#it's just so innocent and classy at the same time

[beans-in-soup]

🎀The Radio Demon🎀

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Warnings: Alastor is bad at affection, Alastor is awkward, Alastor’s dating skills are pathetic…..give him tips please..he sucks….

Syno: silly little Alastor dating headcanons, but I wrote him in character so he’s very…him🤨..

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How you guys start

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-Alastor isn’t really one for romance or catching feelings, but if he were, yoid have to be the most entertaining thing he’s seen in a while.

-I think he’s all up for giddy innocent people, people that smile a lot, people that laugh a lot, people that are carefree, and a joy to be around, even people who are crazy..crazier than him or just crazy. If you are those things then he’d take a great liking to being around you all the time.

-especially if you have dark humor, that makes him really laugh. As soon as you make him laugh the first time, he’d be around you a lot more, if being funny is your thing, he’d follow you around just to laugh again. He’d find you greatly entertaining.

-As soon as he notices that he’s taken a liking to your personality or just your humor, he’d begin to reciprocate, he’d want to make you laugh as well, and he’d often appear out of nowhere to tell you an “old timey pun”. That’s how you get the hint that he likes you..other than him just stalking you around the hotel.

-When he’s surely come to the conclusion of adoring you. Then he’d make the move..it wouldn’t be very..romantic per say? Like he wouldn’t ask you out with sparkles and kisses. It would kinda go like this

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^Alastor waltz into the hotel’s lobby, shadow demon trailing shorty behind him with a big smile on its face, matching the same big one that Alastor is wearing. He finds his way over to you and sneaks up behind you, slightly startling you as he doesn’t make his presence known..you just have to guess he’s there by the chills that present themself down your neck. Once he knows he gotten your attention, he just stand there and smile at you..eerily..

“..How can I help you Alastor..?” You’d have to break the creepy silence, Alastor truly isn’t trying to be weird he just doesn’t know where to start.

“We shall enjoy breakfast together in my room, let’s say..tomorrow.” He doesn’t really question..it’s rather a statement. But of course you just nod a little off put.

“Lovely.” And with that he walks away.

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-the date would go better than him asking you out though, he’s a old class gentleman, so he would come prepared with a bouquet of your favorite flowers..you don’t know how he got that information but he has it.

-He’d also thank you for dining with him at the end of breakfast, and pat your head with his radio cane as a sign of affection.

-the only way you’d know that was considered a date, or that you guys are even dating is if he tells you that it should become a regular thing everyday..that’s his way of asking you to be his partner.

Relationship

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-Like I said, it would probably take a couple of breakfasts together for you to realize you guys are even ‘dating’ because Alastor won’t straight up say it or call you his spouse.

-Even with him being very avoidant on the topic, he’d still be absolutely classy with you, he’d act the same way he did when you guys were just acquaintances but..notched up a little, so he’d plant kisses on your hand on special occasions

-Will compliment you the best of his ability, “Dear, you look absolutely deadly this morning.” ..please don’t take it the wrong way, he’s trying his best. Will most likely say shit like “You’d taste delicious” to compliment you..Will he eat you? Who knows it’s always a surprise with him.

-he will most definitely bite you though, I read it on @/Radioisntdead’s page, (creds to them), and I thought it was so fitting and cute, so yes he would definitely bite you uncalled for as a sign of affection.

-He showers you with flowers and small trinkets from cannibal town.

-You are the only one who gets to see his tail!! Will he let you touch it..maybe..but make him laugh first then you’ll get a two in one deal of touching his ears too.

-Will cook you cultural food from when he was alive, yes that includes Jambalaya, he makes his shit spicy so, if you aren’t into that, have milk on hand or be really nice about telling him to tone it down.

-Or if you don’t like speaking up about things cause you’re a people pleaser like me and will just take the pain of burning taste buds instead of possibly hurting his nonexistent feelings, then he will figure out by the red look on your face and your watery eyes..he finds it funny. But he doesn’t want to put you in pain for too long, so the next time he cooks for you, you can see that he’s toned down the spice a little..he will never tell you that he did it for your sake though.

-your special thing is eating togther because Alastor is a big foodie and will try different foods with you, also if you like cooking, Alastor would adore your food especially if it’s something from your culture.

-Alastor, will not be one for cuddles…what he will do is sit on the couch next to you and wait for you to fall asleep, the he will lay you down on his lap. He won’t ever physically wrap his arms around you or snuggle into you, he’d wait for you to snuggle into him..but then he’d sit perfectly still and not reciprocate.

-Alastor also doesn’t sleep…but when you guys are dating, he won’t have to stand in the corner anymore..cause he knows that would creep you out, so when you sleep in his room or when he goes to your room, he will instead lay on the bed, back against the headboard, but legs relaxed on the bed, and he’d read, while you slept beside him..he’d also be very overprotective and on gaurd for you while you are in such a pathetic state.

-OVERPROTECTIVE BF ALASTOR!!! GRRR!!

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Tell me if I should do NSFW or Argument HC’s next!! Also, I am working on a part two of my Vox smut ‘Photoshoot’, so it should be out soon!!😙😙🫶🏼🎀

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[pretty-little-mind33]

No body, No crime

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You meet a sexy, dangerous, stranger on a train. And he somehow ends up kidnapping you?

Genre: Hurt and comfort, fluff, angst (kinda?)

Warnings: no actual kidnapping lol, canon type violence, crying, protective!tangerine, aloof!tangerine?, pet names, blood, swearing (duh)

You have never been this anxious on a train until now.

A man dressed in a fancy navy suit covered in blood has just pinned himself to the wall of the train, your back pressed to his chest as his hand covers your mouth tightly.

"Tsk, luv, t's ok," he whispers hoarsely, his accent thick, "If they see ya, then they'll kill ya," he continues, "I don't like this anymore than you do, doll, but I can't let'em kill an innocent girl can I? So you'll have to stay quiet for me, you understand?"

You squirm in his arms, which is the only way you can think of asking him to let you go. You want to promise him you won't tell a soul about the gun-shots you heard or how he had pinned you against him, but you can't make a sound behind his hand. So, you make the quick decision and bite his palm hard enough for him to drop his hand with a small hiss. 

However, you aren't quick enough to make a run for it since his hand grips your arm and spins you around. You slam against the wall, your chest against his, and you look up into his eyes.

Shit, you think, they're the loveliest blue you have ever seen.

"What the fuck, darlin?" he says, gripping his arms around you now. He's staring at you with a stern, rather intimidating, expression and you feel conflicted.

"I-" you stammer, entranced by just how handsome this man is. Suddenly, you hear louder, closer, crashes and then the sounds of gunshots and your freeze. You find yourself looking up at the man for reassurance.

He doesn't give you any.

"Bullocks," he curses under his breath and looks around you. You follow his gaze but see nothing. When the man looks at you again, his eyes look only a little reluctant, "I am sorry about this, darlin'."

You don't have time to process what he means because he's slamming the side of your head into the wall, hard, and then everything turns dark.

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When you wake, you blink. You're laying in the back of someone's car. You groan, touching your temple gently and sensing a little dampness. You sit up only to realize you had been laying on someone's lap. 

You look up and your eyes widen. It's the same man only this time he's absolutely drenched in blood and bruises litter his skin. His hairline is wet from sweat, which only ends up accentuating his curls, and he looks at you, sensing your movement, and smirks. 

"Hello, luv," he says and you shoot up, scrambling to the opposite side of the car. Your heart beats almost pounds out of your chest as you stare at him with large, frightened eyes. His voice is a little harsh when he says, "We ain't gonna hurt you."

You look towards the driver. He's a dark-skinned man with dyed platinum hair who looks just as disheveled and bloody as his friend. "Y'know perhaps she'd fuckin' believe ya if ya sounded like it?" 

"Fuck you," the blue-eyed man snaps, his eyes narrowing. He pauses a moment but then looks at you again and says, just a little softer this time, "I promise, on this fuckin' jackass's head, you're safe with us." 

The driver rolls his eyes. "Real classy," he mutters.

"Who are you?" you find the bravado to ask, your voice hoarse. You move your arm, you're adrenaline calming, and you feel a sting.

When you look down you see there is a fabric wrapped around your forearm but it's still seeping blood. "How the hell did this happen?" you think as you move your arm cautiously.

"I'm Tangerine, and he's Lemon." The man, whom you just learned was Tangerine, says. He looks at your arm, "Sorry luv, you got hit a little when the train crashed. Must've hit your head again too because you didn't wake for a while. Thought you'd died."

"Oh," you whisper, "and why did you kidnap me?" you ask after a moment, looking around the car — which looks like a taxi. Something catches your eye. Tangerine’s sleeve is ripped up. You look down at your arm and realize the fabric binding your wound matches his shirt.

He patched up your arm with his shirt. 

"Kidnap you?" Tangerine exclaims, mouth curling upwards into a sneer, "No, we just saved your ungrateful arse," his tone is harsh and Lemon tuts, snapping his head to look at his friend. 

"You're being fuckin' scary, mate," he warns, "can't ya see she's scared." 

"I'll shove one up your," Tangerine starts but then he turns to you and his words die in his throat. You're holding your arm, tears brimming in your eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. You stare at Tangerine, watching his expression shift and he almost looks concerned.

Almost. 

"As I said, doll, you are safe now," he assures you, calmer. He looks you over with a small smile, "We're takin' ya home where we'll help clean your wounds and you can sleep. As soon as we know you're okay, then we'll take you wherever you want to go. We aren't kidnapping you, sweetie, I promise."

You nod, wiping at your tears, as you lean against the car window. You don't want to talk anymore. The car ride is silent until Lemon parks the taxi in front of a house. Tangerine is the one who helps you out and then he slaps his hand on the hood and Lemon, from inside the taxi, nods. He drives away and Tangerine turns to you. He crosses his arms. 

"This way, luv," he holds open the door and you follow him inside. You clutch your arm and admire the interior decor; all modern and fancy, as Tangerine leads you to a small bathroom near the stairs. "Come 'er," he whispers as washes his hands. 

You walk in timidly, watching his movements. He's calm as he focuses on the water and he feels your staring, "Can you jump onto the counter alone or do'ya need my help?" Tangerine asks with a smirk.

Cheeks aflame you use your non-injured arm and lift yourself onto the marble counter and wince when Tangerine rolls up his sleeve and presses a cotton-ball to the bruises and cuts that litter your face. 

"Mmm," he hums as he works, his eyes focused only on the way you flinch. "You gotta sit still for me."

"It hurts," you whimper when he moves to look at your arm. Tangerine doesn't seem amused.

"I know, darlin'. But, if I can't look at it then I can't help you, can I?" he says calmly. He looks at the wound, the fabric of his chemise abandoned on the bathroom floor, and frowns. "Fuck, I have to stitch this up for you."

Your eyes widen, "You?! Are you a doctor?"

Tangerine's movements pause and he narrows his eyes as he stares at you intensely. "Ya, didn't ya see my nameplate on the door?" It's sarcastic and you don't find it funny as your lip quivers. Tangerine sighs. "Now listen here. No tears, alright? I know you'll be fine. The pain'll only last a minute. Trust me."

Trust him. How odd a sentence for some random stranger who had basically kidnapped you. Still, you nod and let him stitch your wound.

Tangerine had lied. It was painful for more than just one minute, but when he pressed his lips to your forehead for a mere second after the ordeal, the pain was instantly a distant memory. 

His thumb caresses your cheek and, for the first time all night, he smiles a little. Tangerine drops the needle onto the face-towel near your hip and runs his bloody hands under water, washing them again. You wipe your blood from your cheek, the mark his thumb had left, "Sorry," he chuckles as he takes your arm again and this time he applies some vaseline to the wound and then wraps a gauze, non-stick, bandage around your arm. "You were brave, princess. I'm impressed." 

"Thank you," you whisper, looking into his eyes.

"You're welcome, and don't mention it," Tangerine's sweet smile is replaced by a smirk as he pats your thigh, indicating you can jump down now. He runs a hand in his curls and checks his own appearance in the mirror. "Seriously, don't mention it," he insists absentmindedly and then looks at you from the corner of his eye, "And unless you want to see me shower, love, I suggest you leave now. Wait in the room."

He says it so casually but you feel like your heart could explode. You nod and quickly walk out, closing the door behind you.

"Oh, would you happen to have some aspirin?" you wince and then ask timidly. You hear shuffling. When the door shuffles open you see Tangerine's hand come out and he hands you a medicine bottle. With a small thank you, you take it and walk down the hallway. Tangerine hadn't told you where his room was, or where you could find water for your aspirin.

You almost slam into Lemon, who's wiping his hands on his jeans and he seems surprised to see you. "Oh, I see my brother took care of ya, did he?" Lemon smirks and looks you up and down.

"Brother?" you whisper. 

Lemon looks amused, "Yeah. We're twins," he says casually. 

You stare at him, confused, but just nod in agreement. Lemon chuckles and sees the aspirin in your hand. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and guides you to the kitchen. "Love seeing people's reactions when I tell 'em that," he smirks and runs you a glass of water. "So, what's your name, bird?"

"Y/n," you say as Lemon hands you the glass and you take the medicine. 

"Cheers," Lemon claps his hands and looks you up and down, "So, did Tangerine say where he wanted ya to sleep?" You shake your head a little sheepishly and Lemon rolls his eyes, "no bother, here, you can just sleep in his room."

"His room?" you squeak as Lemon plucks the glass from your hand and ushers you into the hallway and up the stairs this time.

Tangerine had said to wait in the room, and you had assumed he meant his room, but now you aren't so sure. 

"Yup," Lemon says with a smirk, popping the 'p' playfully as he opens the door to what you assume is Tangerine's room. It's a decent sized room, dimly lit with an organized desk and navy blue sheets. All the furniture in this room looks expensive. "He saved you, you're his responsibility."

Lemon pats your head and then leaves with a hum. You stand in the room, still dressed in your dirty, blood-covered clothes. You're too afraid to sit on any surfaces so you stand and look around.

