kizaki’s hands grasping at her flesh so excitedly.

Her eyes never left Kizaki’s as Kaoru’s lips began to suck and bite down her neck and onto her chest. His hand guiding one of hers to his chest.

“Can you feel how my heart beats for you?” Kaoru asked softly like he was your lover instead. Like he wasn’t the man who threatened to kill the man you loved for you to accept him. “You make me feel so alive…”

(Your name) shivered when Kaoru slowly dragged her hand lower and lower. His dark eyes not leaving her eyes once during this act.

His breath hitching when the soft skin of her hands lightly grazed his hip.

“Please… pay attention to me.” Kaoru whispered, his lips pressed firmly in the junction of her neck. “Look at me and only me… look at your husband. At your life partner…”

It wasn’t long before she laid out completely bare in front of him. His lips salaciously covering every inch of her skin that he could. Tiny red marks in their wake from him nipping at her with his teeth.

He still held her hand in his as he stroked himself with her soft palms. His size was impressive… intimidating even. She wasn’t sure if he was going to fit in her.

Kaoru has her hand guide him to her entrance. The fat, bulbous tip kissing her lips gently as he lined himself up.

“You’re so beautiful… my beautiful wife.” Her head is thrown back when he begins his assault. Kaoru sheathing himself deep inside of her in one thrust. His sheer size causing her stomach to bulge. He was so big… bigger than any man she’s ever been with before.

“Oh god!” She cried out, her nails leaving angry red crescents on Kaoru’s back, the man smirking at her reaction. She’s never been stretched like this… never had someone make her feel… “so full…”

Kaoru smirked, his hips slowly rocking into hers. “I’m not even all the way in yet and you’re already a mess under me… what a perfect wife you are.”

Kizaki could only watch as Kaoru began snapping his hips into (your name)‘s. Her gasps and whines shamefully turning him on. Kizaki felt so ashamed watching her being railed by another man.

(Your name) could feel her eyes roll back when Kaoru threw her legs over his shoulders to go even deeper.

“So tight… so perfect.” Kaoru sung her praises, his hips moving faster as she cried out.

Kaoru moved his hand to push down on the bulge on her stomach, the poor girl coming undone in an instant. Kaoru’s face lighting up.

“You’re mine.” Kaoru chanted like a mantra. This man was insane. Absolutely insane… but she couldn’t deny that she’s never been sexually satisfied like this before. Kaoru knew what he was doing.

When he grabbed her hips and angled her up, she came undone again. A smirk was on his lips the entire time. It disappeared once he noticed her trying to look over at Kizaki again.

“No one’s ever made you feel like this before have they?” Kaoru asked, a finger reaching across and harshly pinching her nipple. A strangle cry escaping her lips, her eyes now on Kaoru again. “There we go. Look at me. Look at your husband.”

Kaoru firmly pressed his lips to hers as his hips began to stutter. Insane ramblings and sweet nothings were mixed together to form gibberish out of his mouth. The only word that she could understand from him was “mine.”

She felt his muscles go taut and she watched as he bit his lip to try to silence the loud groan that escaped his lips. Kaoru pulled out just in time, his sticky essence coating her stomach and collarbone.

Kaoru then slumped on top of her, pressing messy kisses all over her cheeks and jaw.

Her eyes turned over to look at Kizaki who was still crying but the stain between his legs was evident of what had happened… Kizaki had gotten off to watching her be railed by Kaoru…

“My beautiful wife… I promise to take care of you for the rest of our days.” Kaoru fondly mumbled in her ear. “You’re my world.”

(Your name)’s eyes never left Kizaki’s as she drowned out Kaoru. “I love you…” she whispered softly before Kaoru was on top of her again for the next round.

It seems Kaoru wasn’t going to stop until she understood that she was his… until she directed those three words towards her.

“I can’t have you telling another man you love him, dear.” Kaoru chuckled, his lips pressed firmly to hers. “You’re mine.”

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ambassadorarlert · 6 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

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robbyykeene · 3 months

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jellyluvr · 11 months

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The evans

- What they do to your 🍒s ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I don't want to say boobies or tits so I have to do cherries. Also, lmk if you guys like how I styled this

18+

° . • tate langdon • * . ☆ · ° . *

Loves your boobs no matter what.

But in many scenarios, he might be a little rough.

Like, if you're getting dressed after a shower, tate's definitely gonna walk in and say something. "Oooo" or something like that.

But if it's during sex he'll absolutely like praise the shit out of you. No matter how big or small he'll suck on them for like ever. He does have hella mommy issues, so it makes sense.

I have a feeling he's into like kneading them all the time. Like even in front of people, he'll take his chances. He also might just stare all the time if you wear a low-cut croptop or a tight tee.

° . • kit walker • * . ☆ · ° . *

Kit is very respectful. He only ever touches your chest or kisses it when he had permission, or during sex.

He looks, he looks a lot, but he makes sure you don't know. He's still respectful other than that though.

If you and kids with him, he also likes to watch you breastfeed sometimes. Not in a sexual way, but he thinks it's cute.

Kit likes to spoon you and hold your chest while sleeping, too. Your waist is also one of the things he hugs, but most of the time, he cups your chest or just wraps his hands around you.

