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starleska · 1 year

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If you're still taking writing requests, could you do possessive Wally headcanons?

*cracks knuckles* oh anon, i most certainly can 😈 yandere!Wally fans (me too 😳), this one's for you! (this is less headcanons and more a oneshot... kinda wanna write the whole thing 🙈)

content warnings for possessive behaviour, manipulation, threats, arson, entrapment and kidnapping!

Possessive/Yandere!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

👁 it all started so well. Wally was a Darling both in name and behaviour, and you fell hard and fast. such an attentive sweetheart, from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood it was as if he were always at your side. anywhere else, you may have been unnerved, but Wally's simple warmth and easy smile dispelled all of your doubts. while you tried to spread your time equally between your kind new neighbours, you somehow always found yourself in Wally's presence, talking to him for hours.

👁 in time, you found yourself becoming bolder. you start returning Wally's curious glances, and soon allow your eyes to linger a touch longer than they should. curiously (and with a little bit of a thrill), you notice that Wally seems incapable of breaking eye contact - no matter how long you stare, he'll always stare right back, unperturbed.

👁 one day, you find yourself closer to Wally than usual. you're half-pressed against one another on your sofa, Wally's cheek nestled in the crook of your shoulder. he's drawing something in his sketchbook: an indistinct, wobbly shape that you can't make heads or tails of. while Wally's right hand scribbles furiously with his pencil, the fingers of his unoccupied left hand spill at your side, reflexively clenching every now and again with the automatic motions of his drawing.

👁 the closeness imbues you with a newfound confidence. you take a breath, steady yourself...and reach across, brushing your fingers lightly across Wally's own. Wally's eyes snap towards you. for a moment, his pupils blow so wide you think they might just swallow you.

👁 the next day, your house catches fire. such an incident is unheard of in this neighbourhood, and all your neighbours are horrified for you. however, Wally is strangely calm. "I'm sorry you lost so much," he says, still smiling. "Would you like to live with me?"

👁 you're shaken - but accept Wally's offer. the shock of the fire takes a few days to wear off, but nothing could be more unsettling than living in close quarters with Wally Darling. existing within the living, breathing (creaking? squeaking) walls of his Home has an atypical effect on the puppet. Wally's voice is lower, and he moves with more purpose, as if he and Home are one and the same: symbiotic entities which exist in tandem with one another.

👁 to add to your creeping sense of dread, Wally flips the script on your personal space. now he is the one letting his fingers slip easily around your waist, and fixing you with uncomfortable, impossible-to-ignore stares. you try to laugh off his behaviour, questioning him openly if he enjoys having you as a guest so much. for once, Wally doesn't smile when he replies, "I love you living with me."

👁 it isn't until a week has passed that you learn all the doors are locked, and Wally never gave you a key. you try wrestling with the door handle, but it doesn't budge. then you try the windows, but they're sealed shut. 'I'm not trapped!' you think to yourself. 'Wally is just being a good neighbour - he wants to keep me safe.' but that still doesn't stop you from panicking, scouring the house for the heaviest thing you can find and trying to smash the window. the glass does not break. Home suddenly groans with the sound of a thousand old floorboards and overloaded pipes - a dreadful, ear-rending noise - causing the glass in the window to triple in height and thickness right before your eyes.

👁 terrified, you scramble backwards to run out of the kitchen - only to run smack into Wally. you collapse to the floor and gaze up at Wally, standing in the doorway with his hands tucked behind his back, that cat's smile of his holds some private amusement.

👁 "did you try to leave Home?" Wally asks. "Silly, silly." he takes a step towards you, and then another - slow and loping steps, his cute puppet form now moving in a way equal parts unnatural and sinister. he crouches next to you, those eyes now whirlpools of void which obscure all but the slight white rim of his scleras. "Try again," Wally whispers. "I'd like that very much."

#hoo BOY i think i received this ask blacked out and then woke up with a book 🙈🙈🙈#this kinda stuff is my favourite so i hope you guys enjoy it too 😉#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks #starleskawrites #tw: manipulation #tw: threats #tw: arson #tw: possessive behaviour #tw: entrapment #tw: kidnapping #wally darling x you

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 9 months

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Always have but never hold

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a/n lingered in my brain for a bit and now it's out here. Be gentle, it's my first time writing for this man. 😳🥺😭✨

warnings: fighting, kitchen accidents, swearing, mental health struggles.

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Fuck early Chicago mornings and the freezing temperatures that came with them. And add the people who promised bursts of sunshine and blue skies to the list. Fuck all of them and their predictions. Your grandma made better weather foretellings and landed straight on target with them.

You tightened your jacket closer to your body. Wrapping your hands around yourself. Well, the jacket wasn't yours. It was Carmy's, but you always preferred to wear his stuff. It soothed your anxiety. All the worries Made the early mornings more bearable. You don't remember the last time you two woke up in the same bed. You don't remember how the warmth of the morning, still wrapped up in the sheets, felt. Carmy would be off to the restaurant even before you. You tried to suggest that you just go together an hour or so later, but that only brought out a fight that left you two even further apart as it was. And it had gotten far away. You let his scent flow through your mind, chasing the nagging voice away. Yet already dreading the chaos of the day ahead.

Your phone starts ringing in your pocket. For a moment, you hesitated. Surely, it's too early for something serious to be going on. But then, don't all the scary things happen at the oddest hours? So you reach for it, frowning when you see Sugar's name lighting up the phone. You weren't close to Carmy's family. You had only met them briefly at the funeral. God, they didn't even know who you were. Nor did they care. Or maybe they cared too much.

"Hello", you said, clearing your throat right away. You hadn't spoken any words yet this morning, meaning the first hello sounded way too raspy. "Yeah, hi, it's early, isn't it", Sugar breathed, and you almost wanted to roll your eyes. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to it. Her voice sounded worried. "Did anything happen?", you trailed off. It's not like you two called each other out of the blue. You didn't just chat or go out for coffee. You didn't meet up for lunch or dinner. She had called you once, and it was only to ask if Carmy had wanted to keep any of Mikey's stuff. She was Natalie to you. Someone who might not even stop in the middle of the street to greet you.

"I've just been thinking about Carmy", she muttered quickly. You could hear her shuffling through some papers in the background. "What about him?", you said after a moment of silence. "Did you talk to him about the doctor I suggested? Maybe you two can even go together?", the words just spilled from her mouth, and you halted quickly, "You care for him, right? So take him". A light hint of anger picked up in your chest at that. They had all been pushing down on him. Do that. Do this. Carmy wasn't like them. He operated differently.

"Yeah, yeah, we spoke about it. He just doesn't want to do it now", you said calmly, changing the hand with which you'd been holding the phone so you could warm up your fingers in the jacket pocket. "He will never want to do it", Natalie grumbled back, "Did he even tell you about the times he couldn't breathe? Don't you notice that it's bad? It's scary". A chill ran down your spine. An image of Carmy holding onto his throat filled your brain. Hand gripping the sink as he gasped for air. Panicked eyes searched the room. Two am. Calling the ambulance. Crying in the bathroom before you even went to see him. Fuck, they knew about how scary it was, yet you only mumbled a quiet, "I know, yeah". A sigh leaves her mouth. "And you're not doing anything? He'll end up like...", but you pull your phone away from your ear, press the red button, and swallow quickly. You weren't going to think about it now. No. Not now. Not never. Carmy wasn't going to end up like this. He just wasn't.

You rounded the last corner, quickly pushing your key into the door before letting yourself in. The warmth of the restaurant soothed your cold skin. You thought about giving yourself a moment to compose yourself, but then you were already late. So you quickly undid the jacket. "Where's my fucking knife? Have you seen my knife?", Carmy's voice echoed through the space. You quickly dropped your stuff at the corner of his desk in the office before walking into the kitchen.

"Morning", you smiled up at everyone, and someone grumbled in return. The tension in the kitchen was already brutal. "Your cigarette is on the table, Tina", You turned her way, and she flashed you a smile. "Lord knows, I'll need a whole pack of them today". She had been the only one who hadn't thrown a fit about your being here. She wasn't flowing with joy, but it was by far the best way you've been greeted since moving back to Chicago with Carmy.

"Behind", Carmy shouted again, moving past the rest of the kitchen with a tray of meat in his hands. He didn't even glance your way. He wasn't someone to go lovely dovey in front of the others yet it stung. To your surprise, he turned your way. Eyes softened at the sight of you, and all of the nagging thoughts drained. "Hey", he muttered, reaching for your hand and squeezing it gently. "We prep, then the papers?", he asked, already bearing for the tray with vegetables. You quickly nodded before reaching for the knife yourself.

"They fucked the order? Why the hell do I care that they don't have my shit in stock", Carmy ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll call them again; this is just...", "Why don't you take a break? Breathe for a moment", you said, lowering the order papers onto the desk. Eyes searching his. You've only been in the office for ten minutes, and all that time Carmy had been shouting. A frustrated sigh left his lips as he buried his face in his hands. You stepped closer, your fingers instantly reaching for his hair. Running your fingers through his curls, you let him do what felt best, and Carmen wasted no time in bringing his hands up to rest on your hips, his face buried in your stomach. He let out a frustrated growl, and then the place went silent.

