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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hello, can u do a one shot where the reader is waking back home but someone is following her so she calls Gavi for help

(I love your works,they’re so good😭)

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Marathon fics as part of the celebration?

Help - P.G

Summary: When someone is following you, you call your boyfriend for help

It was a sunny day in Barcelona, heat and the wind flowing just the perfect beat to not be sweating like crazy and at the same time not to be so chilly. It was a perfect combination of both, so you decided it would be a good idea to take a little walk by yourself, to enjoy this bit weird but loved kind of weather.

Pablo was busy with a few interviews and you were bored, you let him know you were going out and when you got a little Ten cuidado, preciosa. Call me if anything happens, te quiero😍♥️ you replied his love affection, smiled and went out of the house.

And everything was good, you went to a park that was nearby where you and Pablo lived, ate a bit of ice cream, played with someone's dog who decided to make you happier with its presence and when it was getting a bit dark you decided to go home but not without buying something for Pablo for when he comes home.

You had distanced yourself more than you actually predicted from your home since you went to a coffee shop, to buy your guy his favorite dessert, so you where walking. It wasn't that dark and there was other people walking in the streets too so you didn't worried about anything.

Until you decided to look behind you and found a man walking a few meters behind you, you didn't paid attention to it seeing as there were other people walking your way as well but when you crossed the street and the man crossed it too you thought it was too much of coincidence.

You turned to the left and when you realised the man took the left too you started to get nervous, it was too much to be just a coincidence now, you quickly and discretly took your phone out and started walking faster, dialing Pablo. You hoped and prayed for him to pick up but you wanted to cry when the call when in to voicemail.

"Don't let him be in an interview right now, please" You murmur dialing him once more when this time he picked up

"Amor? I'm about to head to an interview, everything good?"

"Everything's bad" You tried to talk normal, you didn't wanted the man to know you were nervous "Someone is following me" You whispered and saw behind you that the man was now picking his pace too, you tried to not show nervous and looked around pretending, you weren't watching him

"¿A qué te refieres? Joder, Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm like ten minutes away from home but I don't want to get there, I don't want him to follow me back all the way and know where our house is. But I also don't wanna spend another minute walking with him behind me"

"There's people around?" You hum

"There is" You nod "But it seems they aren't paying attention to anything else but their own stuffs"

"I'm already on my way, mi amor. I'm seeing your ubication. Do you see some store? A pharmacy? Bakery? Music store? Clothes store? Anything you may get in and wait a bit until I get there?"

"There's this music store at the other side of the road"

"Go there and keep talking to me about anything" He asked as you nodded and crossed the street walking towards the music shop.

"What do you want me to tell you?" You asked

"Tell me how beautiful you look" And with that he managed to get a smile out of you

"Pablito" You said shaking your head

"C'mon, tell me mi amor" You sighed

"I think I look good"

"That's not what I asked"

You roll your eyes "Beautiful enough to make you fall deeper in love with me"

"Again?" He asked in disblief "You never get enough of me being at your feet, verdad mi amor? It's not like I don't like being at your feet either way" You laughed "I believe that, in fact, I know it's true. Everytime I look at you I fall deeper in love with you. I like it" He said as you smile

"You're distracting me"

"Is it working?" You hum nodding

"It is a bit" You kept on walking and finally made it "I'm at the music shop"

"Why don't you buy something for my dad, amorcito?" He hummed "We already got a present for my mom and for Rora, he's the only one missing and he talked to us last time about this Spanish Rock Band he liked in his young times, what do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea" You soon saw the man enter the shop and look around for you "He's in the shop, Pablo" You said nerves coming back up

"Wait for me, bonita. In three minutes top I'm there with you" He said as you nodded trying to disappear yourself from this man's view until Pablo came in a few seconds passed when you heard Pablo speak up again "Talk to me, what kind of Spanish band's are in there?" He asked as you saw the man look around all over the place

"Pablo" You whined lightly

"I'm there bonita, I'm there" He said softly trying to reassure you "Hold on a few seconds for me, 'kay?" You hummed eyes going over the line of CD's but your mind didn't went anywhere else besides your need of Pablo being next to you.

When the sound of the door being opened filled your ears, your eyes went over to it and saw Pablo with a black sweater on, some jeans and his white sneakers. His eyes immediately found yours as you let out a sigh of relief watching him there

"Amor?" You managed to say when he came up to you. He hugged you tightly and you felt tears swell up to your eyes finally feeling safe in the arms of your boyfriend.

"¿Estás bien?" You nod

"I am now" You said looking up at his eyes, you could see from the back of his shoulders said man leaving quickly "He's gone" You murmured as Pablo quickly looked behind him

"He doesn't matter anymore, bonita" He kissed your hairline "You're good, that asshole won't come ever again near you, mi princesa" He kissed your hairline again "Want to go home?" You nod getting out of his hold "C'mon" He grabbed your hand and went to pull you towards the exit

"Wait" You said sniffing "I found the Héroes del Silencio" You showed him the album as he smiled

"Let's buy it then, I'm sure the old man will love it" He leaded the two of you towards the cashier "You good, mi amor?" You nodded laying inti his arms

"I am now that you're here" You smiled at him "My hero, always being there for me"

"Always, bonita. Always"

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yutanology · 1 year

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(UNEDITED) Yandere!Jake × Reader

WARNINGS : yandere, suicide, depressing thoughts, guilt tripping, mentions of dead body and manipulation

Jake pets your head softly while humming the same song that he always sang to you. Your body was leaning on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you, hugging you to keep your cold body warm.

He kept you close to him as possible, wishing that he would hear your heart beating and you breathing air out of your nose but no matter how he kept his ears open for you, he never got to hear anything from you.

He wished this was only a bad dream and when he wakes up, everything was completely fine but no. Everything is real.

He should've let you go before it's too late. He should've let you walk away. Even if it pains him that you're happier without him, you could've been atleast alive still.

He isn't usually the selfish type of a person. He had always been so generous but it's a different topic when it comes to you. He never wanted to lose you or share you to someone else. He only wanted you all to himself.

Losing you was literally the last thing he'd ever wanted to happen.

You really loved him. So much that you didn't expect that you'd actually fall out of love for him. You did talk about this with him and it only ended with a lot of misunderstandings and arguments.

"How could you even—" he gritted his teeth together trying to bite back the hurtful words that were trying to come out his mouth. "Was that all a lie then? Everything we had?"

The room seemed to be even colder than outside where snow was gracefully falling to earth. The first snow of December.

"That's not what I meant—"

"Stop telling me that!" his voice echoed his anger. "If you really loved me, you could've not thought of leaving me to suffer alone after making me believe all those "I love you"s."

He was stupid. He trapped you through all those guilt trips and tiny bits of manipulation just so he could convince you that you were wrong, that you were at fault and you'd find yourself still binded with him.

"I'm sorry..." you were the one who apologized and he'd embrace you, telling you that he forgives you. After that, he acted like the arguments never happened.

Seeing him smile again relieved you but it worried you of how you can't feel the sparks and butterflies you used to feel anymore whenever you saw him.

You were too kind to ruin that beautiful smile on his lips so you decided not to bring it up ever again. The thing was, you never thought that doing that would make you suffer in return.

You tried your very best to keep Jake happy to the point where you mostly neglected your own happiness. Every night when he's holding you to his sleep, you'd stare at the ceiling wide awake as you wonder what you were doing.

The same thing happened again and again until you were drained. You hated to be this selfish but you were too tired to even care about anything anymore. And that lead you to drowning yourself into a peaceful rest.

Jake absentmindedly kept on petting your wet hair as his teary dull eyes stared at your pale yet beautiful face. Warm tears kept on running down his cheeks but he doesn't make any crying sound.

Just silently weeping over your dead body. "How can you still be this beautiful?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. He smiled bitterly.

"I-i'm sorry..." his voice cracked. He never thought that all it would take him to apologize to you was you being gone literally.

"I'm so sorry, my love.."

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chocolatte-and-despair · 4 months

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Can you do 2p Face family sharing a s/o

Yandere 2P FACE

To start, the fact you managed to steal the hearts of them all is an absolute surprise not only to you, but to them too. I mean, they all have different interests in partners, but here you are, breaking those interests for them and proving that they can love someone who isn't their "type" too.

It all started when James brought you back home, as his partner. You were a mature and educated individual, which surprised everyone that you ended up dating some hick from the country. It seemed that you started dating after you met him while volunteering at the local shelter that he was volunteering at. And everything else is simply history.

You were polite but didn't let anyone walk over you. You enjoyed being nice, but also knowing your own worth. Allen once tried to fuck around with you and make you seem worse than you were, but you put him right in his place.

That was exactly the moment he fell for you. Well, he fell for you before, but this was when he finally accepted that he was crushing on his brother's partner.

The next to fall was Oliver. See, you disliked Oliver, but you respected him. And that dislike made you something hard to achieve. And he wanted to get you now that he could not.

The last person to fall was Louis, the father figure of James. A troubled soul and failing artist who has fallen into some horrible habits out of despair.

Why did he fall for you? You were the only one who came to the art show that he had put on. You came with james to show his father figure support, but ended up moving him in a way that nobody else had managed to.

In general, life was quite easy at first, when everyone, besides James, felt like he was allowed to openly love you. For different reasons, all of them tried to hide their feelings for you. Allen because he didn't believe you could ever like him, Oliver because he couldn't believe he liked you, and Louis because he couldn't betray his son in such a way. But that didn't last long, of course.

James is not happy about sharing you, you're his partner after all. But it's better than having three rivals, and losing your family. He wished he could change things up so you were a bit happier, but sometimes, things like that can't be achieved and he accepted that not losing you is better than you being happy, but without him.

No matter what, James is near you, even if it's the time for others to be with you. He's your first one, your main man, so he has the right to be there.

Allen is the most unhappy about it and often gets into fights with James over getting alone time with you. Oliver and Louis, for different reasons, doesn't mind James tagging along.

Of course, all of them sneak alone time with you, when James is busy or not keeping an eye on you. There is always a way to trick James, as he was never the smartest.