Just as you almost pick up a picture from Tangerine's desk, he comes in with a towel wrapped around his waist as he shakes his hair out from his shower. Your eyes widen; his chest is painted in scars. 

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" he sneers, pausing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry," you hurry to explain, suppressing your tears as you're overwhelmed by this entire situation, "your brother said I could sleep in your room—that I was your responsibility," your voice comes out small and meak. Tangerine rolls his eyes.

"Bloody hell, there's no need to cry, darlin'," he says a little rudely and your eyes widen. Your hands shake by your sides, tears brimming in your eyes as you take in his words. 

"No need to cry?" you start, your voice rising, "No need to fucking crying? Are you fucking serious?!" 

Tangerine seems surprised by your outburst and he just stares as you word vomit all over him.

"First, the train I was on to visit my sister was fucking attacked and then when some asshole knocked me out I wake up in some random taxi, injured and bruised, as two random men—including said asshole that perviously hit me—can't give me their real fucking names, or any coherent answers as to why I'm there. They bring me to their home, stitch up my wounds—which I do thank you for. But then they act all normal and calm and I'm just not supposed to feel like crying? After all that has happened?"

You take a breath and then continue, "You could really be a little nicer to me, you know! I'm filthy and still in pain a-and I just want to go home but I lost my phone," the dam suddenly breaks and tears rapidly stream down your cheeks. You shake and sob, covering your face with your hands and arms as embarrassment takes over. 

You feel Tangerine walk closer but he doesn't hug you, instead he looks at you and says, "I'm not good with feelings, darlin'," he admits, "I would comfort ya if I knew how. Can you look at me?"

You shake your head, still feeling embarrassed, "This is so humiliating," you choke on your saliva and Tangerine sighs, wiping his thumb under your lips. He shushes you and without another word turns around to rummages through his dresser and hand you clean clothes (which consists of one of his band-shirts you assume is from high school and sweatpants that haven't been worn in twenty years). 

"C'mere," he says and hands them to you along with a towel. "Shower is downstairs, as you know. Can you shower without wetting your arm?" he asks and you nod quickly. You'd have to. The alternative is help or no shower, and you want neither of those.

"Cheers. Then, when you're changed you can come 'er and sleep. I'll sleep on the couch downstairs. Tomorrow we'll find a phone you can use and call your family. You'll be okay," he says it so calmly it's almost eerie but you can't help the comfort his words bring. 

You nod and turn to walk away and once the door shuts behind you, Tangerine lets out a small breath. He runs a hand in his hair and pinches his nose.

If Lemon saw him now, genuinely concerned over some random girl's tears, he'd laugh at him. But, Tangerine can't shake the image of you crying from his mind. All he wants is to make you stop and hold you close. He wants to protect you from the horrors of the word.

God, he's so fucked.

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[ddarker-dreams]

the yan hxh character's favorite types of styles on you.

(warning for some not SFW implications/reader described as fem)

chrollo loves you in classy, elegant, yet formfitting outfits that highlight the silhouette of your body. slim blazers, short pencil skirts, sheer tights, pumps. will be smiling happily to himself if you struggle with heels since you're forced to cling to him, or trip. purposefully gets outfits that are difficult for you to put on by yourself (like having a zipper in the back) so you must begrudgingly call upon him for assistance.

pretends he 'forgot' to include some pants or shorts as potential options but it was 100% intentional. don't believe his lies. he loves anything that reveals your collarbones but not if you're going out. only he gets to see them, no one else. he mostly goes for neutral colors with a heavy emphasis on black, ivory, beige, navy, and sometimes burgundy if he's feeling a bit wild.

as far as accessories go, he favors dangling earrings and choker-length necklaces. you don't get to wear watches anymore because when he last gifted you one, you kept checking it every time he started talking, and it kinda hurt his feelings. he is a fan of you putting your hair up because he loves admiring the muscles of your neck and it grants him easier access for kissing.

(phinks, feitan, machi and paku under the cut)

phinks originally gives you some t-shirts and sweatpants because hell if he knows how to dress a woman. he doesn't want you thinking he's some pervert that kidnapped you purely for sexual gratification — no, there's a deeper connection he's trying to foster with you here. that being said... if he could have it his way, his biggest fantasy is having you wear those tennis outfits. preferably with white or pink colors. he just thinks you'd look really cute. the short, pleated skirt brushing against your thighs, tight polo shirt, a pair of high top tennis shoes; he'd be in heaven. phinks will want to scoop you up and twirl you around or some other romantic-sounding shit.

doesn't really have any preferences when it comes to accessories. his biggest thing is in the colder seasons, seeing you wrapped up in a scarf is super endearing. it makes his heart almost beat out of his chest. jewelry isn't a big deal to him. he'll gift you a fair amount because he figures Woman = Want Shiny Thing (as if you're a crow), but it doesn't do much for him visually. aside from stud earrings with simple designs, like a flower or moon. he thinks that's pretty cute.

feitan doesn't think about fashion much. he literally wears the same thing every day and only washes his bloodstained jacket if you ask nicely (aka plead). he gets you some long shirts and calls it a day. when you ask if you can have shorts or anything similar to that, he silently stares at you. unlike chrollo, it really didn't occur to him. if he's in a good mood he'll pick up what you asked for. probably gets an uncomfortable material or the wrong size but it isn't out of spite, he genuinely has no idea what he's doing.

he discovers by accident that the sight of you in a sheer nightgown is especially appealing. other than that, the only preference he's aware of is seeing you in light colors. it gives you this innocent glow that he finds aesthetically pleasing. the way it further highlights how different you are — pure (by his standards, at least), virtuous — really does something for him. he has a weird obsession with your wrists so he's gotten you a few silver link bracelets. that's the most you get to accessorize should you ever choose to wear them.

machi lets you wear whatever you want and listens to your clothes requests, because she's too embarrassed to admit what she'd find you cute in. no one could get the information out of her, even if it came down to torture. so... what she wants more than anything (drumroll please)... is to see you wearing one of those short overall outfits over a plain shirt. she'd be staring at you as if you were the mona lisa. she has no idea why the concept entices her as much as it does. all she knows is that you'd look fucking adorable and she'd commit multiple crimes for you.

she likes you in denim, any color really. jean shorts, ripped jeans, skinny jeans, flared jeans, wide jeans, high waist, low waist; she's all about it. oversized tops are a big favorite as well. extra points if the sleeves are too long and cover most of your hand. you think she's glaring at you but in reality she's trying so hard to keep her fraying mind in check.

pakunoda has you looking runway ready whenever she takes you out. the woman did research. a lot of what you wear is tailored specifically to your complexion, body type, facial structure, etc. she enjoys high fashion and has procured pieces made by the biggest names. most of what's in your closet is either wool, pure cotton, or silk. it looks and feels luxurious. she favors seeing you in jumpsuits or maxi-length dresses. coordinating outfits is a favorite of hers, she has color theory down and you both look stunning together. around the house (or wherever she's keeping you), you're free to dress as you please. you both have matching house slippers and robes.

accessories will depend on the season, but you can expect to be wearing sleek sunglasses and the occasional hat. for jewelry, she goes for her birthstone, diamonds, and gold. nothing too ostentatious though. she keeps it classy. while she'd love to see you in stilettos, if you can't walk in them well, she'll go for flat pumps instead.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Amen

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Your parents invite Father James to your home for dinner. Throughout his stay, he just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself…

Word Count || 3817

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (baby, sweet thing) Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, semi-public, inappropriate/forceful touches, hand over mouth, vaginal touches, fingering, teasing, begging, degrading/shaming, praising, orgasm denial, orgasm, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || We’re only starting to scratch the surface for what this man is gonna do to you ;P

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Priest!Bucky Masterlist

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A tradition you and your parents had kept for years was to invite the priest of your small town over for dinner once a week. Even though Father Jacob, who had been a highly respected priest in the community for years, had retired, your parents still wanted to keep the tradition going with the new priest, Father James, who happily accepted the invitation.

On the day of the dinner, you and your mother worked hard from early morning to prepare for the three-course meal you'd have tonight with your special guest. Once the house was clean, and all the food had been prepared, you had 30 minutes to get ready for your guest. You took a shower to freshen yourself up from the day's work, feeling relaxed and content once you were done.

Clad in your cotton white panties and matching bra, you walked to the closet to find something to wear. Scanning through the dresses, you wanted to find a perfect one that showed off some skin but was still respectable. You wanted to look pretty for Father James but also keep your daddy happy by looking presentable.

As you looked through the dresses, you started to slip into one of your daydreams again…

You'd developed such a hard crush on your priest—sinning and dreaming of him every night, wishing to run away with him and live happily ever after, just the two of you. To have him teach you about life and explore with him every desire that had taken over your mind the last couple of days.

There was a knock on your bedroom door, pulling you out of your fantasy world.

“Honey, are you in there?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Do you need any help with getting ready?”

“No, mother, but thank you.”

You shook your head to get your mind back on track—find the perfect dress to wear.

Ah, this would be perfect to wear.

It was a beautiful white dress with lovely red flowers scattered on the thin material. It stopped mid-thigh. The shoulder straps were thin, exposing your shoulders and clavicles, while the shoulder puffs lay comfortable and beautifully down your upper arms. The dress gave away just the right amount while still keeping it classy and honourable.

You didn't go too heavy with the makeup—approximately the same amount as you did for Sunday church when you first met Father James.

Once you were done, you checked the clock on your nightstand; the time read 5.54 PM. Father James would be here any minute now. With one last look in the full-length mirror, you gave yourself a nod of approval of all the elements combined, making you look cute and presentable.

As you went down the stairs, the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the house that there was a guest at the door—Father James.

“Honey, will you get that?” Your mom called for you.

“Yes, mother!”

A tingling sensation overcame you that you would soon, in just a matter of seconds, be in his powerful presence once again. You'd craved to be in his proximity every waking moment since the last time you saw him in the confessional.

You walked to the front door, slight wobbly in your legs, and took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself. A sweet and welcoming smile was plastered on your face as you opened the door.

When you opened it, it was like a bright light of beauty, sex and grace hit you hard, your eyes becoming bewitched by him. There he stood, looking gorgeous as always with that luxurious hair and that beautiful face. That signature smirk of his had you feeling weak in the knees. An inaudible moan escaped as you exhaled. His broad and massive frame towered over you, and all you could think about was climbing him like a tree.

“Hello,” he said with a light chuckle. He must have noticed your slight absent state.

You shook your head mentally to try and pull yourself out of the trance.

“Oh, h-hello, Father. Welcome, and come on in.”

“Thank you.”

He did a slight bow and entered. You moved aside so that he could get through the door, and you closed it after. When you turned around, he was right behind you with a sinister smile on his face.

“Oh, wow, you look mighty gorgeous today, young lady, very pretty.”

Your eyes peered up at him—so sweet and innocent as you slightly tilted your head to the side. The back of his finger lightly traced your cheek while his tongue poked out to lick his lips. His beautiful blue eyes displayed the same dark cloud of evil and wickedness in them as the last time you saw them.

That simple touch almost had you faint. You wondered what would happen when he had his full touch on you, forcing his hand on your body.

It felt like an eternity as you stood there in the foyer, fantasising about standing on your tippy-toes, snaking your hand in his soft hair and pulling him down for a kiss while he held your waist in a tight grip and pulled you flush against his big frame, but it had only been a few seconds of your time.

“Hello, Father, welcome to our home.”

It was your dad.

Father James quickly retracted his hand from you and put on a respectable smile before he turned around to greet your dad.

“Greetings. Thank you for having me,” they shook hands, “I was just complimenting the outside of your house to your daughter. It's lovely.”

Was that what we were doing?

Your dad put on one of those fake, over-the-top laughs, clearly wanting to make an impression on Father James. It was rather annoying.

“Why, thank you, Father. Please,” he gestured into the living room, “we can take a seat in here.”

Your mother stood by the coffee table like a good and honourable housewife. On the table were some lovely appetisers to munch on and some refreshing lemonade to drink while waiting on the main course to be finished in the oven. You found your seat on the sofa. Father James sat on the other end of it, farthest away from you. You wanted to scooch closer so you could sit thigh by thigh.

Your parents sat on different armchairs on the opposite side of the small table.

“You have a lovely home, ma’am.” Father James complimented.

“Oh, please, Father, call me by my first name.”

You all engaged in conversation while waiting. It was mostly your dad talking—asking and quizzing Father James on where he lived previously, what his interests were and how he was settling into our small community. He also spoke about his own interests and hobbies and how it was to work at the police station. You and your mom chimed in every once in a while.

After a few minutes of talking, the oven sounded that the main course was ready to be served.

Everyone takes their seat at the table, your mom and dad on one side, while you are seated next to Father James on the other. The food looked and smelled delicious—making your mouth water. You were so hungry, but it wasn't allowed to eat before a prayer had been said.

“Father James, would you please bless our food?” Your dad asked.

“Of course.”

Father James presented his hand to you so you could hold it. Your heart was thumping against your chest as your hand came in contact with his—sparks and tingling feelings lined your nerves as you touched skin. Your small hand fit so perfectly in his bigger one. You wanted to stay in his grasp forever.

When everyone had found each other's hand, you all closed your eyes in preparation for the prayer.

“Thank You, Lord God, for this food we are about to eat. Thank You for the hands that have prepared it, for those sitting around the table who are here to share it….”

While Father James was praying, he suddenly released your hand from his. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he let go when the praying wasn't over yet. Suddenly, you feel a hand, his colossal hand, taking a grasp on your naked upper thigh. You jolt slightly from the chair at the unexpected surprise, an inaudible gasp emitting from you. Father James never fumbles over his words while all of this is happening under the table, your parents utterly oblivious to what's unfolding.

Any other person would most likely get up in disgust at such an inappropriate touch, but you craved and needed his forceful hands on you. You had wanted more of his delicious touch since that interaction while taking Holy Communion at Sunday’s mass.

He inches higher up, your skin feeling electrified, where he goes over with his palm, and when his thumb swipes the edge of your panties, you quickly shut your legs on his hand and grab the edge of the table with your free hand.