"Talk to me. Say anything", his voice was barely a mutter, but you heard him perfectly. He did this often. Whenever the voices in his head got too loud, he would ask you to speak. Tell him whatever pops into your head. It didn't even have to make sense. He just needed to hear it. The smooth sound of your voice. "We ran out of milk, and I managed to put on a wash before I left", Your fingers dragged down his neck and shoulders. "We'll have clean sheets; can you believe it?", you chuckled softly. The apartment looked like shit if you were being honest, but then you spend so little time there these days.

"We can buy milk on our way back", Carmy said, pulling away slightly. "Yeah, we sure can", you hummed. Just as a knock made you both turn toward the door, A dark-skinned girl with big eyes stood there, looking at Carmy as if she had seen a holy spirit. "I... I... I want to help with the kitchen. To work, I mean", she stuttered, and you instantly turned to her fully. "We talked yesterday, didn't we?", You reached your hand towards her, and she shook it gently. "We sure can use a second set of hands", You smiled at her, yet her eyes didn't leave Carmy. "Sydney and... My resume", she handed the papers to Carmy, who flipped through them straight away.

In a perfect world with a perfect system, you would have loved to give her a rundown of the place. Unfortunately, this wasn't a normal place, nor was the situation normal. So Sydney was left to listen to the constant swearing and bickering of everyone else. It was half-decent until Richie showed up. Shouting at the top of his lungs about all that Carmy was doing wrong. And that fucking pasta of his. You gripped the knife tighter but stayed out of it. This wasn't a fight you wanted to be a part of.

"As if we need another know-it-all in the kitchen. Don't need that fancy shit,", he barked, glaring at the girl. Sydney's head was hung low, but she too said nothing. Doing her thing as she got ready for family. "We don't need this shit; it was fine till Carmy stepped in, fine till you showed up", Richie slurred, and the last straw snapped within you: "Get your head out of your ass and drop it", your glare met him, and you could feel the way all of the anger within him now ran directly to you. Boiled even more because of you.

"And who's talking? One more burden Carmen dragged from New York", he spat, stepping closer to you, no doubt trying to intimidate you, but you didn't back away. "We should have lost you at the airport", he said bitterly. "What will your art degree do for us? Want to paint walls, sweetie?". You were so glad that he had turned away from you after the words left his mouth because you were a moment away from...

"Jesus, Y/N.", Tina's voice made you blink a couple of times. You felt her finger on your palms, and your gaze followed her touch. The chopping board was covered in blood. You must have lost track of your movements and senses. Trying too hard to keep your composure. Or maybe Richie's words hurt worse than the cut palm. "Cover for me, Sydney", you muttered, pulling the towel from your shoulder and pressing it to the wound. "Don't you need...", she tried to interfere. "Just fucking cover for me, please".

Slamming the freezer door shut, you let your back hit the side shelf. God, you were glad Carmy wasn't here. That call from the butcher couldn't have come at a better time. Richie was your headache to carry. Adding that to Carmen's shoulders won't help. He had hated you from the moment you showed up. You always cared too much and too little in his eyes. You tried to reason with him. He was grieving too, but fuck was he an ass when he wanted to be. And he wanted to be most of the time. Angry tears ran down your cheeks. You were just so fucking tired. So tired of it all. Of the shouting. Of the worrying.

"We don't have time. Where the fuck is she? The vegetables won't cook themselves", Carmy's voice ran through the freezer. You pressed your fingers into your eyes, gritting your teeth for a moment before stepping out. "On them, chef", you called out, wrapping the bandage around your hand messily. As long as it stopped the blood, it would have to do. And Carmy was a split second away from shouting again until his eyes fell on your palm.

"What the fuck happened?", he asked, marching forward. Forgetting all the corners, behinds, and whatnot. "Nothing happened", you muttered, turning to Sydney, "I'll take it from here, thanks". But Carmy caught your wrist and said, "Like hell, you will; what the fuck happened?". You knew that this all was coming from a good place, but the tone of his voice didn't soothe you. "We have shit to do, chef", you said, waving your head out of his grip and turning your back to him.

You hoped he would just walk away. Just drop it. Let it be. Let it all sizzle out. "Learn to fucking hold a knife", he grunted, his hand came into contact with your injured palm as he pressed it firmly onto the handle, making you whine in pain. "Hold it for fuck sake", he barked again, only tightening his grip as if he was blind to the blood seeping through the bandage. "I fucking am", You ripped his hand away with your other hand, pushing at his chest to get him away from you.

"Stop being a crybaby and be useful for once", Carmy's words left you defenseless. Your body froze. Cold shivers running down your back. You surely didn't hear it right. Carmy threw the knife across the table and turned his back away from you. Was he about to walk away? Just like that. Like nothing happened. "Fuck you", you threw the same bloody towel his way, "If I'm so fucking useless, feel free to find someone else", Carmy halted in his steps, but he didn't turn around. Clapping filled your ears, and you found smug-looking Richie, beaming like the promised sun today, saying, "Should have been an actress". You bit the inside of your cheek. Quickly undo your apron before storming outside.

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x you #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #the bear x you #the bear x reader

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two-red-butterflies · 10 months

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the bravest soldier | m33

Description: Max Verstappen and his girlfriend go inside a taxi (not knowing that it's a prank set up for him) in which, their relationship is made public.

Pairing: max verstappen/model!leclerc!reader

yournameleclerc1 he loves himself ladies and gentlemen 💙

tagged: max verstappen

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user19: UMM??? Y/N??? baramram3: i smell y/n x max 😳 maxverstappen1: 😆

"It's more of a red and orange day," he explained, moving his arms around and placing the cap on his head. He fancied himself a fashion connoisseur at home, even helping you pick out outfits for work - but when he was out with friends and the media? The same cap was on his head - the same polo, and it was frustrating.

"I actually feel proud 'cuz I forced you to wear white," you chuckled as he opened the taxi door. "Don't be too cocky, liefde." he rolled his eyes - helping you carry the luggage inside the car.

"Maybe I'll get you to wear red soon," you add - and he gently nudges you inside. "The day that pigs fly - maybe." he laughed, settling his hand on your thigh. The taxi driver in front of you looked familiar - but you couldn't remember where you saw him.

"Oi! Are you Max Verstappen?" the man rudely asks and your boyfriend nods his head. His grip on your thigh tightens - praying to the gods that he wouldn't recognize you. "Yes," he answered politely, playing with the straps of your seatbelt. He was a professional driver but seldom wore it in the passenger seat.

"Very nice eh? Must be the dream." the man complimented, moving his car away from a section of the airport. "We'll be going to ******," your boyfriend informs while fastening the seatbelt around your waist. "If you don't mind - I don't use those digital map thingies. I think that if you wanna be a taxi driver, you gotta know the roads." the man rambled, and your boyfriend continued smiling.

"Yeah, I guess that's the best way to get around things." he replied while playing with his phone. He couldn't believe that the both of you were unlucky enough to score a chatty driver. "How about the girl beside you? Is she your sister?" the man asks intrusively, and a nervous chuckle escapes both of your lips.

"No, she's uhh - my girlfriend." Max confirmed proudly, wrapping his free hand around you. "That very nice," the man nodded his head - trying to get out of a conversation that he started.

leclercuniverse16: ya'll...check channel 4 💀

arthurleclercsupporter1192: YA'LL CHANNEL 4 IS LIVE??? HOW DID REDBULL APPROVE THIS?? HOW DID MAX VERSTAPPEN'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS??? HOW DID Y/N LECLERC'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS?? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

charles16ismydaddy: what is going on? i don't have ch 4 - arthurleclercsupporter1192: they were doing one of those gags where they prank celebrities and MAX VERSTAPPEN went inside the taxi with Y/N LECLERC AND HE SAID "No she's my gf" LIKE

LandoNorris

"Y/n what was that?"

Y/N:

landaurrnorris12: lando wtf is this 😭 - LandoNorris: had to jump on it before charles finds out

bellawherehaveubeenloca: TELL CARLOS TO TELL CHARLES - LandoNorris: I think Checo would appreciate having a teammate that's alive ✌🏼

"I'm sorry, I think I took the wrong turn." the taxi driver apologizes, quickly pulling up a paper map from his pocket. "It's totally fine," you smiled at him, playing Helix Jump on your cellphone. He begins driving towards an empty field - to the right place.

"I'm sorry but I got to take a wee," the man apologizes again and your boyfriend agrees; mumbling something along the lines that he understands. Once the taxi driver was out of the car, Max began to panic. "Where are you going?" you ask and he opens the door.

"I think we should get out," he informed you, taking your seatbelt off. "Why?" you inquire - caught in headlights in the sight of danger. "There might be a bomb here," he explained and your eyebrows merged into each other. "Like assassins sent by Ferrari or something," you attempt to lighten the situation but ultimately - the both of you exit the vehicle.

Wildunchartedwatteers

Charles getting out of his car to find Max and Y/N

Y/NL/NWORLDGOSSIP

"Assasins sent by ferrari" Nooooo the enemy (Max Emillian Verstappen) has brainwashed you!!

