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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife # 8- Drama Queen

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Can be read with others in series or alone

Warnings: allusions to sex, mostly fluff and comedy

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Its been a pretty quiet evening, and with you home, thats saying something. Joel's minding his business watching Tv when you come plopping down next to him on the couch. He doesn't acknowledge you.

So you scoot over and sigh heavily. Still No reaction from the male.

You feint a yawn and snuggle your head on his shoulder. He smiles a little, but doesn't look at you. You rub affectionately like a kitten.

Nothing.

Take the hint, you stupid hunk.

Your pretty manicured hand creeps on his thigh, stroking up and down senually with delicate fingertips.

He knows where this is going, but he won't entertain you. He coughs a little, bored, and continues scrolling channels. Wants to see how far you'll go to get what you want.

As if on cue, you persist. Wrapping your arm over his broad shoulders, hitching your knee awkwardly on his thigh despite the baby in your belly squirming at the uncomfortable angle. You playfully boop his nose, giggling like a flirt. He purses his lips, but nothing else.

You stare at his profile, that unique Joel Miller look of concentration. Handsome and stoic—that little shithead.

You're teasingly rubbing your fingers through his scruff, twisting gently as a massage.

You bring your lips and kiss him kindly on the cheek. Something sweet. Innocent. Then again, but a little longer. Then some more, peppered down his jaw, along his pulse. Heated and wetter. Growing more needy and nipping his ear, making little happy moans as your hand continues to wander over his legs, tip toeing to his crotch.

Joel sighs, finally looking at you. "There a reason you're trying to get me turned on, ma'am?"

"Mmm," you hum, biting your lip and staring his plump ones. You crawl closer, breasts smashed against his bicep as you lick your lips, tongue peaking out with lusty eyes trying to put him under your best charm. Yesyesyes give it to me, Fucker!

"I want a Big—" you kiss his nose "—Messy—" teeth nip at his lower lip "—Hot—" you peck him teasingly, sucking his flesh in your mouth so he knows you mean business. Then you stare down at him with your serious eyes, foreheads pressing,

"—Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy Milkshake with extra Rainbow Sprinkles from Clyde's Creamery."

Yeah. He knew exactly this is where this was going.

He cracks a warm smile, cupping your jaw and parting your lips with his thumb. You suck it into your mouth, hoping to please him. Just as hes about to kiss you, he leans in and says, "No. Its 11pm. Bedtime."

You get off his lap with a cold shoulder and a scoff, proceeding to ignore him for the rest of the night.

Hes evens surprised when you go to bed still silent, facing away from him without a kiss goodnight when you turn off your lamp.

Until it's 2am when he's startled awake by the sound of the the front door opening. He's storming downstairs trying not to trip, and haphazardly throwing a shirt on backwards while in his boxers, only to see you with a packed bag, hand dramatically caressing  your bump with fake ass tears down your cheek going outside to the car.

"Where the FUCK are you going??" He asks, rubbing his eyes. Aggravation and rough exhaustion evident in his tone.

"You said you didn't love me, so I'm leaving," you huff. There's no hint of a joke in your words. Genuine pain. Hurt. Quiet and walking away. You dont wait to see his reaction and without another word, you turn to leave.

Hes so whiplashed, wracking his brain trying to remember any time he even remotely could have said something like that and you interpret it—

"I SAID YOU COULDN'T HAVE A HOT FUDGE COOKIE DOUGH CHOCOLATE GOOEY FANTASY MILKSHAKE because it was FUCKING 11PM AND CLOSED! Now get your fat beautiful ass and our baby back in here and dont ever pull this stupid stunt again!"

You scowl at him, preventing any physical reaction of your internal swooning he thinks my ass is pretty. You hold your ground and refuse to move from your position, defiant, in flip flops and a long nightgown on the front porch at 2am.

Joel furrows his brows and closes his eyes, soothing over the wrinkles you've caused to grow on his forehead.  "Fuck. I'll get you one tomorrow morning for breakfast. Okay?"

You smile giddily and skip back inside "Okie!" You step past him drop your shit on the couch, kissing him on the cheek. "Dont forget the extra rainbow sprinkles."

He grunts, glad that it's dark enough in the house you can't see how exhausted and annoyed he is.

"Oh and close the door, Joel! You'll wake the neighbors with your unnecessary shouting bit. Dramatic much?" You scoff, and waddle up the stairs and right to bed like nothing happened.

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Tommy also has access to your ring camera notifications and sees Joel and you out there and the whole conversation, and he's laughing so hard when he watches the playback. He teases grumpy exhausted Joel the next morning, conveniently with a to-go milkshake in his hand at 8am.

"Softy for your girl?"

"Shut up."

"And when you have the baby, then there's gonna be two of her!" Tommy wheezes.

Joel's saggy and wrinkled eyes manage to open wider than ever as that particular horror sets over him.

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[0oolookitsme]

Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

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Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

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[angelltheninth]

Marks on Hero's Skin

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, morning cuddles, slightly suggestive, scratches, morning after, kissing, confessions, Bucky gets called "daddy" as a joke

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: More Bucky fluff cause I felt like it.

As the morning sunlight peaked in through the barely open windows of Bucky's bedroom you turned away from it, choosing instead to burry your head against his shoulder. It was the weekend, you didn't want to move right now, not that you could do so without your body aching in that familiar, pleasant way.

"I need to get up. Mission tomorrow, need to prepare." Bucky's growly morning voice reminded you that your boyfriend was still an Avenger.

"No you don't. Call in... horny." You protested and tightened your grip around his neck.

"I don't think that's a good enough reason to skip on a mission with a new team." Peter, Kate, Yelena, Shang-Chi, all newbies.

"Right. Because they can't possibly handle it without your pretty ass watching over them. They're not kids Bucky." You tried to argue and in the process pressed yourself closer to him, your breasts rubbing against his sculpted chest.

Bucky merely chuckled at your attempts, sat up and lifted you to the side without much effort. You winced when his cold hand came into contact with your skin. "They are kids. To me anyway. Someone needs to show them the ropes."

You were amused by his barely covered up protective dad attitude.

"Fine, fine. Good luck... daddy." You teased as you poked him in the cheek, watching his eyes widen in shock and... well if you looked lower you'd also see a different reaction.

"Please," Bucky rubbed his flustered expression away, "don't start this now, I really need to get going." Teasing your friend like this was one of the many joys in your life. How can you help it when its so damn easy with him. A few naughty words and his world is reeling. He wouldn't admit to it but he can have quite the dirty mind.

And of course a nice body. One that you get a really good look at while he pulls his clothes on. Scratch marks down his back, bite marks on his shoulder. Just needs...

"Hold up soldier boy." You call from the bed, stopping him at the door. Bucky turns around to see you applying lipstick, walking towards him, fully naked. You smirk up at him and run your fingers along his superhero suit, eyes hooded as you pull yourself to his neck and kiss it. "I don't know who you're gonna be saving today but I want to make sure no one goes after you."

"People go after me?" Bucky shook as you sucked on the red kiss mark, his hands twitching on your hips, thinking about calling in horny.

"You've never noticed them swoon when you save them? Where have you been looking?"

Bucky looks down at you, suddenly more serious, "Right at you."

You could feel your blood rushing to your face, a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, "Jeez, you... you're so cheesy! Get out of here already."

"Thought you didn't want me to leave?" Bucky smirked knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows, making you huff and turn around, arms crossed over your chest.

"I changed my mind." Your pout vanished as soon as you felt Bucky's arms winding around your hips and returning the kiss on the neck. "You better get home without a scratch."

"Yes ma'am."

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[howlingday]

Belladina Date Night

Jaune: It's done... Yes, Ma'am. All of our customers have been served. I'll be on my way home n- Oh, wait! I promised my wife I'd pick up some milk and eggs on the way.

Jaune: ...Okay. Thank you. Have a great d-

???: DIE, YOU BASTARD!

BANG!

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Lisa: (Via TV) Breaking news, multiple bodies have been discovered in an abandoned building in the northern district. The building, set to be demolished later this month, was inhabited by whom the police determine are members of The Black Beasts, a radical terrorist organization funded in part by foreign interests, and are responsible for multiple acts of indiscriminate violence across the Kingdom.

Penny: ...Mama, I wanna watch cartoons.

Blake: Not now, Penny.

Lisa: Moving on to stock prices...

Penny: (Teary-eyed)

Blake: ...Fine. Go ahead and change the channel.

Penny: Yay~! (Changes the channel, Sits)

Jaune: (Opens the door) Blake, Penny, I'm home!

Blake: Welcome home, Ja...

Jaune: I... I got the milk and eggs...

Blake: Uh, thank you. Are you... Are you okay?

Jaune: No, no, I'm... I'm fine...

Jaune: (Thinking) I can't let him know that... THAT I TOOK A GUNSHOT TO MY ASS AND NOW I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN!.

Penny: (Thinking) A gunshot?!.

Penny: Please don't die, Papa!

Jaune: I'll be fine, Penny. Papa just needs a good night's rest. (Slams bedroom door shut)

Penny: Wow... Not even a gunshot can kill Papa...

Blake: (Thinking) DAMN! I must've said or done something to upset him! What could it- Argh! The groceries! If I wasn't so lazy, he wouldn't be so tired! Marriages are all about compromises, but what have I given him?!.

Blake: This is bad! This is so very bad! My mission will be compromised because of my selfish behavior!.

Penny: Mama, you are way off...

Blake: Maybe he'll feel better in the morning.

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Blake: He's not better today...

Jaune: It's not better today. It huuuuurts...

Blake: J-Jaune, I have today off, so... uh... W-Would you do me the honor of going out on a date?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Blushes) A D-D-D-D-

Blake: I want to thank you for all of your hard work around the house and with helping raise Penny. If anyone deserves a break, it's you.

Jaune A date...

Blake: O-Only if you feel up for it, of course!

Jaune: Yes! I accept! I need to learn what dating a married woman really means!

Blake: ...Wha-

Jaune: I'm going to go get ready!

Penny: Yay~! We're going on a date~!

Blake: You're not coming. A date is only between two people.

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Blake: Take good care of her, okay?

Sun: Hey, hey, hey! Since when am I on babysitting duty?

Blake: Since right now. And you know why. (Whips out check) This is the first half.

Sun: ...You know my only weakness. (Takes)

Blake: Now... (Snaps fingers, Limo arrives) Your chariot awaits, my dear husband~.

Blake: Last night, I planned 863 different date ideas that he should enjoy. This date will be perfect.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Um I... I'm sorry, Blake, but c-could we not drive anywhere and just... walk?

Jaune: I don't want to make my butt hurt any worse!.

Blake: Huh?!

Blake: Is he still angry with me?! Damn! That's 794 ideas right out the window!.

Blake: Er, n-no problem then... Shall we? (Walks away with Jaune)

Penny: Mama... Papa...

Penny: Hey, Sunny.

Sun: Huh?

Penny: Let's follow them.

Sun: ...

Sun: Heh, alright! We'll throw on disguises and tail them!

Sun: (Thinking) Heehee! Now we'll see just how Blake swoons all her boyfriends~!.

Penny: They're too far away... I can't read their minds!.

Blake: What do those two think they're doing?. Are they pretending to be spies trying to follow us?. I'll just pretend they're not here.

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At the mall...

Blake: How about a new suit? I'm sure you'll look stunning in one~!

Jaune: N-No way!

Jaune: Those pants look so tight, and I'm in enough pain as it is!.

At the movies...

Blake: Jaune, why don't you sit down? People are staring.

Jaune: I-I'm fine!

Many locales later...

Jaune: It's no use! I can't focus on this date at all!.

Blake: I haven't cheered him up at all! If anything, he looks even angrier!.

Sun: HA! Guess Blake ain't such a smooth talker after all! HA HA HA!

Penny: Are you a bad guy, Sunny?

Sun: What?! No, of course not! I'm just happy to see Blake finally get her comeuppance at last after all her years of taunting me for my lack of tact with getting dates!

Penny: So, you're a bad guy.

Blake: Those idiots couldn't be more visible if they tried.

Blake: Er, are you hungry? Why not stop for dinner?

Jaune: Sure!

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Host: Ah, Mister and Misses Belladina! Right this way...

Host: Er, sir, I'll have to ask you to sit.

Jaune: (Hovers over the seat)

Hostess: I'm sorry, sir, but casual wear is not permitted, nor are children under the legal drinking age.