No, he couldn't?

He couldn't be touching you like that.

Not while your parents were right here. That would be taking it too far.

But it didn't seem like he cared where you were because he pried your legs open with his hand and gave you a light tap on the inside of your thigh as a warning not to do that again.

You obliged, not wanting to make a scene in front of your parents.

You bite your bottom lip hard, drawing blood, and shut your eyes even harder when the pad of his thumb finds your pleasure pearl through your now-soaked panties. He circles it in small teasing circles, building momentum with each stroke. You want to touch your body all over while his hand focuses on your most sensitive area. You want to moan and cry in pleasure as he touches you so heavenly, but you have to be dead silent, dead still.

All while this is happening, he never stops praying, almost seeming unbothered by the sinful acts he's performing on you underneath the table—like this is something he does daily.

Your toes curl in your shoes as he pleases you—circling your tingling nub in the most perfect and satisfying way. You’re so close—chasing that incredible euphoria that feels like heaven.

Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Keep going, Father.

You beg of him in your mind, hoping that he’ll somehow be able to hear you.

“... we sit here as evidence of Your goodness. Thank You for the gift of today and all who are here to share it with us. In the name of Your Son, Jesus, we pray. Amen.”

“... Amen,” it sounds across from you.

His hand retracts from between your legs, and his sinful touches come to a halt. Your pleasure stopped and denied, and you whine out at the loss of him. You didn't want it to end and without thinking, forgetting where you were for a split second, you cross your legs and start humping to try and find your sweet release.

“Honey!” Your mother calls for you.

With a gasp, you stop and open your eyes to find your parents staring at you with questioning faces. Father James hides a smirk on his face, but you see that slight wickedness in his expression—that he’d managed to make you so flustered with pleasure. Your face was horrified that they noticed what you were doing.

“W-wh-what?”

“You didn't say Amen.”

Oh, thank the heavens!

They luckily hadn't any suspicion.

“I-I'm so sorry. I was just really into the prayer Father James held.” You hated lying, but it was what was needed in this situation.

“Thank you, Lord, Amen.”

“It's ok, sweetheart. It's good that you felt the Lord’s presence.” Your dad said.

More like the Devil.

“Alright, let's eat,” your mom announced.

Throughout the whole dinner, you mostly stayed silent, only speaking when you were spoken to. Your head was slightly bowed in shame and somewhat angry as you ate. Your mouth mostly remained in a thin line.

You felt so resentful towards Father James for leaving you so unsatisfied. He controlled the prayer. He could have kept it going for a few more seconds so you could find your sweet release, but he had chosen cruelty towards you.

“This was a delicious dinner. Thank you so much for inviting me to your lovely home and company.”

“Ah, well, we have the girls to thank for such a blessed meal. They've been at it since this morning,” your dad said proudly.

“Well, thank you, ladies,” he looked at you both, “this was excellent.”

“Thank you, Father James.” Your mom felt so honoured by the compliment.

All you did was smile at him.

“Well, should we proceed to the living room again for dessert? I'll get it fixed right up. Honey, why don't you sit with Father James? Keep him company?”

“O-ok.”

“I’ll go and see if I can find that collection I mentioned earlier to you, Father.”

Your mom went to the kitchen to prepare the dessert. Your dad went to your messy garage to try and find whatever it was he needed. While you were tasked to keep Father James company for the time being.

You went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Father James finding his place beside you. Due to the weight of him, the cushion dipped, pulling you slightly down with it. Your naked thigh came in contact with his clothed one, and your shoulders bumped. You were wide-eyed, not sure how to react? If you should politely move away or keep your ground? You decided to listen to your body, screaming at you to stay instead of your conscious.

You were so nervous—practically shaking at having him sit so close. What were you going to talk about? What were you going to say? Luckily Father James was quick to strike up a conversation, facing you.

“So, tell me, young lady, what do you like to do around here?”

You were raised to always look at the person you were talking to, but with Father James, it was impossible to look for too long—with his captivating good looks and enchanting eyes. Every once in a while, you looked down at your twiddling hands to not fall into his devil trance.

“O-o-oh, w-well, I, um… There's not much to do in this small town. Most of my friends have gone off to college, a-and the few that remain, we usually just hang out whenever we can.”

“Why haven't you gone off to college?”

“Um… I-I'm not really sure what I want to do yet, so I'm just living at home and helping my mother around the house whenever I can.”

“And… you and your friends… what do you like to do?”

“We hang out at each other's houses, watching movies or reading books, a-and sometimes just talking about life and God.”

“And uh…” Father James turned his head towards the kitchen to see if your mom was still turned with her back to the living room. She was. Father James then placed his colossal hand on your upper thigh like he'd done previous—digging his nails delicately into your soft skin. You gasped at his touch, closing your eyes as his thumb caressed the flesh of your inner thigh.

“... and… is there someone you like in town? A boy, maybe?” His voice dropped an octave as he whispered in your ear. His lips skim the shell of them. The sound of his low and raspy voice has tingling shivers trickle down your spine.

“N-no… I-I mean y-yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fumbled with your words as he inched his way higher up your skin, just like at the dinner table.

“I-I'm interested in so-someone, b-but it's no one m-my age. I-it’s someone much older.”

“Is this the same one you told me about in the confession? The same one you think about when you play with your sweet little pussy at night?”

“Y-yes.”

“Who is it? Is it me, sweet girl?”

“P-please, Father, I-I can't say.”

“Oh, it's me; I know it is. You're such a little whore for fantasising about a man of God in that way.”

He cups you over your soaked panties, his palm putting pressure on your bundle of nerves. You can't help it when a loud whiny moan escapes you.

“Shhh.. sweet thing,” his other palm clasps over your mouth to keep you quiet and to manoeuvre your head so you'd keep looking straight at him—straight into his possessed eyes, “we don't want your parents to hear what a dirty little girl you are, now do we?”

You shook your head no. It would be scandalous if they knew what was happening to their sweet and pure daughter.

Your eyes were pleading for more now that your voice had been taken from you—for him to proceed with his forceful touches on your innocence.

Finally, his hand went into your panties from above. A raspy groan formed in his throat as his fingers came in direct contact with your wetness.

“Fuck… you don't know how long I've wanted to touch you, sweet thing. How much I've wanted to defile this innocent little cunt of yours. This is just the beginning. I have so many plans for you. For us.”

Your heart was thumping in your chest from fear and excitement as his middle finger teased your entrance—toying with you. You grabbed his clothed thigh to brace yourself—digging your nails into the material.

A muffled scream sounded against his palm as he forced his finger into your warm tightness—stretching you out.

“So wet you are for me, dirty girl.”

It was kind of painful to begin with—his fingers were longer and thicker than yours. Your eyes were becoming glossy with tears each time his finger drove into you. His thumb circling your bundle of nerves managed to ease some of the discomfort. Your cries of pain and pleasure were drowned out by his hand on you—making it impossible to ask him to stop or plead for more.

Slowly it became more bearable, more enjoyable, your hole accommodating his digit gradually with each stroke.

His eyes were fixated on you the entire time—watching your innocent, sweet eyes react to his sinful and sacrilegious acts. Every once in a while, he would flicker them to the kitchen to ensure your mom was still preoccupied with the dessert.

“Do you think you can take one more?”

A second finger teased your entrance—wanting to penetrate you, to fill up your innocent hole even more.

You shook your head no. A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn't. It would be too much, too painful.

But he pushed the tip of it in slowly, and you closed your legs hard around his hand, trapping him while shaking your head once again.

“It's ok, sweet thing. I won't be cruel towards you. Not this time, ok?” He wiped your tear gently. “Open them up for me again, yeah?”

You nodded in acknowledgement and opened them once more for him to continue his devil work.

“We’ll take it slow for now. Work you up to it.”

He continued driving his single digit in and out of your tight wetness and circling your tingling bundle of nerves with his colossal thumb. Your pleasure started building up, and with a sudden curl to his finger, he made you see stars as you’d never done before. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kept stimulating that delicious spot inside you. You'd fingered yourself multiple times before, but it’d never come as close to this euphoric sensation. Your inexperienced fingers were no match to such expert ones that seemed to know all the ins and outs of a woman.

“There it is, huh?

Your hand went over his that was working on you—not wanting him to stop the devil work he possessed as he made you feel so insatiable good. Your soft mewls of pleasure were muffled by his hand. You started rocking back and forth on the sofa, chasing your orgasm.

“Such a desperate and needy girl you are, huh? Are you gonna come for me, sweet little thing?”

You nodded your head furiously; You were so close. As close as you were at the dinner table, only this time you hoped he would give you what you wanted, what you craved and needed—release.

“Do it. Let go. Let go all over my finger.”

An explosion hit you hard as a delicious out-of-this-world sensation travelled through the nerves lining your whole body—making you convulse on the spot. You felt like passing out at how hard it hit you—your eyes fluttering shut while a few tears rolled down your cheek, your toes curling at the intensity. All while this was happening, while you had this extreme reaction, Father James never stopped his finger using and abusing your hole. Never stopped his delicious stimulation on your precious, tingling pearl.

“Good girl. Such a good girl you are for me.” His praises came through gritted teeth. His tone was deep and sinister, like Satan himself.

He stilled inside your panties when he felt you’d had enough. An animalistic groan sounded from him as he graced your temple with his lips, leaving a delicate kiss on your skin. You whined against his palm when his touches disappeared. Your hole contracting in desperate need for more. You closed your legs to try and stop the aching you were feeling.

When he removed his hand from your mouth, you inhaled and exhaled the pure air. You wanted to say something, but your lips were trembling. Your body was still in shock from the intense orgasm.

“Mmm… speechless now, are we? Was it that good, baby?”

All you could do was nod your head yes. You wanted to thank him, praise him, and give back to him for making you feel like that. But there was no time to recover and show your appreciation because your mom was now coming in with the dessert, and you could hear your dad close the door to the garage.

“I hope you all have some room for dessert?” Your mom asked cheerfully as she walked out of the kitchen.

Father James moved away from you slightly to make things a little less suspicious. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks and fixed your dress. Clearing your throat of any pleasure lace into it and putting on a sweet and innocent smile on your face��making it seem like everything was normal and that Father James definitely hadn’t just defiled you in this religious household.

“Oh, maybe just a small bite,” Father James said while putting the finger that had just been inserted in your tight hole into his mouth, tasting your slick arousal while giving you a wink, “I’m quite full….”

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[uyuforu]

Jungkook's Union Asteroid in Natal Chart, Juno PC & Briede PC

-> Union (1585) asteroid is an asteroid that tells why you fall for your partner but also the circumstances of your meeting. it's good to look at it in synastry and composite. When looking at it in personal charts, it can tell you how you will meet your FS and why you will fall for them

-> This is not the only way to see how you will meet a FS! This is just interesting to see :)

Jungkook's Natal Chart

Union in Aquarius

-> This placement generally could mean meeting online, or meeting at unexpected time, unexpected places. The day could have gone a little weird to him that day, or he spent a lot of times online, or using technologies. He could find that day unique or just different than the others, something strange is in the air that day! This meeting is sudden but in a weird way. Aries Union has the same vibe but it means that it's unexpected and love at first sight, Aries usually means we are nervous, anxious because it's so sudden, we are not prepared. Aquarius is sudden but we are intrigued, we want to know who is this person. You could say it's a bit attraction at first sight. It's like "wow idk who u are but girl I wanna know". Aquarius are interested in anything different so JK will literally be astonished by his FS, and will want to figure out who she is. It also means meeting through friends or being friends first.

-> Union is also an asteroid to look for when you wanna know why you fall for your spouse, so here JK will fall for her so being different, unique. He will be astonished by her, he never met someone like her before. She looks, sound, appears, different. Everything about her is so unique, he will just fall for her so much. It also gives the vibe to fall for your best friends, maybe JK and her will be friends first but JK will fall for her.

Union in 2H

-> Meeting during Jk's everyday routine. it could literally be a day like the others to him. Nothing changed that day so it could also means meeting at an unexpected time (since it's during his everyday routine). It could be meeting because of money, a contract, a work reunion, etc. Meeting at classy events, upper-classes events. Looking good that day. Meeting at the bank, outside, in nature, somewhere we can shopping, somewhere we can eat.

-> Union here could signify FS will look very good, and JK will fall for her because of that. He could like how stable she is and how expensive she looks. She could be very charismatic and classy woman, he likes it and it seems like he wants to be part of her everyday routine lol. He will want to see her everyday.

Union 25°

-> The degree 25 is an Aries degree, making the love at first sight so true. It's totally meeting out of the blue, suddenly. Someone could be nervous, love comes fast, sudden attraction, physical attraction.

-> Falling for her appearance, love comes at first sight.

Jungkook's Juno Persona Chart

Union in Cancer

-> The meeting could happen with family members around them, or people we consider family. For ex, this could be BTS members or HYBE members around him instead of actual family. Meeting at a very feminine place or a place full of women. Feeling like we met before, there is a soul connection. Feeling like home and comfortable with one another directly. Being nice and cute to each other. Having a crush. Soft meeting. Shy and reserved.

-> He loves she looks innocent, she looks young and he wants to protect her. There is a feeling he wants to provide her a home, he wants her to be his. He recognizes she is his home, he recognizes her as his FS. He falls for her because she looks feminine, she looks like his ideal partner. She looks like a wife literally. She looks like she could be a good mother and looks like the mother of his children. Def loves her curves.

Union in 10H

-> Public meeting, meeting at work, meeting to sign a contract. Meeting as colleagues, love story that begins at work. Meeting somewhere classy, jazzy, at night or sunset time. Fancy dinners, company dinners, fancy places. Money could be important here. Romantic vibes.

-> She looks very cold, professional, and hard working, and he likes it. She doesn't seem lazy. She looks someone who works hard for what she wants in life, and he may have a work crush with her. May often wants to invite her to dinner. She looks expensive and hard to get. He loves that, he feels like she embodies feminine energies and he embodies masculine's energies. He wants to be a man for her, not a boy.