After a long ride - you finally reached your destination. Max made sure that you were the first person to exit the car. "What's with the cameras?" the man asked while helping your boyfriend take a few of the remaining luggage inside the car. "Umm I don't know - probably something about a documentary," he shrugged, telling the cameras to leave you out of the frame.

"Wait really? Really?" the man repeated the question while taking his disguise off. An amused chuckle exits your lips - he was one of the interviewers for the sports channel. "Fucking hell mate," Max laughed, realizing that it was a setup. "I thought that you were some creep," he grinned while scratching the back of his head.

"He was prepared to run away," you say from behind the camera. "I hope it's fine that I exposed your relationship," the man apologized - quickly telling Max that it wasn't part of the plan. "Nah, you're fine mate - we've been meaning to tell the public anyways." he comforted - freezing once he sees the faint figure of your brother running towards the both of you.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen au #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen blurb #dad!max verstappen #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #Max Verstappen fanfic

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moonrose-mortem · 2 years

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I know everyone is making fun of Hunter's new man purse (which Flapjack stays in and it's adorable!)

I couldn't help but be drawn to this little blue bow on it. I know the purse might be something he got from the trash or lost and found and it was just some girly accessory he didn't care about, but I looked up the meaning of a blue bow and here's the first thing I saw...

😳 It stands for child abuse prevention and awareness. I don't think of it as a sad thing, but it adds to him becoming more aware of his horrible upbringing. Hunter is on the path to healing now, especially now that he knows people have his back. Still... right in the feels.

#the owl house #toh #labyrinth runners #hunter #awareness #right in the heart #oh my god #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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quin-ns · 7 months

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ok ok ok but what about fem!reader going missing with jb and sarah at the end of season one and coming back to find that jj has her name tattooed on his arm when he thought she was gone

okay I’m actually so obsessed with this I think it triggered something in my brain (the angst aNd fluff??) 😳 irl I won’t advocate for getting names tattooed but in fiction? To have a man that dedicated-

Permanent (JJ Maybank x Reader)

The last thing you expected was the run into your best friends in Charleston. It seemed like something out of a dream, but it was really them.

You couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for all of them. They must’ve thought you were dead the way the boat collapsed. Hell, you thought you were a goner until you, Sarah, and John B were rescued. Of course that didn’t turn out as good as it could’ve, but you were on your way home now and that’s what mattered.

You didn’t even get to speak, JJ was slamming into you with the biggest hug you’d ever received in your life. Your boyfriend held you tight, one arm locked around your waist, while the other cradled your head against him like you might slip away.

It had happened before.

Chaos of the reunion was all around you, but you were focused on just holding the love of your life.

You felt two more bodies collide into yourself, Kie and Pope’s voices overlapping as they joining in the hug after they reencountered John B and Sarah.

Tears of joy pricked in your eyes as you all finally parted.

John B stole JJ’s attention pretty quickly, pulling him into a hug. The sight made you smile, and it was the same when JJ and Sarah shared a hug while you got solo hugs from Kie then Pope. They hadn’t gotten that close, but it was safe to say you all missed each other.

When you all seperated, JJ turned back to you.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now,” he spoke first, sounding both awestruck and overwhelmed with joy.

JJ’s hands reached to grab yours, his gorgeous blue eyes stayed locked with yours. God, you missed those eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he joined you.

“What are you guys even doing here? I…” you didn’t know why you glanced down, but you did. Something on JJ’s left arm made you trail off.

In large, black ink, your name was scrawled across the inner side of his forearm.

Your jaw dropped and you looked up at him.

“I hate to interrupt, but we should go,” Pope urged.

You wouldn’t get to ask him about the tattoo until you got back to the Outer Banks. A lot of shit had gone down, not just on your, Sarah’s, and John B’s end, but back home too.

As you sat around the Chateau patio, you exchanged stories, all jumping in randomly over one another to add details or ask questions because so much had happened.

As you sat by JJ’s side on the couch—he was basically melded to your side. You couldn’t have been happier. Your hands were laced together, reminding one another that you were really here.

You kept getting distracted by his arm. It was your name in a tattoo. A permanent tattoo.

As it got later and later, your friends started to trickle inside to sleep. Eventually, it was just you and JJ.

“Do you like it?” he asked suddenly, interrupting as you recounted the way Sarah had snuck you all into a fancy hotel. Your eyes snapped up to his, realizing you’d been looking at the tattoo again. “I know you wanna ask.”

He didn’t seem offended or annoyed, there was actually a hint of a smirk on his face. He’d been wearing that look all day, and it was usually paired with murmurs of him saying how happy he was to have you back home.

“Did it hurt?” you wondered, avoiding the real question.

JJ laughed, but answered with, “Not really.”

“You got my name on your arm,” you stated bluntly. Not mad, just surprised. “Like, forever.”

The expression on his face got a little more serious. You saw his gaze fall briefly to his arm and he swallowed.

“I thought you were dead,” JJ recalled distantly. “And I thought… I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you guys—without you.”

You frowned at his confession, but didn’t speak yet. He was struggling to find the words, but you knew he had more to say. You hadn’t had a chance to talk about it yet.

“It was awful,” he continued grimly, eyes finding yours. You wished you could wipe the frown off of his face because it broke your heart. “Everyday was awful. And if I didn’t do something, I…” he shook his head. “It made me feel better. I got to have you with me everyday in some way.” JJ rubbed his arm, smiling sadly. “You know I always loved your name.”

You laughed tearfully at that, picking up on the lightheartedness in his tone, wiping your eyes. You didn’t even realize droplets had formed.

“That’s so sweet, JJ.”

“I love you,” JJ told you. “And I’m so fucking happy your back.” His smile turned more joyful. “And now I get to have you with me everyday for real.” He squeezed your hand. “Don’t even try to shake me, you’re not getting rid of me now.”

It was his turn to laugh, and you dramatically rolled your eyes at the deprecating humor. The hand that wasn’t holding JJ’s cupped the back of his neck. You pulled him into a loving, long overdue kiss.

When you parted, met his eyes again. You never wanted to look away.

“I love you, too,” you told him with a soft smile. “And I missed you every single day.”

“Same here,” JJ told you, a small smirk breaking out on his face. He held up his tattooed arm. “Clearly.”

You cut your own laugh off again as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

You were so happy to be home.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #outer banks #obx #request #quin-ns writing #asks

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artastic-friend · 4 months

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Some things I love about DJ’s sound design and animations in Help Wanted 2:

Every time he makes a bigger movement that requires shifting of its weight you can HEAR IT- It creaks and you can hear hydraulics inside of him WHICH BTW IS SO COOL IN SO MANY WAYS BC (tangent): it makes sense as to why he needs hydraulics being so huge and heavy, but also because the way real spiders extend their legs is like a natural form of hydraulics!! They pump their hemolymph(basically bug blood) into their legs which then allow those legs to be filled with more pressure that causes them to extend! This is why a dead or near-death spider’s legs go into the curled position (the death curl) :(

The sTOMPS I always loved the stomps even in base sb but there is just something so cool about hearing them around you as he is so close!!! It all just adds to the feeling of his weight and size 😫

HIS GROWLING?? AND MORE ANIMAL-LIKE SOUNDS??? In the past we would hear a little bit of it when he was sleeping in SB, but now we hear more examples of it and just like- closer and more noticeably 😳 it’s almost like you can hear it breathing at times and it is so cool and uncanny in the best ways :D

Ok the SNAP?!? The way he snaps his fingers and the sound reverberates all around you?!? And the way the light ring of the outside of his tunnel turns on at the same time??? I don’t really think that DJ is actually producing the snap sound from the snap alone, as with the synthetic materials its gloves are made of probably can’t produce that crisp of a sound, BUT THAT JUST MEANS THAT HE MAKES THE SOUND HIMSELF WITH ITS SPEAKERS OR SOMETHING AND SO HE’S DOING IT 100% FOR STYLE POINTS AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

The sound of its teeth clanking together to the beat of the music, that’s just a neat feature I like very much

Ok movements now, THE WAY HE SWAYS HIS HIPS(?) TO THE MUSIC!?! especially when it is doing that little happy dance of his or pointing at the player when it’s their turn to play. I LOVE THAT LITTLE DANCE IT’S SO CUTE

Ok the way he leans in reaaal close before settling back? He’s probably just doing it as it shifts its balance to lean back, but like, I wanna believe he’s also sorta doing it on purpose a little 🤭

Speaking of which, the movements for him going from leaning towards you to shifting his weight back and getting into that badass cross-armed pose?!!? Love it 😭 I love it sm- once again, the recoil and the followthrough of his movements just emphasize its size and weight so well I am just obsessed

OH AND HIS LITTLE FINGER TAPS WITH HIS MIDDLE RIGHT ARM THAT’S ON THE FLOOR?!? It’s a smaller detail but I am so glad they included it because it’s just so neat!?! I don’t know how to explain why I like it but it is so neat and adds to his vibe so well

OK I JUST NOTICED THIS BUT WHEN IT IS DOING THAT LITTLE DANCE AND POINTING AT YOU WHEN YOU GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT: he like, Bops his head a little and with each head bop his headphones bounce a little as well!! Idk why that is just such a neat little detail to me!