Sun: Yeah, it figures. Guess we gotta head home, Penny. Good thing, too. This game was getting boring...

Penny: Okay...

Waiter: (Thinking) Th-The Rusted Knight?!.

Penny: Huh?!

Sun: What's up? Need to go potty or somethin'?

Waiter: Yeah, that's him alright. What the hell is he doin' here?! I barely escaped the other day, and I thought that was Heaven's mercy! But now I get what my brothers and sisters in Hell are tellin' me. You want me to kill him, don't you? Then I'll do it. Tonight, I'll avenge The Black Beasts!.

Penny: There's a bad guy in the restaurant!.

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Waiter: DIE, RUSTED KNIGHT!

Jaune: HI-YA!

Blake: You're a hired killer?! I want a divorce! Belladina family is no more!

Blake: Also, let's abandon Penny!

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Sun: Hey, we gotta get back before they notice we're gone.

Penny: Wait! Papa and Mama are in trouble!

Sun: Why's she worried about them? It's not like they're her real parents.

Sun: Alright, fine. This next game is called "Infiltration".

Penny: In-Fill-Tray-Shun!

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Waiter: What would the madam and... SIR like to drink?

Blake: Dry champagne in a glass, please.

Jaune: Uh, wh-whatever cocktail you reccomend.

Blake: I'm glad you're enjoying the atmosphere. This particular restaurant is famous for its fish delicacies.

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Waiter: HOW ABOUT A BLOWFISH MARTINI, RUSTED KNIGHT?!.

Penny: (Hidden above, Whispering) H-Hurry, Sunny!

Sun: (Whispering) Easy, kid. Infiltration is a slow game.

Waiter: Take this to the gentleman at table 9.

Penny: No! We're too late!.

Jaune: Oh, it, uh... It smells a bit ripe... (Drinks, Eyes widen)

Penny: PAPA!.

Waiter: Brothers and sisters... I've avenged you...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Sits) Amazing! It's like all the pain in my butt just disappeared!.

Contract killers have a high toxicity tolerance.

Jaune: You hungry? Because I am famished!

Blake: Uh, y-yeah...

Blake: He cheered up all of a sudden, but I guess I shouldn't be too upset by this sudden change. Just blame it on the alcohol.

Waiter: What?! That should have been a lethal dose! Fine, then I'll just build a bomb! Enough playing safe! If I'm gonna make my brothers and sisters in The Black Beasts proud, then I need to go all out and-

Waiter: WAAAAAGH! ARGH! Wh... Where'd all this oil come from?! I almost broke my-

Penny: (Disguised, Holding a "gun") Ka-Klick!

Waiter: Wh-What?! Wait, is she... Is she one of the Rusted Knight's lackeys?! She's just a kid, too! He's a real monster!.

Penny: Listen up, Mr. Black Beast guy, stop bothering Pa- Er, that guy out there. Go home, forget about this, and make sure Catty is happy.

Waiter: How does she know I'm with the Black Beasts? And how did she know about Catty?!.

Penny: (Turns away) Go home, and make Catty happy.

Waiter: I... I see now. This isn't what The Black Beasts would've wanted. They would want me to move on. For Catty, I'll live a normal life.

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Jaune: That restaurant was great! Kinda noisy, though...

Blake: I wonder what made all that noise. Still, it's nice to see your mood improve.

Penny: And it's all thanks to me!.

Sun: Hey, where'd you run off to earlier?

Jaune: Thank you for tonight, Blake. Growing up, I spent most of my time taking care of my sister. That's why today meant a lot to me, and I hope we can do this again soon.

Jaune: Preferably when I'm not injured.

Blake: ...I'd like that, too.

Jaune: Hey, look! The carnival is in town!

Blake: Well, well; would you like to go?

Penny: The carnival?! I wanna go!

Sun: W-Wait! I thought we were being shadows!

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The next day, after the poison wore off...

Blake: Good morning, Ja-

Jaune:

Blake: What?! No! Why?!

Blake: I don't understand men!.

#rwby #spy x family #jaune arc #blake belladonna #penny polendina #sun wukong #rwby au #knightshade

[beanghostprincess]

WOMEN MY BELOVED

Okay but Shanks being SUCH A SIMP is so hilarious and also RIPE FOR CHAOS. She needs a non-fruit user for some of it ((maybe up to and including some seastone experiments)), and Mihawk either can't or Won't ((or, and he refuses to admit it, doesn't exactly want to run the risk of hurting her or Croc if there's Residue)). Now she has the Best Little Guinea Pig Ever.

Shanks never considered himself to have a weird k!nk for unhinged scientist clown women, but hey, Buggy awakens things in him, what can he say?

Also imagine the exchanges there.

B: "so we're gonna take this bomb, and I'm gonna throw it at you. And you're gonna cut it, and see if the explosion causes any damage."

S: "I dunno, Bugs, it could be kinda dangerous-"

B: "if you do, I'll kiss you."

S: "YES MA'AM!!!!"

GODS AND YEAH THE OUTFITS

Personally, I think she'd either be fairly The Same as far as outfits go, for practicality, but she also is friends with Alvida, and she's a Flashy Princess, so OBVIOUSLY there's gonna be some SKIN. And just... imagine for a moment.

A gathering for/of pirates. No I do NOT care that it's not a Canon feasible event. Moving on.

Pirate Gathering. A Dress Code. Formal.

Clown Princess in Princess Dress.

Clown Woman In Any Dress. And HEELS. and if it gets uncomfortable, she just detaches her ankles and floats while her feet rest at their table.

Crocodile and Mihawk get to coordinate with her a lil bit, and they both get to watch her bounce around and just grin bc no matter who she charms or spends time with or Spends Time With (👀), she's still theirs. Open relationships.

Also also - consider Luffy and crew being there. Sanji is SWOONING. Nami is disgusted to be a clown fucker, but she's also Looking. There's bets being plaxed on Who Will Flirt First and one of Who Will Be Most Successful.

Luffy meanwhile is splitting his time between FOOD, FRIENDS, and AUNTIE HI HOW ARE YOU I LOVE YOUR DRESS.

She acts all annoyed and put out but she and Luffy CLICK in a way few ever have, their brands of Unhinged and Feral are complimentary.

((Extra Bonus, maybe it's a gathering for the Emperors. Shanks is there too. He is frothing at the mouth bc AAAAA LUFFY and AAAAA BUGGY and AAAAA LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER.

The only way we include Teach in this is if he's in Dirty Baby Jail, hit on Buggy and got OBLITERATED, or Buggy point blank 'seduces' him to knock him out, steal his treasure, and then locked him in a closet with seastone cuffs and a toothbrush.))

I love seeing an ask starting with "women my beloved". It makes a lesbian's day. Do not stop loving women.

This is all amazing. Thank you. Yes. Absolutely. Shanks would let Buggy do anything to him and he'd thank her and honestly? Understandable. While Mihawk and Crocodile just see their girl do her own stuff with pleased smiles on their faces. If their clown wants to torment people with her silly shenanigans and lethal inventions, who are they to intervene?

And the outfits would kind of be the same, yeah, but she'd definitely want to catch people's attention. Maybe at first she still wears the same things, but after a while of feeling comfortable in her body and with her identity? She has a closet full of clown-themed outfits. Beautiful dresses. She has everything. From classy, more sophisticated dresses to sillier outfits. Everything is provided by Crocodile because now Buggy is some kind of beautiful Barbie he dresses and watches explode things. "This Barbie is a pyromaniac clown" but like, literally.

Sanji and Nami are having a moment™. Leave them alone. It's understandable. Sanji is shameless about it, though, while Nami is questioning her entire persona (that's only like the first five seconds tho). Zoro wants to get out of there and he can't stand them (<- gay gay homosexual gay) but at least he has a chance to talk to Mihawk again so, whatever. And Luffy won't stop annoying Buggy but she secretly loves the kid a ton, and he won't stop telling her to go "boom boom" on stuff together while they catch up and that's something she can't say no to.

Shanks is going through a heart attack, by the way. I heard those AAAAAAAAAAAAs in his voice. He's SO happy to see Luffy. And SO excited to see Buggy like that. And SO thrilled to see them together getting along. He can't get rid of Mihawk and Crocodile who're staring at him menacingly (because yes, they have an open relationship with Buggy but that does not mean Shanks gets to hurt her again. So they try to be careful even when they know he's pretty much her silly toy now to try her new inventions on) but he doesn't really care about it.

#I LOVE FEM BUGS FEM BUGS MY BELOVED #she's so gender #i wanna look like her #i mean i already cosplayed her but i wanna do it again #one piece #buggy the clown #fem buggy #cross guild

[porcelaintoybox23]

Helluva Boss season 2 episode 4 (quick review)

Andrealphus is fucking annoying. Sorry to the VA but why???

Why does Striker let Stolas keep his phone?

"How many cowboys do you know?" Lmao, thank you, Moxie.

"Sexy" humor is bad again.

"Oh shit." That was funny.

I'm surprised Loona is being this docile.

The spelling gag has run its course, please stop.

Why does a hell resident care about cursing. Ma'am, do you know where you live? Hell needs consistency, please.

Song... not a fan. I might've liked more in his first episode.

Stolas is being pretty funny this episode.

There's a lot of bloat:

Blitz fighting with some Karen?

The cowboys and Moxie being called Queer? Sigh...lazy and unnecessary. I'm not offended just bored.

Was striker originally this lame?

Did you know? If you curse every other word, it becomes funnier/s

Lmao, let's go torture!

Ew, ew ew ew no one fucking cares about your sex life.

Loona hasn't spoken once. Is she a dog or daughter.

I really hate Andrealphus.

Why would Stella not realize killing Stolas would get her nothing? Why is she just a stupid, hateful bitch? Fucking tired man, this isn't entertaining.

Are we fuxking serious? A season and a half of assassination attempts over in a comedic beat because Stella is so outrageously stupid her patronizing brother had to point out the obvious fact that Stolas dying gives her nothing? Who wrote this!

Stolitz epsiode again. What did M & M and Loona really do?

Why all the music?

Flash over substance. Loona received no development at all. She doesn't speak the entire episode.

Moxxie beating striker doesn't feel great. There's no mini arc. He just gets crushed.

Why does Blitz care about Stolas again? Remember the whole season 1 dinner?

Git bevver swoon...shoot me. I'm begging

I don't feel bad for Stolas.

Lovely ending shots. The episode did look nice.

Rating:

Personally, 4/10

Fairly, 1/10

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #stella goetia #stolas goetia #blitzo #millie helluva boss #moxie helluva boss #striker helluva boss #andrealphus #helluva boss critique #vivziepop critical #vivzie dick riders leave

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 5

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"He was wearing what?"

"Just a towel."

"And you didn't faint?" 

"I was so shocked by what I was seeing in front of me, that I didn't have time to think about anything else."

"Oh my God" Roberta laughs over facetime. "And then he went to apologize?"

"He did. And he called me by my name, and I swear it has never sounded better. Eleanor" I sigh.

"Girl..."

"I know, I know. And you know what makes it even worse? That his girlfriend, ex girlfriend or whatever, was at the stadium too."

"She was?"

"Yep. She was wearing a shirt with no number or name on it, but she was sitting with the other wags."

"Then maybe she's there only as a friend."

"Maybe... I don't know" I say, letting myself fall on the bed. "When did you say you were coming?"

"In a couple of days for the last game of this round. You'll thirst for Declan, and I'll thirst for Rashford. Deal?"

"Deal" I laugh. 

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"Ok, is everyone wearing their clothes?" Kane asks before completely opening the changing room's door. 

"One minute!" someone shouts.

"Who was that?"

"Jack."

"Oh dear" I say.

"Not a big fan, uh?" Kane chuckles.

"He just isn't my cup of tea. But please don't tell him. The other day he said I'm his favourite royal."

"I won't, don't worry."

"Ready!" Jack shouts again.

"We sure?" Kane asks, looking inside the room. "Ok. After you, ma'am."

"Thank you" I smile.

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"Nice to see you again, your Royal Highness."

"You too, Declan Rice. And wearing clothes this time."

"Disappointed?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"A bit, not gonna like” I sigh. Oh my God, why did I say that?

"I like the number on your shirt” he says as he moves a bit closer, his finger hovering over my shirt as he draws the number.

"Because it is yours?" I ask, trying to sound cool and condifent despite feeling my heart beating way too fast.

"Maybe" he shrugs, still smiling. "Do you also have the red shirt? We are wearing that one for our next game."