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the-fever-dream-highs · 10 months

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your electric touch- j. champion

"And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch, mmm"

part 1 / part 2

ship- Jack Champion x fem!reader

background- It had been almost a year since that very first kiss. Times had changed, situations changed, relationships changed. Y/n took a much-needed break from acting and began working on herself mentally. Of course, it's still a work in progress. She moved to New York and got a beautiful apartment in the heart of the city, just like she wanted to as a child. Though, she didn't do all this alone.

content warnings- use of she/her pronouns / use of y/n / description of heights / acrophobia / mention of death / (sorta) Scream 6 spoilers / (Please tell me if I missed any!)

word count- 1401

a/n: going through intense editing tomorrow!

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Snow was falling all around New York giving the city an extra sense of magic. It was both of theirs first winter in New York and they were living and thriving in it. They spent every waking hour together with much enjoyment. Tonight was no different except it would be even more intimate, if that's even possible. Jack had the whole night planned. He had kept it a secret for the past few days and ended up springing it on Y/n sort of last minute which was not appreciated. He found it hilarious though..

They had just had a ramen dinner at a Y/n's favorite ramen place. He knew he needed to get her in the best mood before they went to the next location. It was going to take a bit of coaxing from him to get her there.

"Are you almost ready?" Jack yelled impatiently. He was dying to get the date night started as he had waited all day. Everything was ready to go and the whole night planned, now he just needed to get his girlfriend out the door.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his childish antics. He had asked that same question at least four times in the last ten minutes. It was like when you're in a car and a child asks, "Are we there yet?" every other second. Annoying but with Jack it was cute and tolerable. One more fix to her lipstick and she slipped out the bathroom door and ran down the stairs. She stopped at the very last step, getting to see Jack for the first time since he had gotten ready.

He looked good. Really good.

As she took in him, he took in her. She was wearing a maroon sweater with a little black skirt; black tights layered over her legs, and she had on black chunky Doc Marten boots. Little white socks with red hearts could ever so slightly be seen over the boots. ((You can imagine whatever outfit you would like and the makeup how you like it. This is just my personal style.)) Her make-up was subtle but it accentuated her natural features. The features that made him fall in love with her. (Well, everything about her made him fall in love but that's another thing.)

To Jack she looked like heaven, but she would never believe it if he told her.

He began to mindlessly walk over to her, still starstruck by her appearance. He couldn't even get himself to blink. Stopping directly in front of her, he grabbed her hand gently and allowed her to step down. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, smiling down at her. "Now I've been waiting forever. Let's goooooo." He eagerly pulled on her arm. She laughed at his antics. This would be a night to remember, and she couldn't wait.

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Jack's hand was holding hers, as she looked at every corner of the city. The snow made everything even more enchanting. As she admired the city landscape around her, he admired her.

They walked down the snow-covered street which was filled with people. Though it felt like they were the only ones in the world. Two little people in a big old city that was just their own. Sadly, that wasn't the case, but the moment though, was at least their own.

"So where are we going anyway?" she said smiling looking at him happily. Just being in his presence made her feel ten times happier. He just had that effect on people.

"You'll see. Jeez your so impatient, he joked, sarcastically. Both of them knew she was definitely not the impatient one in the relationship. He giggled softly at her stunned face from his previous statement. "We're almost there."

Finally, he stopped right in front of the building. It was the building Y/n never thought she'd go in. "No no no. Not happening. I am not going up there."

It was the Empire State Building.

"We are going to the top together." Jack stated.

"Look Jack I care about you, I would do anything for you, except this. I've seen the Final Destinations movies way too many times, not also adding my already horrible fear of heights. I can't do this." she said. Fear was starting to course through her. But she knew something scarier than being up that high. She knew a few sincere words from him, and she would follow him. That was horrifying. Her feelings were becoming even stronger for him, and she didn't know what to do.

"I will be with you. We will do it together. Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm breathing." He made sure every word was assuring and honest, because they were.

"Last time you said something remotely like that I ended up dead on a movie theater floor," she smirked.

"Okay, that was part of a film, not real life, and I didn't particularly want to." he said laughing. "Though you do look hot dead." Wanting to get a rise out of her.

"Why thank you." she said, rolling her eyes, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Now let's go face your fears and go see the best view of the city," he stated.

The real fear at the moment wasn't even the heights. Of course, she was still terrified of being up that high. The real fear is when all her feelings for Jack were becoming apparent. The electric sparks had become a raging fire, and that raging fire was generating an immense heat. A heat that was burning the inside of her skin to ash, threatening to let all her feelings out and into the world. This wasn't just an intense liking anymore. This was much, much more.

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The elevator ride was mediocre at best. Now it was becoming reality for Y/n that she would be standing 1,250 feet in the air. Not what she expected on what started off as an amazing day. Jack held Y/n against him letting her listen to his heartbeat to hopefully keep her calm and grounded.

After what seemed like forever, finally, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. "Fuck you..." she mumbled repeatedly as she walked through the doors. Her grip on his hand was deathly but he didn't mind. They arrived at the door to the outer deck. Her breathing was heavy, but Jack's touch helped. He knew that and planned on mocking her about it later.

Stepping on that deck was like the first time she kissed Jack. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and her head felt dizzy.

They walked around and found a spot for themselves. Y/n wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and looked at the scene in front of them. She had to admit it was beautiful. It was peaceful but also haunting.

Slowly, she turned her head to look at Jack. He flashed a beautiful smile at her. The damn smile. It made all her fears melt away. She was safe as long as she was with him. Nothing could happen with them being together.

A surge of confidence flowed through her. The moment was right. This one time the stars had aligned for her and brought her the best human to her. He was all hers and she was his.

"I love you..." she whispered, smiling at him. His eyes widened and an even bigger smile painted his face. His arms wrapped around her waist spinning her around. Giggles and pure laughter erupted from the two before he set her back down.

"I love you too. Holy shit, I've been wanting to say that to you since we kissed in your trailer. Oh my god!" He grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep kiss as if this was there last. (It will definitely not be.)

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The two sat cuddled up in their bed, holding each other incredibly tight. "Love, Actually" played on the tv but both were preoccupied with each other's company. The bit of adrenaline they got from earlier still filled them with utmost joy. Though they were really beginning to doze off.

"I'm so in love with you Y/n Y/Ln." he whispered in her ear before kissing her forehead so gently, as if she was glass.

"And I'm in love with you Jack Champion.." She finally dozed off into the most comfortable sleep of her life. Nothing could beat this night. Not anything.

a/n: Hi! I'm so incredibly sorry for taking so long to finish writing this and I'm sorry if it's not as good. I will be editing this thoroughly tomorrow, but I really wanted to get this up. I hope you enjoy it! <3

Please send any other requests you have! I would love to wite them!

Hope you're having an incredible day/night!

Bye!

#ethan landry #jack champion x reader #jack champion #taylor swift #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n #scream 6 #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x reader #i love jack champion

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tinytinyblogs · 3 months

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In The Middle Of Chaos

You both realize you don't need anyone else.

A narrative drawn from inspiration found on Pinterest.

(fluff, part two of this Minho soft hours)

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Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

In the middle of chaos, there he was. For a whole month after Minho confessed his feelings to you and things started unfolding, the arranged marriage that you expected to be chaotic doesn't seem as bad as you thought. From the day after the confession until now, Minho has been becoming gentler, especially towards you. As the two of you navigate the situation and grow accustomed to each other's company, you might not even notice how consistently Minho is there for you, no matter what. During those moments when work stress starts to get to you, Minho is there, gently holding your hand and silently placing your favorite drink on the table beside you. He remains the same Minho you know, but there's a noticeable change as he begins to open up about himself, doing things he seems to have always wanted to do.

In the midst of a presentation at a meeting, after you've finished, there he is, sitting in the back with a smile on his face. While others around you are clapping and showing appreciation for your excellent presentation, Minho expresses his admiration for you in his own unique way. Caught in his gaze, he gives you a small smile without saying a word, and you can sense his pride and support for you. Amidst the applause and praises from others, there's something you might not realize – in the middle of all that noise, Minho's smile holds a special meaning. It goes beyond what anyone else is expressing. You may not be aware, but his small gestures of care carry a significant weight, often meaning more to you than you might have ever imagined. Minho is still his usual self, but things are less confusing now, possibly because he's been honest about his feelings for you, and you're getting to know him better.

You've noticed that he can be a bit stern and boss-like with others, preferring efficiency in his work. Sometimes, when things don't go the way he wants, he might get a bit upset. However, what stands out is that even in the midst of his frustration, the moment you enter his office and catch his eye, his tough exterior seems to disappear. His gaze softens, and a small smile appears on his face. After sending everyone out of the room, leaving just the two of you, Minho takes a step closer and gently embraces you. He seeks comfort in the warmth of your hug, using it as a way to momentarily forget the things that trouble him. He's convinced that it's the effect of love because everything about you feels just right. As you place your hand on his back and pat him, providing silent support, he starts to feel more at ease.

Your presence alone has a powerful effect on him, making him believe that all he truly needs in his life is you. You can observe him making a genuine effort, even though being soft isn't really his usual style. When he notices that you're being too hard on yourself and filled with doubt, he quietly positions himself next to you without saying anything at first. Then, in his deep voice, he shares, "You are the most beautiful person I've seen in my whole life. In my eyes, you are perfect." His gaze meets yours, and he continues, "If you're tired, take a break. Don't push yourself—I'll be here for you." As he pulls you closer, you find comfort in hiding your face against his chest. He transforms the chaos in your life into something better, making you feel even happier. Even though he's making a conscious effort not to reveal his softer side too much, you can still see glimpses of how tender and gentle he truly is.

And in the middle of his chaos, there was you. He never envisioned himself falling deeply in love with someone, to be completely honest. But since you entered his life, everything seems to have taken on a different hue. After you agreed to marry him, making you his fiancée, he found it increasingly challenging to conceal his feelings for you. His parents are aware, he himself is aware, and those around him can clearly see the depth of his love for you. Every time your eyes lock and you reciprocate with a sweet smile, he can't help but adore the way you gaze at him. When everyone around him has high expectations and anticipates him to be flawless, you enter his office and bring him a cup of hot chocolate, which has become his new favorite. "Take a rest, Minho," you say gently as you push the pile of papers away from him. "You can't push yourself too hard; everyone has limits. Leave the rest for tomorrow; you need to take care of yourself too."