Ok this one I probably should have mentioned sooner since it’s one of the first things it does but the way it climbs out of the tunnel and grabs the sides like that with his middle set of arms? 😫😫✨ Idk what to tell y’all but that is the most attractive shit I’ve seen!!! Y’all need to step up your game if you wanna be like him XD /j

His head tilts. Need I say more? They’re adorable.

THE JUMPSCARE??!?? Dude I know it’s probably meant to look like he’s coming in to bite/eat you or something??? But to me and my DJ-Simp corrupted brain it just looks like we’re boutta make out 😁😁😁

OK THAT’S ALL I GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, but I might possibly add to this later???? If I notice anything else that stands out to me.

#dj music man #djmm #random rambles #help wanted 2

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whorediaries-09 · 10 months

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Helloo could I please request a fic with Sirius' girlfriend or wife taking care of him, making sure he eats enough and keeping him company, and him being touch-starved, in Grimmauld Place during OoTP? Thanks!

call it what you want

pairing- sirius black x wife!auror!reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, fluff, touch sensitivity (let me know if i should add more) an- i love this plot so much, thank you dear anon! (also i love writing about post azkaban sirius black 😳) ps- requests are open! part two? 👺💅

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'hey love?' you called out. sirius held a cigarette between his pale pink lips blowing out smoke out of his mouth. he turned his head, looking at you when he heard your voice. but your eye's weren't fixated on his, but the ash tray that held burnt out cigarettes he'd been smoking when you'd been gone. he sat on the moth eaten sofa his tired gray eyes trying to meet yours. you sigh, flinging your bag on a chair as you walk towards him, wiping your brow with the hem of your sleeve.

'have you eaten anything dear?' you say as you sit beside him. you sit close to him, but not close enough to touch him. he grumbles something under his breath and you squint your eyes trying to decipher what he is saying.

'sirius?' you say. your hand twitches. you want to touch him, comfort him, but you're scared it will trigger him. you're scared he won't like that. you want to comfort him, it breaks your heart seeing the dignity of your husband, of the love of your life crumbling down but it doesn't matter. you want him to feel safe. you want him to feel comfortable around you till he is comfortable enough to let him touch you.

his body twitches slightly before he whispers, 'might have had a few sandwiches. i forgot,'

you raise an eyebrow. interlinking your hands together so you don't accidentally touch him, you say with a soft yet firm tone,

'and water? what about water? did you drink enough?'

'i do not remember,' he grumbles. he's twitchy and shifty while he speaks. you let out a deep breath before you conjure a glass of water and hand it to sirius.

'love can you drink this for me? please?' you inquire. his stormy gray eyes stare into yours before his hands clasp around the glass of water. he lets the rim of the glass touch his lips before slowly sipping the water. he gulps down the rest of the water and puts the glass on the table before offering you a weak smile. you smile back, furrowing your eyebrows. you see his hands twitching before he speaks again,

'i found some old polaroids,'

'did you now love?'

'yes...'

there's a silence that hangs in the air that tortures the depth of your heart but you don't break it. you don't want to pressure him into saying anything. you don't want him to feel like what his image in the wizarding world is. you don't want to ask him prying questions.

'can i hold your hand?' he whispers softly. you look at him. his dark raven locks frame his diamond cut face, the churning wood of the flames reflecting the depth of his stormy gray irises.

'are you sure?' you question back. he nods his head curtly before his pinky finger intertwines with yours. he smiles, his hollow cheeks spreading as you interlock your hands. his hand is the same as you could remember, rough, calloused and warm. you feel his body grow stiff at the contact and you try to pry your palm away but he holds it firmer. he holds your hand firm, slowly melting by your touch. he doesn't say anything, and neither do you.

you charm a flower on his ear, tucking his messy curls behind his ear. you smile noticing the crinkles of his eyes when he smiles, leaning into your touch. his nose scrunches and you think, he looks majestic.

it's a storm outside. however when he leans his head on your shoulder, the storm simmers away. it's warm inside as the both of your hearts burn with love for each other.

'i love you dove,' he whispers.

#sirius x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sirius black #marauders #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #sirius black angst #sirius black fluff #sirius being sirius #sirius black one shot #sirius black x oc #sirius orion black #sirius black ootp #order of the phoenix #post azkaban sirius #autumn's inbox

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astrhoeluvr · 1 year

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Astrhoe Observations Pt.4 🫂🥰🫶🏻

(HAPPY SAG SEASON AND ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME😘🫶🏻, I’m back with another one for y’all)

Back to 👉🏻 my materialist 👁️🫦👁️.

a lil disclaimer : these are just my personal observations, so don’t take any of them to heart🥳.Some could be applicable to you and some would differ, so take all of them with a grain of salt OKIE! enough of me blabbing let’s get on with it🫶🏻🥰

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦: The house where your mercury sits in could indicate where your sibling played the most crucial/impactful role in your life.

Eg. Mercury in the 7th house could mean meeting your future spouse with the help of your sibling💍💖, Mercury in the 10th house could indicate working with your sibling or maybe your sibling could have some sort of influence over your career!💼✍🏻📑

🤪🥳: Mutable mercury’s and using a shit ton of emojis 🥰😍🤩😈😘🥲🤪👀🌺💴🤑😍 (esp Pisces, Gemini and Sagitiddies😘🫶🏻, Virgo’s are more of the :) , :0, ,-_- kinda emojis yk? Are these even emojis 😭? Or emoticons? Wtv y’all wanna call it🤷🏻‍♀️) fire mercury’s could also fall under this category 🔥💅🏻!

🥵😩: If you have someone’s Mars in your first house, you’d just wanna get it on w them yk😳🫵🏻 *aggressive lip bite* 🫦👀🔥! The physical attraction is palpable😈😵 pshh this is not always a good thing tho😃🙂🤺 but nevertheless a VERY spicy placement🌶️🥵.

☕️😴: I’ve seen a lot of Mutable/Leo and Aquarius placements addicted to caffeine 🤨🤨🧐? Y’all just don’t wanna fall asleep at an appropriate time huh??? YES, I SEE YOU 🫵🏻🧐 IT’s okay you can complete that assignment LATER 📝✍🏻or watch the last episode of a Netflix show the next day!📺💃!! GET SOME SLEEP luvs😴💤

🤥❌: One thing for sure is Y’ALL 👏🏻 CANNOT 👏🏻 LIE 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 MERCURY 👏🏻 IN 👏🏻 SCORPIO 👏🏻 INDIVIDUAL 👏🏻. Even if you try lying straight through your teeth with the utmost of confidence they’d be like “HMMM SOMETHING DOES NOT ADD UP🕵🏻, SEEMS VERY FISHY TO ME🐠🤺” , would definitely look at you like this: 🤨🤨🤨 and will surely find out what sneaky business y’all are up to.👀🧐

📸😀: Okay mercury/neptune/mars - uranus aspects, lemme see your search history real quick📸👀🤨 y’all probably be searching up the most kinkiest/concerning shit😀. My friend has one of these placements and the first thing on his search history was “how do we steal a baby?” And “are polar bears multicoloured?” LIKE BABY WHAT? 😭😭😭😭😀🤺🤺 JAIL. RN.

🥗🍜: Venus- Uranus placements could have a very wide palate when it comes to trying out new dishes🍟🌮🍱🍝🥮🍫🍬🍪. They’re the typa people who are always down to try various cuisines👩🏻‍🍳🍛.

👯‍♀️😘: Venus in the 11th house culture is looking at your homie and saying “I might just kiss you rn” as a joke😏😏and they’d be like “haha bet😏👀”, and BOOM y’all are making out the next minute😭😈. Venus in the 11th 🤝🏻 flirting with their friends as a joke..unless??😏👯‍♀️😍👀.

🤑🛍️: Libra/Leo/Taurus/Cancer placements 🤝🏻 retail therapy 🛒🏬🎁💐👙👗.

🦷😬: Capricorn placements 🤝🏻 having issues with their teeth. Capricorn placements are most likely prone to sensitivity in their teeth or any tooth related problem!! Y’ALL PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHILE EATING ICE CREAM /ANY COLD FOODS OKAY🍦🫶🏻, ik sometimes you just wanna maybe TRY biting into an ice cream but for heavens sake do not let your intrusive thoughts win bwhahaha😀😭. Make sure to get your daily dental checkups y’all, this is not just for cappy placements!! but everyone 😗🥰🫂😁!