Union 17°

-> Meeting her while she is and he is famous, meeting at celebrity events, concerts, artistic events. Events where people are having fun and celebrating. Music could play. Meeting for entertainment matters. Public meeting.

-> He will def show off during their 1st meeting. With the 10H he could show off his money or possessions. The degree (Leo) can tell us he will show off his popularity, his fame. He will want her to see how shiny he is, how amazing he is. He will def seem cocky lol. He likes how shiny she is, her hair, laugh and smile. She is the sun and he wants to gravitate around her. But because he has such a crush on her, he wants her to be the same to him. He wants to show her how sunny he is too, so he will show off.

Jungkook's Briede Persona Chart

Union in Gemini

-> Meeting where people talk, where people speak many languages. Communication could be happening. It can also be gossip things like fans, paparazzi, journalists, etc. Someone could feel anxious and stressed out by the situation.

-> She sounds smart to him, could talk many different languages. He will like the way she speaks, her voice. He will fall for her brain, for her abilities. Def will think how amazing and cultivate she is. He can even brag to her friends how she is so smart for him. He will def put her on a pedestal.

Union in 10H

(already said before)

Union 22°

(same as the 10H)

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[celtic-crossbow]

Whumptober 2023

No. 3 “Make It Stop.” | No. 30 Bridal Carry

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Pre-relationship)

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Gunshot wound, mentions of blood

“It… hurts.”

“I gotcha, Y/N. Ya jus’ hang on fer me, girl, y’hear?” Daryl was running as fast as he humanly could with you cradled against his chest in a bridal carry, desperate to get back to the prison. You needed Hershel and you needed him now. 

He should have never taken you out with him. You were inexperienced, clumsy. He had really just wanted to spend some time with you away from the prying eyes of your home. Those knowing smiles and giddy whispers were enough to set his nerves on edge. 

He couldn’t have known someone else would be hunting the same area. He couldn’t have known they would be tracking the same buck. He couldn’t have known that they would lay claim even though it was his bolt that took down the animal. And he definitely couldn’t have known the man would aim his gun at an innocent woman and pull the trigger before Daryl could even blink. The man went down fast with a bolt to the brain but the damage was done. 

“Make it stop. Please, Daryl.”

His heart felt as if it were being crushed in a vice, your strained pleas tearing away at him like a walker on flesh. “Almos’ there. Doc’ll fix ya righ’ up.” He could feel the warm, sticky blood spreading onto his own shirt and knew he was running out of time. His legs were burning, threatening to give out. He could barely manage a full breath. But he couldn’t stop. 

When the gates of the prison came into view, he nearly sobbed with relief. It was short lived. “Y’see? We made it.” You didn’t respond. “Y/N?” Your eyes were closed, face pale. “Fuck!” He was stumbling with exhaustion as he rushed past the few walkers shuffling around in the grass. “Open the gate!” He didn’t have to say it twice. 

Daryl made sure to stay close enough to the make-shift infirmary to be called if needed but far enough away so he couldn’t hear the urgent demands of the veterinarian as he tried to save your life. The archer sat on the floor, face in his hands, kicking himself for ever putting you in this position. He had been selfish and you were paying the price. 

“Daryl.”

The bowman quickly met Carol’s exhausted gaze. The weariness made it hard to read whether she was bringing good news or coming to tell him you were gone. 

“She… is she…?”

“She’s alive.”

Daryl let himself fall back against the wall. He felt a familiar sting behind his eyes and did his best to push it back, but the shine of tears was already evident. 

“Hershel says any longer and…. Anyway, she’s going to be fine.”

The archer nodded, not trusting his voice. Carol, ever vigilant, noticed his plight and slid down the wall next to him. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Pfft.” He responded too quickly. There was one of those knowing smiles he couldn’t stand. “She ain’t the wors’ person ta be ‘round.” The silver haired woman hummed and nodded. 

“She was thrilled you asked her to go with you.” She offered, twisting the bloody cloth in her hands. Daryl looked over at her but quickly looked away when she tried to meet his eyes. “She’s sweet on you. Has been for a while.”

“Stop.” 

“She really is, and what’s so terrible about that?”

Daryl’s face burned hot. “She can do a lot better than me.”

Carol reached out to brush his longer hair away from his face. He never flinched from her touch anymore. Hers or yours. “I don’t think so.” And with that, she stood and padded across the concrete to disappear back into the cell where you currently lay resting. 

Daryl let his friend’s words tumble around in his head, equal parts hope and fear spreading throughout. There was no way a classy little thing like you could ever be interested in a grumpy old redneck. But…maybe you had said something. Carol seemed so sure of it. 

With a shaky breath and trembling hands, the archer climbed to his feet and forced himself forward. He would sit with you until you awoke. And when you were stable enough, he would talk to you. Maybe. No, he would. He would. 

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[theambitiouswoman]

How to be more feminine

Stop swearing. Sounds aggressive, isn't elegant, Shows irrationality with emotions and low vocabulary.

Accept help.

You can do it all, but you literally don't have to. So why would you?

Don't chase.

Anyone or anything ever. Including men. If he wants you, he will come get you. Stop chasing and start attracting. What is for you will be for you. You don't have to force it.

Smile more.

Happy girls are the prettiest. You appear welcoming, softer, instead of angry or aggressive. Plus, it makes people feel good.

Be a better conversationalist.

Show people you are interested in the conversation. That you are willing to learn. Connect with new people. Success is built on relationships. The more you talk to others, the more you learn, the smarter you become. Win-win.

Have manners.

Self explanatory. You don't want to be perceived as rude, selfish or classless. Manners also shown that you have good values, are respectful and can be perceived as educated.

Have confidence.

Love yourself. its the secret to everything. The world opens up to people who love themselves.

Fix your posture.

You would be surprised how much more confident, regal and magnetic you can be just by having good posture.

Dress classy.

You might be the most amazing innocent snowflake, but people are superficial and will treat you based on your appearance. if you are half naked, you will not garner the same respect as someone who is dressed more conservatively.

Find new hobbies.

Hobbies are a great way to express who you are and tap into your creative. They also make you more interesting and charismatic. Investing your time in things that you are passionate about also make you feel alive and help you grow.

#sacred feminine #femininity #feminine

[trensu]

So this was originally a little ficlet i added to @gyroshrike's EXCELLENT angel dust fanart. You should check it out IMMEDIATELY. Anyway, I ended up writing it out into a proper fic so I could post it to ao3 here. and i thought i might as well make it its own tumblr post as well since the fic is done already. Enjoy!

“What do you mean no?” Cherri asks, annoyed. “This is the fifth fucking outfit you’ve shot down.”

Angel doesn’t know why he thought Cherri would be helpful on this shopping trip. He forgot that Cherri’s idea of fashion involves singed tops and torn up bottoms. He snatches the clothes from Cherri’s hands and throws them back on the rack.

“Ya keep pickin’ slutty clothes!” Angel replies, also annoyed. 

“That’s because you are a slut, bitch.”

Angel gives her a two fingered salute because he’s fucking cultured. Cherri cackles and flips him off in return. Angel marches to the other end of the store to the rack full of boring colors like navy, gray, and black. They don’t go with his coloring at all. It’s the only rack left he hasn’t looked through in the entire store, though. Cherri follows behind him, purposely shoving racks and mannequins to make a mess as they go.

“Well, I ain’t tryin’ ta look slutty this time,” Angel says as he aggressively inspects the rack of clothing.

“Good luck getting that cat in bed after your date,” Cherri snorts.

“It’s a first date! Husk ain’t like that,” Angel says, feeling a bit offended on Husk’s behalf. “He’s a gentleman.”

“Yeah, the drunk arsehole is a total gentleman,” Cherri rolls her eye. 

“He is about this kinda thing. He’s a classy guy, okay? So I’m givin’ classy a try,” Angel insists. He reaches the end of the rack with nothing to show for it. He growls. “Fuck this place, it ain’t got shit. Let’s go.”

“Fuck yes! About fucking time,” Cherri cheers.

After blowing off steam with Cherri, Angel sneaks back into the hotel. Not that he’d done anything wrong; he just doesn’t want to bump into Husker at the bar after the spectacular failure of a shopping trip. He’s stressed because he was running out of time to get an outfit together. He knows he gets catty under pressure. (Ha. Catty.) He doesn’t want to risk getting catty with Husker.

Once inside, Angel wanders the upper levels for a bit until he is absolutely sure that Charlie was nowhere around. He knows Charlie would be overjoyed to help but she's about as subtle as machine gunfire when she's happy. Angel wants his future upscale look to be a surprise for Husk.

Since Charlie can’t be considered, Angel is left with one last option. With extreme reluctance, he makes his way to Charlie’s room. He makes sure not to show anything but confidence and charm when he knocks on the door.

Vaggie opens it with a scowl.

“Angel. What do you want?” Vaggie asks in that flat yet annoyed tone she was so good at doing.

“Heyyy, Vaggie. Ya know that redemption thing Charlie always yaps about?” Angel starts. Vaggie’s scowl deepens, so Angel continues before she could say anything. “I was thinkin’ I should change up my look, so I ain’t so sexy and tempting. Looking like a prude is a virtue, ain’t it? You’re the biggest prude I know! Wanna help a fella out? For redemption and sh–uh, stuff?”

Angel bats his eyes at Vaggie, channeling his ‘I’m a sweet, naive virgin, please take advantage of me’ character. It’s a very popular character in his line of work. He is much better at that than at looking innocent but he figures it’s basically the same thing. Vaggie glares at him. Okay, slight miscalculation on Angel’s part, then.

“No,” she says, and tries to close the door. Angel catches it with two hands before it shuts completely.

“Wait!”

“I’m not helping you with whatever porno you’re doing,” Vaggie says. 

“It ain’t for porn!” Angel says. He’s not exactly insulted that Vaggie assumed it was a porn thing, but he’s not not insulted either. He’s got a life outside of porn, sometimes!

Vaggie stares at him. It’s an expectant stare. It’s a stare that clearly says Angel has to give her a reason to not harpoon him with that spear she carries everywhere. (It’s also super judgemental but that doesn’t offend Angel since Vaggie looks at everyone except Charlie judgmentally).

A small jolt of embarrassment hits him. He wishes it was a porn thing now. 

He doesn’t want to say it out loud, this tiny frail chance Husk gave him by asking him out. If he says it out loud, Vaggie will scoff. She’d roll her eyes and ask him why he’s even bothering to try. Does he really think anyone would seriously want to date a cokehead pornstar? This is a pipe dream and Husker will get fed up with him so fast.

(Vaggie wouldn’t say any of that, a part of Angel knows. Those were Valentino’s words, but he’s so sure that Vaggie must have thought it at least once. Everybody must think that about him at least once).

The longer he stays quiet the more Vaggie’s glare softens until she starts to look genuinely concerned. And, fuck, Angel can’t have that. He’d die (again) if Vaggie felt sorry enough to be nice to him. He pastes on his smile and keeps his tone girlfriend-ly.

“I got a hot date, Vaggie, that’s all,” Angel says. “Wanna try somethin’ a little different for it.”

Vaggie is not convinced by his nonchalance which makes Angel wonder if he’s losing his touch. His acting skills are second to none! She should be eating out of the palm of his hand with this performance! Instead, she marches out of the room and waves him along.

“Follow me,” Vaggie says in her drill sergeant voice that makes everyone who hears it straighten their spine and find themselves already halfway to a salute.

Angel learns that Vaggie approaches clothes shopping with the same tactical focus and determination she approaches any mission, which is weird but whatever. She stealthily leads him to the nicer side of town into a more upscale shop than Angel is used to. She marches through the shop without bothering to ask Angel for his input on anything. Still she manages to pick out a few outfits that went well with his coloring and in his size. Angel has never appreciated her observational skills more.

“Try these on and show me,” she demands, piling her pickings into both sets of Angel’s arms and shoving him into a dressing room.

Angel complies without protest. He sashays out of the dressing room like a supermodel four times before Vaggie nods in satisfaction on the last option. She actually smiles at him.

“This one. You’ll impress your date with this one,” Vaggie says without a hint of irony.

Angel smiles back and thanks her enthusiastically. He ignores how he hadn’t recognized himself in the mirror in any of the outfits. He ignores how uncomfortable the clothes feel on his body. The clothes are classy, just like Husker prefers. That’s what matters.

–

When Husker shows up at his door for their date, he does a double take.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Husk asks, confused.

Angel starts to lean flirtatiously into his space, a salacious come on right on the tip of his tongue. He catches himself halfway and quickly straightens himself with an awkward laugh.

“Just somethin’ I found in the back of the closet,” he lies through his teeth.

He’d devoted time to doing his makeup just right and making sure the clothes were crisp and clean. He still feels uncomfortable in them but all things considered, Angel thinks the final product came out pretty good. The way Husker looks at him now makes him wonder if he overestimated his looks for once.

Husk’s eyes narrow as he studies Angel. His gaze trails Angel top to bottom. It doesn’t feel very sexy but Angel supposes the point is to not look like a whore so this means he succeeded, right? 

“Sure,” Husk says, notes of confusion still in his tone. “You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course!” Angel stutters like a moron.

“Alright,” Husker says after a beat.

Husk gives Angel another suspicious look, shoulders tense and wings pulled close. Something shifts in his expression that Angel can’t read. He’s afraid it might be disappointment. Husker shakes out his wings and offers Angel his arm, which Angel accepts with relief.

“So, where ya takin’ me, Huskie?”

Husker tells him about a little place with good food, better drinks, and a live jazz band. As they walk out of the hotel, Angel almost cozies up against Husk, so tempted to rub his cheek against Husker’s furry ear. He catches himself again and over-corrects by pulling away from Husk until their linked arms are the only point of contact. Husk stumbles a bit with the weight shift. He shoots him another indecipherable look. Husker opens his mouth to say something but appears to change his mind and snaps it shut.