Your presence serves as a reminder that he is important, and among all the people, you give him a concerned look when he forgets to care for himself, making him feel genuinely loved. When self-doubt starts creeping in, especially during moments when he must appear flawless in front of everyone, delivering speeches from the podium, you are there. Even in the midst of a crowded room, your eyes meet his, a comforting smile lingering on your face. As he stands before the audience, feeling the pressure to be perfect, your presence becomes a silent reassurance. Your mouth whispers, 'You can do it,' a supportive mantra only he can hear. Amidst the external facade of confidence, you're there, truly present for him. Throughout the rest of the speech, his gaze remains fixed on you, and he delivers his words with a genuine smile. When he concludes, and the applause fills the room, his attention is singularly focused on you. From a distance, you whisper, 'You did it well, Minho,' and in that moment, that affirmation means more to him than the collective applause of the crowd.

He swears that he couldn't care less about anyone else. As he steps down from the podium, he's almost dismissive of the nicely dressed crowd and the people showering him with admiration. None of that matters to him; his eyes are fixed solely on you. With a wide grin, he walks towards you, proudly declaring, "I did it." As he reaches you, your sweet smile warms his heart. Holding you close, he introduces you to everyone as his soon-to-be life partner. He solemnly believes that he wouldn't have achieved what he has now if it weren't for you. Your presence seems to have steered his life in a better direction. Without you, he thinks his life would be a mess, and he has no desire for anything else – all he needs is you. Until recently, he hadn't fully grasped the impact you had on his life. Now, when he can't find you around, he panics and frantically searches everywhere, a stark contrast to his usually composed self. The worry consumes him. Then, he recalls it's the day you visit your father's grave.

Despite the pouring rain, he runs towards you without hesitation. Amidst your sorrow, you spot him approaching, breathless, and he pulls you into a hug. Despite the rain, his warmth and presence make you feel not alone. Once he embraces you, he realizes without a doubt that choosing to marry you and being with you is the best decision he has ever made for himself. In that very moment, as he sees you and feels the tightness of your hug, he realizes that his deepest desire is simply to protect you and bring you happiness. Finally, after all this time, he begins to have a dream for himself, breaking away from the path his parents had laid out for him. When the day finally arrives, and he catches sight of you adorned in white, the overwhelming emotions well up within him. As he watches you walk towards him, a strong desire to shed tears grips him.

Taking your hand, he stands in a place saturated with happiness and brimming with hope, both of you sharing this special moment. Your dear and sweet smile beside him on this joyous day is something he never could have envisioned. "I, Lee Minho, commit myself to you, y/n, as my life partner to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. We tie these knots to symbolize our connection to one another. They represent our trust in each other and our combined strength together." On that special day, he makes a vow. Despite the ups and downs in your journey together, from the challenging beginnings to the deepening of your feelings as you both grew up, he promises that you are now his forever.

💬The vow is from this website, and I assure you I never sought out things like this seriously. My mom was genuinely surprised when she caught me looking into it.

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atamascolily · 6 months

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princess tutu re-watch, episode 15

awwww yeah, Coppelia episode!

(of all the ridiculous classic ballet plots, Coppelia is my favorite because it's literally "guy makes a doll so realistic, a teenage boy falls in love with it, only to nearly get sacrificed by its creator to bring her to life, but is rescued by his girlfriend pretending to be the doll, and then they get married like that whole thing didn't just happen". There's also an alternate, happier version where the creator helps the girlfriend troll her boyfriend for the lulz instead of trying to kill him, but either way, he gets a bag of money at the end, and it's a riot.)

also the parallels with Drosselmeyer, puppets, and everything going on with Rue and Mytho are obvious

Ahiru: Gosh, it sure was weird Mytho leaped out the window and I had to rescue him again! I sure hope nothing's wrong.

Fakir (watching Mytho sleep in a totally not-creepy way): I have no idea what's happening, but it's probably bad.

Fakir is right! It turns out that evil!Mytho is accusing Fakir of pushing him out of the window, and everyone believes it-- except for Ahiru, of course.

Neko-sensei's like, "look, you two, I've seen people do crazier things for love, so the best solution is for you two to no longer be roommates" but of course Mytho will not stop there.

conveniently, no one pays any attention to the random duck wandering around with a bundle of clothes on her back. Just a normal day at Gold Crown academy, apparently.

we learn from Pike that in addition to seeing Fakir push Mytho out the window, all of the eyewitnesses saw a "white bird" (Tutu) save him, as if he's protected by "the God of Dance", so not everyone can see her/notice the effects.

Mytho (looking at Pike and licking his lips): you have such a great heart. I'm going to eat it. Just rip it out and devour it whole. And--this is the best part--you're gonna thank me for it.

Fakir, your anger management issues and brusque manner, while understandable, are not winning you any friends here.

The evil raven is an eldritch horror living in what is basically a PMMM labyrinth, and a single talon dwarfs Rue completely.

here we see the real villain isn't Rue, but her "father", who has gaslighted her into believing herself ugly (because she's human) and that he and Mytho are the only people who can love her. Essentially, Rue is his tool, and so is Tutu, because only Tutu can restore the heart shards.

Fifteen episodes in, and we've learned more about Pike than in the previous fourteen episodes combined.

Rue mocking Fakir for his book learning may NOT be the most advisable decision when you're literally all characters in a story, hahaha

Pike sneaks out of the dorm at night and, ignoring all the major red flags, agrees to join Mytho's creepy cult of personality with zero hesitation whatsoever. Meanwhile, Ahiru manages to pass her stealth check for once.

love how Pike starts doing the Coppelia choreography to indicate her surrender

I think this is the first time Ahiru has turned into Princess Tutu of her own will, without Drosselmeyer saying her name first

the music is WAY too upbeat and cheerful for this scene, lol

Tutu: please don't join a cult, it's not worth it, I promise

Pike: lol, okay *passes out*

Mytho is just really not having a good time with this, poor kid, being possessed by your worst enemy has got to suck even without the prospect of literal and metaphorical cannibalism

then Ahiru has to deal with TWO people passed out in the town square, good thing she can use Tutu's magic to cover it

Pike (waking up): Where… am I?

Lilie (with a tray): Good morning! Ahiru hauled your drunk ass back home after beating you to a pulp first!

Pike: Well, I don't know about that bit, but I sure was drunk… on love or something. What the hell was I thinking letting an older man lure me into isolated secondary locations even if he was hot and mysterious?

meanwhile, Fakir got suspended and is going home to Charon's place for brooding and serious research.

Fakir: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions come back to haunt me. But it's fine, I don't care (he said caringly through gritted teeth).

(if that last sentence doesn't sum up Fakir's character, I don't know what does)

#princess tutu #lily liveblogs

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charmyesucks · 11 months

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this body is the reflection of my mind

tw: anorexia, weight loss and gain, just talking about weight and self image a whole lot

Today I realised that I have, in fact, gained some weight. I slipped my shirt off to get in the shower and once I looked up I noticed my outline has gotten a bit softer, my ribs don't stick out as much neither does my collarbone, a bit more fat hugs my stomach now.

The first months of the year I lost a significant amount of weight in a super short time. I was in a not so healthy relationship and it caused me gigantic stress and anxiety, therefore I never felt comfortable enough to eat and food stopped being appetizing. I'd go full days eating only one small meal or nothing at all. I was too stressed to be pleased with my effortless weight loss, I only noticed once I felt my high waisted jeans become low waisted and hanging around my hips instead than clinging my waist. What I did notice was the fatigue, the dark circles, the constant sleepiness and how easier it was to get drunk, though it was a plus at the time. My very rightfully concerned therapist told me that I began showing signs of an ED, I'm certainly not new to anorexia yet I hadn't had a fall back in a long time.

My need to feel loved and to fix things with someone that didn't give a shit about me made me believe that I too shouldn't give a shit about myself, so I slowly erased myself. I started doing only school work and the things I thought would make this other person happy and ended up having no time for myself, my hobbies, my beliefs, or to even be relaxed enough to feed myself. The anxiety cramps this person caused me were enough to keep me satiated, I mean, if I can't prove that I'm worthy of love how can I be worthy of food? If I can't take care of the people I love why should I take care of myself?

If the person that I love with my whole being wants me to be invisible, I guess I'll try my best to be.

That person has been dumped by me a month ago. I'd like to say that he taught me a lot but he didn't really do shit, I'm just really good at finding lessons in life's dark moments, the best way to face adversity is to learn from it.

Once I saw that I had gained weight I felt a warm happiness overcome me that I had never felt in the previous months, not even when my jeans started being too loose, when my ribs started showing, when people complimented me, looking at myself in that mirror made me way happier because I remembered how I gained this weight. All the laughs I had this month, all the new people I met, all the focaccia, bubble tea and take out I had shared with my friends, all the time I spent laying down reading books, how much more alive and full I felt without my dark circles and thinning hair.

This body is so much more than an aesthetic product for external consumption or a tool to please others with certain parts, it is my house, the house of the person that I love the most. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the one I loved the most, this time I tell myself that I should never be invisible, that I can take up all the space I want and I should do everything to make myself happy.

So love yourself!!!!!!!! You're the most important person!!!!!! You deserve everything it doesn't matter if other people can't see that!!!! Don't believe that weight is good/bad because society thinks that it is, you're the most beautiful when you're happy in your body because you are beautiful to yourself, whatever size that is!!!!!!!!!

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ermine-57047 · 2 years

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THICKETY MUTUAL NUMBER 1 SAME FOR YOU YOU ANSWER WHATEVEE YIU LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT CHOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1.what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Fining out and coming to terms with the fact that I'm not cis, het, or nt

2.show us a picture of your handwriting?

It's okay, but far from neat.

3.3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

A) The Princess Bride

B) Encanto

C) Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks

4.what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

"I'M GONNA EAT A CANDLE!"

5.what made you start your blog?

Watched a bit too much PMSeymour :›

6.what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

Trying not to stumble into discourse

7.what scares you the most and why?

My loved ones leaving/hating me. I get very emotionally attached to people so if that were to happen it would be like having a nerve severed.