Okay that’s all for today luvs🥰🫶🏻

(Please do not copy or plagiarise any of my work <33)

- san✨🍵🪴📖🧘🏻‍♀️

#astrology #aesthetic #astrology observations #astronomy #astro #my notes #virgo venus #mars #jupiter #beauty #venus signs #energy #astro observations #slay #birth chart #birth #universe #zodiac

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beiasluv · 1 year

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MORE JAKE CONTENT PLSSSS maybe jake and reader cuddling pls pls pls THANK U

cuddling w/ jake sullyyyyy

a/n: yessss, we live for jake the original rizz / hope you enjoy 😊

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one thing we can’t deny is that jake is such a big spoon, always. he loves holding you in his strong arms, making sure that your presence is with him all. the. time.

he values cuddling time so much, too much that everyday it became a routine for both of you to cuddle before bedtime.

he would whine like a baby waiting for you to join him “please…..c’monn…i wanna hold you”

something you love to do is to trace the glowing spots on his face, down his chest, and who knows where 🤭 (you dirty minded, same)

while tracing his spots you can hear him purring like a cat SO FRICKING CUTE and his ears will twitch

“don’t hold back, sweetheart, i know you love it,” you chuckled at your sight.

you ask and you shall receive. he purrs into your ear all the time. PLEASE

telling him what does the spots looks like. stars in the night sky or the sparkling plants of pandora.

intertwining LEGS, please

well, we know that jake used to not have a great history with legs. he always felt insecure of them but now that he got them, he felt like he was reborn again. intertwining them with your legs hold him back to this new reality, the reality that he was reborn.

plus, he loves claiming you as his own but wrapping his legs around you. i mean- who doesn’t love to show territory on something they love? (said jake)

now, let’s talk about H A N D S

we know jake has some big hands, and when i say big, it’s BIG. even normal na’vi’s hand are much smaller when compared to his hands.

he take them into a good use. jake loves rubbing his hands around your body, going down from your neck to your back. as they travel across your skin, its coldness spread.

na’vis’ skins are like ice, which you have never gotten used to it. but with jake’s help, you’ve managed to relax to his touch and melt into his embrace. plus, it cools you down after a hot day. 😳

TAILS!? 😳

when i tell you this man.

he worships wrapping his tail around your body, especially your waist, bringing your body closer to him.

but before he get into whatever that is, he loves to flicker it on your skin; tickling you in the process.

playing with each other’s hair is a must. he loves inhaling your scent into his nose

so basically-like- his ultimate goal is to combine your bodies into one by the closeness of your cuddling position. BUT WE AINT COMPLAINING

he loves seeing your chest rise and fall in a pattern. it always warmed his heart and reminded him of such a great honor that you trusted him enough to sleep in his embrace.

he can and WILL protect you 100%

while cuddling he might leave his guard down, but if his sensitive ears catch something, your safety is his first priority. but we love strong, independent, figure, as well. 😘

some small detail that you’ve noticed is that he will cradle you like a baby. 🥺 gently rocking your body so you can fall asleep. (shhh, don’t tell jake that you’ve been secretly listening to his heartbeat)

and he loves holding your hand with his another free hand. add point point if you are resting it on his chest over his heart.

happy sleeping gorgeous gorgeous humans🤍

today's a great day to take care of yourself 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully #imagines #neteyam imagine

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theresattrpgforthat · 2 months

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Is there a modern Rural or Small Town TTPRG? Without agriculture as a central theme? Maybe something focused on community or the idea of rural? 😳

Theme: Small Town Games

Hello friend, I think I have a few games that might work out for you. Some are collaborative, some are petty, and some are in small towns but the focus in on something a little different.

Turn, by Beau Jágr Sheldon. @beaujagr

Turn is a slice-of-life, rural supernatural tabletop roleplaying game for three to six people. Players are shape-shifters in a small, rural town--able to turn into animals like raccoons, cougars, and bears. They must balance their human lives and habits with their beast lives and instincts, while pursuing acceptance and community with other shifters - and with the mundane humans and beasts that populate the town.

Players and the Town Manager build their town together using a unique town building system, and create the characters who populate it and the wilderness around it. Turn uses the Script Change toolbox to support player comfort and consent, and explores themes of identity, community, self care, and otherness.

Turn is a rural game that adds a supernatural twist in that your characters are all shapeshifters. The small town is meant to be a setting that will likely challenge your characters and provide emotional growth. The game itself is written very carefully, with essays sprinkled throughout to help you navigate difficult topics that may arise within the game.

Unincorporated, by Ethan Harvey.

An optimistic person might call this place a town. It has a name, a gas station, a few stores. It just doesn’t have many people. Which makes these other losers still hanging around here important. The same few people are your co-workers, your neighbours, your dating prospects, the folks you run into everywhere.

"Friends" might be a stretch, but they know you. Or at least they know who you used to be. They know about all the stupid things you’ve done, and they won’t let you forget it. Nobody gets a clean slate here. But maybe you can shake off your reputation and become something new.

Unincorporated is a collaborative, mostly-GMless story game for 3-5 players who take on the roles of ordinary people caught up in petty rivalries, long-held grudges, intense frenemyships, and hopeless love affairs, all while trying to shake off the weight of expectations.

If what you really want is small-town drama, this might be the game for you. The basic rules are inspired by Powered by the Apocalypse games, and the settings are flexible - you can use a pre-suggested playlet, or build a setting of your own. This means that the game can also be used alongside another ttrpg, if you want to experience the intricate lives of the town your characters live in alongside their larger-than-life adventures.

The Woman of Sayora Village, by luciellaes.

Your country has been at war for several months now, closing on a year. Your village feels empty. Anyone capable of fighting has long since been taken far from home, leaving more than enough work for those left behind. For some, that work is a welcome distraction from the pain and fear of separation, while for others the added burden is overwhelming enough of itself.

Your village feels different. Most of the departing soldiers were men, and those who remain are mostly women, the young and the elderly. Until it happened, you had never quite grasped what a difference this would make. Toxic behaviours that were once tolerated or even celebrated are now shunned and punished. Feminine rituals and celebrations that had begun to fade into obscurity have seen a startling renaissance. Formerly taboo subjects can be discussed openly in the fields and on the streets.

Perhaps when the war ends, things will return to the way they were. Perhaps not. In the meantime, there remains much work to be done.

This is a very specific setting for a small-town game, namely in that it is about a town during a difficult time, and without almost half of its population. This game is also highly interpretive, because it uses a deck of tarot cards, which you will have to interpret as you draw them. The game is also GM-less, which means that everyone at the table will fill similar roles.

I Went To Bourbon, Indiana Once, by Beth and Angel Make Games.

I Went to Bourbon, Indiana Once is a hack of I Went to Seattle Once by Lucky Newt Games which is itself a hack of I Went to Japan Once by James Lennox-Gordon. As per the original, you are friends, family, or perhaps random strangers bored in line at a gas station who all suddenly realize you've been to Bourbon, Indiana, a small little town without much to do. Did you visit either (or both!) of the town's dollar stores?Check out the town gazebo, a local hangout spot? Or perhaps you hit up the Redbox kiosk and relaxed for the night.

Players roll dice and share experiences blending the results of two separate tables, but once too many players tell the same stories over again (as we Midwesterners are wont to do), everyone goes their own way and the reminiscence concludes.

As a game about the traveler's experience of a small town, rather than a resident’s, I went to Bourbon, Indiana Once may provide a unique take on the theme of small-town games. The game includes a number of prompts to provide you with events that happened during your stay, and that’s about it. I think that would make this game pretty hack-able for any small town that you can dream of - and it might also make this a great mini-game to put inside a larger campaign.

Our Town, by Miles Kirk.

Our Town is a theatrical 1 page tabletop roleplaying game with no dice, no masters.

Players take on the roles of citizens in a small town and play through snapshots of their lives from adolescence, to adulthood, to one of their deaths.The game can be played with 3+ players and can take 2-4 hours depending on the size of the group. It provides the opportunity to explore many different subjects surrounding everyday life; safety tools are strongly encouraged during play.

The creation of the town you live in is essential to the play experience of this game. You’ll come up with some basic details about the layout and buildings of the town, but you’ll also populate it, creating relationships between the residents and following them through a day in their life. Then the game moves out to observe the town in the long-term, asking what happens over the course of 10 years, as well as what happens when prominent characters die. If you want a game that looks at the bigger picture rather than a play-by-play, this might be the game for you.

Little Island Gift Shops, by astoryinpieces.

In this cooperative roll-and-write dice game, 2-4 players are members of the Little Island community, a place that puts helping your neighbors at the front. Each day, they'll decide how much time to spend diving for ocean goods to sell in their individual gift shops on the island. Unused goods are shared with neighbors, or can even be returned to the ocean as decorated gifts in order to receive its blessing. However, Little Island is only bountiful and strong when everyone uplifts each other! So organize your shop carefully, be respectful of your ocean home, and never be afraid to help your neighbour~

This game feels a little bit like a board-game, asking players to weigh decisions of different numbers of dice rolled, as well as strategize to determine which shop owner gets which trinket. The end of the game also asks the players to tally their scores, with the lowest player’s score setting the score for the whole group. As a result, this game should encourage everyone to work collaboratively, in such a way that the community succeeds as a whole.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

An Altogether Different River, by ehronlime.

What the Water Gave Us, by Jordanna George.

What’s So Off About This Small Town?, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg #small towns

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@the-night-owl-blr : Jelo! Can i please request for r8 ladies reaction when Y/n is hanging out with Miranda and she accidentally drinks this potion that changes her personality for a day, so when she comes home instead of goofy, chaotic and dumbass she would have the chill, rich af, dom sugar mommy personality

Haha! This is gonna be good! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Messing around in Miranda’s lab* You know, this place kinda reminds me of Dexter’s Lab!