"I don't look good in red."

"You look good in every colour, Ele... I mean, ma'am. I'm sorry. My mum always calls you by your name and I'm used to it" he says, the cheeky smile now turning into a shy one. I honestly don’t know wich one I like the most. Both? Both.

"It's ok, don't worry" I smile back. “And thank you.”

“What for?”

“For saying I look good in every colour. I don’t think it is true, but...”

“But it is true” he shrugs.

"Ok everyone, get ready for the photo" Kane announces.

"Would you mind if I posed next to you? My mum would love it."

"It'll be my pleasure."

"Great" he says with a big smile that is added to my collection of Declan Rice smiles that make me swoon.

Once everyone is ready, I'm posing with Grealish to one side and him to the other. Grealish has his hands in front of him, but Declan doesn't. One I suppose is on Kane's back since he is to his other side. The other... The other is on my back. On my low back to be precise.

If anyone else touched me like that, they would definitely get a murderous look from me and some words from David. But that's not Declan's case. Mainly because I think I've forgotten how my body works. I'm only able to feel his touch even through the fabric of my shirt, and it isn't until the photographer asks for some smiles, that I remember where I am and what I am supposed to be doing. 

"Ok, we got it. Thank you, everyone" he says.

"My mum is definitely framing this and putting it next to the other one" Declan chuckles.

"She has our other photo framed?"

"She does. She sent me a photo of the shelves where she put it, it's like you are part of the family" he laughs. “I can show you, I just need to go grab my phone.”

"Ma'am, we have to leave" David says behind us.

"Maybe... Maybe you can send it to me? I'll send you a dm on Instagram from my personal account."

"Oh, ok. Great. I didn't know you had one.”

"That's because it is a secret" I smirk.

"My lips are sealed, then" he says, moving his fingers over his mouth and making me look at it. At his lips. At how kissable they look.

"Ma'am..." David insists.

"Yes, sorry. Keep an eye on your dms, ok? And good luck for the next game.”

"Thank you, Ele... ma’am."

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"You must be careful, ma'am."

"What?"

"That boy. You must be careful" David says when we make it to my hotel room.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I shrug.

"Eleanor..."

"You only call me by my name when it is something serious" I chuckle.

"Because this is serious. You are the future Queen of England, and he is a football player. It can't be."

"Why not?" 

"Haven't you heard what I just said?"

"Urgh" I complain.

"Eleanor, I know you fancy him. And he seems to fancy you too."

"Wait, what? You think he... You think he fancies me?”

"Yes, I do. To be honest, I don’t know how no one else has noticed. Especially today. You were so reckless...”

“We were just talking, David. And somewhere private.”

“But you are Eleanor, Princess of Wales. Talking about you sells. Imagine that someone in that changing room notices they way you were looking at each other, they tell their partner or a friend about it, and that person isn’t careful or tells the press about it. Or imagine that someone was taking a photo or a video with their phones, they post it on social media, and someone sees you.”

“But...”

“This relationship is not possible, Eleanor. Not even as a fling like happened last summer with Damiano. It just can't. So you better stop it before it even starts."

"What if I can't, David?" I sigh.

"It doesn’t matter. You must end this, Eleanor. You must."

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[clefaiiiry]

New Heights, New Depths

more bottom / sub sett agenda

the working title for this was 'wham bam thank you ma'am' just because i thought it was funny

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-~*~-

How did he let K’Sante rope him into this?

“Nu-uh, this was your idea!” K’Sante says.

Sett digs in his heels. “Well, maybe for once in my life I had a shitty idea-”

“C’mon, you keep saying you wanna try it,” K’Sante says, all but dragging him down the street.

“Sure, yeah, but there is a huge difference between talking about doing it and actually doing it, ya know?”

K’Sante waves to a guy as they reach the doors and he hauls Sett over the threshold. “Just trust me. Try it once and if you hate it then, hey, at least you gave it a shot.”

He’s right, and he hates when K’Sante is right. He’s always so smug about it. Sett can already hear him now, ‘see? You just gotta push out of your comfort zone!’

If his comfort zone is staying at home watching baking show reruns, then a BDSM club was probably the furthest away he could get.

Part of him regrets asking K’Sante what the deal was with that necklace he never took off. A day collar, he’d called it, from Yone. That opened a whole goddamn rabbit hole and left him feeling like he was fifteen again, trying to hide his search history from his momma.

He’s had sex, has even been told he’s pretty good at it, and obviously he’s watched plenty of porn, he was a guy-

But learning how vanilla all his experience was shattered any kind of self conceptualisation he’d managed since his teenage years.

“There’s nothing wrong with vanilla,” K’Sante had said, but that shit was like Pandora’s box; once it was open Sett couldn’t leave it alone.

So now he’s here, hanging outside Targon dressed like a damn nun compared to the outfits some folks were walking in wearing. No judgement, show it off if you’ve got it and all that, he just felt very overdressed. And like a total loser.

At least he wasn’t as much of a loser as Ezreal was for staying home. Loser.

Once they get inside, K’Sante stops to chat with another friend and retrieves a little yellow wristband from the basket on the door for himself. He whistles to catch Sett’s attention and his ears swivel first before he turns.

“Hey, you’re a sub, right?”

“What if I don’t know I’m a switch yet?”

K’Sante gives him a look. “Are you being serious?” He plucks a blue wristband from the basket and tosses it to Sett. “Yellow for doms, blue for subs, green for switches.”

Sett rolls his eyes, but accepts the stupid little wristband anyways.

Initially, it looks like any other club and a pretty tame one at that. Now, Sett was nearing his thirties and hadn’t been clubbing for years, but he was struggling to remember why he enjoyed it so much. His ears flatten against his head to attempt to block out the pretty horrendous electronic crap coming through the speakers. Someone’s being hauled off the dancefloor after nearly passing out, but they still seemed to be having a good time.

He stays close to K’Sante as they pass through, heading to a heavy curtain at the back. It’s sectioned off with velvet rope, bright purple LED trimmed above the entryway. A woman stands to one side, pretending to look busy on a tablet.

“No,” she says without looking up and before K’Sante even has a chance to open his mouth.

He laughs, casual and suave as usual, leaning forward in that way that made anyone swoon. “Awh, c’mon Leo, I’ll vouch for him.”

Unfortunately for K’Sante, this woman is immune to his charms. “You know the rules,” she says, ponytail swinging as she finally meets his eyes, “he needs an application before he can come in. Really, what did you think I was going to say?”

“Look, if he gets into any trouble it’ll be on me. Please?”

“No. Because it won’t fall back on you, it’ll fall back on me.”

K’Sante groans and rubs his face. “Can I go in and find the guy I’m looking for, at least?”

“Fine,” she says, unclipping the rope and holding it to one side.

K’Sante glances back to Sett. “Get a drink, chat someone up,” he waves a hand, “I dunno, unwind a little.”

K’Sante abandons him before he can object. 

Sett hovers awkwardly for a few seconds longer before he drifts off toward the bar. He leans against the counter trying to appear comfortable, like he actually knew what he was doing, though he wonders how convincing he could really be when his ears are still flat against his head. It wasn’t his fault, the bass was particularly loud in this corner.

God, what was he, sixty? Complaining about noise? Kayn was right, he really is a momma’s boy.

This should not be so-

“Good evening.”

An older woman perches on the stool beside him, swirling her drink. He thinks she’s Ottrani vastaya but honestly can’t tell, her ears just barely poking out from her fluffy hair. He notes her wristband, yellow.

“I’m urh, waiting for someone.” Smooth Sett, real smooth.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here with K’Sante,” she says, “you just looked utterly terrified all on your lonesome.”

“What, me? Nah, I’m fine. Totally fine.”

She smirks. “Then you won’t mind if I just chat with my new friend.”

“Typically you give your friends a name.”

She places her free hand over her chest. “I’m Soraka.”

“Sett. So, you come here often?”

Conversation flows so naturally it’s quite easy to forget where he is. If not for the occasional people covered in leather heading into the VIP area, he could forget why they were actually there. Soraka’s voice is steady, warm, eases his gnawing uncertainty. She offers to buy him a drink and when he declines she only smiles, tells him everything will be fine and he honestly believes her. Is she the kind of woman Ezreal would go nuts over? Is she a milf? He's not sure if she’s old enough but he’s sure as hell not gonna ask.

They’ve probably been chatting for about twenty minutes when he spots K’Sante again, returning from the VIP area with another man. He’s a pretty thing, slim and tall, geometric ink trailing up his arms, boots landing with a heavy thunk at every step.

Then he taps at K’Sante’s shoulder to get his attention and raises his arms, hands moving rapidly.

Oh, he signs.

“And he’s not going to cause trouble?”

“He's a good guy,” he hears K’Sante say over the music, “don’t worry about it.”

The man hums, glancing over. Even in the low light, those eyes are piercing, trying to pick him apart from across the room. Sett averts his own.

“Oh, he’s setting you up with Aphelios,” Soraka huffs over the rim of her glass, “you really are after a workout, aren’t you?”

“Should I be scared?”

Soraka laughs. “Only if that’s what you’re into. He can be just a little intense, is all.”

Sett scoffs, leaning back against the bar. “I can handle intense just fine.”

She only stares at him, then finishes her drink. “Have fun,” she says, melodic and sweet, then rises to her feet and twirls away back over to the dancefloor.

Since K’Sante’s been gone, he’s managed to get glitter in his beard. Sett decides he’s better off not asking. K’Sante gestures to the man at his side as they close in.

“Sett, this is Aphelios. Aphelios, this is Settrigh.”

Sett cringes, extending his hand. “Sett is fine.”

Aphelios gives him a once over from head to toe, expression impassive, arms crossed over his chest. The moment drags with all the grace of a limping hound.

Hey buddy, wanna shake my damn hand yet? You’re only making me look like a total asshole-

Finally, he takes it with a little nod. His hand is colder than Sett expects. “A pleasure. K’Sante says you’re new to all this.”

“Ha, he’s sharing all my secrets already?” He grits out, shooting K’Sante a glance, who only shrugs.

Aphelios taps K’Sante’s shoulder, then signs, “Maybe you should book him with Soraka instead? Or Alune even.”

“No way, they ain’t got a session for weeks. Besides, you were the one mad about a cancellation.”

“Usually that’s what waiting lists are for.”

“Consider it a favour owed.”

Aphelios lets out a deep, long sigh through his nose. He closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He’s got a cute little cowlick that flicks back up as soon as he moves his hand away. 

Then he signs, “Fine, let’s talk.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” K’Sante says with a grin, “Yone’s waitin’ in the back.” And he’s gone again. For such a huge guy, man he can move.

Yone’s here too? No wonder he’s so desperate to ditch him-

“What is it you’re looking for?” Aphelios says, leaning against the bar in a manner much too casual for the environment.

It takes him a few seconds to register that Aphelios has asked him a question. Sett shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s embarrassing-”

Aphelios scoffs. “Look where you are. Whatever you want, I’ve probably heard it before. You can’t surprise me.”

It was Sett’s turn to size him up and yeah, he could believe that. Still, verbalising it seems impossible.

“I- I wanna- I’d like to- Urgh.” He takes a breath, then forces it out. “I’m the boss all the time. Everyday, every hour- Ya know, it’s exhausting.” His ears pin back against his head and he averts his eyes. “I guess I just wanna not be the boss for a while.”

Aphelios stares at him for a moment longer, then waves to catch Soraka’s attention. He makes a vague gesture, but she understands, slipping through the crowd toward them.

“Sure,” Aphelios says, “we can figure something out.”

When Soraka gets to them, she slips a little business card into Sett’s hands with a nudge and a wink.

“Go the the website and fill in the form before-” Aphelios furrows his brows in thought for a moment. “-Friday?”

Sett huffs through his nose. “I can do Saturday.”

Aphelios lips twitch into a smile. “That works. I’ll text you.”

-~*~-

‘This form is the beginning of negotiations. Please make sure to communicate!’

‘Remember the question, “What do you mean by _____?”’

The negotiation side made the whole process way less sexy than Sett would have liked. He was expecting maybe, two pages max, but after page five this was starting to feel like it would never end.

Kink etiquette, ID checks, STI checks, yadda yadda- if he knew it was gonna be this complicated to get smacked around he would have just gotten into a street fight.

“Hey, at least it’s thorough,” K’Sante had said.

Sett only groans and continues swiping through all the options, each to be marked Yes, No, Not Sure, or Discuss Further.