8.any reacquiring dreams?

No, I don't often dream.

9.tell a story about your childhood

One time I was hanging out with my cousins and I accidentally said something that hurt Cousin A's feelings. Her younger brother said I wasn't their cousin anymore and I cried lol.

10.would you say you’re an emotional person?

YES.

11.what do you consider to be romance?

Two people who are romantically attracted to each other.

12.what’s some good advice you want to share?

That when it comes to anything in life, it's only your first time once. Props to my awesome aunt who came up w/ that.

13.what are you doing right now?

Typing on my phone with my tablet laptop open in front of me with no windows open on it.

14.what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

Paragliding.

15.what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

Warmth. My favorite people. A cozy house in a small mountain village. A place where everyone is accepting and friendly. Cuddles. Music. Singing. Baking food. A feeling of true belonging. A place that is not where I currently am. Rainclouds.

16.if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I want a deeper voice. Not too much deeper, I just wanna be able to reach those few low notes in the songs I like :3. Contralto voice range.

17.name 3 things that make you happy

A) My partner❤❤❤

B) Making some sort of music, whether it's singing or messing around on my various instruments!

C) My bestie @voidgremlin2electricboogaloo 💛💛💛❤❤❤

18.do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

I'm impartial to the belief in such things.

19.favourite thing about the day?

Blue hour. When the sun has gone over the horizon and cast a soothing blue light on everything.

20.favourite things about the night?

Moon n stars n planets.

21.are you a spiritual person?

Not really.

22.say 3 things about someone you love

A) You have pretty eyes

B) You are one of the best things that's happened to me

C) P..Pwetty person,,,

23.say 3 things about someone you hate

(I do not really hate anyone so i just generally dislike them)

A) You're a goddamn coward

B) You're a f*cking liar

C) Please continue to leave [irl friend] the hell alone

24.what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

Becoming more confident in myself, also my improvement when it comes to my handwriting

25.fave season and why?

Fall. I love cloudyrainy days

26.fave colour and why?

I like dark teal/turquoise. Cool colors beloved.

27.any nicknames?

Rainy! I really like being called Rainy!!!

28.do you collect anything?

Aluminum can tabs :)

29.what do you do when you’re sad?

Sing, talk to my partner/friends, and watch my fav media!

30.what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

My fav people giving me affection and support, or just them in general

31.are you messy or organised?

M E S S Y

32.how many tabs do you have open right now?

I'm on my phone rn and tumblr is the only app that is open rn.

33.any hobbies?

Guitar, Volleyball, Photography

34.any pet peeves?

When people pronounce the "ing" in a word like "een". Drives me up the frickin wallhhh. Also people saying caramel like "carmul". Thats. Thats an entirely different word. Please.

35.do you trust easily?

Yes, for the most part, unfortunately ;_;.

36.are you an open book or do you have walls up?

I am in a lot of cases an open book.

37.share a secret

A person i knew in third grade had to move to our school bc her dad's identity was stolen

38.fave song at the moment?

There are multiple.

1) Reckless Battery Burns-Ghost and Pals

2) Arbitrary Sermon-Monstrosity

3) Happy Days-Ghost and Pals

39.youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

Not really anyone. I do enjoy Wendigoon's content though because his voice is nice to listen to and he covers interesting topics.

40.any bad habits?

There are many.

A) Picking at my acne

B) Staying up later than I should

C) Saying I forgot to do something I didn't have enough executive function to do(well this one is kinda justified bc my mom is,,, difficult, when it comes to me Not Being Able To Do Things Because Of Executive Dysfunction. She can't really seem to understand that I'm unable to just "buckle down" and do something i don't have the exec function spoons to do.s o- i do it because of that)

#ask game #THANK YOU NACHO THIS WAS FUN #:D!!!!

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Week ending: 31 March

Oh my word, four songs! What a treat! Some familiar names here, but one very exciting new one, too - and only one familiar song. 1955 has hit its stride, apparently.

(I'm Always Hearing) Wedding Bells - Eddie Fisher (peaked at Number 5)

I'm going to go out on a pre-emptive limb, from what I know about Eddie Fisher, and guess that the gist of this song will be that everyone around Eddie is getting married, and he's left looking on. A sort of I'm Walking Behind You situation, if you will. Just a hunch.

But then we start with some rather ghostly backing singers, and I begin to think I've misjudged this. It's pretty, in a much happier way than I expected. Is it just about Eddie wanting to get married?

Apparently so! We start laying it out clearly enough: I don't think I'm crazy / My feet are on the ground / But I'm always hearing wedding bells / Whenever you're around. Which is sweet, if a little intense. But I like it. Admirably straightforward.

Even sweeter, he sings about how he didn't think he'd fall in love, but did, quicker than he believed possible. Which plays into the "I won't fall in love" denial trope that I do kind of love. We learn how your kiss rang a wedding bell, and it's all very cute.

There's something a bit old-fashioned about the focus on marriage as the goal of a relationship - a reminder that we're in the 1950s, I guess. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, it's just a bit unusual. Certainly, we have songs about being or getting married now, but it's maybe less of a lyrical priority.

And we end up with a trumpet solo, too, which is nifty. I like a trumpet solo, and this one has a lazy sort of style that I do really like - more of these in modern music, please!

Tomorrow - Johnny Brandon & The Phantoms (8)

And the prize for the coolest name of the week goes to this group. Seriously, it doesn't get much cooler than "Johnny and the Phantoms". And the song title gives me nothing to work off, so I've no idea if they live up to their awesome name.

We start with gentle old-timey guitar and then a chill sort of clarinet, and you know what, it's a combination I can really get behind!

When the voice comes in, though it's not at all what I expected - less rock and roll, more lounge-y. And British, but the accent is decidedly weird, it's not the RP clarity you seem to typically get in the 1950s from British artists, but it's not fully regional or accented. There are just some words that sound... odd. It's a voice I'd normally find annoying, and there's a definite touch of smugness to it that would usually rankle.

Usually, I say, except I can't really bring myself to dislike this song. The voice feels like a relic of the 1950s, but the song itself turns out to be just super endearing? It's got a cheery sort of tune, and it's all about having an optimistic outlook on things. From the first line, reassuring you that Things will turn out fine tomorrow, to the insistence that Though it's cloudy everywhere / Don't despair / There's happiness for all to share / Tomorrow.

I particularly appreciate that it doesn't try and pretend everything is fine today. We still have skies that are dark and grey, things aren't automatically perfect, but it's going to get better - and perhaps I'm tipping my hand a bit too much here, but this song came along at just the right time for me to hear that message.

I also like the fact that it's not very clear on what's making the world seem difficult. Sure, there's one line about how You will fall in love tomorrow. But generally it keeps it vague, which lets it work as a song about almost anything that's getting you down, rather than being, say, a song about loneliness, or heartbreak, or unrequited love.

Then we get a lovely little shift in the vibe, as we go from cheery lyrics about how tomorrow's going to be fine, to slower, softer lyrics describing a sudden sleepiness. It's deft scene-setting. Suddenly the listener's not just down in the dumps - they're having a sleepless night, and Johnny's encouraging them to just give in and sleep so that tomorrow can actually come: Without a word of warning / You're yawning / And then / The night will fade / And morning / Is dawning / Again. It's good, practical advice - sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care etc.

And more relevantly, it just came along at the right point for me to hear it, after a particularly rubbish day. Lyrics like Yesterday's a mystery / Tomorrow will soon be history / But what a day it's gonna be / Tomorrow may be cliché and cheesy, but I can confirm that when you need them, they hit the spot. So again, I can't hold much against this song, period.

We get a nice wind-up towards the end, too, as backing singers come in and some brass. It gives the end of the song a renewed bit of energy and vigour, arming you to face tomorrow. I appreciate it, you know?

A Blossom Fell - Dickie Valentine (9)

Well, it's another version of this song. Like most cover songs in the 1950s, this isn't a massive improvement or hit-job on the original. Instead, it hews pretty close to Nat King Cole's original - and yes, even without checking I could have guessed it was Nat's song. Something in the melancholy softness of it - it's something that Dickie can't quite sell here.

Not that he doesn't give it a game go. He's definitely leaning into those big long notes, and I can tell he's deliberately trying to keep it soft and gentle. There's no belting, no real welly - and yet, something in the enunciated words and carefully held notes still feels a little less natural than Nat's version.

In good news, we have more old-timey electric guitar - the sound of 1955? We've certainly heard enough of it lately, and I, for one, am not complaining.

I enjoyed the original song's choice to eschew a Big Old Ending, and this verison keeps that, too, ending instead on a quieter note and a fun little piano glissando.

Overall, I think this sounds maybe a little lower in term of production quality than Nat's version. Which might be a cover version issue, or might be a British vs. American production issue. It's not a huge problem, or anything, though - I can still appreciate and even enjoy this version.

If Anyone Finds This, I Love You - Ruby Murray & Anne Warren (4)

Well, the title is interesting. Who is this writing desert-island-style missives, declaring their love desperately to a complete unknown stranger? I have questions, which is usually a good way to start a song.

And the song starts promising, building intrigue by telling a story about how As I walked along in the country one day / At my feet there fluttered a note. And can you guess what it said?

Yup, it's our title! Except as soon as it comes in, we get a weird echoey, slowed-down effect. It's still clearly Ruby singing, but her voice has gone all quavery, like Snow White is singing to you from the bottom of a well that she's fallen down (hence having to throw notes out to strangers, perhaps?)

Unfortunately, the effect, combined with an angelic harp, and the repetition of I love you, I love you, I love you, honest and truly I do, is pretty sickening. My skin is already beginning to crawl, at this point.

This is not helped by the next verse's solid horror movie vibes, as Ruby throws the note aside, only to find that it haunted me day and night. Possessed by this madness, she goes back to pick up the note. At this point, I have a genuine sense of foreboding. Don't do it, Ruby!

When she arrives, she turns, only to see that Nearby was a house with a sign on the door / And there 'Home for orphans' I read. A small face is looking down from a window, and suddenly she realises that it must have been that orphan looking out at her. Which I guess is supposed to be heartwarming?

