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mamayan · 8 months

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★彡THE QUEEN’S DOG☆彡

Yandere! Knight! Obanai x Princess! Reader

Synopsis: Your loyal Knight would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.

TW: Murder • Massacre • Knight/Princess • Yandere Themes • NSFW • Oral (F)(M) • Dubcon (initial) • Mild gore description • Happy Ending

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @ahashiraswife Thank you for the idea and inspiration♥️ Happy ending just for you!

It’s pitiful.

The scene before him so tragic he feels as if the air in his lungs has been stolen. There you lay, his Master, tearfully clutching a pillow to your chest while you attempt to stifle your cries.

You always do. No one in this entire palace or kingdom knew as much as him, how strong and compassionate you are, and how much suffering you endure quietly. Not for your own sake, but for that of others. Unworthy civilians and aristocrats alike, you smile and bare their sins upon your shoulders. He’s been a silent shadow for you, since the day you saved him all those years ago from his disgusting family, Obanai has dutifully devoted his entirety to you. His Master. His Princess.

Yet not even a full day has passed since you told him he could no longer serve by your side.

The memory making veins appear on the sides of his face, his scars tugging painfully as he grits his teeth.

Yes, his sweet and lovely Master, you, told him he was free. As if someone as filthy as him could ever be free, the closest he’s ever got being by your side alone.

The King had declared your marriage partner as the 5th prince of some low neighboring kingdom, hardly worth a rock compared to the jewel in which you were. It was an insult meant just for you, because your political standing had been slowly rising higher than the King’s himself. Your father merciless even to his own children. You hadn’t even been attempting to over shadow him, his own incompetence just being displayed better due to your charitable heart.

As revenge for doing your duties perfectly, the King has set to marry you off to a pathetic and unworthy prince.

Everyone was unworthy of you in his eyes.

A soft movement around his neck drew his attention to Kaburamaru. The white snake looking in your direction as well, as if offering his own silent consolation to your sorrows.

Sorrows that soon wouldn’t matter, his hand tightening around his blade as his eyes narrowed.

“Princess—!” You were awoken from your tear induced slumber by your closest lady’s maid, her expression drained of blood and horrified.

“Princess, we must leave at once, your life is in danger—!” Her hushed but trembling whisper has your attention, as you realize the palace is deathly silent when it would usually be bustling around this time of evening. Balls or parties hosted by your lavishly spending family.

Instead it’s still and chilly.

Wrong

You’re out of bed quickly, aware that as a member of the royal family, you are in constant danger of losing your life. Whether from internal or external strife, especially as a disposable Princess.

You look for him, eyes scanning for his familiar figure and worry nagging in your mind for his safety as you realize he isn’t here.

Why wasn’t he here? Your most trusted guard, your closest friend admittedly too…

You told him to leave.

Your heart sinks with a bit of melancholy. It was better this way then, he’s suffered so much in his life, shouldn’t he be freed at last? From the shackles of your position, from the drama and thorns inside this palace, and from the hatred he still holds in his heart towards himself.

“Princess—please!” You’re being dragged towards the secret chamber located in your room. The hidden lever pulled to reveal a passage leading into the inner palace where an exit existed. You’d likely rendezvous with your family if they were safe. You drew close your outer sleep robe, the chill of the stone passage ways seeping into you and causing your teeth to minutely clatter. Your lady’s maid keeping you moving quickly, fear and adrenaline moving you both.

As you near the end and prepare to take a left turn out to exit the palace, you spot a sight of pure carnage and horror.

Blood everywhere, splattered up even onto the tunnel ceiling, with rivers flowing from common palace knights before you. Their corpses piled as if to act as a blockade, and the echoed steps behind you alert you to someone coming after you from your bedroom.

You drag your lady’s maid and rush to the right, your exit clearly blocked out of the palace that way, but you knew of several other secret spots to release you from the confines of your home. The sobs and cries she made breaking your heart, but you knew you both needed to stay clear headed to survive.

“I know it’s scary, but please keep moving! We’ve got other exists as well.”

“B-but Princess— they were all dead—!”

“I know… I know.” You pulled yourself together anyway, fear and terror propelling you faster until you were the one dragging your lady’s maid. Her feet tripping behind her as she began slowing and dragging you down.

“My lady—! Please don’t leave me, I don’t want to die—ah…” you stop in horror as you look back and realize she’d stopped, halting you as well.

Through her chest was a wavy blade.

“What…?” You freeze, stupidly you freeze, as you watch the blade exit your servant’s chest as she drops dead to the floor before you.

Your eyes travel from her dead body up to the one who killed her. Before your eyes is the one person you trusted unconditionally.

“Obanai…” you whisper his name, dazed and unsure of the reality happening around you.

The bandages around his lower face had spots of blood dotting them, his loose robes also soaked from the torso down, dark red dripping onto the stone floors. His normally lavender blade saturated in red.

“…O-Obanai…” The tremble in your voice and hushed whisper pathetic. Nothing like the dignity a Princess should have, but even so, tears leak down your cheeks as conclusions can be made.

Were you going to die now?

His hand lifted, and with the same attitude as always, Obanai pointed a finger at your dead lady in waiting.

“Unforgivable… Master, she was trying to drag you down with her. She’s not loyal to you at all! That thing isn’t worth keeping alive.” The conviction in his tone has you standing on unsteady feet. Fear and dread consuming you despite the one you adore and love being the one to inflict it.

“Stop… Obanai I’m ordering you to stop!” Your cry doesn’t shake his resolve in the least, in fact, it merely solidifies his feelings. This kingdom, this palace, these people… none of them are worthy of your tears which you shed. He’s well aware he isn’t worthy either… but at least his loyalty is true. He would never waver like that woman slowing you down and begging for her life.

He’d never liked her, her eyes always greedily taking in your jewelry or clothing. She believed she was clever when she begged for rewards despite her salary and pay being one of the highest of any servant. A greedy and disgusting woman which should’ve never been by your side.

He moved slowly, because though it pained him in his heart to scare you, he also wanted you to see.

The freedom which he’s given you, which you deserve.

You act according to plan, turning and running. Your footsteps fading as Obanai stops to observe. His lips turn down in disgust as he eyes the corpse before him disdainfully.

“Disgraceful.” He mutters lowly, turning and walking the opposite direction in which you ran.

It’s so quiet you want to scream. The once ornate walls and beautiful bustling palace now a wasteland of corpses. Severed heads and limps strewn about, the massacre leaving you struggling to breathe. You stumble through it all, blurry vision looking for any signs of life. Your feet carrying you not from the palace, but towards the throne room.

You knew if this was entirely his work… even if you ran your fate was sealed.

Dead

All of them. Your father’s bloody and beaten body the only one different from the others which had been cut down.

You held no personal attachment to them, no, but it didn’t make the image any easier to stomach.

“Master has always been too kind. You always stay true to your heart no matter how corrupt the world is outside. He didn’t deserve to sit on that throne…” you turn, eyes staring vacantly at your once trusted and beloved Knight. “You deserve to sit there though…” his eyes meet your own. Yellow and turquoise, eyes he complains over, which you’ve endlessly told him how beautiful they were. They looked the same, which terrified you more, because was he always capable of this?

Was the catalyst you telling him to retire and be free from this nightmare? You didn’t have any answers.

Your knees hit the soft carpeted floors, a dull thud all that rings as a minor ache travels up your legs.

Obanai walks carefully, as if he’s scared of making you even more fearful of him. You note blankly his clothing and bandages have been changed.

He cleaned up while you looked at the dead bodies of your family and the palace.

He stops before you, your eyes staring at his thighs silently as you wonder if he plans to make it quick.

He crouches down, Kaburamaru sneaking out to peak curiously at you. Your shoulders are slumped in defeat, tear streaked cheeks and disheveled appearance only furthering the image in Obanai’s mind that you need him. Only he can protect you, his belief that you had no need for worthless subjects by your side. While he’s not clean himself, he doesn’t mind taking on dirty tasks like cleaning up vermin around you like this, not at all.

It’s his honor to serve you, his savior.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” His calm demeanor leaving you pliant in his hold, your mind truly incapable of comprehending all the mess which has unfolded tonight. Picked up in his arms, he takes you back through the carnage all the way to your bedroom, the only place in the palace untouched or sullied.

He walks you over to the bed, setting you down and moving a step back to observe you for a moment.

His silence leaving you quaking with distress, your eyes looking up to his.

“You’re not… going to kill me too?”

There, in your bed looking so pitiful and sad, Obanai is overcome with an overwhelming need to protect you. To keep you safe. Away from the nightmares which plague you and hostility in every word thrown your way.

He wants to destroy this kingdom for the harm which it’s done to you.

And the words which won’t leave his heart, which he can’t help but feel each and every time he looks at your pure and perfect picture.

He wants to ruin you. Dirty you with his filthy hands and blood, drag you to hell with him and bask in the satisfaction of having you as his own. Corrupt you so throughly you can’t live without him.

It’s you who told him he was beautiful after all. His face, his scars, his blood. His eyes dance over the locket he had given you recently, the golden chain with jewels matching his eyes subtle but lovely on you.

He’s fighting, internally as you watch quiet, for the winning side.

He wants to protect you and he knows he’s not even worthy to lick your shoe—but he wants to similarly push your face into the floor and make you cry and scream for mercy only he can bestow.

Something wins… as he seems to settle and calm down, raising his head to look into your eyes once more. Holding your gaze steadily as he steps forward.

Obanai allows Kaburamaru to slither onto the floor, letting his friend keep watch for anyone foolish enough to interrupt.

His hands shaking as he moves to unwrap his hideous appearance.

Just like the first time, and the followings times after, you don’t flinch. Your eyes don’t waver, and while fear is still in your depths he knows it’s not form his appearance but his actions. He’s not delusional.

“I love you.” He speaks without the bandages, his scars on display for you.

“I love you.” He repeats.

You can barely swallow past the lump in your throat, emotion gripping you tightly. You’re shaking terribly as he sets a knee on the bed, torso and face leaning closer to your own.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, before he finally indulges the madness inside of him, kissing you.

I know, you wanted to say, but his tongue is quick to slip inside your mouth, clumsy and without any indication. You choke a bit, moving away to turn and cough, but his hands are gripping your face and turning you back for him to kiss again.

Licking over your lips and forcing your jaw to open again, Obanai is messy in his passion. He’s trembling with you, though his reasons are for holding back more than fear. He’s certainly nervous, but excitement seems to be winning.

“You’re so perfect. So kind and wonderful. I don’t deserve you.” His lips only disconnect with your own so he can whisper his heart to you. The straw which broke the camels back, letting loose a dam of emotions.

“I want you. I need you. You need me too, don’t you?” He bites a little too hard on your lower lip, you sharply jerking in his hold only causation for him to grip you tighter.

True to his love for serpents, he’s wrapped around you like one, constricting you almost to the point of pain. You taste blood as your tears flow, unable to fight back despite his lean stature. His strength not matching his appearance in the least as he pins you to the bed. Greedily drinking your swollen lips which he’d kissed and bitten. His eyes full of desire and awe, as he goes to kiss you again, not letting you deny his advances.

“I need you… I need you… I need you…” his whiny voice slightly hissing his speech as his hands begin to wander and grab at your clothing.

“You need me too.” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself.

Even as the tears and sorrows in your heart flow out, you realize brokenly how terrible this all is. His desperate whimpers against your mouth, his mindless babbling, and the atrocities he’s committed in your name.

If you push him away, what will happen come day when the nobles come for morning court? Their King and royal family slaughtered and all but a fragile and politically weak Princess remains. Sure, you’re loved by the people, but you’d be a puppet for their play at the very minimum. Married to some noble’s son looking to rule, shoved to a corner of the palace and forgotten.

Even if this massacre had never occurred… would you be any better off either?

“I love you… please…” he sounds more broken than you, his eyes soft and watery as he looks down on you with those pretty eyes you love so dearly.

Your loyal servant, your faithful knight. He didn’t mean it all did he? He wanted to protect you… or at least that’s what you’d make yourself believe.

Because in the end, no one in the royal family is ever innocent, and you knew your survival rested now in his hands.

Your resolve strengthened by your survival instinct, your hands slowly moving to wrap around his neck and hug him closer.

“I love you too…” and though these words are spoken in a husky whisper from your lips, and though tears pool down your cheeks, Obanai is overcome with joy. Your fate is sealed, but you’re a brilliant tactician in the end. Isn’t this the best route anyway? You’d sit as the power holder on the throne with his strength and the aid of your allies.

So you kiss back, less clumsy than him, more confident and sure because though he’s capable of disastrous violence, he’s still Obanai. Your sweet guard with a slightly immature attitude and a loyal heart.

It doesn’t take much to flip your positions, his body happy to fulfill whatever you desire as you break from his lips to kiss his face. Kiss his scars which he hates so much but you love, because they meant he survived. Down to his neck your lips follow, sucking a few marks and pulling a few needy moans from his lips.

Despite his evident intentions, it’s you leading. You keeping this violent man on a leash. Your hands move, slipping beneath his clothes to feel the skin of his bare chest.

“Master—“ he’s breathing heavily beneath you as you lean back and take in his disheveled appearance very similar to your own.

You don’t answer with anything but a tired smile and stained face, weakly beginning to remove your nightgown.

Obanai is captivated. Your skin slowly being revealed to his eyes, the most he’s ever seen as he sees your breasts bare before him. Your nipples hardened by the cool air and adrenaline which had been dumped into your system earlier.

“C-can I touch…?” He sounds so unsure, so sweet and meek, and you’re nearly convinced he is before reminding yourself firmly of what he’s capable of.

“Please,” you nod, gripping his wrists and bringing his hands to your chest. You’re resting over his abdomen, but when you relax and fully sit back, you feel his erection pressing into your ass.

Obanai is an eager lover, hands moving to cup and squeeze, to softly tug on your nipples until you’re grinding back into him. Your little moans fuel to the fire in his chest as he leans up to lick and suck. Leaving a trail of salvia in his wake.

He pulls back too soon, but he’s quickly removing his clothing and encouraging you to as well.