That’s okay, though, right? Husker wasn’t much of a talker anyway! Angel fills the silence between them with nervous babble. Angel is normally very good at conversation but tonight he keeps having to stop and restart mid-sentence when his stories get crass. Being crass is not good first date behavior. Husker grunts every now and then but it’s clear he’s only listening with half an ear. It doesn’t help Angel’s nerves at all.

The date goes downhill from there.

Husker finds them a booth when they arrive at their destination and helps Angel order their food and drinks. He points out several he thinks Angel will like.

Usually, he and Husker can pound back alcohol like nobody’s business. They sometimes make a game of it and those nights are some of the best Angel has because he gets to see Husker soften and relax in his company. However, Angel is an affectionate drunk and Husk has had to nudge Angel away more than once those nights. Husker is always sweet about it now, with gentle hands and amusement in his eyes. Husker always helps him back to his room afterwards like a perfect gentlemanly escort. Despite that, Angel can’t help feeling a bit stung at the rejection each time.

Tonight, he only orders one drink. He knows he can’t be getting too handsy with Husk on their date. He’s sure it would annoy him. He doesn’t want Husker to regret asking him out. With his focus strictly on keeping up his good behavior and watching his alcohol intake, Angel barely touches the food Husker recommended to him. 

Husker keeps shooting him these looks that make Angel anxious. With each glance, Husker slinks deeper into his taciturn demeanor. Of course, Angel overcompensates with his babbling. At one point, Husk has to shush him during the jazz show. Angel clacks his jaws shut in shame, because he knows how much Husker likes jazz and here he is ruining the experience for him. At least Husk is nice enough to hold Angel’s hands throughout the rest of the show, though he probably only does it to keep Angel from fidgeting too much.

When they leave the joint, Husker doesn’t offer his arm again. He doesn’t even walk very close to him. Angel's stomach churns so much, he’s afraid if he opens his mouth to speak, he’ll puke the two bites of food he ate earlier.

They’re halfway back to the hotel when Husk clears his throat. His hands are in his pockets as he trudges on, keeping his eyes on the crumbling sidewalk.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” Husk says, not even glancing at Angel or faltering in his steps as he speaks. Angel, on the other hand, halts in confusion.

“What?” Angel asks, not sure what Husker was talking about but the tone of voice made his stomach drop. Husk sighs, stopping in his tracks to finally look up at Angel. His face was closed off in his standard apathetic frown.

“When I asked you out,” Husker says, his tone going to his usual bored gruffness. He hasn’t used that tone towards Angel in a long time. Hints of panic start crawling up Angel’s veins. “You didn’t have to say yes.”

“What?” Angel asks again like a fucking idiot. He hopes he doesn’t sound as shaky and pathetic as he feels.

Husker’s voice goes flatter though his tail has started to twitch uneasily.

“You should’ve said no if you didn’t want to…be with me. We woulda been fine.”

“Huskie–”

And at last some of that soft, hidden sincerity crept back into Husker’s voice. Only a little bit, but it’s there.

“I’d still be your friend, Legs,” Husker says, gazing into Angel’s eyes and sounding painfully honest. “I wouldn’t abandon you over that.”

“No! I-I–”

Husker looks away with a bitter grin. Angel’s heart cracked at the sight.

“I’d need a day or two to lick my wounds, but I knew it was a long shot anyway. I woulda come back,” Husker shrugs when he finishes going for nonchalance, but his wings are once again curled protective and close, making his usual slouch look less like carelessness and more like defeat. Husker doesn’t wait for Angel’s response, instead choosing to continue walking back to the hotel.

Angel stands in place, floored by how badly he fucked up. He notices his breathing becoming erratic. He does his best to do the calming breathing thing Charlie taught them all. It works well enough to get him running to Husker again though Angel still feels unsteady and insecure. Most of him is screaming to fucking book it in the other direction because fuck, fuck, Angel hates feelings. But Husker also hates feelings and he basically threw up his guts at Angel despite it. The least Angel can do is return the gesture, right? He owes Husker that much.

“Husker, wait!” he shouts. 

Husker’s posture becomes more guarded but he doesn’t acknowledge Angel’s call. Angel catches up quickly (Husk can’t go too far too fast with those short legs, Angel thinks, helplessly fond despite the anxiety). Dodging around Husker’s wings that quiver with tension, Angel grabs the crook of his arm to bring him to a stop and place himself in Husk’s way. He lets go quickly at Husk’s glare but somehow manages to stand his ground.

“I did want! Husk, I wanted ta say yes, I wanted ta go on this date so much,” Angel says desperately, feeling a telltale burning around his eyes and hating himself for it.

The tension in Husker’s body breaks free as his patience caves to his temper. His wings flare open and his tail whips side to side aggressively.

“Then why are you acting so fucking fake? With the clothes and you treating me like I got the fucking plague! I thought we were done with that bullshit,” Husker snaps furiously.

“Cuz I wanted ta…I wanted ta be good for ya, Husk,” Angel chokes out, shoulders slumped in defeat. “You like classy. I wanted ta be a good, classy sorta guy for ya. I-I fucked up. I always fuck this shit up. I don’t mean ta do it.”

Angel stares at the poor excuse of a sidewalk they’re on, blinking back tears. Husker doesn’t say anything for a long time. Angel nearly loses his nerve and turns tail when Husker speaks again.

“You fucking dumbass,” Husk says. 

His voice is deep and warm and fond, the way it is on their drinking nights together. Angel’s head snaps to Husk at his words. That cocky little smirk– the one Angel first saw after Husk had pulled him out of his self-destructive spiral at the club and realized that if he wasn't careful he'd lose his heart to the guy–has replaced the angry slant of Husk’s mouth.

“Hey!” Angel protests with a cautious smile. Husk rolls his eyes.

“Don’t expect compliments if you’re gonna act stupid,” Husk says and offers his arm to Angel. “You’re already classy enough for me, Legs.”

Angel takes his arm and looks down at him slyly.

“But not good, huh?” Angel tries to tease but Husker doesn’t take it.

Instead, Husk looks at him intensely and says firmly, “If this redemption shit the princess keeps talking about ain’t total bullshit, you’d be the one to make it.”

“Oh,” Angel says, stunned, then adds to cover how hard it made his heart beat, “Husker, ya big ol’ flirt. I betcha say that ta all the pretty boys.”

“Fuck you,” Husk grins at him. Angel bats his eyes and lets his voice go all breathy.

“Oh, yes! Please, daddy,” Angel simpers. He adds a loud moan for good measure. Husker throws his head back with a rough, loud laugh. Angel knows immediately he wants to hear it again forever.

By the time Husk drops Angel off at the door of his room, the pair of them have relaxed significantly. Angel opens the door slightly to peek in on Fat Nuggets. After he makes sure his Nugs is sleeping soundly, Angel catches Husk’s sleeve before he could make a sneaky escape.

“Hey, Husk, can we get a do-over? A new first date? I want ta do it right next time.” Angel asks shyly. The corner of Husk’s mouth quirks up, making his golden eyes crinkle in a way that makes Angel’s heart melt.

“Depends,” Husker says with that charming smirk. “You gonna wear that stupid outfit next time?”

“Oh baby,” Angel says, plastering himself against the door frame in one of his sexiest poses. “I’m gonna wear my sluttiest dress for my handsome kitty. Everyone’s gonna wish they were you when they see us togetha.”

Husk snorts.

“When you put it like that…”

“You can put it wherever ya want, daddy,” Angel flirts. He’s only half-joking but he keeps his hands to himself to keep things light. Husker rolls his eyes in good humor.

“A do-over sounds good.”

Angel drops the pose instantly, beaming at Husk.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Angel’s heart flutters at the small smile that accompanies Husk’s assurance.

“Next week?”

Husker nods in agreement.

“Great!” Angel said, probably a little too enthusiastically.

Before Angel canlose his nerve, he dips down and presses a light, meek kiss on Husker’s cheek. When he pulls back, Husker’s eyes are as wide as saucers and his wings have puffed up in a way Angel hadn’t seen before. If Angel didn’t know any better, he’d say Husker was downright flustered. And oh god, Angel wanted to make him blush all over. Husker would be so cute in bed.

“G‘night, Huskie!” Angel says quickly and slams the door closed behind him.

After nearly tearing himself out of the uncomfortable clothes, Angel crawls into bed wearing only his boxer briefs. Next time, he thinks to himself in joy and disbelief. I get a next time.

He knows it will be perfect because next time he’ll be himself. Angel. Because that’s all Husker wanted. Just Angel.

He curls up around Fat Nuggets and allows himself one quiet, happy squeal.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #husker #trensu tells stories #this is my first hazbin fic tbh #i gotta go finish my steddie fanfics before i write anymore for hazbin #though let me tell you #i have plenty of Ideas for huskerdust fics

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— MASTER OF PUPPETS

SUMMARY : jensen starts to tease early in the day and is very sure she will give in before he does.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), teasing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : song from a metallica song. i understand why writers hate/struggle with writing summaries, like wtf am I gonna write? and then it sounds cringe, but fuck it, it’s exactly like that Xx

Y/N was sure Jensen was teasing her.

It started in the morning, when he’d woken up, clearly in a mood. His adorable messy hair didn’t stop him from looking sexier than any man in all existence. Under the sheets, he’d stripped into his boxers, pouting and whining cutely that it was hot, then he held her until her morning grumpiness passed.

He kissed her cheekbones, gave her heated kisses and squeezed the fleshiest parts of her body until she was a puddle of love and completely relaxed in the bed. She knew what he was doing when he rubbed himself against her but refused to let himself or her cum, stopping when either of them got too close in exchange for a few hot kisses.

Later, he stepped out of the bathroom after having showered with the towel wrapped low on his hips. He had his lips puckered, dimples forming at the corner of his lips, his eyes had a playful glint in them, and he avoided her gaze as best as he could while he looked around for his clothes.

He looked gorgeous and he knew it. Not just from years of objectification, but from the simple fact that he knew. He was mostly humble about it everywhere else, except at home. At home, he used it to get what he wanted, he used it for fun, and right now, it seemed that’s what he wanted, to have fun.

He’d dried himself mostly, the long locks of his hair were darker from the shower and he’d clearly ran his fingers through it carelessly, but looked so damn fine. A few droplets from his hair fell onto his flushed, freckled skin, and slipped down the slopes of his beautiful body.

She stared at him from across the room while finishing up a few last things in her appearance. She’d slowed down, chewed on her lip thoughtfully and tried to ignore the instant throb between her legs from just looking at him. It was embarrassing, so she tried to focus on herself again, just like he was pretending to do, his marvellous body becoming taut with each move he made.

Once he picked out his clothes, he laid it out on the bed, thought for a second or two before removing the towel from his waist. She glanced up, her brows rising slightly, and he did the same. He looked up at her, internally smug about getting her attention. He casually slipped his boxers on, both of them remained quiet, continuing to change in comfortable silence.

It wasn’t very comfortable, in truth. Not after that. The room became electrified, thick, and hot with sexual tension. But neither of them addressed it for different reasons. His reason, he was gonna wait to see how long she’d last. Her reason, she wanted him to give in first.

It was hard, she wasn’t going to lie.

He’d held her waist, pulled her body close to his while his other hand held the back of her neck, just to pull her in for a sweet kiss. It wasn’t meant to be sweet and they both knew it. He’d gently brushed his lips against hers, the slight touch sent tingles over the surface of her lips before he finally pressed against her. His soft lips moved just slightly and he tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, and then pulled away slowly, his green eyes sparkling with excitement.

A little smirk tugged at his lips, but he played it off with an adorable grin that seemed innocent, had he not slapped her ass before leading her out of the bedroom. And they went to do random things, from shopping for food to shopping for other necessities, including just things they wanted for themselves.

He was possessive, protective of her the whole time.

When she decided to wear the short dress, as classy as it looked on her body, it was hard not to ruin the fun he wanted to have teasing her. Especially with those platform boots that made her tall enough to have easier access to his lips. She looked fuckable, the dress riding up slightly over her ass when she walked, and he’d step behind her to pull it back down.

If she was gonna be naughty, so was he.

He’d give her ass a squeeze after each time when no one was looking. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, gave her an innocent kiss on the cheek. But she turned her face to the side, searched for his lips, so he kissed her, not expecting the way she made out with him in the parking lot. Her fingers carding through his hair, pulling gently and sliding her tongue past his lips with her head resting on his shoulder from the position.

He was breathless when she pulled away, dazed from the sun kissing his eyelids for far too long or maybe from the intensity of her kiss. Whichever it was, it was a good kiss, and he watched her slip into the passenger side, waiting for him to get inside too. On the drive back home, he put his hand on her thigh, high up on her soft leg, his pinkie practically brushing against her panty-covered pussy.

She squeezed her legs together, stopping him from continuing to tease her, but not fast enough. He could feel how ruined her underwear were, the dampness that coated his fingers when he twisted his hand to cup her pussy. The music playing in the car masked his gasp, but he knew she heard him anyway from the blush that started to grow on her face.

He shifted in his seat, felt his jeans tighten around the crotch area. When he removed his hand from between her legs, it was for his own good. He focused on driving them home safely, thinking of anything but the fact that she was aroused. It was hard to not stop the car, because she squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together every now and then.

When they got home, he helped her make lunch… with difficulty. He couldn’t really focus with the way she bit her lip or her just standing there looking completely beautiful while waiting for the food to finish. He tried to slow his rapid heartbeat, sipped on some beer and watched her with hungry eyes.

He waited patiently for her to finish and the whole time they talked about what they wanted to do the rest of the day. All while ignoring the sexual tension and the way he just wanted to touch her and kiss her. As the food simmered, she started to wash the dishes and he helped her, looking at her lovingly as she spoke about something she read that she found fascinating.

When she turned the stove off, after finishing with the dishes, he pulled her away with his arms around her waist. He nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose, his lips kissing down her shoulder, his body immediately responding to her little gasps. His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts over the dress to squeeze them gently, teasingly.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled softly.

“You started it,” she replied softly. He laughed, moved his hands down under the dress to rub her clit over her soaked underwear.