Mother Miranda: *Working on something, not really paying attention* Uh-huh, yes that’s great… Can you hand me that flask sitting over there?

Y/N: *Looks at the flask* Ooh! It kinda looks like blue Kool-Aid!

Mother Miranda: *Rolls her eyes* Yes, that’s the one. Now, be careful. It is a very potent solution and can have serious side effects- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Y/N: *Taking a big swig of it* It doesn’t taste very good… You needed to add more of the drink powder.

Mother Miranda: *Terrified, staring at Y/N in horror*

Y/N: Oh wait, don’t tell me. You’re the kind of person who buys sugar-free Kool-Aid. You disgust me!

Mother Miranda: Y/N! Are you okay?! *Rushes over to them* Do you feel sick? Are you in pain?

Y/N: *Confused* I’m fine Miranda! What’s the big idea?! *Pauses for a second, places a hand on their head, suddenly very sweaty* Well, now that you mention it… I do feel weird.

Mother Miranda: *Grabs Y/N and ushers them to a chair* I’ll be right back! There might be something I can come up with to mitigate some of the reaction. *Runs to the other room to grab supplies*

A few minutes later

Mother Miranda: *Comes back in, carrying a bunch of equipment* Y/N! I’m back, and I called Donna over to help! Have you-

Y/N: *Leaning against the wall, arms crossed* Ah, Miranda. *Smirks confidently* How wonderful of you to finally show up. It’s rude to keep a guest waiting, you know.

Mother Miranda: *Shocked because Y/N’s entire demeanor seems to have changed* Um… Y/N? Are you alright?

Y/N: *Walks over to Miranda, brushes a strand of her hair back, cupping her face* I’m fine, but you look tired, dear. You should be taking care of yourself… Or better yet, you should have someone taking care of you. *Looks Miranda in the eyes, smiles mischievously*

Mother Miranda: 😳 *Blushes furiously, backs away from Y/N’s grasp* I… Um… W-well, you see-

Donna: *Comes running in* Mother Miranda, I got here as soon as I could!

Y/N: Donna, how nice of you to join us! *Walks over and kisses Donna’s cheeks in greeting* Ciao, bella signora. (Hello, beautiful lady.)

Donna: *Squeaks in surprise from Y/N’s behavior, looks to Miranda* Um, what was the emergency, Mother Miranda?

Mother Miranda: *Flustered, tugs at the collar of her robes* Well, I was going to have you help me come up with an antidote for the solution that Y/N accidentally drank, but… It seems that they are not sick. Maybe you should escort them home so that they can sleep this off…

Y/N: Yes, I do believe I should be heading home to my darling Alcina. Thank you for the visit, Miranda. I’ll see you again soon, I’m sure. *Grins at Miranda*

Mother Miranda: *Clears her throat and nods, backs into a table on accident, curses, leaves the room*

Y/N: Shall we go, bellisima? (Gorgeous) *Holds out their arm for Donna to grasp*

Donna: *Cheeks on fire, nods quickly, grips Y/N’s arm*

At the castle

Y/N: Ah, home sweet home. Thank you so much for walking with me, Donna. It’s such a pretty day. I’m glad I was able to spend a bit of it with someone just as lovely. *Winks at Donna*

Donna: *Stammers out a goodbye, blushes, walks off*

Y/N: *Turns around to face the castle* It’s good to be back. *Goes in*

Donna: *Walks down the pathway, falls in a bush because she was so distracted by Y/N*

Y/N: *Strolls into the foyer*

The Dimi sisters: *All swarm in and surround Y/N*

Y/N: *Smiles* Hello, girls. I trust you’re all doing well?

Cass: *Snorts at Y/N* Why are you talking like that, Fancy Pants?

Y/N: *Smiles and pats Cass’s head* Oh, Cassandra. Always the kidder, aren’t you?

Bela and Dani: *Look at each other in disbelief*

Cass: *Suddenly alarmed, puts a hand on Y/N’s forehead* Are you feeling alright, Y/N?

Dani: Yeah, you seem kinda… Different.

Bela: *Mutters under her breath* Definitely less obnoxious…

Y/N: *Laughs* Of course, my dears. I’m just looking for your mother. Have you seen her?

Bela: Um… Well, the last time I saw her, she was working in her study.

Y/N: *Chuckles and shakes their head* Quite the worker bee we have on our hands, hmm? Thank you, lovey. *Gently pinches Bela’s cheek, walks upstairs*

Bela: …

Cass: …

Dani: … Is Y/N dying?

In the study

Y/N: *Walks in* Hello, my love. I hope I’m not interrupting.

Alcina: *Snaps her head up to look at Y/N, has never heard them be so polite, narrows her eyes* What did you do, draga?

Y/N: *Confused, crosses the room to where Alcina is sitting* I’ve simply come back from a visit with Miranda, my dear. Can I get you a glass of wine? I saw a particularly lovely vintage sitting out in the parlor.

Alcina: *Cannot believe what she’s hearing* Why are you not screaming for a new toy or causing chaos? Are you getting sick, draga? *Places a hand on Y/N"s forehead*

Y/N: *Chuckles and winks at Alcina* My love, I’m fine. Cassandra asked me the same thing, though. *Takes Alcina’s hand and kisses it*

Alcina: *Eyes widen, blushes from Y/N’s charm*

Y/N: *Rests a hand on Alcina’s cheek* You look a bit flushed yourself, now that you mention it, my love. Why don’t you go lie down in your bed. I want to take care of you, dearest.

Alcina: *Blushes harder, nods her head* O-oh, t-that may be a good idea, draga.

Y/N: *Grins at her, leans in close, pecks her on the lips, whispers* Good girl.

Alcina: *Stiffens, gasps, then relaxes*

Y/N: *Confused, grabs one of Alcina’s hands* My love, are you alright?

Alcina: … I think I just had an orgasm.

Note: This was way too much fun to write.

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#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento

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chantsdemarins · 27 days

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😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at…you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x Reader #Tom Hiddleston fan fic #foot lover #meet cute

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muffinsin · 4 months

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I got another idea and this one stems from my back fetish and you can pick Cassandra or bela cuz they’re my favorites.

Cassandra/bela, they have a backache caused by stressed or something, they demand or ask their (female) pet to give them a back massage and the woman eagerly does it. Cassandra/bela lay on their stomach on their stomach without wearing a top (or their dress, whatever it is they’re wearing) and the pet starts massaging them, but she gets too into it and starts tracing her fingers on the back muscle lines (and if you want to add she traces the scratches from previous night of the sisters’s rough fucking them), the sisters take notice of what their pet is doing and you can write what happens next.

I got too carried away in writing this (and hope it made sense), but fuck, I wish I could just massage their backs and trace every muscle line and then bite them.

So if you want, can you do this request? It can be a headcanon or a story whichever you prefer.

👀😮‍💨😳yes.!!! I’ll take Cassandra because I hc she has more muscles and marks on her skin, but I might do a separate Bela version because this is some good soup-

Masterlist

“Pet, attend me”

You jump to attention. Cassandra eyes you for a moment as you drop the cloth in your hand. Dusting off her trophies would need to wait, she required, no, demanded your assistance now.

She groaned lowly as she moved to the bed, her body aching. Perhaps she should have listened to her sisters regarding taking a small break before she went to hunt again. But winter was approaching and she wanted to get as much prey as she could before she would be locked inside again.

It seemed, her body now paid her back for this. Her entire back and her shoulders felt sore and ached, arms tired from swinging her sickle all day, back and shoulders causing her pain whenever she moved. Perhaps she should have dragged that one particularly lycan behind her instead of carrying it…

No matter, she decided.

You watched with wide eyes as she undid the corset on her, easily tugging the strings off. She had no time to deal with them, nor to have you fiddle with them. You adored the display of strength as they snapped under her sharp nails

“Come here”, she commanded as she sat on the bed. She climbed inside and laid on her stomach, her face resting on her arms and gloved hands.

“My back is sore, pet”, she groaned, moving her shoulders and gritting her teeth at the unpleasant feeling it caused.

“Attend to it”

You wasted no time, kicking off your shoes as you climbed into the large bed as well.

Your gloved hands found her shoulders, kneading softly through the dress. She groaned slightly.

“Off”, she commanded, then. And again, you obeyed her command so eagerly, hands finding the zipper of her dress as you pulled it down, revealing strong muscles and partly smooth, partly scarred skin. You blushed upon noticing the scratches along her backside left by your nails only the previous night.

She growled, and you quickly understood the warning and got to work.

Below your gloved hands, Cassandra groaned and moaned into her arms. You just wish you had massage oil, you think, as you take in her backside.

It’s then that you take proper notice of her back, strong and muscular, warm and pale.

You tug off your gloves and toss them next to you and bite your lip as your hands come in contact with her flesh again. Her skin is soft under your touch and kneading fingers, her muscles visible.

She shivers at your bare touch, your fingers gripping her shoulders tightly as you massage them. She moans whenever you dig the palm of your hand in or your thumb, working hard and obediently to get those awful knots out.

She considers making a mental note to reward you should you keep up your good behavior.

You attempt to focus on your task, your hands massaging and kneading. She is turned into mush below you, groaning and humming. She is pleased with your work.