There’s no real time for you to regret and reminisce, not in a world like yours and especially not when his eyes are so bright. You’re kissing him again, as his hands explode and map your naked figure, pampered from a life indoors and so soft. Your wet heat leaving a sticky mess over his hard cock, you sneak a quick glance down at the tip peaking out between your thighs, reddened and engorged.

He’s not exceptionally long, but he’s certainly thick and slightly worrisome when it comes to fitting inside you.

“If you look at it like that…” his words snap you from your daze, eyes meeting his as you realize you’d been staring for a minute.

“I—w-will it fit?” your question is simple, practical even, but his reaction is anything but.

“Fuck, I’ll make it…” he’s muttering to himself more than speaking to you, an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you face first against his clavicle. This position forcing your ass up in the air, where he uses his free and to dip behind you and run a finger through your messy folds.

“You’re wet…” he doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger inside, moaning at the feel of you wrapped around him. Your walls tightly flexing as he curls his finger, you gasp and moan as you relax, delighting him.

“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good?” He’s watching you intently, every reaction you make noted in detail in his mind. You don’t get to answer as he slides another finger inside you, your hands finding purchase on his firm shoulders as your hips wiggle.

“You’re so beautiful… so soft…” his light praise is intoxicating as you further throw the tragedies of today from your mind and let him pleasure you. “You get tighter when I do this,” you jolt against him, pushing your face into his neck while your back further arches, his fingers becoming soaked in your slick. “I can add another…?” You mewl right against his ear, a shiver of pleasure wracking his body at the new sensation. “Obanai♡” your hips are pushing against his hand now, trying to take his fingers deeper inside your greedy cunt, your tongue lolling out to lick and suck at his neck.

Obanai jerks under you, hissing in pleasure as you nip and suck at the tender areas of his neck, groaning and whining as his hand speeds up.

“You’re shaking so much… are you going to cum?” His observations spot on as you shake your ass and further arouse Obanai, his eyes heavy lidded watching you.

“I’m… I think m’gonna—yes—ngh—♡!”

Your slurred speech against his neck as you cum is erotic, your wet lips parted and panting as your pussy gushes and spasms with his fingers deep inside you. You go pliant, panting and breathing hard as you return back from your high. Obanai softly patting your head with his hand not soaked in your cum, bringing the one that is up to his lips for a taste.

He licks his fingers like one might when they steal a taste of some icing or whipped cream. Sucking his entire finger into his mouth and groaning, his eyes sliding and finding yours to hold as he cleans his entire hand.

“You’re going to do that again.”

Your eyes widen, bewildered as you realize he means another orgasm.

“But what about—“ you’re on your back quickly, Obanai between your legs as his mouth opens and his long tongue takes a bold lick of your pussy.

You’re gripping his hair in an instant, your knight quick to catch on to your pleasure as his tongue slides inside your pussy. The feeling of the soft warm appendage moving and licking inside of you has your heels digging into the mattress and hips jerking up. “Obanai!” your shout startles him, his face quick to snap up and check on you, but you’re whining and yanking his face back down, grinding your pussy back onto his tongue. He takes the hint, sliding back inside of you while he works to absolutely devour you. You can’t help it, the feeling unlike your fingers or even his, stretching you open. Your fingers in his hair aren’t gentle, gripping the silky black strands tight as you moan and grind against his face, driving him wild as he works to send you over the edge again. The loud lapping of his tongue and squelching of your cunt almost matching the volume of your moans.

“A-again—!” is the only warning before you’re soaking his face. His moan of pleasure echoing yours, not pulling from your pussy even as you try to push him away. “N-no more, Obanai,” you pant and struggle until he finally relents, pulling back to look down at the mess you’d made.

His lower face glistening with your release, scars and lips glossy and making for a pretty picture in your head. His heterochromatic eyes look up your body to your face, widening as he sees the smile on your lips.

“Again?” He’s hesitant in asking, because you look mildly distressed at the prospect but equally enthralled with the idea.

Aren’t you a wicked woman? Having her way with her knight after he committed treason.

“I want you to feel good too.” Your sweet words echo in his heart, his chest feeling tight as he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss and pushing the taste of you on your own tongue. Obanai can’t help the nearly manic look in his eyes, swirling with obsession and happiness as he stares down at you.

“I love you.” A kiss. “I love you.” A deeper one. “I love you.” His tip lines up with your entrance. “I love you.” He’s pushing in, grunting as you cry out. “I—ah, I love you!” He’s pushing deep inside, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth as he grips your hips to bring you up closer.

“Thank you—,” he sounds emotional, his eyes a bit watery as he gives you the sweetest look, your chest aching before he’s pulling out and sliding in again.

You’re lost, as he begins a slow and steady pace, taking his time as he pulls you into his arms to kiss and whisper to you while his hips work to test how deep and fast he should go. His soft pants and moans right beside your ear, occasionally letting his tongue flick out and caress the shell while you tighten and mewl for him. “So pretty, I don’t deserve this but— I need you.” The desperation in his voice makes you believe him. “I don’t want freedom.” He holds eye contact, finally setting a steady but deep rhythm with his cock as he works you towards another orgasm. “I don’t want fortune or status.” A hand travels up your navel and grips your jaw, ensuring your focus is on him even though his soaked cock easily plunging into you now would say otherwise.

“I want you, only you, just you, be mine—“ it’s like he’s trying to cast a spell, “I’m already yours—ah, so be mine Princess, no— Queen.”

Your eyes widen, not just from the intense pleasure and slow burn building inside of you, but the title in which he calls you.

Queen

That’s right, without any other royal family members alive, you were the next in line.

Obanai knows you, even deeper than you know yourself at times. He sees it in your eyes, the urgency to do more but forced to stay silent due to your gender and birth rank. He knows you crave more, more power, more ability to be of use. While you smile and never show anyone the hardship you endure, he’s watching.

“So fucking tight— ah,” he’s whining loudly, a nearly boyish muffled moan against your neck making you close. “I want to cum, my Queen, please—“ despite his begging, his hips are moving faster, thrusting harder and erratically inside you while you wind even tighter listening and feeling him.

“Yes, m-me too, Obanai,” you pull his hair, eliciting a sensual groan as he pulls up so you can see him.

“I want to taste you too—,” your words have him nearly finishing then and there, his face scrunching into almost a pained expression as he tries to hold off until you finish.

It doesn’t take long, but feeling you cum but holding back his own has him almost passing out. His breathing coming to a halt as he grits his teeth and holds onto you for dear life.

“So good, oh, please I need—,” you’re gently pushing him away, his whine adorable as you slide to your hands and knees before him, opening your mouth similarly to those story books you keep hidden in your private library.

He tastes a bit spicy, his sweat and your slick combined an arousing combination as you lick and suck while Obanai does his best to stay still for you. His mind reeling as his hands twitch out at his sides, unsure where to put them. Unsure where to put himself, as his eyes roll back when you finally take him inside your warm wet mouth. Little tongue swirling around his tip so gently, it’s impossible not to release a choked cry and fill your mouth with his hot cum.

You’re kind enough to clean him up thoroughly, a bit of revenge for the earlier overstimulation he’d caused.

You both lay in your bed, taking a moment to just sit in silence.

And while Obanai pulls you into his embrace, you think logically as your hormones and earlier panic ease.

He’d saved you.

In the most irresponsible and inhumane way possible, but nonetheless, he’d saved you.

What to do now though, was up to you.

“I love you…I love you…” his murmurs lulling you to sleep as you come to a solution. Resting in your faithful but insane servant’s arms as exhaustion pulls you under. Your own words barely caught by Obanai, a soft muttering of “love you too…” before your following snores is his entire world. He glances apologetically at Kaburamaru, having forgotten his friend was keeping guard for a while during his passion.

Though his friend had no expression, he could feel the judgment nonetheless.

“Congratulations you Majesty, a peace treaty with XYZ has been at a stand still for nearly thirty years, and you’ve accomplished it!”

“Her Majesty looks so lovely, I wonder when the next royal ball will be.”

“Your Majesty, asking for advisory on the military rations on the border-“

“You Majesty—!”

You slump at your desk, relieved as the last meeting for the day ends and you can slouch inelegantly as you sigh.

Warm calloused hands come to your shoulders, massaging with the perfect strength to lessen the tension you hold.

“You need to rest, my Queen.” The sultry words in your ear cause a shiver to run down your spine, and you can feel his smile.

“I need to work, I have a lot of upcoming events due to national holidays and charity fundraisers—“ he’s twisting you around to capture your lips, only pulling away when you cease your struggles.

His gaze dark and swirling with something you can’t name, the beautiful duel colored eyes staring straight through you.

“Rest, let’s go. You’re always perfectly on schedule, no need for extra work now.” Despite his own strict attitude and work ethic, he seems to determined to keep you from burning out. Kaburamaru peeking out as if in agreement, his tongue flicking out in a friendly gesture.

“I know a few ways you can relax.” His teasing tone eluding to something you’re very much in agreement with. Though you wished he’d stop wearing his mask all together, you’re also happy to be the only one to see him in his entirety.

Your teasing banter with your royal guard and escort is dutifully ignored by all palace staff, commoners, and aristocrats alike. Nobles may whisper behind closed doors, but none are brave enough to dare go against the Queen’s Mad Dog.

They don’t want to be bitten after all.

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abravesoul03 · 3 months

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How would being married to Chocol be like?

Chocol X Fem reader

Warnings: (None?) (No smut implied) mention of GP Chocol?!

A/N:Heyy my loves~ how has everyone been? I'm back with a Chocol Headcanon.

(=^･ｪ･^=)(=^･ｪ･^=)(=^･ｪ･^=)(=^･ｪ･^=)(=^･ｪ)

HOW THINGS STARTED

-First of all it was an arranged marriage.

-Your a lot younger than her. (Legal age gap)

-You were the quite type just like Gayoung and she pretty much had to initiate things during the start of your life's together.

-Will check on you from time to time if your comfortable with things she does with you.

- "y/n can I do this?" "Can I hold your hand?" "Is this ok? Not too much?"

-When things get silent between the two of you, she always tries to start a conversation.

-"heyy, how was your day?" "How are you feeling today?" "I'm going out later, do you need anything?"

-After you guys got married, She would ask you to stop working. (If you were employed that is.) She wants to be able to provide for you. But if you do want to continue being employed she won't mind.

-In the start things do seem to go slow but steady.

-Day by day she'll build your trust on her.

-At night, you guys do have your own rooms. She wants to respect your privacy and doesn't want force things, until your ready.

-Is protective of you but doesn't show it.

-Your her wife now, her treasure to take care of. And one is gonna take you away.

WHEN THINGS START TO CLIMB UP

-After about a month or so, you started to show signs that you wanted to take things further with Gayoung.

-It's a good thing that she caught your hints.

-The first thing she does is tries out calling you with pet names.

-"good morning my love~" "Hello there pretty girl." "Jagi are you hungry?"

-Then it progress to soft touches.

-Like when your cooking, she comes behind you and rests her hand on your waist.

-Or when the two of you are watching a movie together, she would scoot over and sit closer to you. Her arm draped over your shoulder.

-Also when you guys go out, she would definitely hold your hand or have hers around your waist.

-On one faithful night where the power suddenly cut off, that's when you two started to share a room together. (Obviously someone was scared to sleep alone in the dark)

-"y/n, jagi? Do you perhaps want to sleep in my room-" "yes please, I-I would love to."

-She found it cute, how you brought your blanket and pillow running up to her.

-Each of you on either side of the bed. She held your hand throughout the night.

-"I'm here, if you get scared just squeeze onto my hand jagi."

-You were soon lulled into sleep mode.

-In the morning both of you found each others limbs tangled with eachother's. Her face was close to you.

-As you were admiring her handsome pretty features her eyes fluttered open looking at you.

-She just moved closer planting a kiss your lips. Your first together.

-From that day on, Gayoung woke you up with morning kisses every morning and good night kisses before bed.

HOW IS IT IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD

-Gayoung isn't that good in the kitchen, so it's your task.

(BESIDES WHO'S COMPLAINING?! CHOCOL COULD BE THE BREAD WINNER AND I'LL BE HER HOUSE WIFE🥹)

-You always amaze her with your cooking skills. Anything you make, she'll love it.

-She'll occasionally help you out by washing the dishes, cutting vegetables, taste testing in the middle of your cooking, tying your apron from behind and so on.

-Chocol would help you tidy the place up during her off days.

-If your working too then you guys would settle on a personal maid for the housework.

-Gayoung would also take the task to fold the clean laundry.

-I feel like she would fold your clothes in cute shapes and will arrange them neatly in closet.

THE WAY SHE SHOWS HER LOVE

-The way Chocol shows her affection is, physical touch and gifts.

-As mentioned before, she loves to kiss you. Your lips, cheeks, forehead, temples, earlobe, neck basically You.

-How would she kiss you?

-Your cheeks: she grab your jaw delicately and pecks them a few times.

-Your Forehead: If your sitting down, and she has to go somewhere. She would hold your face with both of her hands and kiss your forehead.

-Temples/Earlobe: These kisses probably happen when you both cuddle. Gayoung sitting at the end of the couch, with you on her lap leaning your back on the arm rest. Her arms secure on your waist, she would leave gentle kisses on them while whispering sweet nothings.

-"oh jagi you look so cute my baby." "How did I get so lucky to have a wife like you?" "Your my everything y/n-ah~"

-Your neck: for the neck, it would be a mistake. Not that she didn't wanted to kiss you there, it's just that it was unexpected. It happened when she was asleep. You felt her snuggling against your neck and something soft glide over them. She wouldn't really remember if you ask her though.

-Other than that, Miss Jo loves spoiling you with gifts. May they be something expensive like rings or lockets to something that she saw on online.

-But most of time, she spoils you with your favourite sweet treats.

-Anything you ask for you'll have it. She'll get/give you the moon if you'd ask.

HOW WOULD STARTING A FAMILY BE LIKE

-Starting a family hasn't really crossed her mind.

-But if you wanted then she would do everything in her power to build that family with you.