Except it really raises so many more questions for me. Like, what exactly is up in this orphanage that the kid is resorting to throwing out desperate "I love you, please rescue me" notes?? Also, that kid does not love you. That kid does not know you. That kid is just desperate, because apparently they are stuck in a cartoon orphanage from a Charles Dickens novel.

And then something even worse happens: Anne Warren arrives to the party. Turns out Anne was a child singer, and if you have read much of this blog, you will know that I dislike child singers. Not as a general concept, I hasten to add - I'm all for kids singing - but in songs, they rarely add anything good. And this one certainly doesn't. It just feels like it's trying to go for "cutesy" in a vaguely manipulative way that I strongly dislike.

Actually, the ending as a whole feels pretty manipulative. I mean "throw some sad orphans in" is textbook audience manipulation. How can you not love this song? It's got cute orphans? You hate cute orphans? You monster!

The only redeeming thing about the song's ending is that it doesn't hang around. Actually, it's almost disconcertingly abrupt - not many narrative songs end on a cliffhanger, but this one kind of manages it, as we hear about how And then toward that window my heart seemed to soar / I walked up the path and knocked at the door. Ruby knocks, there's a huge timpani roll and crescendo and trumpet fanfare and BAM! SONG DONE!

Did she adopt the orphan? Did she learn why they were so sad? did they live happily ever after? What did the orphanage have to say about this all? The song certianly doesn't say.

Grrr I dislike this one.

Well, those were four songs I sure felt a few different ways about. I think overall I liked this batch of songs, though. I feel like we're settling into a sort of transitional period - I'm hearing much less of the super enunciated voices and operatic, overblown stylings I used to hear, and we're getting a lot more electric guitar. All welcome changes, even if we're still mostly not shaking, rattling or rolling.

Favourite song of the bunch: Tomorrow

#uk charts #1955 #eddie fisher #johnny brandon and the phantoms #dickie valentine #ruby murray #anne warren

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jackharlou · 2 years

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can you write about dating 2018 jack era like pre fame

"do you think I'll make it?" - Jack asked you while you were laying on the grass of his family's house backyard.

"you believe in yourself, and there's not a more powerful thing than that, so yes, I do think you'll make it. I feel you're destinated to be so big" - you said looking at the dark sky full of stars, while having his hand between yours.

"I want many things but the most important one is that I don't want to lose you in the way. I want you to experiment everything with me, to grow with me"

"Jack, I love you, but don't you think that's a bit unrealistic? You'll pursue your career while I'll go to college far away from here"

He got quiet for a few seconds, thinking about the future - "probably our paths will make us be away from each other, but if there's one thing I'm sure of is that it's you, and it will always be you. I want you to be my wife one day, in a few years. I'm sure we'll meet people but I won't love or settle with anyone who isn't you. I truly hope you feel the same way"

You were about to answer when his mom called you two for dinner.

The following days were the last days of school, so you all focused on the parties, on giving away Jack's homemade CD. That lead to you planning a party for it, something like a release party and he couldn't be happier about it because majority of all yours friends knew his songs. He felt in cloud 9 and he only wanted to be by your side. He knew from an early age he needed you by his side.

As you thought and knew, your paths went on separate directions. Jack was so focused on his music and growing career while you were finishing college.

You still talked here and there. Both of you dated people but never made it official because it didn't felt right.

He couldn't make it to your graduation day but he made sure to made you feel his love and proudness. He sent you a huge arrangement of your favorite flowers and a Rolex watch, since you always told him about how good he looked with his.

You went back to Louisville, but didn't told him, since you planned to attend his concert and surprise him.

He was on stage giving his all when he looked down and in the first row, he saw you. He smiled widely and got all red and shy. As soon as he finished the song he got down the stage and walked towards you with security and Urban following him with his camera on.

"remember when you told me you knew it was me, that it will always be me and that you hoped I felt the same way?" - you asked him, not caring about the people around you recording everything. He only nodded with shiny eyes - "I hope you know it's only us for me too"

He didn't say anything. He just softly placed his hands on your cheeks and leaned in to share the kiss you've been dreaming of for years.

The fans started screaming, not understanding who you were or what was happening. Urban and the guys started screaming too, knowing damn well you two were made for each other and being the number one fans of your love.

"I won't let you leave my side again" - he murmured on your lips.

"please don't" - you answered back.

He lifted you and placed you on the other side of the fence. The rest of the concert you spend it dancing and singing with Urban and the good friends you also left behind when you went away to pursue your own career.

When the concert was over Jack quickly ran towards the group and lifted you, making your legs surround his body.

"I told you you'll make it" - you said. He answered with the smile that makes you fall harder for him every time and with a very much needed and dreamed kiss.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff

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hotch-stufff · 3 years

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Meet the Parents

Gif is not mine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Warnings!: angsty, mentions of neglect, bad parenting, fighting, arguing, lots of yelling, parents saying degrading things towards reader, but happy ending between reader and hotch obviously

Description: Hotch meets your parents that have never approved of you or anything you do, how will he react when they begin picking apart your life?

A/N: not rlly sure if i love this one, but I hope you guys do. Probably a bunch of spelling errors, just warning you.

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It was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea.

You really didn't know why you had to go through with this.

You never wanted to have to introduce him to your parents. You had hoped this day wouldn't come. They were... not the best parents in the world, to say the least.

But you were engaged, getting married in only a few months, and your parents had of course heard of your engagement from your older sister. She had accidently let it slip on her last visit.

And now you had to introduce him. And God you were terrified. They had belittled and picked apart each and every aspect of your life.

It wasn't really your father, more so your mother. But he had never stopped her and joined in occasionally.

They had always hated your decisions. You had joined the marines straight out of highschool, and went to the FBI academy after 4 years of service. You had then quickly made your way to the FBI's behavior analysist unit, and that was where you had met your now fiance, Aaron Hotchner.

And of course your mother disapproved. She had always wanted you to go the traditional route. Be a stay at home mom, married with kids by the time you were 20.

You were now 28 and just getting engaged, so of course your mother was going to have some complaints.

But you had never expected how the night actually had turned out.

You had been wringing your hands the entire way there. Aaron had been worried about you for the entirety of the trip. Constantly sending you glances, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.

"It will be alright, love." He would tell you. You would simply glance at him shaking your head.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Soon enough you pulled up into the driveway of your childhood home. Your heart beat widely as you stepped out of the car, meeting Aaron on the other side.

"I'm sorry." He shot you a confused look.

"For what?" he had asked.

"Just apologizing in advance." And with that you rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps and the door was yanked open. Your mothers shrill voice rang through the air.

"Honey! They're here." She sent a smile Aaron's way, and glanced at you dissaprovingly. "Darling. What on earth are you wearing?" You looked down at your simple dress and rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too mom." She shook her head.

"Of course of course. Good to see you as well. And you must be Aaron? We have heard nothing about you." You scoffed, quickly covering it with a cough, as Aaron responded.

"Yes, Aaron Hotchner ma'am. Its wonderful to meet you."he stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just turned around and strutted away.

"Do come in, we wouldn't want dinner to get cold. You're already 20 minutes late." She scolded as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Mom, we are 5 minutes early." You stated simply. She laughed like you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You just rolled your eyes.

Aaron shot you a glance and you smiled softly at him.

You gathered around your table, hoping for a somewhat pleasant meal. You father walked in glancing at Aaron before doing a double take.

"Ah you must be Aaron." Your father held out his hand hesitantly. Hotch shook it respectfully introducing himself.

"Yes sir, Aaron Hotchner." He nodded politely.

You all sat around the table and began eating in silence. Small talk here and there but mostly silence, until your mother finally spoke up.

"So, you two met at work?"she asked, disdain present in her voice.

"Uh, yes we did. We work together at the BAU." You replied, catching your mothers eye roll but electing to ignore it.

"Yes, I'm the unit chief, and Y/n is one of our best agents." You couldn't stop him before he made his mistake. And you saw the realization flashed in your father's eyes.

"Unit chief? Like the boss?" He asked.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath. "Yes dad, like the boss." You said a bit louder.

"You're dating your boss!" Your mother exclaimed.

"Mom, its not that big of a deal, he isn't my direct boss, another agent is." You tried explaining.

"Ugh, this government talk us just too much at the dinner table." She sighs dramatically and you shut up, not wanted to start a fight so early in the night.

You all continued eating until your dad spoke again.

"So Aaron you must be significantly older than Y/n." Your father continued. Aaron nearly choked on his drink.

"Um, there is a small age difference yes. But we have never let it bother us." God this was painful.

"No but, why on earth would you bother with a young, disappointment like Y/n? I mean she's obviously gained some weight. She had a dishonorable job for a woman. She doesn't have a family, and jmis just now getting into a serious relationship. I mean seriously Aaron, you could do so much better than, her." You could not believe the audacity of this woman. Your mother effectively silenced the entire table. You felt tears gather in your eyes. As you tried to stop them from falling down your face, Aaron set his wine down calmly and stood up.

"Your daughter is very far from a disapointment." He stated matter of factly. "She is by far one of the Best people that I know. She is the love of my life. She is one of THE most prestigious agents in the FBI, and is apart of one of the best teams in the country. She is the most amazing partner in the world, and had become my favorite person. I dont know how you consider yourselves decent human beings when you can sit here and degrade your own daughter like this. And I feel sorry that you can't see how amazing she truly is." He was nearly breathless when he finished. You stood up beside him.

"Aaron's, right. You guys are the most indecent human bei-"

Anger had flashed in your fathers eyes as he stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table, effectively interrupting you.

"How dare you come into our house and speak such words towards us!?" He yelled at Aaron and you with a furociousness you hadn't seen since you joined the marines.

"Sit down and shut up!" Aaron yelled right back, furious that your father had just interrupted you.

You decided it was time to step in and leave.

"Me and my fiance will be leaving now. I hope you have wonderful lives. And the next time I hear from you it better be an apology otherwise you will never be meeting your grandchildren. And my my wouldn't that just be very indecent." You finished in a mocking tone, spinning around and walking away, Aaron hot on your heals.

You somehow held off your tears till you reached the car and pulled into your driveway and then you completely broke down.

Aaron held you the best he could over the console, trying his best to make you feel better

"Sshhh, sweetheart, its okay." He whispered into your hair. "That was so brave. I'm so proud of you." You smiled slowly pulling away from him.