Does the submissive wish to receive pain? Does the submissive wish to resist? Does the submissive wish to be restrained?

Bondage, collaring, leather, latex, gags, blindfolds, rope, chains, tape, wax-

Sett ends up marking half his answers as ‘not sure’ or ‘discuss further.’

Once it’s complete, Aphelios sends him a text the following evening. He communicates mostly in emojis so it initially takes Sett a few reads to understand what he’s actually saying. He sends through an attachment of his own form and tells Sett to read it.

Sett skips most of the boring parts, swiping and skim reading through the pages until he finds,

What will the submissive call the dominant? BOSS

Oh, the motherfucker-

“Boss? Really?” Sett laughs. At least that meant he was attentive. That’s probably a good trait for a dom to have, right? He tries to remember his own answers to the equivalent question,

What will the dominant call the submissive? Mutt, Pet

Those weren’t too out there, besides they could always up the ante if they weren't doing it for him.

Aphelios’ form is much more certain than Sett’s. It’s an interesting read, and he actually manages it with a mostly straight face. Aphelios, as it turns out, is more than willing to throw his punches. Happy to inflict high levels of pain, to tease, to withhold or ruin orgasms. Choking, waxplay, sensory deprivation, it seems Aphelios is open to pretty much anything so long as he was the one calling the shots. The ‘no’s were minimal, mostly reserved for more specific kinks that even Sett had turned his nose up at, but one catches his interest,

Is the dominant open to switching? Yes | No | Not Sure | Discuss Further

Sett debates asking about that one, since he’s such a nosy fucker, but decides it’s probably best left unprodded.

His phone pings again and he’s been sent another cryptic string of emojis. Once he deciphers them, he figures out Aphelios is asking if there’s anything in particular that he’d want for his first scene.

‘Surprise me,’ Sett sends back, even though it felt like tempting fate.

He gets a little devil face in response.

-~*~-

Saturday is upon him before he can even blink. Sett is totally prepared and absolutely not pacing a dent into the apartment floor.

“Quit freaking out. It’s just a scene. It’s not like you’re going on a date or whatever,” K’Sante had said.

“What if I’m so great it turns into a date?”

K’Sante had laughed. “Sure, keep dreaming, buddy.”

A few hours later, Sett finds himself standing outside Targon again. He stares up at the glowing neon sign for approximately ten minutes before he works up the nerve to finally walk inside. It’s very much the same as it had been last time, though he doesn’t stop to collect a wristband on the way in. The bouncer on the VIP section is the same redhead woman as last time, though if she recognises Sett she doesn't show it.

“I’m here for Aphelios?” he says.

“Sorry,” she says, though is anything but sincere, “he only does by appointment and he’s booked up for months.”

“No, I’m his date, or whatever.”

She blinks, then her lips twist into a smile. “Ah, you’re Sett! Yes, he said you’d probably be early. Can I just ask you to sign here-”

When he’s finally let in, she tells him to wait while she informs Aphelios, and Sett finds it difficult to look, well, anywhere. He doesn’t want to stare but since most people in here are half naked or covered in latex that’s a pretty tough task. Is that guy wearing a dog tail buttplug? Yep, he sure is. Good for him. That lady’s being used as a footstool? Hope her back is alright- Is that a pair of subs in a cage? How would he feel in a cage? It’s really too much for him to process at the moment.

He retreats to the wall and leans back against it, tapping an offbeat rhythm on his knees. It strikes him how much it feels like he’s waiting for the headmaster to show up and scold him.

He had marked all the role play options as ‘discuss further’-

A hand taps at his shoulder and he jerks from his thoughts. Though his expression is neutral, Aphelios offers a cute little wave.

“Oh, hey,” Sett says, really hoping he comes across as nonchalant and not like he’s currently shitting a brick, “You urh, you weren’t stood there long, were ya?”

Aphelios shakes his head and gestures for Sett to follow. No point standing on ceremony.

They head further into the VIP area and down a corridor at the back, Aphelios moving swiftly as Sett strides to keep up. It’s quieter back here, the thrum of music from the main room only a distant rumble. There’s signs along the walls, informing about club rules, consent, protection, all the formalities. Most of the rooms are free as they pass, but the night is still young.

The room they end up in is at the end of the corridor, one Aphelios unlocks with a keycard. It’s almost sterile, with dark walls and vinyl flooring. There’s a low bench along one wall, a table against the opposite. There is a bed, but the mattress is all leather so he can’t imagine it’s particularly comfortable. A kneeler is shoved off to one side, out of use for tonight it seems.

Aphelios dumps his phone and keys on the table where there’s already a bottle of water, condensation dripping down the outside. He waits until Sett closes the door behind them before he signs,

“You didn’t put anything for safewords so we’ll use traffic lights. If you’re happy to continue, you say green. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. If you need to stop completely, you say red. Do not hesitate with your safewords, do you understand?”

“Sounds good.”

“Since you won’t always be able to see my hands, I’ll snap my fingers when I wish to speak with you.”

It all feels very professional, way too formal. Then again, Sett reminds himself of the sheer amount of paperwork it took to even get into this room so he really should have expected it. He peers at the table and feels the sting of disappointment when he realises there aren’t any toys or tools he can see.

Aphelios sees his expression and says, “I want to figure out your limits, especially since you’re new to all this.”

Sett scoffs. “I ain’t soft.”

“I never said that.” He’s frowning as he signs it, brows furrowed tightly. “Besides, I can ruin you just fine without striking you once.”

Oh, he likes the sound of that. “Then ruin me, pretty boy.”

Aphelios raises his chin, lips twitching. “As long as we’re in this room, you call me boss. Is that clear?”

He nods a little too eagerly, then realises his mistake. “As day, boss.”

Aphelios hums. “Undress, then kneel here.”

Fortunately, Sett had the forethought not to wear complicated layers, so his shirt is off before Aphelios even finishes his sentence. He’s probably a little too keen on this, but he’s been patient enough already. He just wants some damn action already. His belt clinks as he tosses his clothes over in the vague direction of the bed. Then a moment of hesitation as his fingers hover over the waistband of his underwear, and he glances back up. Aphelios nods, so he takes them off too.

Once he’s down on his knees, Aphelios takes a step toward him, expression impassive, almost bored. But behind that facade is a distinct, primal hunger that leaves Sett feeling smaller than he ever has.

He wants more.

“Don’t slouch, fix your posture.”

It doesn’t occur to Sett that he could disobey. There’s nothing forcing him, but still he finds himself following the order without hesitation. He’s already half hard and should probably feel a modicum of shame for that, but finds himself uncaring. He sits up straighter, chin raised.

Aphelios continues signing, “Keep your hands behind your back. Hold your wrist if you have to, but keep them there.”

Sett does as he’s told, resting his hands at the small of his back. The way his tail tickles his arms is oddly grounding.

“Good. Very good.”

Pride wells up in his chest and Sett can’t resist a grin. Aphelios’ expression darkens.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I haven’t touched you yet.”

“Sorry, boss.”

Aphelios bares his teeth and, after one last disinterested glance up and down, circles around behind him out of sight.

His ears perk, following every movement intently. Fingers idly play with the tip of one, carefully rubbing the soft fur. Sett remains firm, determined not to sink so quickly.

Lithe hands trail down Sett’s throat, tilt his jaw up so he sits straight. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows involuntarily, clutching his wrist. Aphelios doesn’t squeeze, but his hand lingers, firm and unyielding. Sett’s a big guy, he could probably throw him off if he really wanted to, but there’s something about the illusion of helplessness that has him panting.

Then he’s forcing Sett’s chin upward, far enough to strain, back arching. Sett shudders as Aphelios’s trails his nails down, digging in minutely and his breath stutters in his throat.

“Fuck,” Sett grunts, but stays put, a dull ache building in his wrist from his nails. That earns him a little scratch at the base of his ear. He groans, ear flicking instinctively, ticklish.

Aphelios leans up, pulling Sett back just a little further to meet him halfway. Lips tease the soft, wispy fur at the tips of his ears and he can’t help but shudder against the sensation.

Then there’s teeth and Sett yelps, the sound melting into a needy whimper as Aphelios tugs at his ear. He’s not biting hard, but it’s enough to send sparks down his spine.

Aphelios’s free hand follows the curve of his back, appreciating the muscle beneath his fingers. Aphelios’ hands are cold, or maybe Sett is just burning hot, but it leaves him squirming against the sensation.

“Aphelios-”

He withdraws completely and Sett whines.

“Wait-”

Aphelios circles around to stand in front of him, painted lips twisting in contempt, in pure disgust. “If you can’t be a good mutt, then you don’t get touched.”

It takes a moment to realise he’s slouched again and Sett chokes around a whimper as he sits straight. “I’m sorry, boss. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”

There’s a hand on his jaw then, squeezing. Sett pants, lets his face be tilted upward to meet those piercing eyes.

Aphelios raises his free hand then, “Open your mouth.”

He does. Aphelios squeezes even tighter.

“Wider.”

Sett whines and opens as wide as he can.

Aphelios huffs through his nose. Then he spits in Sett’s waiting mouth, clamps it shut, and presses his free hand over his lips. He doesn’t need to sign for the next command.

Swallow.

Sett’s eyes roll back as he does so, holding his breath until Aphelios steps back and removes his hands. He opens his mouth again to show his obedience, tail wagging against his hands.

“So, you can follow an order.” Aphelios huffs through his nose and squats in front of him, head tilted. “And you’re already in such a state.”

Sett can’t help but squirm under such scrutiny. “Boss, please.”

“Please what?” He signs and the fucker tries to stifle the smirk on his face, tries to maintain the impassive, mildly annoyed expression. “Use your words, pet.”

“Please touch me.”

Aphelios reaches out and slides his fingers into Sett’s hair, rubbing at the base of his ear. A purr rumbles up from his chest before he can push it back down and Sett leans into the sensation, closing his eyes, letting himself drift.

There’s a snap of fingers and it takes a moment for his muddy mind to comprehend. Sett blinks a few times, then sits straight, wrists at the small of his back. 

Aphelios watches him intently, lets him stew in it for a while longer before he slides a hand down Sett’s flushed, damp chest. Even such a slight touch has him arching forward, groaning.

It’s agonising watching those fingers dance their way down, slowly, so slowly. He tries to steady his breathing, spreads his knees a little wider as if it could tempt him.

But Aphelios does not budge, in fact his hand stops just inches from where Sett needs them and he realises he’s shaking.

Aphelios scoffs. “So desperate.”

Sett tries to roll his hips, only minutely, praying to whatever god would listen that Aphelios wouldn’t notice, but of course he does and removes his hand in punishment.

“Fuck. Boss, please- please touch me.”

“I already did,” he signs innocently, “wasn’t that enough? Such a demanding little mutt, aren’t you?”

Sett’s ears are flat against his head as he tries in vain to still his quivering hips. “Boss, please touch my cock, please-” He licks his lips, whines oh so sweetly. “I’ll do anything! Please!”

That earns him a hand on his face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. Sett shoves into it like a man starved, gazing at him with the prettiest flushed cheeks. Aphelios pats his cheek twice, a condescending slap with barely any force. Sett whines despite it.

“Open.”

Sett does as he’s told and Aphelios presses two fingers inside, pushing down on his tongue.

“Suck.”

And by God, Sett licks and sucks like he might die tomorrow, vulgar filthy noises tumbling from his throat. He takes them as deep as he can, gagging and choking around them in earnest. There’s drool spilling from his lips, down his chin. He must look like such a mess-

Then there’s a hand on his cock and it’s like his entire existence has led to this moment. Sett keens around the fingers, the sound cut off by another gag as he fights to take them deeper.

There’s red rising in Aphelios’ cheeks, a small victory compared to the absolute state Sett is in. His hand is slick, Sett has no fucking idea when he had time to lube it up but he’s not complaining as it slides in a slow, harsh rhythm. Up, down, up-

Heat keeps building in his gut, swirling and molten and Sett feels like he’s going to explode. He can’t stop the way his hips jut upward, but the pathetic little whimper he delivers afterward seems to be a good enough apology.

The fingers in his mouth are cruelly withdrawn and Sett is left freely to spew soaked, filthy noises from his worn throat. It’s all surging too quickly, he’s dizzy and his cock is soaked, he’s so fucking hard-

He doesn’t want this to be over so soon-

“Boss, wait- I can’t- I’m gonna-”

Aphelios hisses and it takes a long moment to realise that he’s trying to hush him. His free, spit covered hand rises into view. “It’s okay, pet, you can cum.”