-If you guys do start one, maybe having 2 of your own little angels.

-About your pregnancy, when you do get pregnant whether it be from a donor, adoption or gp Gayoung?

-She would care for you throughout your journey.

-Your her baby, carrying another baby.

-So gentle and caring

-Will you get anything you want, just name it and it's yours. (Wouldn't even hesitate to burn down Mnet for you)

-Like I've said before,she just loves loves loves to spoil you.

-It's 3am your craving for that specific food? She'll have it Infront of you in minutes.

-Your back hurts? She'll give you back rubs.

-Want her attention? She's all yours.

-THE END-

(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅฅ^•ﻌ•)

#abravesoul.txt #abravesoul thoughts #swf2 imagine #swf2 x reader #swf2 #chocol x reader #chocol swf2

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reasons why dissimulation! childe is the perfect guy to be with:

does all the housework. cleaning, laundry, dishes, cooking, everything. refuses to get a maid despite how rich he is because you sometimes pitch in to help (and he likes doing domestic things with you)

helps you with your problems. there was this one time you had to make a presentation for an elective course and you were short on time and he did half of it for you. you inputted the information of course, but he made like half of the slides and animations while you worked on something else

is always there for you. feeling down? no worries. hop onto the couch in the living room and you can watch anything you want on the giant smart tv there. he might not sit with you to give you space but he does watch from the kitchen time to time

takes you anywhere you want (as long as it's with him and alone). want to go for a walk? he'll come with! want to go shopping? he'll come with! oh it's something personal you need to get? you're sure he can't come along? he'll wait in the car! even if it takes you a few hours. just don't be with anyone else. and if he isn't home, well, just wait till he's back

wears a baby pink coloured apron in the kitchen

respects your boundaries. he knows how you feel and while he does believe he can remove the hesitancy in your feelings, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. thus, he never initiates anything physical. also asks for permission before touching you in all circumstances (even if the bleeding cut on your hand was driving him crazy)

brings you fruits while you're studying. cut up apples, peeled oranges, berries, peeled pomegranates, mangos, grapes, literally anything. he just randomly walks in, drops a plate of fruit(s), and leaves

never lets you use public transportation. there's a driver designated to pick you from and drop you off at campus when he's not available. you haven't been inside a public bus or train ever since you got back

gave you his credit card. he got a secondary credit card linked to his account and handed it over to you within one week of moving there. he sometimes asks you why you don't use it and when you say you don't really need to, he says he'll just transfer money into your account. making him change his mind was hard and came at the promise of using the card if you ever need something (you buy something like an expensive coffee or boba once or twice a month with the card just so that he doesn't nag you)

buys you stuff. anything you want will be yours. you try not to go shopping with him for that very reason. you can't go with your friends anymore either because the moment he finds out it's a girl's outing, he hands over a lot of cash to spend. doesn't let you say no, and doesn't take back what's left of it. also doesn't listen when you say you don't really need that specific item of clothing so you would rather not buy it and instead just gets it (the time you tried ordering something online and decided to ask the exact address of the house, he pulled out his wallet before telling you the address to give his personal card since he knew you wouldn't use the one you have. you deflected it saying you were still thinking and want the address in advance. you cancelled the checkout right away)

compliments you. he doesn't make it flirty but always makes sure to compliment you whenever you change clothes (including your pyjamas) or get ready for the day. sometimes it's not immediate but in the car but he always compliments you at least a few times a day

randomly brings you boba and other drinks. if he comes home after you, there is an 70% chance he will bring you a drink you like from a place you like and a 30% chance he will bring you some snack or food you like. if you're studying, he just drops it off on your table, smiles at you and leaves

engages in your interests and participates with you. games? he can play games. crochet? he can try crochet. art? he can try sketching something. books? here's some recommendations from him

reasons why dissimulation! childe is not the perfect guy to be with:

an excessive amount of questions are asked when you say you want to go somewhere without him, alone, before you are ultimately told no. any outing with friends was tolerated at first with the condition that he would pick you up and drop you off but when you went in his absence, you are no longer allowed to make plans without his approval

there is only one spot you can talk to your parents in. thankfully, your room's walls are white so you face the door, white wall behind you and sit while talking to your mother to make her think you're in a new dorm and sitting in the shared lounge. he sometimes comes in while you're talking and leans against the doorframe, listening. grows extremely smug if either of your parents ask about him

he sometimes loses his cool. sometimes, when you're having a rather troublesome conversation ('why do you deny your feelings for me, [Name]?'), he loses his composure and asks you to go to your room before he does something he'll regret. he doesn't trust himself to refrain if he were to leave, so you will have to. also occurred when you had to attend a physical group meeting with your group project mates after classes and you were the only girl out of all five. he didn't get mad (there's no reason to be, it's simply a course project), but the thought of you being with them made him feel things, and he wanted to kiss you so bad. you had to lock yourself in your room at his request before he did something he'd regret

looks at you weird. often times when the both of you are quiet in the same space, he just longingly gazes at you with this sadness in his eyes.

frequent disagreements about your feelings. he wants you to say you like him back so that you both can pursue a relationship, but you don't. he's nice, kind, and a lot of things but with who he is outside these four white walls, you can't. and with how he's thoroughly infiltrated your life, taken over your freedom, put you in this position, you can't just go and say you love him. even if you do find him attractive and endearing

leaves at odd hours. sometimes he has to finish his food quickly, get dressed and leave. sometimes it's in the dead of night when you're half asleep in the kitchen drinking water. and sometimes it's when you're outside with him

watches you. frequently comes and quietly sits or lies down on your bed behind you when you're studying/working and watches you. it startled you quite badly in the beginning (and he always just smiled at you in response) but you're used to it now

feeds you too much healthy food. sometimes you just want to binge eat a tub of ice cream and a family sized pack of chips. he does not let you do that

you literally cannot leave without his permission. stay within these four walls. if the driver is supposed to drop you off, he'll come inside and tell you it's time to leave. do not attempt to leave without his permission

he casually reminds you of his superior strength. will often throw an orange to you from the kitchen to the living room over his shoulder without looking back. it lands perfectly on your lap too

his phone conversations are... you pretend you don't hear them. even if he's talking when in the same room as you, you pretend you don't hear. even when he side eyes you with a smile, knowing that you're listening, almost as though he's challenging what you will or can do. even when he does so on purpose just to see what you'll say or do or react

#the numbering is off due to the read more cut #i wrote this in one sitting #not proof read #took me more than half an hour #yandere tartaglia #i love this man #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #childe x reader

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ITS ME AGAINNNN I LOVE LOVEEE YOUR LAST REQUEST :C ❤️

ever since ive been reading a lot of manhwas and i got an idea form it that id love to read a fic of with neteyam xv

okay so i was thinking of a heart wrenching angst but comfort later on with an arranged engagement of reader and neteyam where neteyam starts to hate reader just because he was basically forced to be with her and reader is always patient eith him even if hes so mean to her like going with other girls or smth and one day reader snaps at his rudeness towards her and says nah lets break up. and at first neteyam is like FINE but he later starts to notice how his daily life that always had you there for him, helping him with whatever, being his maid basically sbfushd and he starts to miss you. starts to realize how much he fucked up becuz he realized how faithful you were to him and worked so so so hard for him and was always there for him :((( but hes too late now bcz he sees you finally giving other men a chance to court you since youre no longer his now ;(

Huhuhu a little request won’t hurt hm?

Warning: Hurt. No comfort yet.

From the day I was born, you and I were promised to each other without a single say in it. While you despised me for it, I felt sympathy for you and did my best to stay out of your way.

His jaw clenched as he observed your face, watching as the words left your mouth. You were both in a healing tent, where you were initially patching up the older man after he had returned with the raid party. Neteyam was being even colder than usual, asking if someone else could patch him up in your stead. That had been your last straw, after all those times, after all those years, of him either pretending like you didn’t exist or disregarding your efforts made for the sake of him.

My whole life, I have been training to become someone worthy to stand beside you, the future Olo’eyktan of our clan. Did I want to though?

You chuckled bitterly, looking down at your folded hands in your lap. You could feel his piercing gaze on your head.

What would it matter if I wanted to or not, right? Just like you had no choice but to accept me as your future mate, I had no choice but to comply to the orders given by your grandmother and my parents. I merely existed to be your Tsahìk.

Looking up from your lap, you met his hardened gaze with his ears pulled back. You felt your stomach tighten.

I did not want this, Neteyam. I did not.

What changed then? He rasped out. You think I didn’t notice all those times you looked at me as if I hung all the stars myself? Don’t think I also didn’t notice you enjoying your training with my grandmother. That says enough for me.

Silence.

You pondered over whether you should deny his claims or admit it. He looked agitated, looking down at you as he stood tall infront of you. You noticed again how much he had physically grown, over the last year. Taut muscles filling up in all the right places and facial features looking a lot sharper now. You looked down again, avoiding his accusing eyes.

You let out a small exhale.

When you spend most of your time by your teacher and have a very limited interaction with opposite genders, you tend to fall for who is most present in your daily life.

With a sad look in your eyes, you matched his gaze again.

You happened to be the only man I am freely allowed to be around, for long. I do not have the privilege of meeting up with other men like you do, with other women, Neteyam.

At that, he pursed his lips. Moving back and forth on his feet as he nodded in a mock understanding.

But you continued.

Falling for you was my biggest mistake, Neteyam. If I had known in all those times you were with other women, being hopeful for a day you would open up to me, see me for who I am and not as someone you are forced to spend the rest of your future with, against your will, that this was all nothing but a wishful thinking, I would have done everything in my will to stop these feelings from growing any further.

Cocking his head to the side, Neteyam let out a laugh, disbelief painting his face. He had stopped footing around and was now standing infront of you again. Same pursed lips as he squinted down at you in a mean look.

Save your lies for another day. I know for a fact that you are more than allowed to meet up with other men. We are NOT mated yet. Don’t act like we are. What about your lil friend that always tails you, huh? Forgot about him already?

You watched his expression grow even more sour at the last part he spat. The things he was saying confused you to no end, but hearing him deny your statement of not having the same privilege as him made anger simmer inside you.

Standing up tall in cold fury and looking dead in his eyes, you pushed your index finger at where his heart laid, hidden behind his chest.

I have never once lied in my whole life, that I assure you. But to think you are this ignorant of our betrothal really disappoints me, Neteyam. I know the sight of me upsets your mood and you wish for nothing to do with me. But I had honestly expected more from our future leader.

You paused and took in the expressions written all over his face. It going from an accusing glint in his eyes to the one of a slight shock, finally settling on an unreadable expression.

And in a low voice, he asked you.

What did you want from me.

It sounding more like a statement rather than a question, you cocked your head to the side, watching his eyes trail on the ground.

He had managed to pick up on your little movement, though.

You held me back here with this talk. I’m sure there is a point in bringing this topic up? What do you want from me with this?

A fool you were, to think he would ever be the same understanding man that he is with everyone else. You really hoped that being the one to touch on this topic and to possibly clear the air between the two of you would make some positive change in your dynamic. That you wouldn’t have to resort to your last option.

Biting your lower lips as it started to quiver while tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to pour down. You searched his eyes for any hint of guilt or regret for having been this harsh with you up until the very last moment. When you found none, the tears that were threatening to spill finally broke free. Your heart never having ached this badly before, it was almost suffocating.

I want to break this betrothal.

Tbc here

#neteyam #neteyam fic #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc #yummys request

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sea-owl · 26 days

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Polin Week Day 6: Soulmate AU

AO3: Link

Dear Gentle Readers,

This Author has heard that congratulations are in order for a one Mr. Colin Bridgerton. Mamas and debutants alike whisper around the ballrooms that he has recently found his soulmate if the mark peeking out from his gloves is anything to go by. A surprise to many with Mr. Bridgerton not courting anyone, nor there being any rumors for marriage.

For those uninformed those that are courting should never initiate contact without proper gloves between them. Unless a man is on the verge of proposing then the couple may touch skin to skin with permission to see if they are part of the lucky ones to have found their soulmate. It is after all the final push a gentleman may need to propose.

In other news-

Colin crumbled the pamphlet. That blasted woman was mocking him! She knew good and well who his soulmate was as she was carrying the matching mark on her own hand!

Lady Whistledown. Colin groaned, burying his face into his hands. Of all the women that could be his soulmate it was that blasted scribbler. Had he done something wrong to have fate tie him together to her? To give them such a beautiful mark too.

Colin pulled his hands away as he looked down at his left one. The mark was a big one, covering both the back of his hand and his palm, running up his fingers, and wrapping around his wrist. They say marks this big means the soulmates are a perfect match. Colin was inclined to agree, after all he had witnessed the matches between his siblings and their spouses, whose marks were just as big. But now he wasn't so sure. His perfect match was someone no one has ever seen? The biggest gossip in London who at times had the ton wrapped around her every word. And just when he was starting to think it was. . . no best not to dive into those thoughts.

A knock at his bedroom door brought Colin out of his thoughts. His butler, Dunwoody stood at the entrance, a note in his hand.

"Mr. Bridgerton, an invitation has just come from your brother to join your family for breakfast at Bridgerton House," Dunwoody said.

Ah, he's being summoned. Anthony must have read Lady Whistledown this morning.

"Get the carriage ready," Colin sighed. No point in delaying. He was lucky that he managed to hide his mark as long as he did. But hiding in his Bloomsbury lodgings won't help him now. If Colin doesn't go this morning, he's sure his family will come barging in.

"Yes sir," Dunwoody replied.

Colin didn't even bother putting on his gloves. One of his siblings was going to rip them off as soon as he entered the house anyway, and he rather not buy a new pair.

"Where to sir?" The driver asked.

Colin was about to say Bridgerton House but something stopped him. A tugging feeling had his eyes following a hired hack, and the blue hood he could see from the window.

He knew that hood, she was wearing it the day they got their marks.

Colin was enjoying himself on a lovely afternoon walk. Going to the stalls to see what the vendors had for sale and stopping at a nearby bakery for snack. It was rather warm out today, with a breeze that kept it from being too warm, so he decided to forgo his gloves.