"Thank you Aaron, for everything you said in there. I never would have had the courage to say anything to them if it wasn't for you. So thank you." He was about to protest, but you shut him up quickly by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips.

You just kissed him harder, getting your message across loud and clear. You pulled away, wiping away your tears.

"I think they liked you." You mumbled a few seconds later, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Especially when I told your dad to shut up." You giggled at his statement.

"Especially then." You continued laughing as you leaned in kissing him again.

Never had you been happier for having a man like Aaron Hotchner.

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tanniefm · 3 years

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nasty | jjk (m)

summary - you're needy at a party and no one can help you except your boyfriend jungkook.

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - established relationship

word count - 2.4k

song inspo - nasty by ariana grande

warnings - unprotected sex (BOOO), dirty talk, daddy kink, brief breeding kink, slight voyeurism (you essentially ride his thigh in front of everyone), explicit language, praise kink, subspace, drug and alcohol use (weed), brief mention of vmin, i guess kook also falls into domspace too i mean y'all are high so

a/n - i'm sorry this took so long school's been kicking my ass bruh. this is also very unedited since i originally wrote this while horny like a month ago kanjwbw. anyways yeah enjoy! ps. i am very bad at endings and summaries sigh

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“Pleaseeeee”

“Nope”

“But I need to so badly! Just please make me cum, Kook!”

“What did I say? Not ‘til later. At this rate I might not let you cum at all.” his words brought utter terror to your face. What did he mean not letting you cum at all? You've been so good all day! Just like he told you! This party fucking sucks anyway. As much as you love your friends coming over, there’s only so much you can handle before you start getting annoyed by their presence. Jungkook has been teasing you all day but the very peak of it was when he ate you out earlier like it was his last meal and at the very last second, decided to cease all contact from you and smile cockily. Asshole.

It doesn’t help that you've both been drinking and smoking a bit, so your horniness has only worsened since then. This mixed haze of being tipsy and high at the same time is just making you needier by the second. You’ve been clinging onto him and following him around your shared apartment the whole night while he laughed and chatted with your friends.

“You good, ____?” Jimin laughs. He out of everyone should know exactly how you feel, given him and Tae are constantly going at it, just like you and your beloved boyfriend.

You smile sarcastically, “Nah I’m perfectly fine, Minnie! Why do you ask?” you know exactly why he’s asking. You’re not really the best at hiding your emotions and your face says it all that you’d rather have everyone disappear immediately so you can fuck the shit out of the man you’re glaring at. He’s currently taking a few hits out of Hoseok’s “party bong” as he likes to call it. It looks very used and burnt out, you don’t know why he just won’t get a new one since you’re sure that’s some kind of safety hazard but whatever.

“No reason, just that you look like you wanna eat Jungkookie alive is all.” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully and take another sip from whatever mixed drink Jungkook made you.

“He’s getting on my nerves.” you quip back. Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs heartily. It seems like everyone finds your situation amusing but you. All you want is to have a proper orgasm! Is that so wrong! It feels like he’s punishing you and you haven’t even done anything! You go to sit on the couch with him, directly on his lap, while he watches Seokjin and Taehyung yell over Mario Kart. He automatically wraps his hands around your waist and smiles lazily.

“Heyy pretty girl.” he says gruffly. His voice always gets raspy when he smokes and your pussy throbs at his (and your) favorite pet name.

“Kookie,” you whine. “Please can we wrap this up and do something alone. Need you.” you start pouting in hopes he’ll finally cave. He chuckles and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

He leans in closely to whisper, “After they're done with this game, I promise I’ll take care of you, ok baby?” you look at him skeptically and hold up your pinky to ensure he means what he says. He giggles at your cuteness and wraps his long pinky around yours, kissing it to seal the deal. Your face immediately lights up at the prospect that you’ll finally get some dick. The more you think about it, the wetter you get. Maybe he’ll bring out the toys this time and use those on you. Maybe he’ll overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Maybe he’ll let you take control since he’s been messing with you all evening anyway. The possibilities are endless and they cause you to squirm around on his lap. You quickly realize that your leggings are pretty thin however as you suddenly pause when you feel that your boyfriend is hard as a rock. Little did you know that he’s been suffering just as much as you have, he just likes to play with you a little to see how needy you could get. He can feel you throbbing through your leggings and it’s been driving him fucking crazy. He can’t wait for the guys to leave so he can fuck you in every room of this house.

He grips your hips tightly and gives you a warning look of “do that again and see what happens” you whimper and tuck your face in his neck. He smells so good. You can faintly smell the weed you two have been smoking but you can still smell his soft detergent and calming lavender he loves so much. You know his nose is sensitive so he only uses a small amount of cologne and it encapsulates him so perfectly. He pulls you closer and starts bouncing his knee slightly. Fuck. Now his thigh is consistently hitting your clit and your mind is getting fuzzier. The haze from earlier coupled with the fact that Jungkook is bouncing you like a baby is starting to make you whimper and moan a little louder than you’d like to. You know he’s fucking with you again. He loves seeing you like this. He leans down and reminds you Tae and Jin are almost done with their game and then you can moan and whine all you want. You nod hastily while you suck a mark into his neck to keep quiet. His knee keeps the same casual pace, as if your clit isn’t the main focal point of each bounce. He kisses the top of your head and laughs along at whatever the boys are arguing about as to not raise any suspicion. Although you’re pretty sure everyone can tell exactly what’s going on. The fact that everyone can clearly see you getting bounced on your boyfriend's lap is only getting you closer and closer. You bet you could cum like this.

“Ha ha! Fuck you, hyung! I told you I’d win!” Taehyung shouts jovially.

“Yeah whatever, brat! I’m definitely winning next time.” they both get up and stretch before informing both of you that they think they’ll call it a night. The rest of the boys agree and gather their stuff to head out. You hate to say it, but you couldn’t be happier that everyone’s finally leaving. Jungkook lifts you off his lap gently and to your horror, you can already see a damp spot forming on his sweats. He smirks and winks at you while he kindly escorts everyone out. Once the last person is gone and the door is closed and locked, he turns around and tells you to come here. You scamper over to him in a haste and attach your lips to his in an instant. He laughs at your neediness and backs you slowly to the couch. He sits down and puts you in his lap again while you both make out as if you’ve been deprived of each other. He grips your hips and grinds you against his erection that’s been straining against his pants for the better part of half an hour.

“My poor baby, was I too mean today?” he asks as he kisses down your neck and jaw.

“Mhm, I’ve been a good girl all day just like you said and you don’t even care.” you whine. He lifts his head and cups your face.

“Of course I care, baby. I’m so proud of you for being so good today. You want daddy to take care of you now, don’t you?” he says gently. It looks like you’re not the only one that fell into a bit of a headspace. You’re very aware that when Jungkook starts referring to himself as daddy that he’s already taken a dominant position. Meaning he’ll take very little shit from you. Not that you felt like being bratty today anyway. Good girls get rewarded and that’s exactly what you intend to receive. You nod and grind against him faster in hopes he’ll get the hint that you want him now. As always, he quickly understands and starts ridding himself of his shirt as you take off yours. Seeing all of his tattoos always does things to you. Especially the small bouquet of black roses he got for you. You still can’t believe he would get something so permanent on his body just for you but he was adamant that you were the love of his life. The memory made you emotional as you started to tear up slightly. You’re going to have to ask Hoseok what the hell was in that strain to make you so sensitive to literally everything. Jungkook stops unclipping your bra as soon as he sees your eyes well up.

His hands are right back to their position on your face. “Woah, what happened love? Are you ok?” you wipe your eyes and giggle bashfully and explain why you got so worked up. He smiled and kissed you softly.

“You know I love you, right? You’re so fucking cute. I love you so much.” he says as he leans his forehead on yours. Weed makes both of you so sappy. You can’t even find it in yourself to care as you bring him into another kiss. He continues to take off your bra and starts kneading your breasts in his hands. The action makes you whine and pull away from him.

“Daddy, I wanna cum now. Please?”

He chuckles and lifts you off of him to strip your leggings. His fingers trace over the damp spot of your panties and he pulls them back to see how wet they’ve gotten.

“My little girl completely soaked through these. Needy baby. If you wanted it so bad why couldn’t you just do it yourself, huh?”

“B-because I wanted to be good. M’ a good girl right?” his words confused you. Why would you take care of yourself when he does it so much better. Plus, wouldn’t he just punish you anyway?

“I know baby, you are a good girl. Besides, those tiny little fingers would just frustrate you wouldn't they? You need daddy to cum ‘cause my dumb babygirl can’t do anything by herself, can she?” his words make your lip tremble as you nod dumbly. He’s right! You couldn’t possibly do something like that by yourself. Only he can make you feel like this.

He smiles as you agree with no hesitation and pecks all around your face. This is your favorite place to be in. In his arms waiting for his instruction. Taking the lead is fun every once and awhile but being stupid and pliant is far more your speed. He makes you feel safe and adored. He makes you feel good.

His fingers swirl around your covered clit as you moan into his mouth. Your little noises and the feeling of his fingers getting slicker is making him painfully hard and he, too is getting impatient. He wiggles his hips and slides his sweats down to reveal to you that he’s been walking around with no underwear on. He’s been completely hard with no barrier other than his sweats. You feel like you could bust right then and there. As soon as you see his cock, you lick your hand and start stroking it slowly. Jungkook hisses and throws his head back.

“Little girl...don’t play with me right now…” you heed his warning and scramble to take off your panties so you can get him inside you as fast as possible. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you’ll be damned if you fuck it up now. He steadies you as you prepare to sink down on him and he kisses you gently. The way he’s filling you is intoxicating.

“Fuck, this little cunt was made for me wasn’t it? My baby’s so perfect for me.” his words make you tremble. You both moan breathily once he’s bottomed out inside you. You grind back and forth slowly as you try to adjust to his length. Jungkook however, is just as impatient as you are. He halts your movements to grip your hips and lift you almost completely off of him and slam you back down. You gasp as he sets a pace for you quickly. Your walls clench as he groans out praises of how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. In his lap, bouncing on top of him, whining into his neck. He couldn't think of a better place to be. His hands slide down to your ass and grips it as he bounces you even faster. You moan loudly and bite on his shoulder in fear of getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.