Sett can’t construct a response before he’s jerking his hips and crying out as that heat erupts. He cums harder than he has in months, dimly aware of the way it splatters across the floor. He rides out every second, until his stomach starts to hurt and his cock starts to burn from overstimulation. He tries to pull back but Aphelios forces his hips back down. He’s still going.

“Boss, I can’t- I can’t- it hurts-”

Aphelios coos and snaps his fingers so Sett looks up. His smile is wicked, his tongue peeking out between his lips. Oh, he’s evil.

His hand keeps moving until Sett is crying, until his throat is raw from his pathetic sobbing, wriggling beneath Aphelios’ iron hold.

But he doesn’t safeword, doesn’t let go of his wrist.

Finally, finally, Aphelios releases him and Sett can’t stop himself flopping to the ground with a heavy thud, panting and gasping for precious air. He’s quaking violently now, every muscle aching from strain.

His vision is blurred, everything hurts, he’s pretty sure he’s landed partially in his own spend. He’s so cold, reality feels so distant and alien.

He’s not even sure where Aphelios has gone, not even the vague notion of where he could be in the small room. Sett wracks his brain, pure mush, trying to recall what he’d put down for aftercare-

“I won’t need anythin’,” he’d said to K’Sante.

“You just want him to leave you there after? Not even a pat on the head?”

“Why not? I can take a beatin’, no problem.”

He hadn’t understood K’Sante’s insistence at the time but right now? Crumpled on the ground, shaking and nauseous?

This sucks, it sucks so hard. He feels like he’s about to puke-

There’s a quiet sound beside him and he looks up as Aphelios sits beside him, cross-legged, watching intently for a few long seconds.

Then he opens his arms. An invitation, one Sett takes with embarrassing haste. He can’t quite get upright, so shuffles across the floor until he can rest his head in Aphelios’ lap, a torn breath ripping from his chest and pittering into a sob. Aphelios only strokes his hair, his other hand reaching downward, curling around his shoulders. Sett’s arms snake around Aphelios’ waist, clinging to him like a lifeline.

If it bothers him, Aphelios doesn’t make it obvious.

He leans down, curling around him almost protectively, like nothing in the world could touch him as long as Aphelios was there. And in the back of his lucid mind, he honestly believes it.

Slowly, very slowly, Sett starts to ground himself, the little coil he’s wound himself up into finally starting to loosen. He blinks a few times, then reality crashes back into him.

“Fuck,” he says, shooting up to a sitting position. How he doesn’t headbutt Aphelios on the way up, he has no idea. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Aphelios smiles. A little thing, a barely-there twitch of his lips, but it utterly bewitches Sett in an instant. His heart feels ready to burst from his chest.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks.

“Yeah! Yeah… Tired.”

Aphelios snorts. “That’s pretty standard.”

He moves closer, carefully guiding Sett to lean against him again. Sett’s head ends up on his shoulder, kneeling before him as Aphelios strokes through his hair. He drifts, sluggish and heavy, kinda like how he feels after too long a workout.

“Hey, wait- wait,” Sett blurts out, “I didn’t get you off.” He reaches out with his lead hands-

Aphelios catches them and jerks back, eyes wide, manic almost. Sett recoils.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“You sure? I’m more than happy to!” I really want to, please let me-

Aphelios only smiles. “That’s very sweet of you, but it’s fine, really.” Then after a pause, he adds, “maybe next time?”

Sett’s ears perk and his tail wiggles. “Next time?”

“Sure, if you’re up for another round.”

“I can handle anything you throw at me, boss.”

A mischievous smirk spreads over his features. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Sett looks around for his clothes, tries to stand- and crumples. Aphelios is there to ensure he doesn’t smash his knees but Sett is more astonished that he can handle the weight without even a stagger.

It does feel a little embarrassing, being led over to the bench and having his clothes handed over like he’s totally shitfaced, but it’s kinda nice being taken care of.

Aphelios makes certain he isn’t going to slump over, then passes him the water bottle from the table. While Sett sips, he signs,

“Let me call you a cab.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I can-”

“I insist.”

Maybe he’s just too goddamn tired, but Sett feels he doesn’t have much room to argue back.

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[afreakingdork]

Miss Dork Miss Dork oh my GOD I've just read Chapter 57 today I think I've officially fallen in love with Reader-san AND Donnie at the same time.

Like, how do you do it?? How do you write a character like that?? How does Reader-san keep rolling nat-20s and say the most quotable thought-provoking character developing things ever?? Chapter by chapter they have proven and continue to prove themselves to be an extremely thoughtful individual with a will that shouldn't be reckoned with and OH. THEM AND DONNIE FIT SO WELL TOGETHER. NO WONDER HE'S SO WHIPPED.

I can see why Donnie is hopelessly in love with them now Reader-san is LITERALLY marriage material. I want to marry someone like them. I can't believe they weren't taken already before Donnie came and swooped them off their feet. Ghkkk.

The line “We’re us. I don’t want that any other way. No changing for one another. We’re us first and foremost" and "Do it. It was never yours anyway because you didn’t name it" in particular. Hh. Okay. I'm normal about these lines in particular. Very normal. In fact, I'd say I'm the most normal ab- WRONG IM GOING INSANE. FIRST LINE?? BANGER. SECOND LINE? ALSO A BANGER. THAT IS THE MOST PERFECT RESPONSE YOU COULD THINK OF TO SOMEONE DOUBTING THEIR IDENTITY AND THEIR RELATION TO THEIR PERSONAS. GOODNESS. BANGER AFTER BANGER LINE FR!!

God everyday I wish I could print your fanfic and kiss each page one by one with utmost tenderness reserved for your beloved. Each chapter is so good aughhhh they're so fucking cool god. Sniff. They're so. Sniffles. They're so cool and well written. They're literally perfect I love them so much. Please oh god I'm so ready to read about them having babies or growing old together I'm gonna DIE WAHHHHH HAH!!!!

OH WAIT HUH OH I MADE ANOTHER LONG RANT AND THIS TIME ITS MORE FERAL UH OH.

Sorry for raving and rambling (again) in your dms Miss Dork I am just,, Experiencing Emotions™. They're all good of course and I am experiencing them in an appropriate amount (lie). Yes.

Okay okay let me compose myself before I make this even longer so I can start my closing statements now: Its so hard to put into words without sounding redundant but I just really really like how you write the Reader!! Lifting your hand and kissing it, like, CHU. I am looking up at you like a doe eyed- well, doe, and also you really are just one hell of a writer Ma'am!! I will never get tired of saying that btw!!

Peace!!

-K.M

KM you are the most delightful mystery in my life at the moment! /aff /pos 💞💞💞

that is to say...

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!

You are seriously the sweetest!!! I had such a blast writing those lines so hearing that you liked them means the world!!

ALSO NO RANT IS TOO LONG!!! WRITE AS MUCH AS YOUR HEART DESIRES AND I WILL READ EVERY BIT!!! YOU ARE A TRUE JOY!

It's so reassuring to hear reader is received well. Obviously they are meant to be a self insert, but at the same time there's no real way to represent everyone and I fret about it quite a bit. I hate alienated people and I want to make it rounded experience, but I also have this story I want to tell.

Just thank you truly, you have no idea how much you mean to me!

ALSO A HAND KISS!!! I'VE ONLY EVER BEEN HAND SMOOCHED ONCE IN MY WHOLE LIFE AND I BARELY RECOVERED!!! It was a Loki cosplayer and they stole my damn heart in one swift move when I complimented their costume! Swoon!!!

#ask

[rjmartin11]

I'm Aaron

Chapter Six

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Pain, sadness, healing, walking down memory lane.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Six! What a rollercoaster we've been on, right? Is Reader really leaving E for good? Let's jump in. Again, if you'd like to be in my tag list for this epic saga message and please drop me a like and follow! I do enjoy your comments.

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The morning light awakens you, and you sit up in the bed. Your head is pounding because you cried yourself to sleep. You look at your bedside table, and the clock reads eight thirty a.m. You notice that your receiver is still off the hook of the phone, but you leave it as is.

You sat up in the bed, folding your legs into your chest. You take a deep breath and consider your next move. Should you stay? Should you go? One thing is for sure, you are staving, and you are ready for breakfast! If you eat now, you can think straight later.

You realize in order to eat, you need to put the phone on the hook. You hesitate and put the receiver on the hook. The moment you put the phone on the hook, there's a knock on your door.

You freeze in place. Is it him? Is it Elvis?

*knock, knock, knock, knock*

You get out of bed and walk towards the door.

"Who is it?"

"Front desk delivery service, Ms. Y/N."

You opened the door, and on the other side was the largest boutique of red roses you've ever seen.

"Are these for me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slowly take them from the delivery guy and thank him. You shut the door with foot and walk back into your room, placing the roses on your dresser. You've never received flowers before, and your heart swoons. The scent of them filled the room. You see there a card attached. You take the card out of the roses, remove it from it envelope, and read it.

Y/N, baby, there's a rose for every moment I thought of you last night. Every time I kissed you since the night we met, and every time I called after you ran away from me. I hope these light up your life the way you've lit mine. Love, Elvis Aaron

The tears stain your face from his note. He still cares. After running away from him, he sent you flowers. You take one of the roses out of the vase and place it to your nose. The phone rings, and you smile to yourself. It's him. It has to be.

You place the card down on the dresser by the vase of the rose and walk over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Y/N, baby."

"Good morning, Elvis Aaron."

"Did you get your gift?"

"I did. They're beautiful. Thank you. And... and your card was sweet." You whisper in the receiver as you speak to him.

"I was wondering if you would eat breakfast with me?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. "Okay. Can you give me ten minutes?"

"That's more than enough time. I can't wait to see you, baby."

"Bye."

"Bye."

You hang up the phone and cling the rose to your heart. Your next thought is what to wear.

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Ten minutes later...

You arrive on the penthouse floor and walk with a newfound confidence to his door. You knock, and a familiar face opens the door.

"Good morning, Jerry."

"Good morning, Y/N." Jerry says, granting you access to the room. He escorts you to the bedroom door and knocks. Seconds later, Elvis appears in his pajamas with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks, Jer. I'll take it from here."

Elvis says as he holds the door open for you to enter his room. Walk and notice the big breakfast feast on the bar. You hear Elvis shut the door behind you, and you turn to face him.

"I'm glad you're here." He says, holding out his hand to you. You take his hand, and he grins at you.

"I didn't know what you like to, so I ordered us everything on the breakfast menu."

"This is very sweet, Elvis Aaron. Thank you."

"Well, let's dig in."

You take a plate and pass it to Elvis, and then you grab a plate for yourself. The selection was extravagant, but you were able to narrow it down to a waffle, strawberries, blueberries, some hashbrowns, and a sausage patty with orange juice on the side. Elvis got a little bit of every. He placed several stripes of bacon and sausage on his plate and eggs with a cup of coffee. You stayed away from the bacon because it was on the burnt side.

He walked you over to the coffee table where you two could eat. He grabbed your hands gently and bowed his head, and started to pray.

"Dear Lord, for what we are about to receive, we are truly grateful. Thank you for the company we get to share it with. Amen."

"Amen."

You were taken aback and impressed with his prayer. You sat there for a second, wondering if he did it to impress you. You were too hungry to focus on that now.

As you eat, you try to avoid eye contact with him. Just trying to focus on your food.

"Baby, can we please address the elephant in the room?" He says, placing his food to the side.

You put your fork down and swallow the leftover food in your mouth. "I don't know what say." You speak without making eye contact with him.

"I have people run to me all the time. No one's ever ran from me because of who I am."

"I'm sorry, Elvis Aaron. It wasn't because of you. I ran because I was frightened."

"Frightened? Of what? Of me?" Elvis says this moves closer to you on the floor. "Did I hurt you?"

"Oh no. No, of course not. Not exactly, you."

"Then what exactly was it?" He pauses and takes a breath. "I know we were just gonna talk. Maybe I got a little carried away. I didn't think when I asked you about your day, it would lead to..." Elvis pauses to look at you.

You blush and conceal your face from the thought. How could you have been so blunt with him? What did you have to gain from it?

"Elvis... I honestly don't know what got into me. Telling you about...that."

"Oh, you don't?" He says, removing a hand from your face.