He was just enjoying his fifth pastry when a cry caught his attention. Turning towards the direction of the noise he was met with a face full of paper, and not long a body colliding with his own. He and what he could assume was a woman based on the curves he grabbed onto, fell to the ground in a mess of limbs, paper, and pastries.

"Are you alright?" Colin asked, his voice slightly muffled by the paper that covered his face.

The woman he fell with froze, before she snatched the paper off his face. With his sight back Colin could see a blue maid outfit. Her hands had no gloves on and her hood pulled over her head, blocking his sight of her face. The little he could see was darkened by a shadow. That paper she now held though; he could read it clearly.

"Damn!" She cursed under her breath, quickly folding the paper and shoving it in her bodice. Her voice sounded familiar though Colin couldn't place it, the only one he could think of that sounded the closest didn't have that sharp of an edge to it and spoke in a higher pitch.

"Lady W-?" Colin tried again.

"I am fine," she said, rushing the words out, making sure to cut him off. Her focus mainly stayed on getting herself up.

As they tried to untangle her hand caught his own. A warm feeling rushed from where they touched to the rest of Colin's body. The mark painting itself starting at their connected palms to the rest of the hands.

She ripped her hand away, now standing while Colin remained on the ground. Her body was tense, and even if Colin couldn't see her face he knew she was scared.

Before he could reach out to grab her she tossed down some coins and took off.

"For your pastries!" She called over her shoulder, never slowing down her run.

Colin's hand was still outstretched, his new soulmark on full display.

That same mark on a different, smaller hand, now places the newest column of Lady Whistledown in the bible, ready for her publisher to come collect.

Penelope sighed, she couldn't decide if her new mark was a gift or a curse. Most ladies would be ecstatic to have gotten their marks, and to the man she loved no less! Penelope herself would probably been happier if she only gotten the mark while she was Penelope.

This situation felt like something out of a play, something Shakespeare or Euripides would write. The heroine discovers the man who is a close friend and who she loves is her soulmate yet he believes she is someone else. Someone he does not like, or dare she say it, someone he may hate. A friend and foe rolled up into one. It has the makings to be a tragedy does it not?

"Should I tell him?" Penelope wondered to herself as she stood from the pew.

"Should you tell your soulmate who you are?" A voice said from behind her. "I think you should. Right now."

Penelope gasped as she felt herself being turned around. A hand bearing a soul mark grabbed her own marked hand, both mirror images of one another. That hand pulled her against another, his arm securing itself around her waist. She was trapped.

Damn! How did she not hear him or feel the getting closer bond? Was she that lost in thought?

"C-C-" Penelope stuttered.

"That would be Colin," Colin said as he moved her hood down. "Penelope."

He stared at her for a moment before capturing her lips with his own. Their marked hands entangled.

#bridgerton #polin week #polin week 2024 #polinweek #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #soulmates #soulmarks #cheesy ending i know but i couldn't come up with anything else and i didn't want to make it too long

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coalswriting · 10 months

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lottie x reader domestic headcanons (similar family dynamic)

1.1k words approx

a/n: decided to go with a bullet point formula for this one with a bit of short dialogue scattered about! :)

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you met lottie in ninth grade. she sat next to you during the introductory assembly that was held on the first day of every school year. she was fiddling with her cuticles and the very quiet scratching sound was ANNOYING YOU!! so you told her to cut it out. when she looked you in the eyes to apologise, you were the one who ended apologising in the absolute gay panic that had consumed you.

after the assembly ended, you went to your first art class of the year. lottie was there too, and to gauge everyone’s art skill, the teacher had you draw a portrait of the person sitting in front of you. it was lottie. surprisingly, you didn’t mess it up too bad, and with how flattered she was, she talked to you during the rest of your classes that day. you both got along really well despite how badly you kept fumbling your words near her. after a year, you confessed your feelings and started dating.

lottie’s parents were very absent in her life; they often travelled for work and she stayed at home alone with the maids, cooks, and gardeners. you could tell, straight away, just how alone she was in such a harrowingly large house, so you often came over. the first time you invited her to your house, she began to tear up as she stood in your doorway. your house was quite a bit smaller than hers, but it was so cozy and warm. since then, she began to come over often.

a few months after you started dating, lottie began sleeping over almost every single day. you were upset every morning when you saw her sad, lonely eyes, and kept insisting that she come over. soon after, your father received a promotion and moved out of state to pursue his career. your mother followed suit, eventually, promising to visit every month for a few days.

lottie and you do a lot of things together. everything is a date to you; getting groceries, going to your local cvs pharmacy to collect her prescription, even driving back home from soccer practice. almost all the time spent together between you is pleasant. you love resting your hand on hers while she’s using the gear stick and changing the radio channel until you find something to listen to that you both enjoy.

cooking with lottie is always… an experience. since she was always so pampered at home, she never learned basic cooking skills. one time, you walked into your kitchen and were met with the smell of burning and a very panicked lottie pouring water into a saucepan. “what were you cooking???” you asked, swinging the door open and closed to air out the room. “pasta…” she replied, sheepishly.

since then, you were in charge of cooking, whereas she helped cut the ingredients and helping with clean up (though, realistically, you did most of the work.)

sometimes you and lottie argue over the tv. because your tv has two remotes, you constantly change channels. it turns into a battle of you trying to keep mtv on, whereas she tries to keep national geographic on. this can last ages. eventually you’ll settle for national geographic and cuddle up against your happy girlfriend as she strokes your hair and scratches your scalp.

you both also enjoy sitting in silence and doing your own thing. you’ll be busy transferring your notes to another copy whereas lottie would be lying down, listening to music on your walkman.

oftentimes, you try to study together. it could be silent one second, until lottie suddenly flops on top of you, squashing you under her weight and pecking you with kisses and cuddles. initially, you try to resist, but eventually melt into your loving partner, and sometimes it progresses into something more.

at nighttime, lottie cuddles up against your back, holding you close and whispering sweet affirmations in your ear. she also keeps repeating how much she loves you until she hears your breathing soften, indicating that you’ve fallen asleep.

she’s practically a radiator, and you oftentimes wake up needing to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, which by the way, she will proceed to drink all of it the moment you finish taking your first sip. she’s such a gremlin.

you often wake each other up at obscure hours to talk about the dreams that you’ve had. “lottie, i had a dream that we were both pokemon trainers and in love, and now i’m really sad—” “ok but did I have a charmander?” “no lottie, you had a goldeen” “LAAAAAMEEE” (and then she instantly passes out)

you also both tried to find the most insufferable nicknames to give each other in order to annoy the yellowjackets; you call her pookie and she calls you snookums. the others HATE it. you and lottie are so fucking annoying together, it’s incredible.

when it comes to bath time, you love washing each other’s hair and backs. showers with lottie can take up to forty-five minutes as you often end up sitting on the floor, cuddling and making shapes with your stray hairs that you wipe on the wall.

one time, lottie asked tai to come over to help with her french homework. she said, “come by my house after school?”, to which tai obviously agreed. after half an hour of tai not being there, lottie realised that she referred to your house as “my house”, and thus, tai was probably waiting outside her house. she sped over to pick her up, and despite her profusive apologising, tai was very annoyed and still jokingly holds it against her to this day.

a few times, you’ve invited jackie, shauna, tai, van, and nat over to yours for a sleepover. you’d end up raiding your parents liquor cabinet, and after a few hours of making the most abhorrent cocktails imaginable, everyone would be near black-out drunk, giving you and lottie the opportunity to slip out and make out (she’s a very affectionate drunk.)

lottie likes to put her right hand on your cheek, holding your face gently, while her other hand explores your body, feeling all your curves. she’ll slip a hand under your shirt and rest it just above your hip, causing you to moan softly into her lips, which normally elicits a smirk from the brunette. she’ll leave you pent up and needy before suddenly stopping and returning to the living room to join the other girls.

no matter how cringey she can be, she’ll always be the snookums to your pookie.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Rodrick x reader

Y/n is secretly working at a maid cafe and Rodrick found out about it

Not So Secret Occupation

Rodrick x reader

Words: 1154

“As soon as you’re clocked in you have table two.”

You nodded as you finished putting on your uniform. ‘Ah this is the life’, you thought, ‘a paradise life filled with school, work and barely enough time to myself.’

If it were up to you, you’d much rather just stay home. But you made a deal with your parents to get a job this year and you agreed as long as it was a job you liked. That’s when you found this job.

The job you found is just like any other server job. It’s a job filled with delicious foods, nice people, also with the occasional rude customer here and there. The only difference was…the uniform.

While most of the other jobs similar to these require simple uniforms, yours was much more…unique. Yours consisted of lace, skirts, and aprons, it’s what one might call a maid outfit. Why? Well because you worked at a maid cafe.

You loved the job, it was fairly easy. And although initially embarrassed by the thought of someone seeing you, you realized no one you knew had the balls to come in.

Until today.

It was like any other day and you just clocked in.

As you finished tying your apron and putting on the required little headband you got your notepad and head towards your assigned table and that’s when you saw them. A small group consisting of four boys.

Three of whom you didn’t know but have seen before and then there was the fourth. The fourth was Rodrick.

Now you weren’t close with Rodrick. You had been in the same grade as him only since forever but never once talked directly to each other. And after giving the group the menu and successfully taking their order without a question from the male, you thought you were safe.

And you were. You went back multiple times and not once did he say anything. You were practically in the clear.

“Alright here is your copy of the receipt and you’re all set. Thank you!”

You placed the check down on the table and as you were leaning up to make your exit, you made direct eye contact with Rodrick and that’s when you saw his eyes widen.

As a horrified look grew on your face, he pointed a finger at you accusingly.

“Wait I know—“

In one swift moment you masked your expression and grinned back at the group, “thanks so much for joining us. Please come again!” You said the little closing line before taking off to the nearest bathroom you could find.

“Oh God,” you muttered as you held a hand up to your mouth, you stayed frozen in the bathroom for about a minute before you began pacing back and forth. You couldn’t believe it, out of all the times you two passed in the hallway, on the bus, anywhere really, not a single glance was shared between you two but now…the moment you’re working at a maid cafe he decides to actually notice you.

After about three minutes of being locked in the bathroom you realized you had a job to do. You couldn’t just stay there forever, plus who cared if someone you knew found out, not you. You gave your head a single powerful shake bringing yourself back down to earth.

After slapping your cheeks with your hands you told yourself, ‘who cares?’ And with that you held you head high and opened the door. You took three steps before you noticed him standing by the door but you walked right by.

Of course that didn’t do anything because he easily followed you, “what are you doing here?” He asked, while you got out a rag to wipe down the table he was at.

“Working.”

“Why? Do you owe someone money? Did you break something and have to pay it off?”

“Nope,” you said focusing your attention on a single spot on the table, “is that a problem?”

“No it’s actually…kinda hot.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Okay thanks, goodbye now, I have to get back to work.”

And with that he left you alone. Oh how you were dreading to see Rodrick when you went back to school. But he walked right by you and surprisingly you didn’t hear or see other people talking about the whole situation.

Despite school being normal as always, work was not. For the next two weeks Rodrick appeared at your work at least two days out of the four that you worked.

Granted he always seemed to make the job interesting, but it was still weird seeing him there. Having him there just made you irritated and it felt like he was just there to rule you up so one day you just had enough.

You just clocked in when one of your coworkers popped up beside you. “Your buddy’s here again

“He’s not my buddy,” you said, with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah okay, we’ll he’s over at his usual table.”

“Alright. That’s it!” With a single tug on your outfit you marched up to him. He seems caught off guard by your upset expression but that doesn’t stop you from telling him how you feel, “why do you keep coming back here!?” Do you come here to make fun of me? To get proof for your friends?”

“No I-“

“What do you want from me Rodrick!?”

You may have been a little over dramatic considering he was blinking up at you wide eyed as he does, with a dumbfounded expression while his lips pursed together.

“I want to ask you out, okay?” He looked around a little embarrassed.

Those words hit you out of left field as you breathed out an air.

“Right, to ridicule me?”

“What? No. Why do you keep thinking that?”

You frown at his words that you really don’t believe.

“Look, this place is pretty cool and to be working here is pretty cool. It made me curious about you know, what other cool things about you I don’t know. Plus you’re hella attractive, so let’s go out.”

You pushed your lips together, you could do without the last part.

“If I agree, will you promise not to come back here?”

His eyebrows raise for a moment before you make him hurry up, “take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it!”

And with that he grabs his back and runs towards the door. Hand on the handle he spins around, “wait we don’t have each others number.”

Practically ripping open his bag he rips a piece of paper out and takes a pen that was on the front desk before writing down some digits on it. Handing the small piece of paper to you he grins, “it’s a date! Text me!” And takes off again.

For now you’re just happy you got him out of there, but at the same time you’re confused.

“A date?”

#rodrick fanfiction #rodrick fanfic #rodrick imagine #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fanfiction #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley imagine #rodrick heffley x reader #requests #request

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lyomeii · 11 months

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the mother (or at least the one I wish to had)

➤ warnings: yandere themes, platonic relationships, gn! reader with a hint of romance in Ijekiel and jennette part.

➤ request by anon! Lucas, Athanasia, ljekiel and Jennette with a mother reader Figure?

➤ a/n: a bunch of characters that need some affection :) sorry for not uploading as often I did since I got to do a test in the weekend. But I promise to post more soon as possible and maybe one day, the debut or die short will be released this year.

LUCAS

➤ you were kinda a caretaker of him after he was told to live a lonely life. as much you take care of him with such soft hands and a smile on your lips, lucas knows how better than become accustomed to your company.

➤ traveling to another universes, lucas make sure to bring you with him. he always says that you can’t be alone in your own since you are “too careless”, but in reality he truly loves spend time with you. he adores those moments when he takes a break from everything and you prepare a picnic with him.

➤ unsurprising, lucas got used to your presence in his life and began holding your hand whatever he walks out of the tower. many began to fear he easily could destroy the world if you ever suffered a tragic end.