“D-Daddy? M’ close. So so so so so close daddy please fuck!” your words are slurred since you literally cannot think properly. He laughs breathily. “I know baby, you feel so good. Fuck I wanna pump you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant.” his words only make you moan louder.

“Oh you like that? You like when I talk about filling your cute tummy with my cum? You want my babies, little girl? Hm?” your head bobs up and down as you nod. “Yeah- mm yeah want it so bad daddy please cum in me. I wanna have your babies please Kookie please. Wanna cum wanna cum wanna cum!” you whine. Seeing how absolutely wrecked you are is only getting Jungkook closer and closer. You look completely and utterly fucked out. If his baby wants his cum that's exactly what she'll get.

“Shh precious I’m almost there. Daddy's got you I promise. Rub your pretty clit for me, I wanna see my baby cum ok?” you immediately obey and spit on your fingers before shoving your hand between you two. You rub your swollen clit with quick flicks to get you to cum faster. You just wanna make Jungkook happy. You wanna be his good girl.

It didn't take long for your hand coupled with his cock pounding into your g-spot to get you to cum hard on him. Your limbs spasm and your vision goes white while you distantly hear Jungkook's moaned praises. He cums in you not long after with a whine and keeps thrusting a few times so you can milk him for all he's worth. You both pant heavily as his arms wrap around you tightly, wanting to be as close as possible. He pecks your head repeatedly and buries his face in your hair.

“I love you ____.” he sighs. You giggle and sleepily look up at him. “I love you more.”

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smutsonian · 4 years

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Baby if you're taking requests can you do a slight darkish! Step daddy Ransom x naive!reader with daddy kink and innocence kink? The marriage was kinda a deal for money and like reader's mother died after marrying him due to some disease or accident and that has left her alone in Ransom's custody. Feel free to use any other kinks or things you like,also if you don't feel comfortable with any of the above mentioned kinks then you don't have to use them.❤️ I love you and your writings!!!😘

getting his little angel

ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: soft!dark!ransom drysdale, innocent!reader, dub-con/non-con, smut, stepdaddy!ransom, loss of virginity (i cringe), fingering, daddy kink, innocence kink, guided handjob, like one slap in the p, manipulation?, obsession, size kink?, creampie, corruption, ransom’s fucked up mind, age gap(reader is of age), death, the amount of the word angel and daddy used in this fic is annoying and cringe for me, this is dark and twisted so proceed with caution if you choose to proceed, don’t read if you aint fvcking with this type of sh*t

word count: 4105

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Ransom married the woman for the sake of her money but he never thought of her daughter to be the treasure he’ll truly get from the woman. The daughter isn’t like every other young adult he’s ever met or bedded with. The daughter of the woman he married is different. Not a vicious little bitch like his cousin, Meg. No… The girl is different. An innocent pure little soul just living with him, there for the taking. A little angel that will give him joy and luck in his life.

And just his luck, and as evil as it sounds, he got blessed when his wife started to become sick just after a few months into their marriage. His wife becoming ill became the reason for him to bond with his little angel so he can comfort her and he became the man she found solace in. She started trusting him.

And then the wife died, leaving Ransom with all her treasure. Including Y/N Y/L/N. The greatest treasure that he will ever have. He had to thank his wife for leaving you to him. For leaving you broken-hearted because he had no problem with taking care of you and helping you stand right back up on your feet. He wanted to do all that. He wanted you to believe that he’s the only person that you will ever need in your life.

His little angel.

It took a few months for you to stop sobbing every single night in Ransom’s chest as he cuddled you to sleep and another few months until the bundle of joy you were before started showing itself again.

The moment you laughed at Ransom’s jokes for the first time had him frozen in place as he watched your teeth shining as the corners of your lips curled up into a toothy grin. Ransom was captivated. He was captivated at the sight of you laughing genuinely for the first time after your mother’s death and he wanted to take a photo and frame it so he can look at it every single night before he falls asleep and every single morning when he wakes up. He wants to see your smiling face every time he wakes and before he falls asleep, knowing that he’s the reason for that enchanting smile.

“Is something wrong?” Your small voice brings Ransom back to reality and he realized that you have stopped laughing, the beautiful smile on your face replaced by a frowning confused one instead.

Ransom ignored your question, walking towards you and trapping you against the kitchen counter. He wears a smirk before using his big hands to brush your hair smoothly, the coldness of the ring on his pinky finger brushing against your cheek gently. Ransom bites his bottom lip as he looks at your innocent eyes staring right back at him, your head tilted up so you can see his face clearly.

One hand moves to your chin and his thumb brushes your bottom lip, softly rubbing on it while Ransom’s mind went somewhere else where your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you sport your usual innocent look, asking him for help on how to pleasure him. Daddy’s little angel.

Ransom pulled his hand away from your face before silently groaning at how his slacks became tighter as his crotch started getting hard at the thought of your mouth around his cock.

“You know you look so pretty when you laugh.” He sighs out before patting you on the head and walking towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at you palming your own cheeks as you wear a small smile. His heart skips a beat for a second before he nods at you.

“I like seeing you smile, angel. I wish you would do it more often. It’ll make this old man happier.” He wiggles an eyebrow at you before chuckling at the sight of you laughing once more.

“There it iss” He smiles at your shaking form, wondering what you would look like if you were shaking for other reasons…

“You’re not that old, Ransom!” You say in between your laughs and Ransom couldn’t remove the grin on his face as he watches you laugh at him.

“Oh you’re laughing at me, are you?” Ransom quirks an eyebrow and watches you as you stop laughing, looking at him with a faux frightened look before he started running after you, eyes ringing in delight when you squeaked against his hold when he caught you, his fingers poking on your sides with no mercy.

“No! No more!” You gasp for air as you continue to laugh.

“R-Ransom!” You whined and just like the few other times, Ransom’s mind went into a gutter. Would this be how you sound when you’re moaning his name while he pleasures you?

Ransom pulls his hand away from you before letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright, angel… See that smile is so adorable on you!” He pinches both of your cheeks before laughing at the way you glared at him.

“No more tickles, Ransom. That hurts my sides.” You groaned before walking away from him only to be stopped by him pulling you back against his chest. His chin was on the top of your head before he mumbled an apology. “I’m sorry, angel. I wouldn’t do it again. Don’t be mad at your daddy now.” You pull away from him, watching him pout at you. You curiously raise an eyebrow before shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s okay.” You grin before grumbling when he messes the top of your head with his huge hand.

Ransom didn’t miss the way your face contorted into a confused look when he tried to get you to call him daddy. He’s been there for you a long time now. It’s time for you to be there for him as well. And Ransom is a really needy man with a lot of need when it comes to you.

No worries.

He’ll make sure to teach you everything you have to know to be his perfect little angel.

Ransom was sat on one of the lavish chairs that your mother used to obsess about when she was still alive while he’s munching on some biscuits that he got from the pantry. He silently thanks the old lady who still does the groceries for the both of you. He stares back at the screen that’s currently playing one of those rom-coms that he always found ridiculous but entertaining.

Lost in his own thoughts, Ransom absentmindedly looks at the hallway that leads towards the kitchen only to see you skipping into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a sweater that he gave you as a gift. He smiled at the thought of you wearing his sweater instead. Preferably after he’s done giving you an intense orgasm.

Feeling a bit hotter, Ransom removes his coat, leaving him in his soft white sweater. He lets out a grunt, fixing himself on the sofa and turning back towards the flat-screen tv. His hand wanders down to his pants, palming himself through his slacks while his other hand reaches for another biscuit.

Ransom’s heart jumped when you suddenly plopped yourself down on the sofa, legs on top of his thighs while the hand that was palming himself flies towards the air before landing on your legs.

“HEY, those are my favorite!” You point towards the biscuit that he was currently munching on. Ransom’s jaw clenches at the discomfort in his pants while your legs brush against his raging hard on. There’s no doubt that you have no idea what you’re doing to him or what your legs are currently brushing up against.

“Can I have some?” You give him a pleading look that only made his cock harder. He bites his lip as he squeezes your legs. “You gotta ask nicely, angel…”

“Can I please have some?” You repeat, voice as sweet as honey and the cause of the precum that slowly slicks the slit of Ransom’s thick girth.

Ransom lets out a groan before snatching a piece of biscuit and moving it towards your mouth, snatching it back when you went to take it from him.

“Ah-ah-ah. We’ve been together for a long time now… Is that right, my little angel?” Ransom laughs at your frown before you’re nodding at him curiously.

“I think it’s time that you call me daddy, right? I mean… I’ve been taking care of you, right? I’ve been treating you with so much love, is that right?” Ransom lets out a moan shamelessly at the sight of your innocent face nodding at him unknowingly. “You’ve been treating me very well…” You mumble under your breath but Ransom still heard you.

“Yeah… I’ve been treating you like my best girl. Like the best girl you are.” He brushes his pinky across your cheeks before pressing the piece of biscuit onto your bottom lip. He gave you a stern look before shaking his head when you went to open your mouth.

“You gotta ask nicely, angel… Who are you asking and what are you asking for hmm?” He leaned down towards the side of your face to sniff on your hair, chest grumbling in delight at your scent.

“Can I please have a biscuit, daddy?”

Ransom inhaled obnoxiously loud before smirking while nodding his head at you. “Such a polite little angel, aren’t you? Of course you can… Here, open that precious mouth.” He taps the biscuit on your bottom lip, shoving it gently inside your mouth, purposely grazing his fingers down your tongue. He watches you chew on the biscuit as you stared right back at him with those innocent eyes. His fingers massaged your chin as you chew, shoving them right back inside your mouth when he sees you swallow the biscuit.

“Is it good?” He asks you, fingers assaulting the inside of your mouth. You nod your head, hands grasping the wrist that’s connected to the fingers in your mouth. Ransom felt you tugging his hand away but he only shoved his fingers further down your mouth, slightly pulling away when you started gagging on his fingers.

He lets out a chuckle before pulling his fingers completely out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers. “Daddy has a lot of things to teach you…” He leans back before manipulating your body until your back was against his chest and your legs were spread apart by his own legs.