“Yeah, I know,” he admitted, not even a little apologetic. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned. She clung to his arms, her knees weak and her chest heaving when he started to move his hand inside her underwear. His fingers gently brushing against her clit, another sound of pleasure leaving his plush lips when he circled her dripping entrance.

He slipped his hand out of her, turned her around and pressed her against the counter. She gasped, helped him slide her underwear down her legs until they were completely off. He grabbed the back of her knee, lifting it up and slanting her hips to see her pussy.

“Jensen,” she whined, grasping his arms tightly. He pushed her dress up to her hips, teasingly dragging his hand down her pelvis, a little smirk growing on his face when she started to wiggle her hips impatiently. “Please,” she whined, digging her nails into his arms.

He kissed her, distracting her momentarily with his soft lips on hers, needy and passionately moving with hers. His breath almost caught in his throat just knowing it’s her he’s kissing, heat rising to his cheeks, his heart skipping beats just pouring his love into her through the kiss. At the same time, he brought his fingers down to her clit, brushing his fingers up and down, feeling her press harder into the kiss.

He teased her entrance, circling around before slowly pressing the tips of his two fingers into her. She groaned and bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it gently. He squeezed her leg, pushing his fingers inside her all the way. It made her gasp and her teeth released his swollen lip, her head tipping back slightly when he started to pump his fingers into her.

He watched her, smug and horny, while biting his lip. He ignored his throbbing dick, ground his hips against her desperately despite how awkward the position was. His fingers and palm were soon soaked in her arousal, his lips parting when he looked down at his hand. The sound of his fingers squelching in and out of her made him feel like he’d cum untouched.

“Shit, honey,” he groaned, then started to lower himself until he was on his knees in front of her. She released his arms reluctantly and opened her hazy eyes to observe him and his next move. His warm breath made her slick feel cold in comparison and his tongue on her clit made her moan wantonly. He hummed softly, smiling up at her from between her legs, amused by her responsiveness. He let her thigh rest on his shoulder and started to finger-fuck her faster, sucking her clit so hard she stuttered out a moan and pulled at the long locks of his soft hair.

A thread of curses slipped past her plump lips along with his name, and he felt her walls squeeze his fingers, his spit and her arousal coating his hand. He moaned against her and brought his free hand to his jeans, undoing the belt impatiently, lowering the zipper and unbuttoning them to shove his hand into his boxers and jerk himself off uncomfortably.

“I’m… fuck,” she moaned, bending her knee a little higher on his shoulder and pushing his fingers against her cunt. He tightened his hand around his cock, sucking her clit urgently until she came on his fingers with a strangled moan tearing from her throat. He slowly tongued her clit until her walls stopped spasming, only pulling away from her pussy when she released his hair to hold onto the counter behind her instead.

“That was…” she whispered, lowering her leg from his shoulder. He stared up at her with adorable pouty lips, pulling his drenched fingers out of her and cupping her pussy to massage it comfortingly. He stood back up and leaned down to kiss her, both of them careless about his mouth being smeared with her slick.

She started to lower his jeans and his boxers past his thighs and he pulled away from the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, but he was looking down and biting his lip again. “Still not enough, baby?” He chuckled, watching her wrap her fingers around his cock.

“Shut up, this was your next move anyway,” she narrowed her eyes up at him but had a playful smile on her lips. He moaned softly and nodded with a cheeky smile.

“Right, yeah. Just no more teasing, I can’t fucking take it, Y/N/N,” he whined, lifting her leg up again. He gave her a pathetic look, his green eyes wide and begging for her to guide his cock between her legs. She stared at him defiantly and licked her lips when she rubbed the leaking head of his cock against her clit. He moved closer, hiding his face in her neck to smell the sweet scent of her hair.

“You’re unbelievable,” she chuckled, giving him what he wanted. She shimmied her hips and let him slowly and easily sink his cock into her slick cunt. He lifted his face from her neck and kissed her again, felt her lift his shirt up his stomach and kept her hand on his chest. He pulled away from the kiss to curiously look between them, moaning at the sight of himself inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Y/N,” he grunted, looking down when he started to pull out and pushed back into her roughly. She tightened her hand around his shirt and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, staring up at him with her brows furrowed in pleasure and her lip pressed by her teeth.

He watched himself thrust in and out of her, going harder and faster when the curls around his pelvis area shone in her arousal. He let out a loud moan, tipped his head back with the most gorgeous expression of ecstasy, his hair falling back and following his movements. He was a sight to behold, with his red cheeks and pillowy, red lips. He alternated between biting down on his lip and then moaning loudly every now and then, all while she watched completely enraptured by the way he fell apart.

His hand under her thigh became sweaty and she started to heat up faster with the clothes she was wearing, but the way he rolled his hips against hers, rubbing against her clit felt so good she almost couldn’t feel it and didn’t care how sweaty they became. His thrusts became erratic and she brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing quick circles to bring herself to her release, closing her eyes for a few seconds, until she felt his panting breath blow across her flushed face.

“I’m gonna… fuck, fuck,” he grunted, her walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing tighter when she came again. She moved her hand to his waist, held on as he thrusted into her, helping her ride out her orgasm when his cock throbbed and twitched, filling her up with his cum. “Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he praised, his fingers digging painfully into her leg.

He continued to swear quietly, his hips finally becoming still. He kissed her forehead, brought his hand to her other leg and lifted her up so she could sit on the counter. She let his shirt fall down his stomach again, her hands clutching the back of his t-shirt, letting him drop kisses over her face and neck, smiling softly when she laughed shyly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, brushing her hair away from her face and behind her ear. He leaned down to peck her lips when she nodded.

“It was very good, Jay,” she mumbled against his lips, letting him drop kiss after kiss on her lips. Both of them smiled into the kisses, his hands holding her jaw gently. “Dinner’s cold,” she reminded him between kisses. He paused, looking to the side at the abandoned food, and pulled out of her.

“Wanna order some pizza instead, have some beer, and watch a movie?” He offered, looking at the mess between her legs shamelessly as he lifted his boxers and jeans. She bumped his chin with her closed hand, flustered, making him look back up at her. “What d'ya say?” He smiled, stepping away after kissing her cheek to grab some paper towels.

“Sounds good, handsome,” she accepted, watching him wet the towels before making his way to her. His smile got bigger and he started to clean her up, his inner demons telling him to pump his cum back into her.

“Then after the movie we can fuck again, and again, and again, until you pass out,” he teased, half-serious. She raised a brow at him, laughing at his words, she slapped his chest and dropped down from the counter to tug her dress back down. “That’s not a ‘no’,” he reminded her, his eyes glued to her when she bent down to grab her underwear from the floor.

“It isn’t, is it?” She agreed with a mischievous smile, making her way out of the kitchen. He cursed softly, threw the paper towel away and washed his hands quickly before going after her.

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Armin’s Mean Girl

Pairings 🔪: Armin Arlet x fem!reader

Encapsulation 🔪: Being a mean girl is a life you lived and breathed, Armin couldn’t help but to fall in love even if you aren’t looking for love in a married man

Warnings 🔪: Smut, manipulative! Armin, manipulative!reader, face fucking, filming, dom!Armin( kinda), Armin is ooc and he’s taller than his usual height for the sake of this position( about 6’1), reader is spiteful towards the wife, a complete mean girl, eren is your ex and he’s mentioned, breeding, choking, impact play, dirty talking(degradation and praise), cheater!Armin, Husband!Armin, chubby reader, black coded reader( just not explicit), rough fucking, Cumming in mouth, swallowing, cervix fucking( just a little bit)

Word Count 🔪: 3.9k

18+ Spooky Hotties Allowed

This is for @sanzucide burn book collab, tysm for letting me join!!

Armin was your play toy who you loved to fuck. He always was so whiny and beautiful when you’re riding him.

The way his dulcet, blue eyes went droopy whenever you squeezed around him was enough to make you want him for yourself but instead you had to share with that bitch. You hated her ever since high school and now she is married to him at the age of 25 years old. Who the hell gets married in their 20s anyways? Bitches who act mighty and fake-classy, that’s for sure. Yeah you held hella resentment to the bitch who took everything from you.

Every activity you did, she managed to do and always got praises. Every friend you made or tried to make, she swooped in with her perfect smile taking them away from you. You were beginning to see a pattern when she took Eren away from you. He was your love at the time and she managed to slip her freshly done manicured hands that had the same design as you, French tips at that time, into his pants and heart.

She was the new girl at the school and yet she started to have more followers than you. You were the one who put her on the map, yet she turned out to be “better” than you. The people’s words of course not yours, duh! The pattern led you to believe she was obsessed with you ever since you befriended her when no one else was willing. Even your close friends managed to point out similarities between you two.

Every time you got a new mini skirt, she got the same fabric and design just a different color. Every heel you wore she wore at parties she’d invite everyone to. Everytime you got a new pair of gym shoes or boots her ass got them the next week or day.

She was an annoying little bitch and now she’s a changed woman. News flash she isn’t and you know it because once a mean girl will always be a mean girl, you all just grow up into mean sluts or whores. You can proudly vouch for that, reasons why you made it this far in life now: being mean and pretty can get you everywhere. You would know since you were the face of that category.

You were honestly beginning to feel bad for her at one point because of Armin Arlert.He was your play toy for two reasons only, one he was that bitch, Anna, husband and two because he was Eren’s best friend, crazy right. She fucked both of them but managed to marry one of them due to eren cheating on her with Misa, the same way he cheated on you with her.

Oh how much you laughed and posted the papers about her and eren relationship being over with the text messages of him and her when he was cheating on you with her, revenger was written at the top of the paper with red coloring and next to the screenshots were pictures of Eren and Misa making out in his car. You exposed them two in the process of exposing the slimy bitch you hated since she got to the school. The best part is— you didn’t care about the backlash.

Armin, on the other hand, was sweet but never innocent. You knew that from the start when you first met him in high school. He fabricated his innocence and honestly you wanted to call him out to get the kick out of it but what sense does that make if you can just prove his not so innocent based on his desperation for you alone. It was almost sad at how desperate he was. But you basked in his desperation, it made you really want to string him along for more than you planned. Candy is a good example to describe this situation—

very sweet but unhealthy to eat.

The feeling of evil was all around you as you had your phone out recording yourself sucking his long dick. You were enjoying sucking him off so much that you didn’t even care about his panicked face once he saw you recording on your phone. You also didn’t care because you were trying to fit all of him inside your mouth. You see Armin’s dick was bigger than your mouth can take, he was thick and long with three veins across his dick, it curved upwards and you found that fascinating once you finally fucked him senior year of high school, now you both were in college fucking like rabbits without his pregnant “wife” knowing.

Armin reached to grab your phone but you were quicker than him, “ Ah Ah Ah, this is for me, blonde, so sit back and relax while I suck your cock the way you like it.” Armin couldn’t help but to doubt what you were saying when he saw the smirk you displayed on your pretty face, “ You got to promise me that you won’t show anybody, especially her?”

You purse your lips out and scrunch up your face before responding, “ Okay, I promise but if you or her gets out of line then she’s getting shown the video of you eating my pussy, got that?”

You didn’t let him respond because you wrapped your succulent lips around his red flushed tip, sucking on it with eagerness while pointing the camera at you and then him when you saw the way his eyes rolled back. Gosh he was angelic and here you were sucking the “innocence” out of him.

You heard a faint “ fuck” as you took him deeper down your throat making sure not to gag too much, relaxing your throat in the process. You felt his thighs quiver underneath your pretty hands with light pink nails that fit well with your skin complexion due to how pretty the pink was. He had to sit up on his elbows to see you take him into your mouth, “ Fuck yes, take all of me baby, please, your throat is like another pussy baby. So tight and wet.”

You let out a little giggle against his cock creating vibrations, earning a deep groan. Your wink at the camera with a full mouth was enough to make him cum. He took the camera from your hands and held it in view of you sucking his dick with his stomach sucking in and out whenever you suck hard on his cock.

“ Aah yes baby, suck my cock just like that, such a good little slut.”, Armin moans, still trying to hold the camera up while his body bounced back on the bed. You took one of your hands and played with his balls, deep throating his cock to the best of your ability. His tip was bullying the back of your throat and you loved every second of it.

You let out little moans making his mind go in and out, he was mind fucked right now just off your plush, glossy lips wrapped around his cock like his perfect little whore. Armin couldn’t take it anymore, so he had no choice but to hold your head with his free hand, he moved into your mouth at a moored pace, “ ohhh shit, your mouth is soo… soo… amazing!”

You could tell he was about to cum when his balls slapped against your chin in pleasure. You holllowed your cheeks for him and that only got your nose stuffed against his pelvis taking in his beauotful scent with a mixture of his sweat musk. Your jaw felt like it was going to break and your throat felt like it was being punctured by a pin. Point being that it hurts.

You tried to breathe out of your nose since your mouth was stuffed with all of his dick but as soon as his balls jumped, cum flowed inside of your mouth, “ mmm”. Low panic of hums were heard, just like the deep groans heard around the room. Your were coughing and trying to break apart from Armin’s dick but he wasn’t letting up especially when he snapped his hips into your mouth three more times, “ Take it all baby, that’s right, swallow my dick baby, swallow all of my cum just like the perfect girl you claim to be. Oh!”

He talked like this to you when you made him mad or he’s completely had enough. You tried to swallow all of his cum but you were getting light headed, so you decided to tap his thighs telling him to let you up but he wasn’t listening until he saw your mascara roll down your eyes mixing in with the most angelic tears he’s ever witnessed. More spit was trailing down your mouth and onto his dick, creating more shininess. God! Did you look so perfect right now? A true slut. His slut!

Because you looked so pretty with tears and his cock in your mouth and because you were a good girl and swallowed most of his cum, he allowed you to breathe again. You hurried and latched yourself off his cock with a string of saliva disconnecting you apart from his cock. You sat on your knees coughing and wheezing from the impact of almost dying on his dick. Never did he ever do that and for some reason you wanted him to do it more often now. The feeling of dying while sucking dick was an entirely new feeling you were beginning to like, maybe even love.