➤ as much he start loving seeing you as maternal figure in his life, lucas knows that you are a human unlike him. he knows that one day, you will die and leave him alone just like the others.

➤ because of that, he decided to spend as much time as possible with you in order to make memories. initially, lucas wanted to make a spell to make you immortal, but he felt that would be quite selfish of him.

ATHANAISA

➤ her mother died on her birth and father completely ignored, leaving athanasia in the hands of the maids. her plan of making the maids favor her worked of course, and her primary victim of this was you.

➤ you are quite young compared to the others maids when you first pick her out from the cradle, no older than twenty years old. firstly, anathasia didn’t to be take care of you for being so younger, yet you quickly gained her affection when you took her to see the garden.

➤ many maids who work in her palace can hear and sometimes see how much you are about the little princess. some pity how the emperor never cared about athanasia, yet they all find harmonic how you take care of the little girl.

➤ sweet moments where your first saw her talk, craw, walk and much more made you feel like a proud mother. knowing that due to your influence made her become such a bright girl is enough to give yourself a smile. you hoped that athanasia will spend her life at your side.

➤ when claude finally recognize her as his daughter, you were one of the few maids that continue to take care of her. athanasia, in order to make you happy (and gain sweeties and chocolates), calls you mom when alone with you.

➤ claude is jealous how close you are to his daughter. firstly, he attempted to make you distance of athanasia, but after seeing his little girl cry over you changed his mind and you soon become her personal maid.

IJEKIEL and JENNETE

➤ a maid, that who you are inside the alpheus household, someone who have being taking care of the two little children since they were little.

➤ both ijekiel and jennete always looked up to you as their main caretaker, none for him had a mother to take of them and since duke alpheus works so much. you are the one who stay at their side mostly of the time.

➤ jennete was the first one who saw you as a mother. maybe because she was too naively as a young child or by the fact that you always stood by her side, listening to her words careful unlike many servants who pretended to hear her.

➤ (un)fortunately, Ijekiel became obsessed with you thanked to her. hearing how much you treated jennete with such delicate conditions and the many compliments he heard from others servants made him quite curious, so ijekiel quickly went to meet you.

➤ soon both the kids began spend their days with you. the entire household see how jennete and Ijekiel are like small duckling follow you whatever you go, some find it cute seeing how the two finally have someone to take care of them, others think that you take opportunity of them to gain extra money.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere female #yandere athanasia #yandere lucas #yandere ijekiel alpheus #yandere jennette #who made me a princess x reader #yandere who made me a princess #who made me a princess

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twst-rose-prisms · 16 days

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Mary Merveilles' profile

❤️ Bio ❤️

- Dorm: Ramshackle (the Prefect)

- Japanese: メアリー・メルヴェイユ (Meari Merubeiyu)

- Birthday: Aries 11th (Aries)

- Age: 16

- Height: 155cm

- Dominant hand: Right

- Homeland: ?

- Family: Unnamed Mother & Father Unnamed older brother Unnamed older sister

- Voiced by: Ayaka Ohashi

- Other Name(s): Herbivore (Leona) Lil' shrimp (Floyd) Trickster (Rook) Child of Man (Malleus)

❤️ School ❤️

- Grade: Freshman

- Class: Class A (no 9)

- Club: Pop Music Club

- Best subject: Musicology

❤️ Preferences ❤️

- Hobby: Singing, Dancing

- Pet peeves: Dirty rooms

- Favorite food: Apple pie

- Least favorite food: Chili peppers

- Talent: Musical Memory

The prefect of Ramshackle Dorm and Grim's best friend who can "understand him every time" (according to him). A curious, calm and observant girl, she always tries her best to adapt to Twisted Wonderland every day coming from a world where no magic exists. Once she goes past her initially nervous, meek manner, she's actually a really kind, friendly and supportive girl who would do anything for her friends.

❤️ Trivia ❤️

Mary's last name means "Wonder" in French. This could be a pun for the word "Wonderland" and also connected to Twisted Wonderland.

Mary's first name is a reference to Mary-Ann - a character in the Slave Labor Graphics Wonderland series who helps the White Rabbit escape from the Queen of Hearts's execution. She is known for being White Rabbit's maid and is obsessed with cleanliness, in the comic, she said that "all she really wants is to be [herself]".

She loves all genres of music and can easily like a song if it catches her attention. She also loves classical music, it's one of the reasons why she occasionally drops by Mostro Lounge.

She always carries the Ghost Camera with her in case she needs to use it, because of this she grows to like taking photos of other people or scenery.

Her favorite color is red, and her favorite shape is 4-petal flower. She considers the shape as her lucky charm and is shown to have accessories in the said shape.

She likes to spoil Grim a lot despite his attitude, as she always dreamed of owning a cat pet back when she was in her homeland as her family didn't allow her house to have pets. However, if Grim goes too far with his actions then she'll be there to quickly stop him.

She might appear like that but once she gets very serious or angry then she can look decently scary enough to other people (especially Grim).

Before Book 5, she kept her appearance very simple and did not dress up much as she often appeared meek or a bit brooding due to the pressure of being in another world with no hesitation (as seen in the reference sheet). Turns out, she loves cute and girly things a lot and would like to make herself look cuter, but due to confidence issues she had in the past to the present it gives her a hard time until after Book 4's timeline when she decides to change her appearance completely, making her appears more girly and truer to herself more.

She has a talent for music, specifically musical memory as she can remember a song or a melody quickly and retain that for a long time in her head. She also likes singing or dancing in her free time and would often dance with Grim and the ghosts in her dorm.

According to Mary, her family consists of her parents and 2 older siblings and she lives with them, although her brother and father go out to work often and don't stay at home much and her sister is focusing on her schoolwork at the current moment, it's mostly just her and her mom at home half the time.

She doesn't have great stamina, as she often got left behind during her PE class back in her homeland's school, it's also one of the reasons why she got insecure about herself overall and chose to not be overly bright in anything she did.

She cherishes her friends a lot despite their weird antics at times, she thinks that's what them special and unique from other people. (Namely, Grim, Ace and Deuce)

Because she went to beaches with her family a lot back then, she has a good surfing skill and can also be good at playing beach volleyball, though she often gets tired easily and has to sit back to watch her siblings play the rest of the match.

She specifically dislikes dirty rooms or things that are dusty and often cleans her stuff and makes sure they stay tidy; this is mostly a reference to the Mary-Ann character; however Mary is not obsessed with cleanliness too much and can still have patience and calmness when facing dusty stuff.

She also likes cleaning and doing chores as she often helps out her parents with it back at home despite her short stamina. All the dorm's chores are done by her with the help of Grim (sometimes he does help too) and the ghosts.

Hi hi~ If you're reading this then first of all, thank you so much for reading until the very end! I decided to design my MC/Yuusona - Mary! I have a fun time designing her ngl, she looks really cute~ I'll post even more OC content in the future too so please look forward to it! 🌹❤️

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland ocs #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #oc #yuusona #twst yuu #twst mc #mary merveilles

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mamayan · 10 months

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YANDERE SHIGARAKI X READER! ♡

♡ HEADCANONS ♡

Yandere Shigaraki Tomura Headcanons: Pre/Post Glow Up☆彡

Danger level: 8/10 pre and 4/10 post glow up!

SFW:

He’d taken you long before he underwent his transformation with All for One.

You’d been captured and imprisoned long ago, under the sadistic hand of a very nihilistic and childish sadist.

Why? You had a quirk resistant to his, is what initially caught his interest. Though, how could he not want you, after finding out exactly who you are? How could he just let you continue your day to day oblivious to him? Was he being left behind again by the world?

He was volatile in the beginning. Your own panic and fear would fuel his rage and outbursts. He didn’t want to hurt you, per-say, but bruising and damage were sustained on his worse days. Psychological damage ensures with it all too. He’s unhinged even on good day, and his affections can be warped and twisted.

Once you’d finally accepted and figured out you were never leaving him, let alone able to even lift a finger to fight him despite being immune to his quirk, you fell into a decent routine. Wake up around noon, when he rose. Wash up, if he allowed it. Eat, if he remembered to give you food, or find some snacks laying around. Watch him play video games or join him, if he lets you. Repeat.

He’s absolute garbage at first with you. He hardly cares for himself, let alone another person. He takes pleasure in depriving you of luxuries (soap is not a luxury but you can’t argue that with him) at first. It’s amusing degrading and humiliating you too.

He’ll put a collar on you, maybe even dress you up like a pet or in a maid costume. He’s a young lunatic overstimulated and underwhelmed all at once, he’s honestly not even intentionally trying to be cruel. He just is.

A changing point in the relationship is actually due to the League. When he begins valuing his members, he begins maturing. This translates to you too thankfully. The longer and better behaved you are, and ironically the more loving you become (touch starved) he’ll begin to reciprocate.

Don’t think he’ll ever apologize though. He won’t. He doesn’t even feel guilty either. Just be grateful he’s being better to you.

Your time with him will improve gradually and then rapidly. It’ll be a shock to your system the night and day treatment. He’ll go from shoving your face into the dirty carpet with his boot on your head, to cradling you to his chest because you woke up from a nightmare crying (a nightmare or memory of him?).

Ironically, he nearly does come close to killing you due to All for One. As Tomura fights for control, he nearly slips and strangles you to death.

It flipped a switch for him, to realize he might lose you for real. Not like a video game end, but to never feel your soft skin or smell you or hear your voice.

He’s sobbing, holding you and wanting to push you away all at once afterward. He’ll be calling a doctor immediately, getting you looked after in front of the League and everything. They won’t be too shocked, knowing of your presence, but the terror they see on Tomura’s face at your pain and fear.

He feels sick to his stomach when you look at him in fear after that. Explaining it wasn’t him that wanted to hurt you ever, is a hard thing to sell, when just months prior he’d fractured your wrist.

Actually puts in work and care now. Towards your comfort and happiness. Filling the area he makes for you with all that makes you happy, plushies, books, games, Tv, painting supplies. Don’t go crazy though, he’s still a deranged mass murderer, he’s got boundaries still.

He begins valuing your opinion. Asking you questions. Treating you like an equal, ironic considering your prior position in his mind.

To you, post merged Tomura is 100% better than he was before. Be grateful he’s changed for the better, because now he’s even stronger and more powerful, more confident and sure of himself and what he wants.

NSFW: THIS IS REALLY DARK AT FIRST SO YOU HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WARNED

He gives little to no fucks when he first imprisons you. You aren’t even really a human in his eyes, more like a whiny pathetic doll for him to use. It’s your fault in the first place, your quirk allows him full access to touch without worry of destroying you. He destroys you anyway, but you fortunately or unfortunately live.

Sex is painful and selfish with Tomura in the beginning, he’s a virgin when he takes you, but he’s got plenty of internet porn and knowledge to use. He does EVERYTHING. You don’t like it? Who fucking asked, certainly not him. He’ll tie you to his bed and leave you there ALL day for him to fuck and cum inside and go back to his games when he’s finished. Do you cum? Not at first.

Your pleasure or needs are worthless, and he even begins to take pleasure in how little you receive. He enjoys depriving you of everything that could possibly bring you joy. So edging and then leaving you high and dry, achy and used holes dripping with his cum, is his favorite activity. He’ll make you sleep on the floor after too, chain hooked to your collar so you stay right where he’s tied you up. You’re nothing better than a dog to him, a useless cumslut he can fill and throw away. “Stop fucking crying! I’ll give you something to cry about, how about that bitch?” He’s not above hitting you either, slapping you across the face, bruising your cheeks in a death grip. He inwardly LOVES any touch, and if it’s violent and terrifying? At least you’re alive. He’s been merciful enough to you already. Never mind the nausea he feels afterward, the way he breaks into a cold sweat watching what his treatment is slowly but surely doing to you.

He just wants your wet warm hole wrapped around him. Whether it’s your cunt or your ass or your mouth, as long as he’s fucking you. He’s violent and cruel, both his actions and words. They leave you reeling and begging. In fact, a turning point happens when you say something that has him going soft immediately. You’ll be especially sensitive and sore, abused too much too recently to take another rough session but he’s had a bad day and will be taking it out on you. Broken and bloody, he’ll still fuck your unprepared cunt/ass, laughing and finding his usual enjoyment as he drags it out sadistically. Spitting into your mouth before smacking you as you cough and choke. He’s a monster. And you snap too. “Please… please…” He’ll be grunting and moaning as he pistons his hips into you, chuckling as you beg and sob beneath him. “That’s it slut, beg for my cum. Beg me to fill you up! Who fucking owns you, huh? Answer!” You’ll be delirious, lack of sleep, nutrition, comfort of any kind, and the pain and fear compiling up. You’ll beg for something else as he fucks you, “please let me die… please kill me.. please… I want to die… please…” He’ll stop dead in his tracks and freeze up. It’ll knock the air out of his lungs. He’ll feel nauseous and maybe even have to leave to vomit but all the same he’ll be forced to come back to your chained limp figure on the bed in a state he never really noticed before.

He’d broken you, is the realization he’ll come to. Your body pathetically laid out how he liked, but your state near dead already. It’ll make him psychotic, more than he already is, when all he can see now is the abuse he’s experienced laid out before him. He’ll feel like his father, like worse than the villain he is. He’s never felt guilt like this before. Not even the guilt he feels towards his mother can add up to this. He’ll panic and leave you there all night.

When he comes back, seeing you just how he left you, broken, it’ll flip a switch.

He’ll untie/unchain you. He’ll be silent the entire time, taking you into the bathroom and cleaning you up. Probably the first bath you’ve had in weeks. He’ll be gentle too. So damn gentle. It’ll also be an odd moment for him as he cares for you for the first time. First aid is given, he’s checking your injuries in depth now and trying to bite back the apology that wants to spill out. He’s not sorry for taking and fucking you- he’s sorry you’re like this now. Limp and nearly lifeless, unresponsive except to flinch at every tough.

You’ll sleep in a clean bed that night, if only because the blood on the sheets makes him want to vomit. It’s your blood he drew. He’ll hold you, not fuck you, and just sit in the new silence. No more screaming or crying, no more yelling and cursing. It’s quiet.