He definitely doesn't care what size, either. He's a loving guy, so he'll love you and your tits regardless.

° . • Franken Kyle • * . ☆ · ° . *

He'd bury his face in your chest and give you kisses all over.

He'd also have not a lot of respect. Kyle would act like a child that just found out a new word. He'd use it or do it all the time.

In public places he'd definitely say something really unexpected. And kind of weird.

Kyle would definitely have trouble with pronouncing boobs or any slang for them. So he'd probably create his own word for yours.

Kyle tries to not stare but he always ends up staring. Public or in private.

During sex (or intimate cuddles), he'd play with your nipples. Maybe even lick them if you let him.

He bites accidentally too. When he's sucking he sucks too hard and sometimes nibbles you or bites you. But, they're always soft love bites.

° . • Kyle spencer • * . ☆ · ° . *

He definitely jokes about your boobs alot. When he sees them he probably goes "Oh!" Or "damn.." maybe some stupid phrases too.

He's respectful of your privacy. If you ever get out of the shower he definitely compliments you but he leaves you to what you want unless you give him full permission.

Consent king. He always asks for consent. Even if it ruins the romantic mood or whatever he always makes sure what he's doing is okay. He even stares respectfully.

Sucks on your nipples a lot too. He likes to play with them, push them together and just experiment. Kind of a weird guy when it comes to tits.

During sex he'll stare definitely. Pound a little hard in missionary to get them to move too. Afterwards he'll lay his head on your chest.

° . • Jimmy darling • * . ☆ · ° . *

Jimmy is respectful somewhat.

If he's drunk he probably makes really flattering and unnecessary compliments on your chest. He doesn't care what size either.

Small, big, or medium he goes down. He does whatever you think he wouldn't. He also experiments on what you like. He still asks for consent, but if you don't know you two figure it out together.

In bed he licks your chest and neck. Sloppy kisses on the nipples too. He definitely bites some.

Love bites everywhere. He always makes sure every other guy knows you got a man.

° . • James Patrick March • * . ☆ · ° . *

Praises like his life depends on it. If that even makes sense.

He does everything to them. Sucks, slurps, fucks, cums on them... I mean he's a real kinky guy.

He sometimes grazes a knife over your nipples or just your chest in general.

Also he's respectful too. You're his bbg, he treats you right. He asks for consent, but once he gets the go he never asks if he can do anything else. He'll just do it.

Definitely compliments you if you wear revealing clothes. He also leaves kisses on your chest if they show with what your wearing. He just loves praising.

He also slaps them too. If you're in for it he'll whip them or cut them. (Masochist)

° . • kai anderson • * . ☆ · ° . *

He does what he wants. He'll fuck em or cum on them too.

He asks for consent sometimes but he also doesn't. Without warning he'll slap them or like grab them.

Real monster in bed. He sucks hard on your nipples. He doesn't care if it hurts he'll go and go.

After sex he probably makes you stay naked. No aftercare with kai. Rarely. If you do, its just a shower and a couple kisses probably.

Really possessive about them. Sounds weird but he doesn't let you wear revealing clothing at all. He also slaps them once you get out of the shower. He doesn't care at all.

° . • jeff pfister • * . ☆ · ° . *

Definitely respectful with it. Probably does lines of coke on them, or like in between. Kinda like on the breastbone.

Probably not the best at asking for consent. Like if he's high he'll just go for it.

Jeff kneads them during sex n cuddles too.

Probably likes to lick and suck them often, even when not necessary.

° . • Austin Sommers • * . ☆ · ° . *

Dom. He definitely licks them a lot and nibbles some. Obviously with his fake teeth on.

Austin's pretty kinky too, definitely some sort of blood kink going on. So he might nibble you a little to get blood out, but definitely not much.

Good with consent. He's a horrible person but he asks most of the time. If it's a heat in the moment type thing then he defo doesn't. He'll just take it and suck and lick as much as possible.

He likes to push them together most of the time, play with them, maybe even tittie fuck you but that's only if you're cool with it.

° . • peter maximoff • * . ☆ · ° .

He praises a lot definitely.

He likes to kiss them and nibble on your nipple too.

He always asks for consent before doing anything. Even if it ruins the mood he's also a consent king.

Peter is definitely the type to "ooo" you once you get out of the shower. Stupid phrases too. "Damn momma!" Or like something like that.

He definitely has a mommy kink. He always praises you and says mommy and momma all the time even if it isn't relevant.

He likes to cum on them too with permission. Probably you jerking him off so he does cum on them.

° . • Evan peters • * . ☆ · ° . *

He's respectful and not respectful.

It really just depends on how he's feeling or how you are. If you wanna be kinky he goes for it. If you're just like mmm kissy kissy then he asks for consent. Or if it's in the heat of the moment.

He praises too. He likes to knead them and suck on them. He loves pushing them together as well.

Always compliments you when you get out of the shower. Like always. He's always sweet with it too. "You look beautiful" or "I love you so much" stuff like that.

Hope you guys like it lol. Also sorry if this took too long I was really trying to make it like how they act.

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