You snicker and grin knowing exactly what got into you! You intertwine your fingers with his; allowing yourself to be captured by his cerulean gaze. He is so spellbinding. His gaze has the power to calm and excite you all at once.

"Maybe you shouldn't have asked for me to show you my dirty deed."

"I'm glad you did." He pauses and looks deep within your eyes. "About you runnin' away. If I didn't hurt you. Why? What are you afraid of?"

You lightly shake your head and feel the tears form in your eyes. Do you tell him about your fear of commitment? Or the fear that you could hurt one another? You know now for a fact that he's not using you. You squeeze his hand and answer. "I was overwhelmed. This passion between us... Elvis Aaron, it's intense. So real and raw. That feeling is unnerving for me. You're the first guy I've ever felt this strongly about. That scares me. I keep thinking about Romeo and Juliet. I don't want this to end tragically."

Elvis shakes his head and says, "We ain't them. We ain't got crazy families fighting over something stupid. We're Elvis Aaron and Y/N, and we're makin' our own story. Understand?"

You nod your head and allow your tears to stream down your cheeks. You sniff and blush at his words. He's so romantic and knowledgeable. He gently wipes your tears away with his fingers, and you smile at the gesture.

"I've always been an ugly crier."

"You could never be ugly, baby. But how 'bout for today we just truly talk and get to know more about each other." He asked, scooting to you where you're nearly in his lap.

"I'd love that. Just talking, right?"

"Yes, just talking for today."

You get as close as possible to hold his face in between your hands. "I don't know, Elvis Aaron. I may want to steal a kiss or two." *kiss* "Or three." You give him another kiss before scooting back, sliding your right hand down over his chest. "What do you want to know?"

Elvis puckers his lips to the side. "I want to know when your birthday is?"

"It's in June. When is yours?"

"Mines in January. What day in June is your birthday?"

"It's the 8th of June."

Elvis chuckles at your answer and shakes his head.

"What's so funny?"

"M-My birthday's on January 8th."

Your mouth drops in shock. How can that be such a coincidence? Born on the same day six months apart in different years? "Whoa, really?"

"Really, baby." He speaks low, and your heart swoons.

The two of you spend the morning and a part of the afternoon getting to know each other. You both discuss favorite colors, favorite foods, likes, and dislikes. You let Elvis know that your favorite flowers are forget-me-nots. He takes note of that.

You ask him about what you should know that others don't know. He tells you about how it was growing up in Tupelo, Mississippi. How he loved sneaking around in juke joints in Shake Rag. Elvis enjoyed the music that played.

"I swear if Mama knew half of what I did with the guys, she'd have my hide." He chuckles at times past, yet he has this distant look not hidden from you. Like he yearns for those times once more. You see it in those oceanic orbs. You hear it in his longing drawl. You notice it more when he refers to his mother. It tugs at your heartstrings.

Elvis told you about Jesse Garon, his twin brother, who passed at birth. The thought in your mind that there could be two of him in the world! You were flabbergasted and, at the same time, hurt for him.

You tell him your secret childhood wish about wanting a little brother or sister. If you had one, maybe life would have been better. Not so lonely. Then you think of the way your father raised you and how your mother had to protect you. There's a chance your mother wouldn't want to subject another child to him.

You both speak on your love for your mothers. How they were the one's that kept to save. You tell Elvis about how your mama played Mahalia Jackson all throughout the house. His face lights up because she's his favorite gospel singer. He mentions the times he would go to East Trigg Church in Memphis and her sing. He tells you he did it several times, actually.

"I think our mama's would love each other, Elvis Aaron."

"Me too, Y/N darling. Me too."

"I used to sing in the choir at my church."

"No kidding? You'll have to sing for me one day."

"I don't know. My voice is nothing compared to yours." You shy away from him. He notices you shying away and starts to tickle you. You laugh yourself into a fit. You try to get away from him, but he holds you with his strong legs. With no place to run, your laughter fills the room. Elvis starts laughing with you. "Elvis, stop! Let me catch my breath! Please!" He stops, and you feel yourself coming down from that high. He looks in your eyes. You wrap your arm around his neck and ease your hand into his hair. He bends down to kiss your lips, and you melt into him. He holds you, and he continues speaking.

You love talking with him about life, God... things. Elvis told you about his time in Germany and Army life. He expressed his love for his fans and how much he wanted to travel the world.

"I believe the world is ready for you, Elvis Aaron. Are you ready?" You ask, looking into his eyes. He grins.

"I'm ready, baby, and the world better be ready cause I'm coming." He holds you close and plants a soft kiss to your forehead.

"What time is it?" He asks, looking at his wristwatch. "Oh, baby. It's four fifteen. I got a sound check in fifteen minutes!"

He jumps up quickly and tries to get ready for the day. How did it get so last so soon? You watch him as he grabs his clothes and runs into the bathroom.

You hear the shower run, and you decide to make yourself more comfortable on the sofa. You kneel on the seat while placing your head on your arm. You hear the shower stop, and it won't be long before he appears in front of you. When he emerges out of the bathroom, he dressed to the T! A blue button-up blouse with white flowers and some tight black pants that hug him in all the right places. You can't help but stare. He's gorgeous.

"That was a quick shower." You ponder.

"I hate being late. I need to make sure everyone's where they need to be. The Sweets and The Imperials are usually harmonizing when I get there. Which is great. The orchestra and the band usually warm up but not as much as I like."

You watch as he rushes to put his socks and boots on as he explains what happens behind the scenes of his show. It seems that he's stretching for perfection. It's something to admire more about him. The way he speaks fills in more of the holes in his personality.

"I like seeing you in your element, Elvis. You're almost as excited as a school boy."

He looks up at you, putting his foot down on the floor. Elvis slowly approaches you, and it does something to you.

Remember you were only talking for today. Nothing more. Just talking.

You remind yourself of this. Ignoring the incessant throbbing between your legs. Crossing your legs tight underneath you so you won't wet the sofa with your erotic juices. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and you try to control your breathing.

Elvis moves one of your curls behind your ear and gently laces his fingers through your hair, resting his palm on your face. You both look into each other's eyes. You don't know what he sees in you, but you exactly what you see in him. In his eyes, you see kindness, experience, peace, humility, and... you see love.

The next moment, he's kissing you. It's that type of kiss that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. That kiss that gives you chills and goosebumps all over your body. That one kiss that makes your jump. The one you only see in films that look like time stands still, this time it's you. It's finally your moment. Elvis even does that tongue thing you like.

You slowly pull away from him with a smile. "I don't want you to be late for rehearsals. Go before I change my mind. I'll go too."

"Why are you leaving?" Confusion sets in over is face as he holds your arms in place.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes, Y/N, baby, I want you to stay. I want you to be here when I get back. Spoil yourself rotten."

You giggle at the thought of being alone in his room. "Elvis Aaron, a girl could get used to being spoiled. How can I ever go back?"

"You don't." He gives you a quick kiss until...

*knock, knock, knock*

"Hey E.P., their ready for you downstairs, man!" An unfamiliar voice shouts on the other side of the door.

"Give me a minute, Red!" He says, yelling back at the door.

"No, you better go...E.P." You kiss his nose, and then his lips sending him off. Before he goes, Elvis gives you a nice smack on your ass. He takes one last look at you, smiles, and closes the door behind him.

What an excellent day you've had. You didn't think it would go this well, but you're glad it did. Elvis told you to spoil yourself in his absence, but all you want to do is rest. You lay down in Elvis's massive bed, practically doused with throw pillows. The bed that you two did the naughty in less than twenty-four hours ago. You grab a pillow in turn on your side. The scent of your lover is laced all over his bed and sheets. That musk of him fills your senses and relaxes your mind. Before you know it, you're drifting off to sleep.

✧❁❁✧✿✿✧❁❁✧❁❁✧✿✿✧❁❁✧

The phone rings, and you open your eyes. You rub your eyes and scoot closer to the phone, picking up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Baby, did you fall asleep again?"

"You said spoil myself. I'm spoiling myself. I'm getting more sleep than ever. How was rehearsal?"

"It went good. Real good. I'm getting dressed down here. Baby, I want you to come to the midnight show."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I want you to meet the Mafia wives. I'm gonna have ya sit with them and get to know them. They're sweethearts."

All of a sudden, you get nervous. You did come to meet new people and enjoy new experiences, but once you met Aaron (Elvis), you lost interest in meeting others.

"O-okay." You speak yourself back into reality, trying not to give yourself away.

"Alright, and I want you to stay the night with me. All night. No running away."

You pause, considering the words that he says. They're like velvet rolling off his tongue, piercing your ears. The whole night. "Yes, I'll stay."

"It's nine o'clock now. Be ready by ten. You'll meet the ladies at the dinner show. I'll have Jerry bring you down."

"Yes, love."

*pause*

"Did you just call me love?"

You hit your mouth, realizing the words you just told him. It slipped out. You can't take them back now.

"Maybe I did."

"You did."

"It just slipped out."

"I'm glad it did. You should let that slip out more often."

"Maybe I will. It's ten minutes after nine, let me get ready, Elvis. Good luck tonight." You whisper in the receiver, hoping it would calm him.

"Thanks, baby. I'll see you after the show. Bye."

"Bye, love." You hang up the phone, and you hear a knock at the door.

You open it and see Jerry on the other side.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm escorting you down for the dinner show."

"Yes, I'm... can you walk me to my room? My clothes are there and I'd like to freshen up a bit."

"Of course."

Jerry walks you downstairs to your floor, but he gives you space to get ready for the evening. You take a quick shower and fluff out your curls. You look in the mirror to do your affirmations. "You are kind, brilliant, and beautiful. You are worthy of love. You... are meeting new people. Remember to be yourself. No matter what, like Jill said."

You stop and think about your friend, Jill. Out of all your friends, she's the truest. You should have at least called her. You dress yourself in a short black, lacey dress with a small slit on the left side. You glance at the clock. It's nine forty-five. Knowing you have fifteen minutes to make it downstairs, you risk it and make a quick phone call to your friend back home.

You dial the number and hear the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jill. It's me."

"Y/N? It's so late. Are you already?"

You hit yourself in the head, realizing that you are three hours behind Atlanta. "I'm fine. Better than fine. Forgive me, I forgot about the time difference."

"Quite fine. Beckett and I just got back home ourselves. Did you make it to Las Vegas, Y/N?"

"Yes, I did, and I'm so glad I came. I met someone. I'm about to go down and meet him."

"I'm excited for you. See what happens when you do your affirmations? What's his name? What does he do, and are you having fun?"

*pause* You decide to tell a half truth. The same half truth that he told you the night you met.

"His name is Aaron. He works security for this guy that's large in Vegas. And let me put it to you this way, I lost my V card."

"You're lying. Miss Goody Goody, lost her V card? I know if you did, he is really special."

"He is. Very special." *giggles*

*knock, knock*

"Hey, Y/N. We really gotta go." Jerry calls from the hallway.

"Jill, I have to go, but I'll call later. At a better time, at least. I'll see you in a few days."

"Bye, Y/N. Remember, you're kind, brilliant, and beautiful. Enjoy your time."

"I will! Bye." You hang up the phone, throw your shoes on, and head for the door. Jerry is looking you up and down and gives you a nod of approval.

"You look great."

"Thank you. You're sweet."

"Ready?"

"Let's do it."

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#elvispresley #elvis fans #elvis x reader #romance #elvis #vegas #elvis x y/n #70s elvis #ElvisPresleySeries #elvis smut #I'm Aaron

[goldenteaset]

I need to see what you write for selshippy Vash and #1, end of a hard day -From YOU'LL NEVER GUESS

>:D I CAN'T IMAGINE WHO IT MIGHT BEEEE, but anyway, thank you!

My form of yumejoshi/selfshipping is through projecting onto OCs, so Vash's catgirl girlfriend here is named Rose. She's augmented--because if the out-there designs of the bounty hunters can exist, so can she--and she bakes at a cat cafe in one of the small towns. =v= (The OCs with one exception are all named after tea herbs, because punny.)

Anyway, prompt answer under the cut! :D

"Today sucked," Vash groaned⏤whined, really⏤as he shuffled into Rose's bedroom, dead on his feet. "People didn't listen to me, I got knocked into a table, and the Tomas jerky wound up too hard to cut again! I hope you had a better time...Rose...?"

He blinked at the scene in front of him. That was definitely Rose curled up under the blankets, he could see her fluffy tail flicking back and forth from here. But why wasn't she answering?