It stays quiet too. You’re so subdued it’s difficult for him to grasp sometimes. He missed your noisy whimpers now. Your cute little sniffles. You’ll be getting the most physical and soft contact, sat in his lap wrapped in a blanket while he absentmindedly games.

The League will take him away longer now. He’ll be gone for extended periods of time. It worries him deeply when he does return to you perfectly where he left you. Silent. Like a real living doll now. It stresses him, more than he cares to admit. He can’t bring the anger or familiar outbursts out though. Your dull eyes leave him feeling helpless. He hates it. Hates you. Hates himself the most, for doing this to you.

He’ll undergo his transformation and nearly end your life because of his struggle with All for One. His master knows the depth of his care for you now, and he’s determined to take that away. Dragging you from your sleep with hands around your throat squeezing the life from you. You’d begged to die before, but the will to live is stronger than you’d thought as you struggle and plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to die. He’s been so kind lately. You were feeling better.

He’ll get close to killing you, barely able to stop before he snaps your neck. He’ll be sobbing over your unconscious body, finally regaining control. Cradling you to his chest as you hang on a thread in his arms. The League gets to see you for the first time as a doctor comes and treats you, or someone with a healing quirk.

Toga is actually a crucial tool to your survival. She’s instantly smitten with your broken spirit, and she’s determined to help you trust the Boss and love him. She’s not on your side, make no mistakes, but she’s a friend you’ll be grateful for nonetheless.

It takes a while, but eventually you do come around. You willingly lean into his touch now. You hug him back. You kiss him. The initiated intimacy Toga’s idea. You were originally too scared of pissing him off. Instead, he’s even more gentle and sweet to you. The more affectionate you are, the more he reciprocates in kind.

He’s still a violent man, capable and wanting of endless destruction, but he’s soft with you. Delicate touches. Almost as if he’s afraid of breaking what little is left of you, but if you push him a little with sweet words and praise, his face will be buried in your pussy.

When he cares about your pleasure, he cares about it. He’s tearing orgasms from you in rapid succession. You’ll cry for all new reasons now. Begging to have a little break, which he’ll give. He’ll hold you in his arms as he kisses you, your face, your neck. Whispering in your ear, “Such a good girl, you came so much, you think you can handle a little more for me?” and foolishly you’ll fall for it. Fall for him. It’s deranged and unhealthy, but you’ll be so far gone off the edge that it hardly matters.

He’s so sweet with you, opening your hole for him with his fingers. Driving you wild and delirious as you beg for his cock. His much larger cock than you remembered, but with how wet you are and how kind he’s being, it’s incredible being stretched out on it. He’ll rock into you slow and deep, maybe even pull you up into his lap and hold you to his chest while immobilizing you to fuck how he likes. You’ll like it too, you won’t be able to cover your mouth or quiet the noises you make as he hisses in your ear to cum. He’ll fill you up as much as you’d like. He’ll clean you up after, bathe you, eat some snacks with you, play video games with you, cuddle you. His aftercare gets better with time. He’ll listen if you tell him what you like.

Tell him you love him, he’ll really give you the world. Put your hands on his face, and kiss everywhere you can, while telling him how perfect he is, how much you adore him, how you can’t live without him. He’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it isn’t away from him, it’s yours.

You go from prisoner to queen pretty much overnight.

Your throne is his lap though. Be good, his punishments still exist, they’re just different. He won’t hit your face, but turning your sweet ass red isn’t beneath him.

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki #dust face #bnha #Headcanons #smut #mdni #18+#a little dark #shigaraki tomura x reader #shiggy smut

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yandere-fics · 2 months

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♡ How They Take Their Darling's Virginity ♡

♡ You being a virgin is a very welcome surprise, she wasn't expecting it considering how she is super not a virgin but she is still very pleased with this. She'll only realize it one day when she's got you cornered in a hallway and is trying to stick her head under your skirt and you blurt it out. After that the game is on, she must get you to allow her to take your first and last time, she'll be damned if someone else pleases her little maid, you can't even finger yourself quietly without her somehow knowing and barging in. ♡

♡ She loves this cute game the both of you are playing where you try to run from her aggressive advances and fail because it's her castle, where could you possibly go to, this is very amusing to her and honestly she's just getting off on knowing she has you cornered but you're still fighting. You don't need to know this but the longer you don't give in, the more she is planning on edging you when she gets her hands on you later. ♡

♡ Eventually she does grow weary of the game and so she just calls you blatantly into her office and keeps you there and she forces you to sit on her face and allow her to have what she wants, and after she gets your knees to buckle and get you to sit down properly she has you in her office for hours, she cleared her schedule for two days just for this. You're going to be so drained when she's finally had her temporary fill. ♡

♡ By the way, she did take your virginity so that means she needs to take accountability and marry you right? It's only right, you can't say no or put it off, you made a big deal about your virginity so you clearly care and so you had better let her take accountability otherwise you were just lying about it being important in order to reject the crown princess which would make you a very ungrateful maid and you wouldn't want that would you? Good then enjoy being her queen and settle down darling. ♡

♡ She's very happy mostly because it means you won't notice she has experience in theory but no real experience. There's no way she's going to initiate because she's aggressively shy, sure she'll say she wants to sleep with you but she is talking out her ass to mask how incredibly worried she is about fucking up, she will combust if you take her up on that offer because she doesn't think she can actually realistically handle it. ♡

♡ She needs to make sure you have somewhere nice to do it and rest, unless you insist on doing it in just whatever inn is closest, she'll accept your judgement on whatever you say plus she's a bit scared she might chicken out if she waits too long, this is just very nerve wracking, she doesn't want to admit it but being in catholic school might have made her overly anxious about the idea of virginity. ♡

♡ She's very emotional but will try to hide how she is on the verge of crying because she's just so happy. While she has a plethora of sex toys available, this is very special and she'd like to stick with the basics for now, you two are in love right? Otherwise you wouldn't have let her have this so needless to say she will get plenty of opportunities to do what she wants. ♡

♡ She's so clingy after you've done it for the first time and very delusional. She also is 100% more defensive of your relationship than she might be normally because she views your relationship as super strong since you both lost your virginities to each other which means she wants to work extra hard to keep it together. People aren't even allowed to be alone with you when she's not there anymore. ♡

♡ Pauline gets very soft and sweet when she finds out you're a virgin and you actually want her to take your virginity, she was still worried you might think of this as just a contract relationship but surely this means you're taking it very seriously. You might expect her to be degrading and bossy like she is every time you make out but you're shocked that she's so soft as she tells you she would love to take it and thanks you for trusting her with this, she tries to avoid vulnerability but since you're being it first then you deserve it from her. She will wait a few days after you ask before she actually takes it. ♡

♡ She's extremely aggressive in the days where she's preparing so you might think that small moment was a one off and will never happen again but she's just very stressed out as she prepares to make sure this is perfect for you and so she's just a bit snappier than she would be regularly. She just has so much running through her mind and she really is worried you might back out which makes her meaner leading up to it. ♡

♡ Once you're actually there she is incredibly soft, she massages you with relaxing oils that she had to sneak from the capital since her family hates capital imports and normally she wouldn't risk it since she wants the dean title at the academy but you are more than worth it for it. She's extremely focused on your pleasure the entire time though she does assure you this is a one time thing and in the future she's going to make you serve her to make up for her treating you so well, idiot. ♡

♡ She's very soft with you, well soft for her so not that soft actually, afterwards and she'll take very little crap from her family. In all future encounters with her she also is sure to make it known she is a sadist so that sappy shit isn't going to be happening as often as you might want, though she is going to make room for the sappy shit too when she's less stressed out. ♡

♡ She can't decide if she's shocked about it or not, on one hand you are perfect and beautiful and there must have been many who wished to have you in such an intimate way but on the other hand well why would you grace those pests with your time, you are so far above them that she can hardly believe you're giving her your time. She'll gladly accept however, it only makes sense, you want to lose your virginity and while she is nowhere near as good as you, she is the only one who could possibly even come close to being entrusted with such a task. ♡

♡ She did have very through plans but the moment you suggested her drinking your blood during it, all thoughts and plans flew from her head because now she's just thinking about how to make that happen, sure she is still going to take care of you but this is just so good that she's not going to waste what her precious sunflower has offered to her. ♡

♡ She eats you out for hours on end trying to get you completely tired and then she bites you and drinks your blood, she just wants you to be so tired that you don't feel as much of the pain from the biting as you might normally. To her shock and delight however her biting at the moment of your last orgasm of the night makes it so powerful that you almost black out. ♡

♡ She just has to marry you after this, sure she feels bad but she's not going to let the opportunity to force you to be completely off limits to everyone else to go to waste. She's also going to be offering herself up to you for release constantly no matter where the both of you are, she won't ask to drink your blood like that again unless you offer but you can tell it's forever imprinted on her mind. ♡

♡ Despite being a pent up mega virgin herself, she never really considered the possibility that you were a virgin, fine ladies usually take several lovers and even in her romance novels the lady has had other lover in the past so she just didn't consider it and she has odd feelings about it. She's happy no one has touched you but it just throws her off because she was always expecting to potentially have to duel her ladies past lovers but now she doesn't. She'll want to do it almost as soon as she finds out, sure she had previously been waiting but now she needs to have you. ♡

♡ She's not as aggressive in her pursuit as some others might be but she definitely makes it clear she very much would like to do this with you. She'll wait for you to tell her you want it but she'll constantly tell you about all the special things she's bought just for your first night together, she bought you a cute comfortable lingerie set and she got pajama pants and a silky pajama shirt that match them so it's very clear you're future duke and duchess. ♡

♡ For the love of god guide her through everything she's doing so she doesn't start trying to do things to you that happened when one of the ladies in her novels did wind up losing their virginity, human bodies don't bend the way her books describe, once you get her on track it's a very nice night though! ♡

♡ Abigail wants to start wedding planning even during the sex so it only makes sense she and you are getting married very quickly after you've spent the night together. Under normal circumstance she wouldn't try to force you into a quick marriage after one night, she'd wait until you've been dating longer, but judging by how you gave this to her, it means you must want to be her duchess and lady that badly so she must make both of your dream come true! ♡

♡ Veronia has thought about it alot, she thinks about it every time she's out on a hunt thinking about how maybe if she gets you a shiny enough gem this time then you'll allow her to finally complete the bond. She's not expecting you to do anything in gratitude, adjusting to the forest and her has likely been difficult and she doesn't mind if she has to wait a good amount of time to finally have this, though beware once you tell her you want it, she's on you, no waiting a day or two to get things prepared, she needs you now please.(You can push her away and tell her there needs to be preparation if you're cruel and don't feel anything when you see how devastated she looks.) ♡

♡ There's already a bed in the cave that you sleep in most nights when she's not shifted and having you sleep in her tail but she's actually really worried it might not handle it, not that she's planning on completely destroying you the first time but the bed already creaks a bit when she lays next to you on it so it's worrying. She'll drag the mattress on the floor and put a bunch of furs on it just to make sure your bed frame doesn't snap while you're doing it. Remind her to make the merchant get a very very sturdy one next time he drops by. ♡

♡ She's acting on pure instinct alone, she's not dumb enough to just shove both of her cocks in at the same time, she knows she should only use one on you, she is however dumb enough to not know that you need to be prepared, she discovers that on accident because she's too curious not to touch you first and that's when she realize your hole is actually really tight around her fingers so how is it going to fit her and that's when it hits her she might need to loosen you up first which she does. Once she's in you she's extremely whiny, can't fucking shut up about how happy she is she gets to keep you forever now. ♡

♡ She acts extremely affectionate afterwards, whereas normally she would sit away and allow you to come to her, now she actually begins to come to you. She's going to take every opportunity she can to initiate for the first while until you tell her you need a break or you might get sick because she's literally insatiable and would go all week if you didn't need food and sleep. You also wake up with the largest jewel you have ever seen next to the mattress and a huge bear she's planning on skinning and having made into a very nice fur for you. ♡

♡ Surprisingly takes it seriously instead of turning it into an experiment, mostly because you're only a virgin once which means an experiment related to that would not be replicable so why would she do anything related to that when there's no way to make the results conclusive. She's very pleased you're a virgin, if not she would have to kill anyone who had laid their hands on you previously, she'd use their blood in order to expand your life. ♡

♡ When you ask she does use it to get to know your preferences in order to cater any future experiments around the things you seem to really enjoy this first time. She'll make sure it's extremely comfortable and will likely get maybe some wine or aphrodisiacs to lighten you up, will give you a bit of her uhm.... just to make you feel a bit lightheaded and very nice for this first time. Don't ask what she mixed in with the food, you aren't getting an answer. ♡

♡ She spends the first two hours just picking you apart with her tongue and tracing every part of your neck, chest, thighs, any of you really to figure out which points are sensitive, not to worry you have one of those gags that opens your mouth so that way she can hear which things get you the most worked up. After that she makes you cum on her fingers a few times to figure out what pace and angles you enjoy and then you'll be trapped on her cock for another few hours and she figures out how far she can push the limits of your stamina before you pass out, she wants to make you faint on her when you do it for the first time and she will get what she wants. ♡

♡ She's not going to initiate for a while as you need rest and relaxation plus she had a lot of idea for you in the first night and so she's having trouble even deciding what she wants to do first because she's just way too excited for all the ideas she had and while she knows she has infinite time to get them all done she's just so worked up up everything she gets to do now that it's too hard for her to pick. Eventually she'll just get a wheel and spins to decide. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc abigail #my oc theanna #my oc elisha #my oc raphael #my oc ainsley #my oc veronia #my oc pauline

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12 days of Christmas // A Lockwood & Co Advent Calendar

DAY 9

Welcome back! Today I have an absolute treat for you. Someone around here (I don't remember who it was unfortunately) brought up a locklyle regency AU - and while I initially felt ill-equipped to write it, inspiration struck and that is how we end up here.

So please enjoy this Bridgerton/Cinderella inspired Locklyle Regency AU, featuring Viscount Anthony Lockwood, Butler George and Kitchen Maid Lucy, who gets to have her very own Cinderella moment.