Armin caught his breath as he sat up, still holding your phone to your face, seeing if you’re okay , “ You alright, baby?” You were confused because he was about to kill you just a minute ago and now he’s comforting you, you weren’t complaining though. To answer his question, you nodded your head and that action made him smile at you before pecking you on the lips two times, “ Allow me to fuck a baby into you? Can you allow that for me? Hmm.”

Your eyes widened at that statement and you were about to respond until you heard him chuckle, “ learn how to take a joke, baby, isn’t that what you always tell me?” You were frozen until you got the courage to laugh, “ yeah but I’m ready for you to take me now, please fuck me Min’!”

Armin smiled with a tight lipped smile prior to him grabbing your hand, pulling you up just to switch places with you while pushing you down on the bed in the process. You were confused because why would he push you down on your stomach instead of telling you to bend over if he’s fucking you in one of his usual positions: Doggy style.

“ You said you wanted to try a new position and I’ve asked Connie, Jean, Eren, and Reiner what positions are best when having sex, they added one called prone-bone. Honey, have you ever tried that before? Did he ever do that position with you because he suggested it to me without even knowing I was talking about his ex girl he’s still hung up on.”, Armin whispers in your ear. He was so happy you were already bare, it’s just your bra and panties still on. He also wanted to see your reaction to what he just said so he cocked his head down and to the side to see your face.

You were smirking because you knew Eren was the one who suggested it because that was a position you introduced him to and the position he taught to her— who will not be named.

Armin chuckled at your face before placing his knees on both sides of your hips massaging the fat of your ass in between his pretty, long fingers, “ Fuck, this ass is perfect and all mine.” You never heard him talk like this and was about to question him until he ripped your panties in half making you gasp, “ Armin! What the fuck!”

Armin didn’t care about what you have to say because he’ll just buy you more. Right now, he only cared about the feeling of your warm walls around his dick. He’s aching for it and he now knows you are too when he reaches down to rub your clit feeling the stickiness and wetness. He felt your body shake underneath him as you bit your lip letting a mean moan escape your pretty lips he’s fallen in love with. He could only see your since he was holding your neck with one hand, making you bend your back a little to gain access of the view of him taking you in.

“ Are you ready, princess? Hmm.”, He asked as he leaned down to pack you again. Armin was glad that you were under him right now. He may be short but damn did he have a long length somewhere else.

“ Please put it in already, I wanna feel you inside of me, Min’ please.”, you say as you looked up at him with doll-like lashes and pretty eyes he always admired. You knew you had him right where you wanted because you did two things he loved— batting those pretty eyelashes and begging.

“ You’re begging is so hot princess, your making my dick jump based off that alone.”, Armin says before letting go of your neck. He tapped your ass with his cock three times, pushing in with a deep moan. You and Armin moan in sync at the feeling of his cock bullying its way into you like a burglar breaking into a house.

Armin’s cock belonged inside of you and he knew it all along, he had no remorse on fucking you in the bed he and his wife lay, besides she just wasn’t you, so he definitely didn’t feel bad. He so badly wanted to because of the humane and nice side of him but his other side was doing the thinking and talking here and he let it. For you.

Armin snapped his hips into you, feeling you spasm around his cock like an elastic band. His cock was curved and hit you in all the right places. You stretched around him while also pulling him inside due to your tightness and he loved it so much, “ Aah baby, this feels so good, keep doing your pussy like that,”

You grabbed onto the sheets crumbling them under your respirated hand, “ Arminnn, this is too much, I think I could feel you in my stomach, Mmgh fuck!” Armin smirked when he heard your voice, fuck it was so sexy no matter the tone or how soft or deep it was. He was completely in love with you. He knew that ever since he named his first child after your middle name and naming his second child with a name similar to yours.

Armin’s movements were slow and steady since he set up your phone on the prompt up pillows he stored without you noticing. Your moans were soundless because of your face being stuffed into the cleaned sheets on his bed. He was so glad his wife was out with the kids tonight over her mother's house. He had the whole house to himself for the night since he chose to have a fight with her for this reason only. Making love and fucking you.

His warm lips trailed down the back of your neck as he moved in and out of your soaking tight cunt. The way you hugged around him should be studied in sex mususems if there is one. You sweet moans rolled off your tongue and sounded like his favorite genre of music on repeat. You were enticing and dangerous. He’d risk it all for you in a heartbeat.

The feeling of Armin kissin’ down your neck and back was everything you needed to add to this sensual pleasure but you wanted him to treat you like his slut he claims for you to be, right now he’s going so slow that it’s painful and pleasuring at the same time, “ Come on, min’ is that the best you got for me? What a shame when Eren did this position it was way better than whatever this is. I mean the way he pounded inside of me was something I will cherish until somebody has topped him and so far Nobody has topped him.” And to top it off you laughed at him.

Armin stopped every movement he had when you mentioned his best friend, your ex. Why did you have to go there and on top of that you laugh at him, mocking him, so he had no choice but to fuck up his wall. Don’t know how he’s going to explain it to his wife and don't care about it right now. Not after what you just said.

Armin positioned himself lower, making his chest touch your back, he forcefully intertwined his right hand on top of yours before using his left arm to wrap around your neck, “ You won’t even think about him when I’m done with you.” Armin snapped his hips into your ass creating ripples form how hard he fucked into your pussy. Your oussy quivered around his cock but he didn’t care because he kept going like that. Wet claps were heard around the room in sync with the bed frame hitting the wall over and over.

You couldn’t do anything but scream from the impact of his dick creeping it’s way to your cervix. Everytime he moved in your walls clamped around him like a magnet and when he moved out they went right back to the way they were before. You felt so good and full, this is what you wanted.

His name felt like a ritual to you since you were chanting it over and over as he fucked inside of your faster, finally making his tip collide with your cervix over and over. Meanwhile, your eyes were rolled into the back of your head at his movements and words whispered in your ear, “ This is what you wanted right. You wanted me to treat you like the slut you are, right? How embarrassing. Truly.”

You almost wanted to cry at his tone and the fact that the way his dick is slamming into your pussy felt like somebody was slapping you on your pussy over and over. Technically he was since his balls slapped onto your clit.

He finally lifted up and put your legs together before pouncing on you again. You couldn’t see the look in his face and you wished you could because he was ducking you just like you wanted him too.

He held himself up by his hands before digging inside of your pussy like a man trying to find gold on sacred land, “ Fuck yes, so embarrassing for you to only think of being a slut. Nothing else goes on inside of that pea brain of yours and it’s concerning. You’re so- ughh! Shit!- so damn lucky your face and pussy makes up for what’s lost up there. Such a mean girl but with a broken mind, am I right?”

You felt disgusted because he was right and because he was holding your head down with one of his hands. He turned your head to the picture on his dresser and it was of his family. Gosh were you really a whore.

“ Armin, please, it’s starting to hurt but I want you to keep going, Mmgh, you fuck me so much better!”, You say with tears coming out your closed eyes. You only closed them to get the image of his family out of your mind while fucking him and it worked but not for long when you heard him let out a loud groan before lifting half of your body up by your hair, “ Don’t take your fucking eyes off that photo, you want to act like a slut and mention the one name I told you not to mention than you’ll be treated like a 2 dollar Whore who’s fucking a married man with two kids, ahhh fuck! Your fucking getting off to this shit because you’re squeezing me so hard.”

Your neck was starting to hurt but he didn’t care because he still drilled into your pussy with no mercy. You were starting to feel like you were about to piss on yourself so you reached back to tap his thighs, but he swat your hands away like a fly on a hot summer day. You felt humiliated when you started to feel yourself peeing, only to feel yourself squirting instead. You hated how the two were similar but you loved the feeling of squirting on a big dick. Armin was the only one to make that happen.

You screamed out his name over and over as he continued to pound inside of you despite you squirting on his dick and the bed, “ Ahh Armin, I wanna- Ohh fuck!— I wanna cum, fuck it I’m about to cum..” you chanted out pleas after that and honestly it was falling death on his ears because he was too focused on getting himself off right now that he didn’t care what you say or did.

“ Puusy is mine, you got that. No other person can make you feel this way like I do. You know this, princess. Huugh fuck— you fit around me so well, your pussy has been fucked into shape by me and I can’t be more proud of myself for fucking this hot. Used. Pussy.”, Armin couldn’t help the words that came out of his mouth because he was pussy drunk and he could tell you were drunk off his cock. Your babbling could justify his point. Just the way he likes it.

His sweat was building up on his body and his limbs were starting to stagger due to the feeling of cumming. He needed to cum so badly that’s why he started chanting your name. Both of your bodies fell onto the bed and he kept moving inside of you chasing his flaming and needed orgasm. Your scream and the tightness of your cunt was enough to let him know that you came around him. The cream flowed down your pussy and onto his thick dick making his body shudder with desperation, “ Shit I can’t hold on, I’m cummin’, cumming inside of you!” You couldn’t help but to moan in exhaustion when you felt his shots of cum inside of you.

It was so hot inside of you and the way he was whispering in your ear made you cry, “ Feel nothing else but my dick, baby. Fucking hell! I love you so much, so, so, so much!” You hated that he was confessing his love to you but at the same time you loved it because now you have everything you needed from him.

He pulled out of you and rolled off you, “ That was amazing, y/n.” You faced his way and smiled at him, “ It was, thank you so much for proving what I already knew: you’re better than everybody I fucked. And that’s only three people.”

Armin chuckled before leaning in to capture your phone, passing it to you, “ Come here and make sure you send me that later, she isn’t coming here until tomorrow evening.”

You smirked in victory as you laid beside him with your legs entangled with his. Anna was gonna feel everything tomorrow and he was too because in the morning he saw you gone, leaving only your schemes and you two scandals behind for him to explain to everyone who supported him and his wife.

God! You loved being a mean girl!

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[buckgasms]

Hellooo! This is my second time requesting but I absolutely love your work so much! So I was thinking maybe Princess reader and daddy Bucky where princess is innocent and dumb. She’s always very sweet to everyone (especially daddy) but can’t tell when anyone is flirting with her or even if they’ve done something wrong. She just loves everyone and could never fathom being rude. Feel free to ignore if you aren’t taking requests. 🎀

You are getting me GOOD with these requests!! I love it so much 💖 thank you so much for coming back 🎀

Because I imagine this puts Bucky in a very difficult state of mind. Because he loves how innocent and dumb you are, but he HATES the idea of you being flirted with and someone thinking they have a chance with you.....

I'm imagining a party scenario right? He's got people mingling in the garden of his luxury mansion and it's all classy and everyone is vibing away.

And you are floating around the party like a fairy, chatting to people, having a little drink and everyone is just like 👀 she's perfect 👀

Obviously you spend time with Daddy, holding hands and giggling with him, he presses kisses to your hair and sometimes you have little longer kisses when people aren't talking to him about business or whatever. Also he gossips about people because it shocks you and you have the best reactions to all their secrets.

Also telling him how handsome he looks and maybe you tease him a little about how much you wish you could leave the party and have fun with him...

And you've got the cutest outfit on and everyone has told you how pretty you look and basically you are buzzing on cloud nine right now.

So whilst you are taking some time to enjoy the view or whatever someone wanders over to you. He's a nice looking guy and he starts chatting away to you, which is nice y'know?

"That dress looks amazing on you, why don't you give me a twirl?"

And you giggle and give him a twirl, forgetting that when you do that you basically show off your pretty underwear in the process. And neither of you notice that you have Daddy's full attention.

"Wow that was perfect, let me film it and show you!"

The guy takes out his phone as you giggle again, twirling with more vigour and smile at the camera.

"Check out that view huh? Look down there..." He says and you lean over the balcony and try and see what he's pointing at.

You frown in confusion when suddenly you hear Daddy's voice.

"Enjoying the view huh?"

You twirl around but he's not looking at you. He's staring daggers at the man whose face has gone quite pale.

"Gimme that fucking phone now" he growls and you watch wide eyed as the phone is passed from one to the other and Bucky flicks through the images. "You taking pictures of my Princess?"

The guy stutters and you gasp and Bucky snaps the phone in half and throws it into the pool. The whole party has gone pretty quiet now.

The butterflies in your tummy are exploding, from worry to absolute desire watching Daddy defend you like a mad man.

"If I ever see your face again I'm gonna end you. Now get the fuck off my property.."

Security appears and walks the man away from you at speed. As he leaves the party noise resumes and people get back to their conversations, although they are probably all talking about the same thing.

"Ummm Daddy what happened?" You ask, twiddling with your fingers and biting your lip nervously.

He walks over and cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss on your lips. "Did you forget what happens when you twirl sweetheart?" You run your hands over his chest and lock eyes with him. After a pause you nod.

"Was I bad? Didn't mean to be..." You whisper and he smiles, stealing another kiss from you. "No, it's ok baby. You didn't know... That's why Daddy takes care of you hmm?"

You giggle again and wrap your arms around him, "I liked when you broke his phone Daddy..." He grins proudly, squeezing your ass as he pulls you closer. "Yeah? Couldn't help it sweetness, can't have him enjoying pictures of you. You're just for me right?"

"Just for you"

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[zoros-bandana]

Flowers - A Valentine's Day Post

(SFW)

Fluff/slight angst?/innocently idiotic Zoro

Warning: arguments, miscommunication

Summary: With Valentines Day fast approaching, Zoro gets reminded of his deeply rooted crush, leading to a series of troublesome ideas to ask you to be his.

Word Count: 2,200

Zoro huffed, dragging his feet behind Luffy as they followed Nami through the markets, under strict orders not to touch anything.

Every now and then his ears would prick, straining his eye over to where Sanji stood, showing you some beautifully inscribed vase or necklace he insisted matched your eyes. Your voice and laugher was always stronger with the cook, annoying him just that little bit more seeing you with him.