Trying not to think of the worst-case scenarios, he tiptoed over to the bed, calling out softly "Rose? Hey, honey, are you okay?"

Rose lifted the blankets a bit, revealing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy face. And her cat ears, which were lowered almost to the top of her head. "I don't know," she said, her green eyes still misty with tears. "Can...can you hug me, please?"

"On the double, ma'am," Vash replied, saluting smartly and slipping into bed after her. He was soon cocooned in warmth, both from her and the blankets. "So what's wrong⏤trouble at the cafe again?" He hoped the cats were okay.

"A bit," Rose said, snuggling into his chest. "Everything I baked today turned out awful. Too salty or burned or...I couldn't possibly give our customers messes like that." She grumbled under her breath some more. "So I wasted ingredients for nothing!"

"Was it a waste, though?" Vash rubbed her back soothingly. "You learned a lot, just by trying."

Rose managed a small, mischievous smile. "Like cutting the jerky?"

"...Well, maybe a little. I still say it was just being stubborn."

She finally laughed, thank goodness. "Vash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad your troubles were small, today." Her words were unexpectedly solemn. "Usually, um...you don't tell me about what you're going through. I like being your," she faltered a bit, blushing, "d-'desert rose', but sometimes I'd like to know why you need me so much."

Uh-oh, turn up the charm, quick! "Well obviously it's 'cause you're my favorite catgirl in Gunsmoke," he chirped, tapping her nose. "Most places aren't lucky enough to have someone like you."

She scrunched up her nose in embarrassment and turned away, laughing. "Y-Yes they do, I wouldn't have thought of it if⏤eek!"

"You dare miss the point of Vash the Stampede?!" he pressed on grandiosely, switching from cuddles to tickles. "You'll pay for this!"

"Oh no," she pretended to swoon⏤or maybe it was for real? "The scary outlaw caught me!" And then she dissolved into giggles and frantic crawling toward the other end of the bed, which ensured he had to gently tug her back, growling into her neck. And then...

After a few rounds of aggressive tickles and cuddling (and getting swatted by Rose's tail), he forgot he'd even had a bad day in the first place. And judging by Rose's contented purring against his chest, she did too.

Next time, I gotta be more careful, though. She almost got too close...

#soft otp or selfship prompts #asks #F/O: Some Chick's Boytoy #anon asks #yumejoshi #proship selfship

[leehestia]

first operation || optional bias x reader

Pairing: doctor!bias x nurse!reader

Genre: married au, hospital au, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: hospital romance, pda, operation, mentions of blood, tumors, a lil swearing, mentions of seducing, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Wherein Y/N's husband, H/N takes his first operation as lead-surgeon, and Y/N does her best to show her support and love for him.

A/N: This is based on Season 2 of Mischievous Kiss: Love in Tokyo!! But I decided to make the male lead less of a jerk and actually a caring husband LMFAOOO + i switched things up but i really got inspired by the drama and wanted to fix my frustration on how much i fucking hate naoki🥰 /hj

...

"H/N! Dinner's ready!" You call out to your husband.

Your majestic, smart, beautiful husband walks down the stairs, a binder in hand. You admire him, as he walks towards you.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." He sighs, sitting down on the counter chair. "Can't help it" You shrug, H/N still focused on the notes.

"What's that?" You ask him, eyeing at the item in his hand.

"A binder."

"Duh... I'm asking what it's about." You cross your arms.

"Notes for my first surgery."

"What?"

"Notes for my first surgery."

"As in... Your first first first where you're the lead surgeon!?" You scream in joy, your husband side eyeing you.

"Yes, Y/N. Please serve the food already."

"Eyy, you're a grown up already. Get it yourself."

He sighs, standing up. You take his spot to look at the binder, amazed.

"Oooo! You're working on this patient. I handled him once for my training." You chuckled.

H/N hummed, "So I heard."

He walked towards you, sitting beside you, a plate filled with mac and cheese in hand. "Mac and cheese again, Y/N?" He looked at you, annoyance in his eyes. "Why, you still eat it don't you?" You teased, still reading the patient details.

"Alright, alright. Give it back..." He said, trying to grab the binder back.

"Wait! Let me finish that page at leas- mmph!"

"H/N!" You groaned, as he pulled away from the kiss. "That will shut you up." He smiled, your eyebrows furrowed. "Yah! You can't just kiss me out of nowhere! A warning please, H/N!" You grumbled.

"You were on it again. Stop trying to peak into my notes." He said, reading the binder.

You pouted, standing up to get your food.

...

"Did you know?" One of your colleagues spoke, "Y/N and Dr. H/L/N are married?"

"What? You're joking!" Another colleague of yours laughed.

"No, it turns out they got married in college, Y/N was still in fashion design at the time. It was said that she transfered here because of H/N!" "How'd you find out?" She whispered.

"Apparently, people have sighted them share a very very short kiss in the lounge room, thinking no one was there!" Your colleague laughed.

"Well how'd you know they're married?"

"It's a secret, but since you seem very invested, why not!" She went close to her ear, "Nurse Hwang accidentally caught a glance of Y/N's birth certificate, it stated that she's married." Your colleague gasped. "And you know how she has Dr. H/N's last name? Obviously because it's because their married!"

"Gosh! And i've been swooning over a married man this whole time!" She giggled. "Maybe you should continue to, even try to seduce him! Y/N's obviously no match for such a perfect man like Dr. H/L/N!" They laughed.

"What's this about?" The head nurse interrupts the conversation. "Oh, Nurse Itsuki... it's nothing! We were just talking about Dr. H/L/N's first lead surgery!"

"I see... well, get back to work then." She replied. "Yes ma'am." Your colleague smiled, before both of them went along to do their tasks.

...

3 more days before his operation, you decide to take him out to the amusement park on his day off.

"Hey, you're skipping work just for this?" H/N complained.

You hugged his arm, "Yes! Of course I want you to get every work-related thing to get off your mind for today so that your beautiful brain can rest! Besides, the head nurse allowed me, because she knows how much I love you~" You giggled.

H/N simply smirked as he looked at you.

"Let's go there! Go win me a teddy bear!" You exclaimed before dragging him to the games.

...

Two days before the operation, you went to H/N's office.

"Yah, H/N!" You called. H/N turned to look at you standing at the door frame, annoyed.

You approached him with a grin, before closing the book he was reading, and pulling him out of his seat.

"What now?" H/N groaned.

"Oh no, I can feel your energy!" You exclaimed as you tightened the grip on his hand. "You're extremely tired! Go take a nap!" You smiled, before pushing H/N on the patients bed.

"Y/N, I have things to review..." H/N said groggily.

"Mhm, yes you do! But so that you can review it properly go take a nap. You were on the same page for more than 30 minutes!"

H/N just stared at the ceiling as you pulled a blanket on him.

"Go take a nap, I love you." You said, before kissing him on the cheek.

H/N just turned to look at you with a smile, before puckering his lips. "Here too." He whined.

You just looked at him, baffled.

"Really?"

"Yes. Give me one, now." He puckered his lips again.

"Aish..." You approached him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll see you later, H/N. Now go to sleep." You caressed his hair.

H/N closed his eyes, and you quietly left his office.

...

1 day before the operation, you entered his office again. "H/N, my mom told you to give you a back massage and to bring you to the church!"

"I'm too busy to go to the church, and I don't need a back massage." H/N nonchalantly said. "Then at least the back massage!"

"I'm fine, Y/N..."

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I'm just too worried about you..." You pouted, sitting on H/N's extra chair.

H/N turned his chair to look at you, "Come here." H/N instructed, gesturing you to sit on his lap. You obliged, sitting down.

"I don't need any manifestation or anything, Y/N. I just need you." H/N sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but I just really really can't help it!" You complained. "All the nurses who found out about our said that I'm no match for you, and I'm a horrible wife... and if that is true, the least I can do is show you support!" You whined.

H/N frowned as he heard what you said. "Have more confidence, Y/N. I chose you. I'll never choose anyone else except you." He affirmed with a smile.

You slightly turned your head to give him a kiss on the head. H/N hummed, as he slowly closed his eyes, chin still on your shoulder. You felt his head hit the side of your neck.

"Are you sleeping?" You whispered.

H/N's response was only soft snores.

You didn't know how to get out, you didn't want to disturb him. You gave up trying to look for a way, and just fell asleep as well, still seated on his lap.

...

"H/N!" You quietly tried to call your husband who was currently seated in his office, door opened. He didn't seem to notice, making you look left and right before entering his office with no whatsoever warning for your husband.

"H/N!"

"Oh god Y/N!" H/N says, surprised. "Sorry... I just wanted to bring you this for good luck." You softly said, handing him a bento box.

"Thank you, Y/N." Your husband smiled. "...But are you sure you really want to give me your food... as a good luck?" He asked you.

"No... not really." You chuckled. "That's what I thought." H/N sarcastically smiled, before handing the bento box to you again.

You frowned, "Then what do you want me to give you?"

"Nothing, you're extremely bad luck." Your husband insulted you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"Yah, you married me and yet you don't expect support from me as your wife?" You placed the bento box on his desk once more, before turning your heel to leave.

However, you were quickly stopped by your beautiful husband, as he pulled you towards him. He gave you his iconic cute smile before sitting you down on his chair.

He closed the door of his office, locking it before walking towards you.

"H/N..." You looked at him as he removed his lab coat, throwing it on the patients bed. You giggled at his actions, as he leaned down to match your sitting height.

Your noses touched, as you wrapped your hands around his nape. You looked at the man above you, his eyes closed as he holds onto your thighs for support. You leaned in, and gave him a short kiss before quickly pulling away.

"Yah, make it longer!" H/N glared at you.

"Hmm... should I?" You mischievously teased.

H/N rolled his eyes, before kissing you. You quickly responded to the kiss, your hands slowly moving up to the back of his head, touching his soft hair (if he's bald I'm so sorru 💀) His hands transferred to your waist, pulling you up so you both can stand.

You whined in the kiss, as H/N makes you sit down on the patients bed as he continued to kiss you. Your hands tugged at his hair, wanting it to go further, until H/N abruptly stopped, looking at his watch.

"I have to go now..." He whispered against your face. You whined softly as you gave him puppy eyes and a pout.

"I'll treat this little make-out session of ours as a good luck charm." He smiled, before giving you a chaste kiss.

He pats your head, quickly grabbing his coat, then leaves the room. You were left in his office, alone. So you decided to use this opportunity to read his notes.

...

You spent at least 4 hours reading all his patient notes and studies, extremely intrigued. You heard a knock on the door, making your heart skip a beat due to the shock.

The door was immediately opened, worrying you. "Dr. H/L/N I need some- oh." One of your colleagues, Nurse Satomi had caught you in the act of reading your husbands notes.

"Ah~ Nurse Satomi!" You laughed, "I was here to get some notes for Dr. H/L/N! He told me to do it before his surgery ends which is at least..." You stopped for a moment to check your watch, "30 minutes from now!"

"I see..." Nurse Satomi smiled. "Let's go out together, shall we?" You offered, Nurse Satomi giving a nod in response.

You both exited the room, heading for the operation center. You and Nurse Satomi waited outside, and talked about the patients of a recent car crash.

You noticed a little girl and a woman, which is most probably her mom, waiting on the set of seats across you. You assume that they're the family of the patient H/N is operating.

You stare at them for a while until Nurse Satomi asks you a question that made you jump.

"Are you dating H/N?" She asked

You saw the woman and little kid look at both of you, shocked. You slowly turned to look at Nurse Satomi, who was waiting for an answer.

"N-no, not exactly dating..." You said in response.

Nurse Satomi suddenly gasps, "Then you're siblings?!"

"No, we aren't." You chuckled. "Then what are you both? Why are you so close?" She raised her eyebrow as she crossed her arms.

"We're uh- we're-"

"Dr. H/N!" The woman earlier suddenly called. Your husband and his assistant doctor during the operation came out.

"Oh how is he?" She asked your husband. "He's doing fine. We removed the tumor, so now he just has to rest here for about a month so that we can run tests as well just incase of any problems or casualties." H/N said. "Oh thank you so much doctor!" The woman bowed.

"No problem ma'am. Thank you for trusting me." H/N bowed back.

H/N then finally noticed your presence, and excused himself.

He walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you. You took it, and stood up. He bowed to Nurse Satomi before he linked arms with you.

"Let's eat?" You asked him. "I have to change clothes first, dumbass."