As the Clock Struck 12 - A Locklyle Regency AU

pairing: anthony lockwood x lucy carlyle

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advent calendar tags: @givemea-dam-break @wellgoslowly @maraschinomerry @losticaruss @oblivious-idiot @uku-lelevillain @avdiobliss @strawberryloveyyy @strawberrycowgirly @demigoddess-of-ghosts @thefriendlyneighborhoodmomfriend @boookfreeak

A knock on the door made Anthony Lockwood look up from the correspondence he had been working on since early morning. He called for Bancroft to come in. The elderly man entered, carrying a silver tray in front of him. "This just got dropped off, my lord." His eyes twinkled. "By a Fittes' carriage, might I add?" Anthony thanked him and gestured him to put down the tray on an empty spot on the table. He turned his attention back to the half-written letter in front of him but then decided the unopened one to his right was of much more interest. He reached over to pick it up. It was heavy, and upon turning it around, he saw himself faced with a red wax seal, indented with none other than the Fittes crest.

Lady Marissa Fittes The Duchess of Devonshire cordially invites Viscount Anthony Lockwood to a Masquerade Ball to be held at Combe Carey Hall on the 20th of May, 1813

Anthony briefly scanned the rest of the letter. A masquerade ball. He could think of much better things to spend his time on, but one doesn't simply reject an invitation coming from Lady Marissa Fittes. At least he had a few weeks to mentally prepare himself, and thanks to Bancroft, he wouldn't have to worry about acquiring a mask either.

---------- 19th of May, 1813, Combe Carey Hall-----------------

George nervously glanced up and down the hallway, but it was just as empty as when he entered it a few minutes earlier. He stepped back into one of the bays, his back to the tall window, and partially hidden by the heavy curtains he took a deep breath. The quiet was a welcome change from the bustling that was going on in other parts of the estate. For an entire week, the staff of Combe Carey Hall had been working tirelessly to prepare the huge ballroom for the masquerade ball, there had been drill after drill for the butlers, and he had no idea how he was supposed to survive the evening tomorrow when his back and shoulders were already killing him now. He jumped as the curtain in front of him was pulled back.

"Sorry I'm late", Lucy hissed, quickly moving the curtain back so that now both of them were hidden from any curious eyes that might look down the hallway. "It's fine. I needed a break anyway. But I have acquired everything you need." He held up the bundle he had tucked under his arm. "Dress and mask." Lucy took the package from him, and as she did, the fabric opened up and a mask slipped out, into her hand. "Wow", she breathed out, delicately holding it. The mask was a stunning, deep shade of blue, with many intricate silver ornaments. She moved the fabric further and revealed a heavy fabric in the same shade of blue.

She stared up at George, mouth hanging open. "Where did you get that?" George grinned. "I have my sources. Just don't question it." He took the mask from her hand and held it up to her face. "Who knows, maybe a mysterious duke will fall in love with you?" Lucy scoffed. "Yeah George, right. Because Dukes are well known for marrying kitchen maids." She paused for a moment. "I don't need love. I just want one evening to feel like more than a kitchen maid who gets pushed around. Maybe one dance with someone, anyone. And then I'll leave and no one will ever know it was me." She looked down at the luxurious fabric in her hands. "Well, thanks for this anyway. I owe you big time." George squeezed her arm. "No worries. You covered for Flo so many times, that's the least I could do." Lucy perked up. "Speaking of Flo, she asked me to give you this." She searched the pocket of her dress and pulled out a note, folded up impossibly tiny. "You're supposed to read it alone though, so I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow night!" And just like that, she was gone.

---- Morning of the 20th of May, 1813, The Lockwood's Estate-------

Anthony eyed himself in the mirror. He had forced himself into the finest tailcoat his collection could offer. It didn't look too shabby, he had to admit that. His gaze fell on the mask Bancroft had picked out for him. It was a rich, dark blue, ornately decorated with gold embellishments. It was perfectly fitted to his favourite waistcoat. As usual, he could rely on Bancroft's tastefulness. Anthony had decided to take on the journey on his own. Combe Carey Hall was just about two hours away, and he had planned to return the next day right after the brunch Lady Fittes was holding for an assorted group of attendees. He didn't even really know why he was invited to that event in the first place.

The carriage ride proved to be just as uneventful as he had expected, and after his arrival, a butler who had introduced himself as George led him to one of the many rooms of Combe Cary Hall, an estate much bigger than Anthony was used to from home. "This room is yours for the extent of your stay, Your Lordship. The Lady Fittes wishes to make known that you are free to request whatever makes your stay more comfortable. I shall be at your service until you leave the estate." Anthony took a closer look at George. He seemed to be roughly his age. "How long have you worked here?" "Just a few months, Your Lordship. I have just recently ended my training. If you wish for a more experienced -" Anthony shook his head. "No no, that's not it. I'm sure you'll do great." Something about the boy intrigued him. He had a feeling they could have been great friends if only they had been born into the same social circle.

------- 20th of May, 1813, Combe Carey Hall, 9 pm---------

After quite a lengthy conversation with George, who had excused himself to attend to some last preparations, Anthony had changed into the tailcoat he had brought and was now admiring his reflection in the mirror. The mask, which hid the upper half of his face, was fitted flawlessly to him and matched his blue and gold waistcoat to perfection. But now it was time to finally show up in the ballroom and offer a greeting to the hostess, Lady Marissa Fittes.

One entered through two large winged doors, and would then immediately reach a balustrade, over which the entire extent of the ballroom could be surveyed. Anthony took a sip from the champagne, which had been offered to him immediately upon arrival. He adjusted his mask, which had proved difficult to properly fasten without someone to help him. He wondered if it was on purpose that a butler fresh out of training, who also had responsibilities throughout the evening, was designated specifically to him. He let his gaze wander over the crowd. It wasn't hard to spot the Lady of the evening, even though she, like everyone else, was wearing a mask. Her tall, slender figure in a silver gown and a matching silver mask, by far the most elaborate he had seen so far, made her easily stand out. A lot of women would have blended into the crowd in a silver dress, but she seemed to stand out even more. He emptied the champagne and handed the empty glass with a nod to the nearest butler before he began his descent of the stairs that led down to the ballroom floor. It took quite a while until he got through to Lady Fittes, as he was not the only one here who wanted to express gratitude for the invitation. After a short conversation with her, he made his way over to the buffet at the side of the room.

He had just grabbed another glass he didn't quite know the contents of when George appeared by his side, a tray in his hand and wearing the same simple mask that seemed to have been handed out to all other butlers. He did a little bow. "My Lord. Are you enjoying the evening so far?" They had quickly switched to a much more informal style of conversation. Not only did Anthony not agree with treating his servants as his inferiors who weren't worth talking to respectfully, but their closeness in age made it easy for him to forget that George wasn't just some old friend with the same social standing as him. He took a sip from the liquid in the glass. Lemonade, delightfully bitter. Not the best he ever had though, he much preferred the natural lemonade with pulp his mother had given him as a small kid. "There hasn't been much I could have enjoyed yet. The conversation with Lady Fittes was…" He waved it off. "Let's forget about that. I should be off finding some lovely ladies to dance with." George's eyes twinkled in a mischievous way that reminded Lockwood of Bancroft. "I might know someone you'd like. But she won't arrive until later." Anthony knew it wouldn't be a good look for him to spend the entire evening talking to George, even though he found himself enjoying their conversations. He did not particularly enjoy the company of all the young ladies, since a lot of them seemed to think of him as an eligible bachelor who was desperate to marry as soon as possible. He knew that was what he should be, but he couldn't care less if he was honest with himself.

----------20th of May, 1813, Combe Carey Hall, 11:30 pm -----

Lucy's hands were slightly shaking as she made her way through the hallway leading up to the entrance of the ballroom. She was thankful for the mask that was hiding half of her face, and she had to stop herself from constantly smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She had no idea how George managed to get his hand on something as gorgeous as this. Really, it was much too gorgeous for her plain self. If it weren't for the equally gorgeous mask, she would have looked ridiculous. On the way to the ballroom, she had come across several of her fellow kitchen maids, all of whom had curtsied for her - it seemed like all it took to make her completely unrecognisable was an expensive dress.

She downed the first glass of champagne that was offered to her in one go, and for a moment she just stood at the balustrade, looking down on the crowd of dancers. Her fingers gripped the cold metal, and she had to talk herself out of turning around and going straight back to the kitchens. Luckily, she quickly spotted George, whose curly hair made him easily recognisable, even with the mask on. She felt weak in the knees as she slowly descended the stairs, still gripping the balustrade, fearing that at any moment, someone would recognise her for the fraud she was and throw her out. She made her way through the crowd, desperate to find George as quickly as possible. When she finally spotted him, she almost tripped over her dress as she rushed over to him.

"Woah, that is not very lady-like of you", George laughed a little as she skidded to a halt next to him. The masked lady next to them turned her head, and despite her mask, you could tell her look was disapproving. "I feel like throwing up", Lucy whispered. "This was a bad idea." George shook his head, still smiling. "You look fantastic. This is gonna be a great night. I already found you a dance partner." Lucy whipped around. "What? Where? Who?" George squeezed her arm. "Calm down", he whispered. "I think he's coming over right now."

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Anthony was growing tired after the fifth dance of the evening. Somehow it felt like every girl he talked to had been the same. Maybe because they all looked the same with their masks, but maybe also because none of the conversations they had had during dancing had been stimulating enough to keep him with his dance partner for longer than the socially required duration of a dance. He grabbed himself another lemonade, scanning the crowd for George. Maybe it was time for a break. It didn't take long to spot him, but this time he had to do a double take. George wasn't alone anymore. Next to him stood a girl in a stunning royal blue gown. They seemed to be close, judging by the way they were whispering to each other. He was intrigued. Who was this girl? He felt the need to talk to her, maybe ask her for a dance. He put down the lemonade, and made his way over, straightening out his suit. For whatever reason, he wanted to make a good first impression on her.

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"There he comes", George said and gave her a nudge with his elbow. "Stand straight, you wanna make a good first impression." Lucy did what he said, and her eyes frantically scanned the room for someone coming towards them. What if this was George's way of paying her back for the pranks she had pulled on him some time again and now he had promised some old creepy dude a dance with her? Someone behind her cleared his throat, and she whipped around. Her stomach dropped at the sight in front of her. The man standing in front of her, his mask the same shade as hers, but with gold ornaments to her silver ones, made a little bow.

"I'm Anthony Lockwood, pleased to make your acquaintance." "Viscount Anthony Lockwood", George added and gave her another subtle nudge. Lucy gasped, and she could feel herself blushing in embarrassment as she did a very wobbly curtsy. "Miss - Miss Holly Munro", she blurted out the first name that came to mind that wasn't hers. Anthony smiled and extended his hand. Not really sure what to do, she went to shake it, but instead, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss on her knuckles. Lucy felt like she was about to faint, and she could tell that George was trying hard to keep his composure. What was happening? "Miss Munro, might I have the honour of the next dance with you?" She couldn't do anything but nod, much too overwhelmed by the situation. So when Anthony offered her his arm, she let him escort her to the dancefloor.

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Miss Holly Munro. Anthony was racking his brain, but he was unable to put a face to the name. That in and of itself was not unusual, as the amount of ladies one met at these events was simply overwhelming and he did not care to know them. But then again, if he had ever seen this girl before, he would have remembered, he was sure of it. Something about her was entirely captivating to him. He could only see half of her face, but that coupled with her beautiful eyes that had looked at him with great surprise only seconds before made him sure that was remarkably beautiful. He wondered what her connection to George was. As he led her onto the dance floor, he could tell that she was nervous. They began dancing, and he quickly realised that her nervousness meant that her dancing wasn't as refined as he was used to from the ladies he had danced with before her.

But rather than annoyance, as he was used to from himself, it sparked in him the wish to hold her and relieve her of this nervousness. He tried his best to lead her through the dance, every now and then stepping aside to avoid her foot on his. "How come I haven't seen you around so far this evening, Miss Munro?", he asked. She wasn't wearing gloves, and her hand felt warm in his. It felt like it was supposed to be there. "Oh, I'm sure you've seen me", she said, avoiding his gaze. "I've been here quite a long time." "I find that hard to believe", he replied. "I could never forget a beauty like yours. And if I had seen you before, I surely would have asked you to dance right that instance." He couldn't help but smile as he noticed the blush on her cheeks as she looked to the ground bashfully, still not meeting his eyes. This was the most genuine reaction to a compliment he had seen all night. But then again, it was also the first genuine compliment he had given all night.

After a while, the conversation between them was flowing easily, and Anthony found himself not wanting to stop their dance. Where with every other girl he had felt the urge to leave as soon as possible, this was the opposite - he felt the urge to never leave her. With every time she laughed at his jokes and blushed at his compliments, or said something witty that made him laugh - he found himself thinking about how maybe marriage wouldn't be so bad if it was with someone like her. "Shall we get some lemonade"? he asked after they had - rather reluctantly from his side and, he felt confident, also from hers - ended the dance due to the band taking a break. She nodded and he fetched two glasses, giving her one. "Would you like to accompany me outside on the balcony? I could use some fresh air." "Of course, my lord." He could barely stop himself from asking her to just call him Anthony. Using his title was awfully formal when he felt like he had known her forever. They made their way to the balcony, her still at his arm, and he revelled in the feeling of having her pressed up against his side as they navigated the tight crowd.