Soon the tension in her shoulder lessens, yet you can’t peel your hands away. It is such a rare thing, touching the brunette woman.

The skilled huntress is somewhat of a rare treasure, touching whatever she desires, yet untouched by nearly all but a few selected ones.

You could keep on touching her forever and nearly whine when you hear her speak.

“Good pet, now my back”, she orders. Your hands shake slightly as they travel lower, as if scared to touch the brunette’s back.

Your thighs nearly press together when your skin comes in contact with her again. She raises an eyebrow at this and you squeak. You hadn’t realized in your earlier hurry that you straddled the back of her thigh to hover over her and access her back.

You recover fast enough, your hands kneading her flesh. Her lifted head leans down again as she rests it against her arms.

You catch yourself staring, but can’t help it.

You massage her, and hold your breath as your index finger reaches out, stroking over one of the marks you had left on her. You feel the urge to press your legs together and deny it.

Bare hands glide over smooth muscles and scars. You jump when she clears her throat. She isn’t facing you, but she doesn’t need to.

“Did I allow you to stop, pet?”

You shake your head, then correct yourself: “No, Mistress Cassandra”, you answer obediently.

You breathe shakily as your hands set back on her back. Never before were you granted to see and touch her backside properly.

And it turned you on to no end.

Soon, after mere minutes of desperately trying to concentrate on your task at hand, you are distracted again.

This time, the brunette does not intervene.

You are oblivious to her still position as she waits for what you will do, too focused on the woman’s skin. Your fingertips dip between her muscles, tracing the lines and marks on her.

You find scars across her back and torso, small, usually, caused by claws if you had to guess. You expect no less from the huntress. Your eyes find the marks you had left on her.

A whimper passed your lips. You can’t help but thrust forwards with your hips.

You trace them, enjoying the pink lines caused by your nails. You align them again, fascinated and aroused as you think of how you had caused them.

Another thrust of your hips. You moaned softly. You were so lost in the pleasure.

Cassandra did not have her head turned but was all but oblivious to your actions. Her claws tore into the bedsheets as you leaned down and she felt your warm, unsteady breath against her back.

She waited for a moment longer, until your lips lingered on her skin.

You gasped, eyes widening when the body under you dissolves into flies and you drop on the bed. Your breathing quickens when she reappears on top of you, hips pressed against your backside harshly, a hand gripping both your wrists.

You had ventured too far, you realized with a blush. And now you were nothing but prey that got lost and found themselves trapped by their pursuer.

“A greedy pet, aren’t you?”, she speaks lowly. You gasp as she presses you up against the mattress harder, lifting your uniform’s skirt. She laughs at your drenched cunt, exposed due to her rule forbidding you underwear when in her room. After all, this was her domain.

You gasp when a finger pushes inside your wet cunt. “I ask you to do a very simple task”, she whispers, adding a second inside before she started thrusting them in and out.

You moan for her, and she laughs loudly.

“Ease the tension in my muscles is all I ask of you”, she says. You groan when she curls her fingers, thrusting hard and fast, then uncurls them and adds a third. You whimper, you’re painfully wet and she knows it fully well.

“And yet you do nothing but misbehave and use me for your filthy pleasure”, she adds. You gasp at the rough language, despite being used to it.

“You grope my back and hump my leg like a little slut in heat”, she speaks low but clearly.

You blush at this, remembering how you thrust your hips. You had forgotten her thigh was between your legs, then.

You feel close already, shamefully so. She knows just perfectly what she must do to control you. The brunette can tease, rile you up, make you cum and deny you at will.

Your nipples are hard, your thighs spread wide for her. You know she would merely keep them spread if you didn’t do it for her.

“And look at you now, getting off to Mistress using you”, she chuckles. “It seems, my sweet pet, since you failed at your task of easing my tension…”- she leaned in close, golden eyes on you and sharp teeth close to your face. Soft lips brushed against your ear -“, I must simply take it out on you”

{there will likely be a continuation/elaboration of this soon in the form of a proper oneshot ;)}

#cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu x reader

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Gifting your Husband Boudoir Photos

for your Anniversary

Featuring the MSBY Black Jackals

MSBY Black Jackals including Alexandre Joffe and Oriver Barnes x Female Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content

A/N: real talk, writers block and diminishing self-confidence in my writing has got me struggling. So please accept my these hcs whilst I work on others!

Shoyo Hinata

This absolute angel omg

It was via your friends suggestion that you make something for Shoyo to “take on the road”

You planned to take the photos right before your anniversary to surprises him

The photos turned out amazing and you looked incredible!

So why were you so nervous?

It’s not like your husband had never seen you like this

Maybe it was because the camera always seemed to add pounds and make every angle unflattering

Your photographer swore the pictures turned out amazing and since the photographs weren’t ready until the day of your anniversary, you didn’t get a chance to look at them

You quietly handed the box to Shoyo as he smiled at you

“What did you get me baby?” He asked as you shrugged and blushed

He carefully opened it, seeing the eloquent wrapping and album

“Is this an album of my greatest moments?” He joked as he slowly turned the cover over and opened the first page

He immediately slams it shut, eyes wide 😳

He looks at you, face bright red and slowly opens the book again

Please he has to check to make sure he’s not dreaming Yn 🤭

“I-I thought it would be something nice for you to have when you travel,” you say, playing innocently with your fingers in your lap

Your husband doesn’t hear you Yn, man’s is too busy scrolling the pages of your masterpiece

“Do you like it? I know some of the angles might not be that good-”

“YN these are all so fucking perfect, god you’re so perfect! I love you so much!” He says, grabbing you and hauling you into his lap

“Are they really that good?” You ask as you begin to look at the magnificent pictures in front of you

“Are you kidding Yn? How do you expect me to share a room with any of the guys when I have this book to look at?” Shoyo groans as you laugh

Don’t worry Yn, your husband is well taken care of

Shion Inunaki

I 100% know this man is so funny

Legit he’s probably the comic relief the Jackals need

This man doesn’t take life to seriously and neither do you

Matter of fact, you two often play pranks on each other

Lighthearted and fun tricks that keep things fun and keep your marriage entertaining

That’s why you decided to surprise your husband with the gift that keeps on giving

Pictures of you 🥰

You always joke with him about how he has a literal slideshow screensaver of you

So you thought you’d give him some “new material” 😌

“Geez Yn what’s in this box a brick?” Your husband says unwrapping the giant box

“Yes Shion because nothing says ‘I love you’ like a brick,” you say, rolling your eyes

Your husband laughs, opening the tissue paper to see a white photo album

“Awe babe you redid our wedding album?” he says opening the book

What a naive boy 😅

His eyes widen when he sees the first photo, instantly shutting it and looking around

You sit there, a huge smirk on your face as your husband eyes lock with yours

“YN you’re naked in these!” He whisper shouts as you burst out laughing

“Just thought you’d like a little inspiration to think about during a game,” you winked as your husband carefully thumbed thought every single page

“The fact that you think I’ll ever be able to focus on volleyball again with you looking like this, fuck YN!” He said as he studied every picture

“I mean, I have the outfits if you need more inspiration,” you said

Your husbands eyes snapped up and he quickly stood, grabbing your hand and tugging you to your bedroom

“Fuck those photos, I want the real thing!”

Atsumu Miya

This man wants to show his gorgeous wife off to every single person he knows

“Hey there, nice to meet you! This is my beautiful wife YN Miya!”

“Hey, great spike! Have I told you about how amazing my wife YN Miya is?”

Atsumu is that flashy husband who is so incredibly proud of you in everything you do

So when you surprise him with the gift of boudoir photos

Oh boy 🥵

This man will absolutely D I E on the spot

“What’s this princess?” Your husband asks as he opens the gift

“Since you won’t be around for our anniversary, I wanted to give you my gift a little early,” you say, smiling brightly

He opens the gift, while simultaneously talking

“Babe, I haven’t had a chance to get you a gif- 😳,” your husband stops, mid sentence as he stares at the photos in front of him

Man’s is silent

Yn you better take a picture for Samu and Suna because you know they are going to want to see a speechless Atsumu 😂

“Yn is this you?” He asks

You 👉🏻😐 who else would it be?

“Baby, seriously? Fuck are these even real?? This is an illusion, pinch me I’m dreaming,” he says

Say less, you run and pinch him take every chance you get Yn!

“Ouch! Well shit, I guess I’m not dreaming! Babe, fuck you look incredible!” He says, drooling on page after page of your gorgeous figure

“You like them?” You say, all giddy

“Are ya kidding me? Can we make canvas prints of these? I we need one over our bed and over the fireplace, hell we need one in every room!” He says taking out his phone and taking pictures

“Babe, what are you doing?” You ask as he carefully turns the pages

“Taking photos for a slideshow! No way I’m traveling with this piece of artwork!” He says as you laugh, kissing your husband

Kiyoomi Sakusa

The man who does not expect it at all

His sweet, innocent wife doing such a grand gesture for him??