You looked at his clothes and gasped. "Oh you're right!" You laughed.

…

You and H/N walked to the doctor's shift room, and you waited for him to change. He came out in his doctors gown and you were confused.

"You have a shift today?" You asked. "No, I don't. I just felt like wearing it."

You scoffed, "Your first operation got into your head didn't it? So now you feel like a real doctor now huh?"

"Hm, I guess so~" H/N teased.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, walking away. "Hey, wait up!" H/N caught up with you, taking your hand and pulling you to face him.

Your heel turned, almost tripping, until H/N caught you by the waist.

"So clumsy..." H/N smiled. You furrowed your eyebrows, fixing yourself to stand properly.

"S-stop teasing me." You mumbled. H/N giggled, as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Dr. L/H/N, Nurse L/H/N! What are you doing!" The head nurse shouted as if she witnessed a murder.

All the people around turned to look at the two of you. Embarrassed, you suddenly ran away, H/N following behind you.

"Y/N! You'll be working overtime for this!" The head nurse shouted as you ran away.

And that is how the whole hospital found out about your marriage. :)

The end. (Be ready to suffer btw)

#optional bias #optional character #kpop #senarios #x reader #y/n #h/n #mischevious kiss #mischievous kiss: love in tokyo #irie kotoko #irie naoki #doctor au #hospital au #hestia loves astro #deez nuts

[lost-souls-system]

In my timezone it is my girlfriend's birthday, and in her timezone it has already passed into a new day. She probably won't see this now since I told her to go to sleep [She is stubborn to go to sleep, so I have to use the pet name card]. But anyways, in honor of her birthday, I decided to to make a post about the things I love about her. So, my mahal, if you see this, I love you!

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Her voice.

Her voice is so calming. Though quite masculine, her voice still sounds cute. When she laughs, god, I am literally weak in my knees. I could not move when she talks. Like, I have to lay down on my bed because I will stumble down the stairs if I tried to walk.

2. The way she talks.

If asked me what we talk about, I would give you a full description from the start to the last. The way she talks is so energetic, like she is ecstatic to call me. I would enter the call, and immediately her voice chirps up. It's cute. I would reciprocate it, if not for the lack of privacy in my house. But please, she is so fucking cute, I want to squeeze her like one of those stress balls.

3. Her rambles.

OH MY GOD, her rambles are the best. If I feel like shit, and she goes into a ramble, I would immediately feel like I am in a field of daisies. She gives me butterflies whenever she calls me by the nickname she gave me. And when she rambles, I would be very attentive. I remember her rambles about the novel she is working on, to her rambles about how she created a soap opera by herself in a call with an audience who slept through it all in a call with her. Sometimes, she feels like I am bored about her rambles. But honestly? It has to be the most entertaining things that I have ever listened to. Don't feel insecure with your rambles, darling, I am an attentive person, so don't worry.

4. The way she flusters me.

I will give you an honest answer. She is the first to make me flustered. Like, no one, NO ONE, can ever make me flustered. So, when she said that me whimpering is cute? I literally folded off my chair. Like, I fell of my chair then the chair fell on top of me. Because, MA'AM? Who gave you the right to make me so flustered?! It was me, of course. I like to make her flustered and I like it when she makes me flustered, plus she finds it entertaining and amusing. I am very flustered right now. I just keep on remembering how she made me flustered and I am barely surviving. But, can you please, please, praise me again?

5. She comforts everyone, no matter who it is.

She is very comforting. If I had an overwhelming day, she would be there. I tell her about it, and she just listens. She doesn't cut in nor does she say anything until you are done talking about it. That's the way she is and I am swooning for it. If we had a call, her voice gives me comfort, her presence gives me comfort. She is like a safe haven for me, she is always careful with her words as if whatever she says will offend me. But, I reassure you, you aren't offending anyone. Just talk your heart out, and I will listen :)

6. The fact she can be innocent and unholy at the same time.

Literally, she has a heart of an angel, yet, she has a mind of a demon. I thought she was innocent, until she made me flustered by her descriptions while talking about torture. I am swooning for it. Jesus, the fact she does nothing and I am barely surviving the teasing. Please do it again.

7. Her. Just her

I love all these traits of hers, but most importantly, I love her. How can I love her traits if I can't love her first? I am melting into a puddle because of her teasing. I just, AAAAAAAAAAA, I love her so much! I can't think of how to tell her how much I love her, because I want to show it to her. God, I want her, no, NEED her. I need her, her laughs, her talking, and her touch. I wan to cuddle her and show her how much I love her. I love her so much I would kill someone who hurts her. I swear i am so close to being paralyzed by her. I would do anything for her, and whatever she tells me to do. That's how swooned I am for her. She swept me off my feet, literally. I love you, mahal.

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And lastly, I love everything about you. The good and the bad, I want all of you, mahal. If you hurt me, I will forgive you. I just love you so much to forget you. Even if it takes a million years for you to love me, I will wait for you. You are the special puzzle piece in my heart. Just know I think about you everyday. You are important to me, very important.

I love you! [English]

Mahal kita! [Tagalog, Filipino language]

Je vous aime! [French]

Ich liebe dich! [German]

Σε αγαπώ! [Greek]

Aloha wau iā 'oe! [Hawaiian]

!אני אוהב אותך [Hebrew]

मुझे तुमसे प्यार है! [Hindi]

Szeretlek! [Hungarian]

ég elska þig! [Icelandic]

aku mencintaimu! [Indonesian]

Is breá liom tú! [Irish]

ti amo! [Italian]

愛してます! [Japanese]

사랑해요! [Korean]

te amo! [Latin]

Те сакам! [Macedonian]

ഞാൻ നിന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു! [Malayalam]

inħobbok! [Maltese]

Aroha ana ahau ki a koe! [Maori]

Би чамд хайртай! [Mongolian]

म तिमीलाई माया गर्छु! [Nepali]

Jeg elsker deg! [Norwegian]

!دوستت دارم [Persian]

Kocham cię! [Polish]

Eu te amo! [Portugese]

Te iubesc! [Romanian]

[I used google translate so please bare with me.]

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A/N: I know this isn't a writing post, but I will give it to you guys soon. Just let me appreciate and love my girlfriend first. And yes, I know I already have a gift for her, I just want to tell her about the things I love about her.

#i love you darling #i love you mahal #I would kill for you #that is how far I will go for you #i will die for you #i will live for you #anything for you #i will do anything you tell me to #that is how swooned i am for you #i love you mahal! #happy birthday mahal! #well belated birthday :)

[bougiebutchbitch]

Me, drawing more Nonsense for THIS FIC (E-rated)? More likely than you think.

Anyway, have that forehead-bonk from Chapter 4 that lives in my head rent-free - aka, how to deal with the aftermath of your girlfriend’s Villain Arc. It’s mostly an excuse for me to draw Beau with her hair down again 😍

quick doodle alert; please excuse dodgier-than-usual anatomy

#beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role #mighty nein #critical role beau #critical role yasha #yashregard #cracklepop #my art #fanart #critical role fanart #welcome to my TEDTalk: the big buff shy one bottoms #yeaaaah the poses aren't how I wrote them but :SHRUG: #the perspective on the background is ALL WRONG #one day I swear I will crank out a piece with a proper background but TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY #NO SIR SATAN #please just focus on Beau With Her Hair Down #because... :swoons: ma'am please

[plentyoffandoms]

Adam Page x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Spiting, unprotected sex. Degrading names.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Hope you like it @thenerdybaker523

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Your Body is a Wonderland Masterlist ♡ Adam Page Masterlist

17: Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me.

Stephen - Adam Page

YN's POV:

I am absolutely fuming as I watch Stephen interact with some of the new talent. The talent that I hired.

These women can not seem to keep their hands to themselves and since Stephen is such a gentleman, he isn't telling them to back off because he considers that "too rude."

But there is one that just keeps putting her hands all over him and even though he keeps moving her hands, she keeps putting them back.

And he knew I was angry. He can clearly tell by the look on my face and he knows that there will be a fight about this later.

"Okay ladies, it is time for you to leave and get ready for tonight's show." His southern drawl made them all swoon, but did they move?

No.

"You heard him. Time to go, you got a job to do." I said as nicely as I could.

"Stephen, please follow me." I said to him sternly. The one who had her hands on him gave me a dirty look but did I fucking care? Hell no.

"Coming Ma'am." We try to keep it as professional as we can at work but that will not be happening today.

He followed behind me, the sounds of our footsteps seemed to be bouncing off the walls at each step.

My heels were slamming with each step it felt like as we walked to my office that I have here st Daily's Place.

When we got closer to my office, he walked ahead of me and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as I walked past him.

He quickly closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked. The moment I heard the click I went to open my mouth but he just smashed his lips against mine and pulled be flushed against his body.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt how hard he was. His kisses were rough and demanding and I was loving every second of it.

He pulled his lips away and he just stood there, staring at me. "Now YN, that wasn't really nice of you to be glaring at those young women." He said to me in a mocking tone.

That made me angry and I tried to pull away from him, but his grip got tighter. His one hand wove into my hair and gave it a nice tug, making me gasp.

"Did I say you could move YN?" I tried to shake my head no, but had a hard time with his hand gripping my hair.

"But,"

"No buts YN. You know they are just being friendly and you should know that I am yours and no one can ever take me away from you."

"Then maybe do something to actually show them that I am yours. I am sick of us hiding our relationship just to keep your fans happy Stephen."

"And what do you suppose we do about that?" He said as started to kiss up and down my neck, making sure not to leave any marks.

"Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me."

He seemed to pause at that and I knew he was thinning about what I said. Then I felt his teeth sink into my skin, actually breaking it.

I moaned loudly as I clung to his shirt. This is all new with him. Stephen only ever leaves marks when he knows we won't be seen anywhere.

"You want me to dominate you?"

"More than anything." I told him, without missing a beat. Didn't want him to think I wasn't sure.

With those magic words it was like something went off his head. A growl left his mouth and he wad lifting me into his arms to place me on my desk.

He went to work on undoing his jeans and I just leaned back on my elbows, watching as he is about to become feral.

This side I only see in the privacy of our room. I have no idea what the hell he is going to do.

Now his hands were sliding up my legs and under my skirt as I am working to undo his shirt and I was expecting him to just push my panties aside but what he did had me soaked.

He ripped my panties in half and after he checked to make sure I was wet enough, he slammed into me and I moaned so loud I am sure people heard me on the other side of the building.

"Is this what you wanted?" He spit out through clenched teeth.

"Uh huh." Was the only answer I could muster as my mind got taken over by what he was doing to my body.

His cock kept hitting that spot in me and I couldn't think straight. "Fuck, can feel you already. You gonna cum on my dick huh? My little slut."

His thrusts were so hard and fast that he was actually moving my desk backwards and he didn't give a shit.

"Gotta seem them tits YN." I went to undo my shirt but I wasn't moving fast enough for him because without even missing a beat, he ripped my shirt in half.

His leaned down and started to bite and kiss me chest, making sure to leave plenty of marks.

"Fuck, you're gonna look so good with me dripping down your legs, isn't that right baby?"

I couldn't even answer him. I am so focused on my pleasure and just finishing.

But Stephen wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed. My mouth fell open as this is something he has never done with me and I am loving every single moment of it.

He took that time to spit into my mouth. "Swallow it you little fucking whore." He said that by thrusting into me faster if possible.

I tried to swallow as best as I could and I opened my mouth to show it was all gone. He growled and he leaned down and gave me a sloppy kiss, with his hand still around my neck.

"Now answer me."

"Yes." I cried out.

"Yes what?"

"Gonna look good with your cum," I couldn't even finish my sentence as it all became too much for me.

I cried out his name as my pussy started to spasm around his cock. My whole body was shaking and I am pretty sure I blacked out there for a moment.

When I came too, Stephen's thrusts were sloppy and with a cry of my name he stilled and came in me.

"Shit YN." He said as he tried to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out of me and I groaned as I felt our combined juices leak out of me and onto my desk.

He handed me his shirt so I can wear it and he put himself away.

"We good?"

"We are good Stephen." I said as I tried to fix myself up. My back was facing him at this point. I felt his arms wrap around me.

"You know YN, I love you and only you. No need to get jealous." I relaxed into his body.

"I know, I just don't like it."

"Neither do I but this happens. I am not going anywhere. You are it for me." He said as I turned my head to look at him.

We gently kissed one another and I knew in my heart he wasn't going anywhere.

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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