The balcony was surprisingly empty, probably because everyone had gathered at the buffet after all the dancing. He let his eyes wander over the beautifully maintained garden that lay in front of them, but when he turned to her, it was like for a moment he had forgotten how to breathe. She looked ethereal, the silver on her mask glowing and her blue dress in the silver moonlight made her look like the gods themselves had blessed her. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than for her to take that mask off so he could see what beauty lay beneath it. "Have any other suitors expressed interest in marriage with you?", he blurted out, and immediately regretted it as she took a surprised step back. "Any other suitors?", she asked, her voice suddenly uncharacteristically small. Anthony cursed himself for his thoughtless words. "Surely you have many gentlemen interested in you?" He thought that was a harmless question, but it seemed to make her even more nervous. "I don't have any suitors", she said quietly, and he had to hold back a sound of surprise. "That's not possible", he said. "A lady as stunning as you, with no suitors?" She shook her head frantically, taking another small step back. He moved a little closer to her, fighting the urge to take her hand. Maybe she was embarrassed at her predicament. After all, having no suitors wasn't all that flattering. "Would you have any interest in a courtship with me? I have found our conversations -" She raised her hands, her voice wavering. "No, please, my lord, that's impossible. You can't marry me. No one can marry me. I - I'm so sorry." And with that, she hastily gathered her skirt and practically sprinted back into the ballroom.

Anthony Lockwood stood on the balcony and felt like he had been struck by lightning. What had just happened? One moment he had offered marriage to a girl, and the next she was gone. Did a marriage proposal from him evoke that much terror in her? She had seemed to enjoy their conversation just as much as him. And if she really had no suitors… 'No one can marry me' she had said - what did that mean? Just then, as if to mock him, the church bells in the little village below the estate started to chime - it was midnight. He needed to find her. She didn't have to marry him and she found him that repulsive, but he did deserve an explanation at least.

Back inside, he searched for George. In his rush to get to him, he knocked into several people, all of whom gave him indignant looks, but he could not care less. "George!" The butler turned around, looking surprised at his dishevelled state. "My Lord?" "Miss Munro, where is she?" "What?" "Miss Munro", Anthony repeated, impatiently. "Where has she gone? We just talked outside, and suddenly she ran away." George put the tray he was carrying down on the nearest table. "What did you talk about?" "I was offering her courtship", he said shortly, not wanting to think too long about the fact that the prospect of marrying him was what had made her flee the scene. George widened his eyes. "Marriage?!" "That is not the point now. I just need to talk to her." He tried hard to keep his voice down, but the prospect of never seeing her again made him erratic. He had never even seen her face. "You know where she is, George", he said urgently. George rubbed his temple. "She's gonna kill me", he mumbled, more to himself, and Anthony did not care to ask him what he meant by that. "George!" "Alright! Go through that door, down the corridor, then to the left, then to the right. You should find her there."

Anthony did not wait for him to finish speaking, instead, he rushed to follow George's instructions. The hallway was much smaller than the opulent ones he had seen so far, it seemed almost like this was an area for servants. Why did George send him here? He was running down the hallway, and while he tried his best not to trip over his own feet, he tried to undo the knot that held up his mask. Away with that stupid thing.

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Lucy leaned against the outer wall of the estate, the stones cool at her back. Her hands were still shaking, and she was so focused on taking deep breaths in order not to have a panic attack that she didn't hear the approaching footsteps. "Miss Munro?" She clutched her hand to her mouth to stifle a startled yelp, and when she turned around, none other than the man who had just proposed marriage to her stood there. But something was different - his mask was gone. She felt her face get hot. He was even more handsome than she had imagined it. This was about to be a disaster.

"Miss Munro, are you okay? I did not mean to startle you just now. And I did not mean to overwhelm you with the prospect of marriage. We can always take a little more time to get to know each other better." His voice was gentle, and she could feel her eyes starting to water. Sneaking into this ball was the worst idea she had ever had. "You don't want to marry me", she finally said, and she hated how her tears were audible in her voice. Anthony took a step closer to her. "What makes you think that?" Lucy's heart hammered in her chest. Now she was trapped. She couldn't just run off again. Maybe she should just come clean. He seemed like a kind enough man, he would probably excuse himself and then leave her alone and not make her any trouble.

He was looking at her expectantly, and she bit so hard down on her cheek that she was sure it must be bleeding. "I can't be your wife", she finally said. "I'm not a lady. I shouldn't even be here and I'm not who you think I am." Anthony was quiet, showing no signs of surprise. She nervously shifted her weight. She had expected him to be upset. "I'm not a Lady", she repeated herself. "I'm just a mere kitchen maid, never suitable for a man of your social standing. You should never even be seen talking to me." Her eyes were trained on the ground, and she waited for the inevitable sound of him turning around and leaving, angry at her deceit and disgusted at the fact that he had offered marriage to a kitchen maid. But he didn't leave. Instead, he asked: "Is that how you know George?" Her head shot up, surprised. "Are you not angry?"

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Anthony had no idea how to feel. What she had just told him - never in a million years would he have expected that. "Angry? Why should I be angry?" he finally asked. Yes, maybe he should be angry. He knew that that was what was expected of him. But he couldn't bring himself to anger. "I deceived you", she said, dropping her head again. Without thinking, he closed the gap between them and gently raised her chin back up with his finger until she was looking at him. Her beautiful eyes, which he now finally had the chance to truly look into, were swimming with tears. "You did not. The proposal was extended to you, not to any title you might have or not have. It's you that has captivated my every sense."

Neither of them moved. He could feel himself getting lost in her gaze, and there was a not-so-small part of him that wished he could just lean down and kiss her. But a much bigger part of him wanted something else. "Can I take off your mask?", he asked quietly. He could tell that she hesitated. "I'm not sure this is a good idea. You might be disappointed", she said finally, and he almost laughed out loud. "I don't think I will be."

She hesitated a few seconds longer, then took a step back. She raised her hand to the back of her head, but he stopped her. "Can I do it?" She nodded, and quickly started working on the tight knot. It didn't take long for him to hold the two loose ends in his hands, and he slowly took a step back. She looked at him, and for the second time this evening he felt like he couldn't breathe. "You are as beautiful as the moon and the stars, Miss Munro", he finally breathed out. The girl in front of him swallowed thickly. "That's not my real name. It's Lucy." His heart skipped a beat. He carefully took both her hands, pulling her closer to him with a smile. "Well, you are as beautiful as the moon and the stars, Lucy."

#lockwood and co advent calendar #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #regency au #locklyle regency au #anthony lockwood x lucy carlyle

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dick and balls. and cock

There was no possibility of restraint when Louis looked like this. Lestat had watched him work and command the room in every room he entered, no more aware of his beauty and how eyes followed him with desire, need, the young girl wondering if he’d ever taken one of the girls and might ever take her, the leering visiting white politician who came in scouting for a colored maid but only imagined how he could force Louis to his bed instead. Lestat did not need to see Louis through their eyes to understand the appeal, but it was easy for the mind to wander in such boredom. In the girl’s eyes, he saw Louis’ smile, the genuine smile he saved for them that the johns never got to see, how bright his eyes shone during conversation with Brick. The man was less subtle, irritating, hardly deserving of Louis in his sight, but one of his fantasies… inspired Lestat, he might say.

When Louis found Lestat in the parlor to drive back home together, he made sure to make direct eye contact with the imbecile and smirked at the sudden fear that paralyzed him. Public figure or not, Lestat would soon make sure this was his last week alive, undeserving as he is to think those things about Louis, but he had more important things to see to that night.

He barely restrained himself long enough to allow Louis to wash up and change into his private clothing before encroaching his space in their living room and coaxing him onto Lestat’s lap.

“The book was just getting good,” Louis complained, wrapping his arms around Lestat’s neck and tilting his head back as Lestat sucked kisses into his Adam’s apple and jaw. “What now?”

In lieu of an immediate answer, Lestat pulled him into a kiss, humming with satisfaction when Louis moaned softly and guided one of Lestat’s hands to squeeze his ass. Lestat used both hands to grope Louis’ ass, pleased as always at its plushness and heft, the way it spilled out under his grip. In the few weeks since Lestat turned Louis, Louis had slowly allowed himself to loosen up when they were in private. Three days ago, he didn’t push Lestat away when Lestat came up behind him in their bath room when they first woke up with the sunset, only tilted his head to the side for Lestat’s teeth and arched his hips back onto Lestat’s cock. Even then, Lestat could make out the minuscule hitching of his hips grinding down. He cock twitched under his robe at Louis wanting his ass played with and taking the initiative to make it happen. Lestat would have to make sure to given him all the due attention later, but first he had his own plans to see through.

“You sucked cock before, mon ange?” He dragged his hands through the motions until he had bare skin under his palms, moaning deeper into the kiss and promising himself to lick into Louis later.

He pulled back to watch Louis’ reaction. He was flushed. “What typa question’s that?”

Lestat raised an eyebrow. He traced his thumb over Louis’ lips and pushed the tip of it into Louis’ mouth when it parted and Louis’ eyelids fluttered. “I think you may not be able to do it,” he murmured in French. “You often cry about it being too big in your cunt, despite that being what it was made for. How can your little mouth take it?”

“Quit talking nonsense like that,” he said, despite the way he followed Lestat’s thumb forward when it let him go. He wrapped his lips back around it, looking at Lestat through his eyelashes. He knew exactly what he was doing when he looked at Lestat like that. Lestat couldn’t help smiling and pushing another finger inside Louis’ mouth and screwing it open like a crank. Louis cooperated well, even when drool began dripping from his mouth. Lestat hummed with satisfaction and removed his fingers; he wiped the saliva on Louis’ cheek.

“Do you want to suck me?”

Louis looked at him with those big doe eyes and shook his head no.

Lestat tilted his head. “Shall I force you?”

Louis’ eyes widened with a flash of terror. Lestat could smell the sharp leak of his arousal. He nodded.

At Lestat’s prompting, Louis slid to his knees, such eager ease that Lestat knew he’d claim coercion the next day, and kept his palms flat down on his thighs. Lestat didn’t mind that. He realized very early on that Louis usually wanted to be pushed into sex and physical intimacy; it was too much for him to vocally admit want, desire. Instead he wanted to be Lestat’s victim, sometimes willing, sometimes not. There were sunrises spent complaining, saying that he didn’t want to, that they shouldn’t, yet if Lestat ever tried pulling out, those gasped nos turned into pleading, begging him not to stop, telling him to never stop.

“Sit back,” Lestat said. Louis did, a wall of shame over his face when he registered how close he was before, leaning over like he wanted to get his mouth on it the second he could. “So much for forcing you, hm?”

He kept eye contact with Louis as he undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. Lestat knew it looked intimidating; Louis hadn’t left coffin for hours the night after Lestat fucked him the first time, whether from physical recovery or Louis’ typical self-flagellation he wasn’t sure at first. Quite a bore, that, until Lestat realized Louis was goading him into fucking him again and fucking him harder.

Louis’ lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet his lips. Lestat didn’t expect him to be this eager, but perhaps he should’ve—when Louis was human, he’d catch flashes of Louis’ fantasies beneath his valiant attempts to suppress them; wondering how it might feel to get messed up by Lestat, wondering if Lestat would ever want to fuck his mouth, wondering if his hands and hair were proportional. It was cute. Fleeting, though, as Louis could barely get himself to admit such absolute desire, and Lestat doubted even the most skilled of vampires could parse Louis’ thoughts. He was the most skilled, after all.

Lestat stroked his cock lazily and watched Louis watch him. Perhaps it was cruelty that delayed his own gratification, but he knew what he’d been waiting for when Louis mumbled, “Les, c’mon, I’m tired,” and swayed forward.

“You are not tired,” Lestat laughed. “You are greedy. Open and stick your tongue out.”

Louis, sweetest of saints, did as he was told, pink tongue lolling over his brown lip, flushed already as he looked up at Lestat. Lestat slapped his cock on Louis’ tongue a few times and trailed the wet tip over his cheeks and lips. Louis stayed still and good, and Lestat told him as much as he finally fed him his cock, the other hand cupping the back of Louis’ neck to keep him in place, “good, that’s it, c’est ça,” praise falling from his mouth as easily as it always did.

It felt incredible as all things did with Louis, but there was something particularly affective about having him on his knees with his mouth wrapped around Lestat’s cock. Something about it must’ve been distinct to Louis too; when Lestat paused his movements a third of the way to commit the incandescent image of Louis’ fluttering eyelashes to mind, Louis whined and followed him forward, hands bracing themselves on Lestat’s calves.

“Greedy,” Lestat said breathlessly, needing a moment to breathe in enough sanity to continue. He moved his hand to the back of Louis’ neck and held it there. Louis started gagging by the time Lestat’s fist around his cock bumped against Louis’ lips, pushing away from Lestat’s calves and attempting to pull off. Lestat considered granting mercy for only one second before he’d forced enough in to feel Louis’ throat spasm at his cockhead.

“Shh, shh,” Lestat shushed. “You’re okay, you can take it—oui, comme ça, that’s right, that’s good,” when his cock finally broached Louis’ throat. He grunted and flexed his hips deeper into Louis, and forced him to stay there when instinct welled up. The panic in Louis’ eyes made Lestat’s cock throb in his mouth, but he still tried to reassure, “n’est pas—you needn’t breathe, relax,” those few words requiring all his strength to focus on anything other than Louis’ sweet little mouth.

Of course, Louis had the tightest cunt Lestat had ever fucked, but there was something different about the tightness from his lips sucking desperately around Lestat’s cock when he stopped resisting as much and leaned into it. Even when Lestat stopped holding him down, Louis kept those plush and gorgeous lips wrapped tight around Lestat’s cock, fucking his mouth on it with his own desperation.

“I knew you would take to this so beautifully,” Lestat said lowly in French. He exhaled harshly and thrust forward into Louis’ throat, precome leaking into Louis, and switched back to English when Louis moaned wantonly and garbled something around Lestat’s cock. He didn’t even try to pull off to make himself legible, just continued sucking like it would be paramount to death to remove Lestat’s cock from his mouth. “Such a perfect cocksucker.”

Louis whimpered and dug his claws into Lestat’s calves, the sting and subsequent smell of blood searing pleasure through Lestat. He threw his head back with a long groan and relished in Louis’ worship.

Louis did not like his hair being pulled or really being touched at all without permission, but that gave Lestat ample excuse to grab his neck instead, thumb pressing into where he bit Louis the first time. That had been heady, and the reminder always sent pleasure shocking down his ------- etcetcetcetcetectec

#iwtv #help me finish this i like lestat am too overwhelmed by the OPTIONS laid out in front of me of where to come on louis

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