It took a lot of courage for you to do these and you were looking forward to sharing them with your husband

You’d always been proud of the way you looked and so was Kiyoomi

He loved you so much and practically worshipped you

On your anniversary, you decided to surprise him with the photos

You’d been married for a year now and he had been traveling a lot for the Jackals

You missed him and wanted to give him something incredibly special 🥰

“YN, what the heck? This box is huge!” He said, grabbing it from you as you sat next to him and smiled

“I wanted to give you something special Omi, something nobody else in the world has!” You smiled

“Damn, something nobody else has?” He said, unwrapping the box and taking out the book

He unties the ribbon and slowly opens to the first page

A hand written note says “To the love of my life, Happy Anniversary! Love YN”

“Awe babe, you didn’t-” he says before immediately stopping, his breath hitching at the sight of the first photo

“He looks at the photo, then at you, then back to the photo

Then he turns the page to look at another photo before setting the album down in front of him, wiping his hand down his face

“Kiyoomi, don’t you like them?” You asked as his shocked eyes meet yours

“YN, liking them isn’t the problem. I need to prepare myself to look at such beauty,” he says as you giggle

He picks up the book and carefully looks at every page, groaning when he sees a particular picture he likes

He carefully sets the book down, picking up his phone and opening his texting app

“What are you doing Omi?” You ask

“Texting captain that I won’t be in tomorrow, because there’s no way I can be expected to practice with those images plastered in my mind.”

Kotaro Bokuto

Hype husband for life

Literally this man gets so excited the minute he sees you

He’s the idiot that’s frantically waving to you in the crowd screaming “THATS MY WIFE!”

Literally he’s so in love with you YN 🥹

So when you gift him boudoir pictures

Oh lawd YN watch yourself 😂

Literally this man will just sit and watch you undress, eyes glimmering

How do you think he will react?

“A present for me?” Your husband screeches as you giggle and hand it to him

He immediately rips it open, zero chill ✋🏻

“Ko calm down its delicate!” You say as he looks at you

“You got me something delicate? YN didn’t Akaashi say never to get me anything that could break?” He says as you laugh

“Not that kind of delicate Ko, just open it slowly,” you say as your husband nods and carefully opens the book

“Ohh I love books Yn!” He says opening the book wide, his eyes landing on a stunning picture of you holding a sheet over your nude body

He quickly slammed the books shut, gulping loudly as sweat forms on his brows

“YN uhh- did you know you’re naked in these photos?” He says as you laugh

“Yes Ko, I took boudoir photos just for you!” You say

“For me?” He beams as he opens the book again and studies every single page

“Baby, you are so pretty! I can’t believe how beautiful you are!” He says as you gush at how adorable he is

“Awe I’m glad you like them Ko!” You say, squeezing his bicep

“I like them a lot, actually so much that I uh-kind of have a problem now,” he says as you see the very prominent issue appearing his his grey sweatpants

“Come on silly, let me help you with that!”

Adriah Tomas

Another man who just worships his wife

He’s like SIX FOOT SEVEN INCHES tall Yn 🥵

Ugh he’s such an attentive and supportive husband

Literally going out of his way to help you with whatever you need

He works hard at practice then comes home and helps in whatever way he can

We love all the support!

So much so that you decided it was time to give him something special in return!

Adriah is the type of man to never ask for anything

He’s so hard to buy gifts for because like he never tells you he wants anything!

So for your 3 year anniversary, you decide to take matters into your own hands

By getting him a special gift, a gift only you can give him

Now unfortunately he was traveling for your anniversary so you couldn’t give him the gift in person

Instead you decided to send it to him 🙃

He had no idea it was coming, so when he got back to his hotel room, he opened it, smiling when he saw it was from his gorgeous wife

Immediately he opened the book, peering at the first picture and slamming the book closed

His eyes widen as he frantically searched for his phone, FaceTiming you as quickly as he could

“Hey babe!” You answered nonchalantly

“YN what he heck are you doing sending me this?” Adriah said in a whisper shout

“What you don’t like it?” You said, big puppy dog eyes on display

“Baby, I fucking love it but god, what if the guys had seen this!” He said quickly peeking at some of the other pictures in the book and groaning

“Well then they would know how hot your wife is,” you said shrugging

“Babe, nobody gets to see you like this except for me ok?” He said as you laughed

“Adriah I know! I just wanted you to have something special while you were on the road,” you said as he smiled back

“I love it baby, thank you but do you think you might have to sometime to umm, FaceTime for a while,” he said, blushing as you smirked

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll help take care of you.”

Shugo Meian

This man THIS MAN 😩

Ugh god YN you are one lucky lady let me tell you!

This man is such an all star husband

Seriously, he is incredible!

Literally so supportive and your #1 fan no matter what you do!

He travels a lot but he always makes time for you, whether it be sending a text or FaceTiming

He even sends gifts and flowers just to make sure you know he’s thinking of you

Your husband was coming back from a few weeks on the road and you decided to surprise him with a boudoir photo shoot for your anniversary

Oh but you didn’t stop there Yn, no you pictures you most favorite picture and made a whole full size canvas of that baby 😍

You hung it up, above your bed as a big surprise for your husband

You knew he’d be coming home so you “pretend”to be busy in your master bedroom so you’d get to see his reaction first hand

“Babe, where are you?” Your husband said, bag hitting the floor as he immediately searched for you

“I’m the bedroom love!” You shout as you heard the door open

“You didn’t greet me at the door- HOLY SHIT!” He said, stopping in his tracks as he peered at the giant canvas of your gorgeous figure above your marital bed

“Surprise!” You shout, your husbands mouth falling slack ad he just stares

“Shugo, hello? Earth to Shugo!” You said approaching him as you waved your hand in front of his face

“YN is that really you?” He asked as you laughed and nodded

He grabbed you close, eyes still locked on the portrait

“Fuck baby, you look incredible! That’s my gorgeous wife holy crap!” He said as you grabbed the rest of the photos on the bed and handed them to him

“Here’s the rest of the prints from the photo shoot,” you said as he flipped through the pages, drool practically falling from his open mouth

“Damn baby! Are you trying to push me to retire or what?” He said as you laughed and hugged him

“Nah just trying to give you a little incentive to keep coming home to me,” you said as he hugged and kissed you

“Baby that’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about.”

Alexandre Joffe

Our resident skyscraper

God what an incredible addition to MSBY

Kudos to the drafting team for that one and high fives to our queen for bagging this hot ass man 🥵

Literally he’s so in love with you Yn it’s kind of gross

Like I totes see him as one of those guys who just loves to relax and chill at home, watching movies or shows all day

Hes also one of those guys who will give you 500 kisses before leaving you to go on the road

He hates leaving for so long and you hate it too

So that’s why , for your first anniversary you decided to surprise him with a special something

A friend of yours had done boudoir photos for her husband and suggested them to you

You immediately booked an appointment and got the photos done

Alexandre was set to leave the next day so you decided to surprise him before he left

“Babe what’s this? Our anniversary isn’t for a few weeks yet,” he said slowly unwrapping the gift

“I know but you won’t be here for our anniversary and well, I wanted you to have it for on the road,” you said smiling

He smiled back, leaning over to kiss you as he opened the gift

“A photo album?” He questioned as you nodded

He looked confused but went with the flow anyways

Then he opened it and immediately his eyes shot open, hands planting on both sides of the kitchen counter as he leaned over to look at your gorgeous body

You watched as he studied the pictures for what seemed like hours

“So?” You asked, playing with your fingers nervously

“So I’m wondering how much of a fine I’ll get if I fly out in a few days vs tomorrow,” he said, quickly grabbing you and hoisting you over his shoulder

“Alexandre! What the hell?” You laughed as he hauled you to the bedroom, stopping as he turned around quickly grabbing the book

“Can’t forget this!” He said as he ran with you and the book to your bedroom

Oriver Barnes

This man is so chill, I adore him!

He just seems like the kind of guy to take life one day at a time

He’s also like 6’9” so like 🫡

Honestly I’m so sick of you Yn 😐

This man is such a sweet and loving husband

The kind who would literally lay down in a puddle of mud and let you walk over him in order to keep your feet dry

He’s always opening doors, holding your hand and kissing your forehead

A giant sweetheart!

He works so hard and you think he deserves a special something

You pondered for a while what you could possibly gift your sweet husband

You wanted something special and unique

That’s when the idea to do a boudoir shoot came to you

Your husband always told you he loved when you wore lingerie so why not give him pictures he could cherish forever

Especially one very special image of you, naked in his MSBY Jersey 👀

Oof he will simply die YN

In fact, you had the print made into a canvas for your bedroom

You came out of the room, giant canvas wrapped up and handed it to your husband

“YN what is this?” He said taking the large wrapped gift and laying it on the counter

“Just a little something,” you said as you husband took a bit of his food and opened his gift

His eyes widened as he began to choke on his food, coughing

“Babe are you ok?” You asked as your husband nodded quickly, eyes widening as he saw your form spread on the canvas

“Angel, fuck you look incredible in my jersey! Fuck look at you,” he said, gently caressing the canvas as he studied it

“You like it? I thought we could put it in our bedroom!” You said, smiling

“Are you kidding? Im carrying this everywhere I go Yn!” He said, hauling it under his arm and grabbing your hand as you giggled”

“Where are we going?” You laughed

“To get my jersey, I need to see Mrs. Barnes in it right now!”

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