He takes another biscuit before shoving it into your mouth, fingers gripping your jaw as you chewed on the food, crumbs staining the sides of your mouth. “Just like that” He grumbles against your hair before skillfully tugging your leggings and underwear down until they were all the way down to your ankles. He didn’t give you enough to complain because his fingers were back inside your mouth, playing with your tongue and playfully teasing the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax for daddy.” He whispers in your ear while his free hand caresses your face. “There ya go… Such a fast learner, aren’t ya?” He lets out a laugh before kissing your cheek and removing his fingers from your mouth. “You get a reward for being such a good girl”

Ransom’s wet fingers goes straight to your crotch while his other arm wraps itself around your torso to pull you closer to his body. His legs kept your thighs open so it was easy for him to tease the nub on your crotch.

“R-ransom…”

You let out a loud squeak when he slaps your pussy, legs shaking against his legs while he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“What’d I tell you to call me hmm? Come on, I know you’re a smart little angel.” He resumes playing with your clit, enjoying how responsive your body is to his touch.

“Nggghh” You squirm against his hold, chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Ransom is willing to bet your mother’s fortune that you never experienced this type of feeling before. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel”, he starts flicking his fingers faster until your crying desperately and hiding your face against his arm. He stops assaulting your clit, hands finding its way to your face to comfort you with smooth caresses. Ransom admires the sweat that started to form on your forehead and decides to remove the sweater you’re wearing.

Too out of it, you let him fully undress you, too tired and dazed to acknowledge the fact that you’re lying naked on your guardian’s chest. “That feel good?” Ransom asks, urging you to speak to him but loving the way that you laid limp against his chest. Oh it’s so easy to please his little angel. He hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“F-feels good…” Ransom watches you bite your bottom lip, his hold against you getting tighter as his cock gets harder at the sight of you.

“I can make you feel better than that, angel… You just gotta ask nicely. Just like how you asked for the biscuits. Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” His hand find itself back to your pussy, fingers starting its attack on your sensitive clit once more. He wasted no time in trying to get you off because in no time, he feels your body shaking against his and he knows that you’re close.

“You gotta ask for it nicely, angel… Tell daddy what you want” Ransom demands, the arm that was wrapped around your torso finds its way towards your breasts, massaging one and pinching the hard nipple. You whine out loud before gasping for air as you tried to speak coherent words.

“Daddy can y-you p-please…”

Ransom chuckles at your lack of words. Of course his little angel wouldn’t know what to ask for.

“You want daddy to make you cum?” He suggests, knowing that his smart angel would get what he wants her to do.

“D-daddy, can you please m-make me cum?” You repeat, words hoarse but understandable by a proud Ransom who starts rubbing your wet clit faster as he bends his head down to suck on the tit his massaging.

“HHNNNNGGG!” You whine loudly, going stiff against Ransom’s hold before shaking tremendously as you reach your very first orgasm. Ransom’s hips thrust against your back as he gets needy from the sounds you’re making and the sight of your body trembling against his. He starts running his hands all over your body, whispering praises against your ears to comfort you.

“Such an angel…” He kisses the side of your face before guiding your body gently back to the sofa so you’re sitting beside him. “That feel good?” He asks, licking and sucking on the fingers he used to make you cum.

“Mhhmm…” You nod as you mumbled your answer, too embarrassed in front of him. “Don’t be shy, angel… You’re just being a good girl. Wanna know why I made you feel good?” Ransom waits for you to nod before continuing with a smile.

“Because you were such a good girl!” He nudges your chin with his fingers before placing his large palms on your shoulders. “And good girls always get rewards from their daddies. What do you say huh? Wanna be a good girl and help daddy with his problem?” He palms his covered crotch before smirking at your wondering eyes that’s looking down at his bulge. His jaw clenches at the sight of your curious face.

“H-how can I h-help?” Ransom chuckles at your nervousness before taking hold of your hand and guiding it towards his bulge. He watches your face as he makes you palm his hard on, thrusting against your touch in neediness and groaning at your tongue wetting your own lips.

Ransom releases your hand before tugging his slacks down and taking them off before sitting back on the sofa and taking your hand once more, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moaning loudly at the pleasure you’re currently giving him. “That’s it angel… Ahh fuck!” He guides your hand into a faster stroke, wrapping your fingers around his cock tighter as he thrusts his hips against your hand, groaning loudly and shouting praises towards you. “Such a fucking good girl!” His eyes shut tightly as he feels himself getting closer.

“Fuck!” He hisses, abruptly pulling your hand away from his cock, chest heaving as he tries to slow down his breathing. “You almost made me cum” He mutters, laughing silently when you started to mumble out apologies.

“No, my little angel. That’s not a bad thing… I just want to cum somewhere else…” Ransom bites his lip before removing his white sweater and tossing it on the floor. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of you, fingers running all over your body in a comforting manner.

“You want your reward, sweetie?” Ransom asks with a teasing tone. “You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time for another reward.”

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel his lips against yours, gasping when his tongue started to poke its way through your lips before assaulting the inside of your mouth like his fingers did earlier.

Ransom’s mind started ringing when you started moaning and whimpering against his lips. Oh he’ll make his little angel feel so good. He’ll make you feel so full.

He managed to situate himself in between your legs while continuing the sloppy and needy kiss you two were having. He strokes his already painfully hard cock with one hand before sliding it against your folds to lube himself up with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss as he lines his cock against your slit, smiling at the way that your legs shake when he bumps your sensitive clit with the hard head of his cock.

Ransom’s smile falters slightly when your hands start to push on his chest. “I-I’m scared”, your voice trembles as you try to push him which is really useless because his huge frame doesn’t move an inch.

Ransom takes both of your hands with one of his huge ones before trapping them above your head and diving down to capture your lips into another hungry kiss. “Don’t be scared. I promise to make you feel so good”, he says through the kisses, licking your tears away before resuming his wet kisses on your mouth. “You want me to make you feel so good, right angel?” Ransom smiles through the kiss as he feels your hesitant nod.

Ransom holds your hands tightly with one hand while the other hold caresses the side of your face in a comforting manner as he shoves his hard and thick cock into your tight hole, swallowing your cries with his hungry kisses. The hand that was caressing your face wipes your tears away as he shushes you. “It’s going to feel so good in a bit angel. I promise.” He stays inside your cunt for a while, making you feel weird at the fullness that his cock is giving your untouched pussy.

When Ransom feels your hips bucking up against his, he smiles and looks down at you with bright eyes. “You okay now? Want me to move?” Ransom gets an eager nod as a response and he only let out a short laugh before starting to pull out and shoving back into your tight cunt with a loud grunt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”, he hisses with each thrust.

“Mmmf. Mmm. Oomph.” Your moans and whines start to get louder as Ransom’s thrusts get sloppier because of the wetness that your cunt continues to produce. “Oh fuck you’re so wet for me angel”, Ransom watches his cock pound into you and he almost cums at the sight but he’s determined to make his little angel cum again before he could spill himself inside of her pretty pussy.

Ransom lets out a grunt before easily manipulating both of your bodies so you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your cunt.

He places your hands on his shoulders for support before moving his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “I’ll teach you how to ride daddy like a good girl soon but--”, he lifts you up and makes you stay in that position before moving one hand closer to your cunt so his thumb can start playing with your clit again. “—but for now, I’ll just ram into this tight pretty pussy”. Your eyes slams shut and your head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping you tightly as he guides your body against his, skin slapping each other as he pounds your pussy from under you.

He uses his other hand to push your shoulder away from him so he can see you clearly. “NGHH AH s-soo good!” Ransom watches you bounce on his cock while your eyes opened to look at him with those innocent eyes. How can you still look so innocent while he’s under you, making you take his cock as a fucking whore would.

“D-daddy s-so good”, your face is in a daze as Ransom doubled his efforts seeing you so close and feeling himself getting close as well. “Daddy making you feel good hmm?” He slams and slams his cock into you with vigor that it would probably leave you with a sore pussy for a few days.

Your shoulder starts quivering and Ransom feels you trying to stop him from bouncing you on his cock but he ignored it and continued to control your body. He slams his cock into your cunt a few more times, thumb rubbing your clit faster until you’re crying out loud as another orgasm hits you.

Ransom watches your eyes rolling back and your mouth opening as loud moans escape your mouth. He leans forwards to capture your lips once more before giving you a few more thrusts until he feels his balls tightening and snapping as spurts of cum come out of him and into your wet hole.

He lets your body fall on him as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly and rocking you slightly that earns a whimper from you when he accidentally moves his cock that’s still inside of you.

He waits for the both of you to catch your breath before gently pulling his cock out of you and bending down to snatch his sweater off the floor.

He looks back at your face, your eyes fluttering as tiredness starts to envelop your body. He puts his sweater on you, smiling at how you look in his sweater. You look so much better in his sweater. And you look so beautiful with his cum dripping out of your cunt and face glowing at how he fucked you so good.

He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead then your lips. “You okay angel?” He laughs at you when you only nod sleepily at him. He picks his slacks up from the ground before putting it on and then he picks up your old sweater and uses it to clean you up, gently wiping his cum off your thighs.

He stands back up to admire you, so beautifully fucked. He’ll forever remember the way your pussy pulsed around his cock as he cums inside of you.

He lets out a dreamy sigh before picking your sleepy body up and walking towards the hallway, passing by your old room and into his room. Your room.

He lays you down on the bed as gently as he could before smiling when your face contorts into a frown when you groggily look at him. “How are you feeling angel?”

“G-good but tired.” Your quiet voice touches Ransom’s heart and he could only take a blanket before laying down beside you and tucking the both of you in. He presses a kiss on the side of your head before whispering a “sleep tight, my little angel.”

Ransom was about to close his eyes when he hears your voice again, making his heart leap out of his chest.

“I like being daddy’s good girl.”

Oh Ransom loves that too and he has a feeling that his little angel will continue to become his pretty little good girl so she’ll get all the rewards she can get.

And Ransom is willing to give you all the rewards he can give because you’re his one and only good little angel.

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an: no eating out or gobbling on the d cuz come onn... they were just eating those damn biscuits 🤧

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