His mind would often wonder whenever he looked to you, wishing that it was him you were laughing alongside, leaning against as you immersed yourself in your amusement. You would always look so beautiful, so perfect, curling your lips in a smile that he would tear the world apart just to see one last time.

“Oi! Zoro!”

Zoro turned, realising his friend had ventured on ahead of them, lost in his own wishes. Grumbling to himself he steered away from you, dragging Luffy away to carry on as Nami's protective boarder.

Once again she had stopped at a stall, glistening in jewellery and items that deemed expensive but classy to her taste. Ignore her entourage - except for times when it suited her - left Zoro in charge of Luffy, making sure he kept himself occupied, but not enough to start unwanted trouble. His job was a painful reminder he wasn't chosen to accompany you instead, wishing to venture with the cook for reasons unknown to Zoro.

With one hand constantly on Luffy and in sight of both himself and Nami, Zoro admitted he had earned his reward, constantly distracting himself with whichever way you walked; following the sweet scent of your perfume.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Nami questioned, realising her friends distracted state; met with no word after repeating her previous question to him.

Zoro looked back at the navigator, confused. “Huh? Who?”

“Y/n” Nami said simply, picking up an old map to inspect. “It’s clear you have a crush on her and with Valentine’s Day coming up it seems the time to do so. Take her on a date for Valentine's Day, Zoro”

Luffy laughed, amused at the prospect of his friends together. "You and Y/n?"

Zoro blushed.

"What about us?"

Attention moved to you, interrupting the conversation. Sanji stood close to you, sharing the same confused pout, both flickering your eyes between the three for answers. Zoro knew he had to move fast, quickly cutting Luffy off before he blurted out his feelings; knowing a secret was never safe with him.

"We're the worst with directions"

"The idiot finally admitted it..." Sanji laughed, his voice low.

"Uh-huh..." you hummed, unsure how to properly respond to his statement.

Turning around you fell in tune with Luffy, who had easily slipped from Zoro's grip, listening as he edged Sanji for a peak into the food basket at hand, wishing for an early lunch. Zoro stayed behind, shrinking further away as you began to walk, wishing to space himself out of embarrassment.

Nami sighed, standing next to Zoro, disappointed in how the interaction played out. She understood her friend was hopeless with love, however, she never realised how much he needed guidance to kick things off.

"Don't listen to him" Nami shrugged off the captain "just ask her"

"All you have to do is something nice for her and she'll be yours; trust me"

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A pinch of regret sunk Zoro's stomach, watching Chopper run away from him, crying and calling out your name. He followed behind, half stalling, knowing how easy it would be to get your attention this way. Executing his plan was easy, doing it every so often just to have you interact with him, knowing he wasn't good at initiating things himself. He didn't care you would be mad at him for scaring Chopper, half the time he wasn't listening to what you were saying, just how you said it.

There was a twang in your voice, even when mad, that was sweet and melodic, making it hard to take you seriously. Zoro was aware he was larger, stronger, so any attempt of a physical fight you were out of your depth; another reason for him to pursue this crazy idea. It hadn't occurred to him that he would ask you out this way, he didn't plan on extending things further than this, but now he had a motive and was more willing to do something about it.

Zoro stopped, watching as Chopper ran into your open arms, hypnotised by how sweet you were with him; as how you were with everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

"Again? Seriously, Zoro?"

Rolling his eyes, Zoro attempted to act annoyed, not wishing to sink to the level of the shitty ero-cook.

He wasn't a simp like Sanji was.

Even if your voice lit up the room, stopping everyone who was close by just to get a chance to hear your charm, your wit, your jokes.

So what if you showed the most class and elegance even on the battle field, weaving through enemies as if you could do it in your sleep?

He didn't care that the morning light would always hit your face first thing in the morning, radiating you in a halo of gold as you sat across from him at breakfast.

That every single feature of you was carved so ethereal he would swear he was dreaming if it weren't for the song-like call parting through a pair of beautifully plump lips-

"He got in my way, ya know how it is"

You scoffed.

A horrific sound to Zoro's ears, aimed directly at him.

"Actually, no I don't" you stood up, holding Chopper to your chest. His body hung tightly to you, like a suffering child against their mothers chest. "Chopper doesn't deserve your kind of insatiable behaviour!"

"I don't even know what that means" Zoro spat, getting caught up in the growing tension, more aggressive than he intended.

"It means you can be such an asshole, especially to those who don't deserve that treatment!"

"It's only because I-" Zoro fumbled for the right words, choking as his confession brimmed, losing his train of thought.

"What?" your tone stayed bitter.

He wanted to tell you, to let you know that he did it to talk to you, knowing you always came to Chopper's aid. He wanted to admit it was because he wanted to ask you out on a date, to be his valentine. But he also knew you were upset, caused by his action, and it was beyond his capability knowing if you would say yes like this.

Realising this wasn't the time, Zoro sighed. "Don't worry about it, Y/n, it's nothing to concern yourself with"

Before you could argue more, he turned, storming back to his post to nap, ignoring the growing heat in his face.

He needed to try something else.

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Sitting across from you, Zoro smiled to himself, enjoying the scene as you chose the seat opposite him at the table; a few spare seats littering the table to chose from. He took your seat as a good sign, picking your view of him over the likes of any of your other friends.

You had calmed down from the brief argument shared a few days prior, softer around him, even dismissing the slight comments shared between him and the young doctor. Using your distraction of the sniper beside you to his advantage, he continued to look over at you, ignoring the cooks growing suspicion.

"Oi, Marimo, quit gazing at sweet Y/n-swan like that!"

Zoro could feel the room grow quiet, hearing Sanji's claim, averting their attention towards him. Even through his embarrassment he continued looking at you, unable to avert his eyes as you met him; sharing an embarrassed look of your own. He noted how sweetly the blush formed across your cheeks, making you seem innocently angelic, framing your face beautifully. He also noted how he had been quiet for a while, needing to come up with an excuse.

And fast.

"Ya know I don't think I will"

Your voice carried over to him, low and timid; curious. "And why not?"

"Because you're so..."

Think, Zoro, think.

"Impressionable"

"Impressionable?"

"My" Sanji snickered, "that's a big word for you"

"I mean..."

What is that other big word Robin said? A? Ap? Appeal?

"Appalling to look at!"

Shit, he didn't mean to say that.

Your face dropped, distressed from his choice of word, mute to his fumbles to collect himself. Somehow the room got quieter, everybody knowing he messed up, unsure of how to assist him out of this mess; and neither was Zoro.

Quickly dodging Sanji's leg attack, Zoro pulled back away from the table, quickly drawing his sword. He hoped to rectify his mistake, after shaking off Sanji, however the brief glimpses of your face caused immense shame. You had cowered away, hiding your face as Robin consoled you, her arm around you.

Maybe he would take Nami's advice after all.

Do something nice for you.

Something more than his poor choices of words could do.

But what?

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Fluttering his eyes open at the sound of the door close, Zoro knew he was now in the clear. It was late morning, leaving the rest of the crew occupied with various activities, yourself included, Zoro able to rest against the railing situated opposite the flower bed.

He knew you and Chopper were proud of this feat, straining the growth against treacherous and unpredictable weather. And in turn leaving an array of vibrant spikes of colour drawing the crews eye as they passed. Even Zoro fell to their pull, smiling to himself as he passed, blindsided by their elating abilities.

Making his way over to the patch he quickly snapped into action, aware he could be sprung any moment. Grabbing his fist to the stems of the flowers, he yanked hard, ripping up the flowers complete with dirt and exposed roots attached.

Satisfied with his catch, Zoro ventured to the girls room, eager to place his confession for you on the end of your bed. He thought it was obvious what he was doing, overhearing your keen interest in flowers and Sanji's blabbering of spoiling women with bunches of flowers.

You were going to love this.

How could you not?

Throwing the bunch on your bed, he pulled the note from his pocket, marked with a simple 'Z' for easy collection once found. Confident with his plan he smiled to himself, knowing the two-bit chef would just have to find someone else to ardour over.

For Zoro had finally won.

He would finally get his date.

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"What the hell, Zoro!"

"Huh?"

Zoro looked up towards you, confused of you sudden outburst into the crows nest. You had interrupted his training, to which he usually would not mind, however, there was something resentful in how you appeared; throwing him off.

"Flowers? Really? MY flowers? You know it really must be some sick joke you're playing on me, terrorising me these past days"

Zoro turned to face you, unclear at what you were saying; never expecting you to be ungrateful for his act of service.

"I thought girls liked flowers?"

"They do, Zoro, when presented as a gift not littered all over my bed like a dog ripping up the yard! You knew that I was saving those flowers for Chopper's medicine"

His voice dropped, realising his mistake, his body washing over in regret. To him, he had done the purest act of affection he could, hoping to persuade you over. But in reality he made the situation worse, only pushing you further away from him. Every attempt he made only rooted a deep loathing for him, twisting him up inside. He only wanted to do something different, something bold, unsure how exactly to act; new to these feelings he had for you.

Remorseful, Zoro's face grew an embarrassingly bright red. "I thought you liked flowers..."

"I-" you hesitated, realising the change in tone. "Why do you care if I like flowers?"

"Because"

"Because what?" you pressed. "And don't try and shrug it off again, Zoro, I need you to answer me"

"Because" he repeated, looking further away from you hoping it would give him space. "Because I like you"

Silence filled the room, making Zoro squirm, he hated that deafening sound not knowing whether it was good or bad. He needed to say something, more than just a bleak confession, something just to fill the gap between you both.

"I like you, and I wanted to ask you to be my valentine but I didn't know how"

Again, it was silent.

Clearing his throat he pepped up his voice, growing colder. "But I know you're going out with curly-brow, anyway"

"Sanji?"

You laughed, taken aback, a weird mix of relief and amusement of his confession and wrong accusation. "Why the hell would I be going out with Sanji? I like you, Zoro, despite your rather idiotic attempts"

Knitting his brows together, Zoro thought for a moment, collecting himself. If what you were saying was true, than that meant…

"So I still have a chance?"

"You always did, all you had to do was ask me"

Your words surged some confidence into the swordsman, a typical cocky smirk finding its way to his face. Standing up straight Zoro came towards you, strutting much more prideful, freezing you in place. As he reached you, his hands came out to scoop behind you, wrapping you up in one quick swoop.

"Well in that case..." Zoro pulled you close to him, letting his hard body press firmly against you. His hands fell wonderfully into the curve of your back, holding you comfortably, as if he had done this many times before. Your hands fell against his chest, feeling his heart hammer rapidly against your palm, exposing his growing lust. His face lingered just above you, studying your expression before continuing, knowing full well he had your attention; making his next move his most simplest yet.

"Will you be my valentine, Y/n?"

#again with Aus being ahead it is already valentines day here #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro scenario #zoro imagine #zoro fluff #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro scenario #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro fluff #op zoro #op fluff

[butmakeitgayblog]

Shall we go for a slow buildup then? Let’s start with the first time they hold each other (re: starlet non au)

The first time they hold each other is catharsis. Solace.

It's shortly after Lexa'd reached out that night after winning over Clarke. They were still at a loss as to how exactly to handle all this. This thing between them that neither are willing to talk about or even acknowledge, but both know is there. Both feel it growing deeper, more real. They've gone from nearly a full year of silence to texting every single day. A random call once every few weeks, even if they don't have much to say. They're in each other's lives at that point and neither really have any desire to stop it.

It happens the first time they actually speak to each other in person since that night when they'd both let too many secrets slip out over too many bottles of wine. It's a dinner party "thing" Clarke hosts at her apartment, inviting Lexa but more importantly 10 other people along for a night of classy but kinda trashy finger foods and board games. Because it's absolutely not an excuse just to have Lexa in her space again, and the other guests are certainly not a buffer in case everything is as terrible as she's imagined.

What I'm saying is that it's casual, and it means nothing, which is exactly why Clarke spends 5 hours bouncing between cooking and deciding what to do with her hair, all while rearranging the furniture in her apartment until it looks perfect.

Lexa spends those same 5 hours just trying her best to not throw up.

But it does turn out to be a nice evening. So much so, neither really know what they had to be worried about. It wasn't hard being in each other's space again. If anything, it felt like breathing for the first time in over a year. As though looking over mid-laugh just to catch the other's eyes was the most natural thing in the world. Which makes it feel all too safe to choose to stay behind when the rest of the gang announces they want to go out. It only being 9:30 by the time all the food is gone and every game is left on Clarke's dining table in disarray makes the inclination valid. Because Lexa's got an early call the next morning that she absolutely cannot be hungover for, and Clarke just isn't in the mood to turn down 30 offers from strangers to do coke in the VIP section while having her ass grabbed on the dancefloor.

So they stay behind and talk. Never straying too far from safe subjects. Work, the weather, what they'd be doing if they weren't in the industry, a few innocent tales from childhood. It naturally leads from Clarke sharing about how she'd lost her father at the tender age of 17, to recounting some of her best memories with him. That's how they find themselves huddled together in front of an old record player, thumbing through all the classics, Clarke playing song after song and sharing her memories of each one as Lexa sips her wine and listens to every single one.

It's only when the first notes of a particular song whine to life that Lexa can't really seem to help herself. Because there's just something in the way Clarke's eyes come alive when she tells her how they used to dance to that one every morning before breakfast. It's the image of a tiny Clarke, still in her footie style pjs and sporting a wicked case of baby blonde bed-head, hugging her father's legs as she danced along on the tops of his feet.

She just can't resist.

And god help her, it felt good having Clarke be that close, accepting her hand when Lexa had restarted the song and asked her if she'd like to dance. It felt good, and more terrifying, it felt right. It felt right the way Clarke tucked into her body, one hand on her shoulder, the other cupped gently in her palm. It felt right to match the sway of her hips, to match her breathing and the race of her heartbeat, to laugh as they tripped over themselves and just righted themselves again.

It felt right to pull Clarke closer when those blue eyes suddenly turned glossy, her perfectly wonderful face scrunching up in an embarrassed huff of laughter through her sniffles of, "Sorry. I just miss him sometimes. Ignore me."

So there's really nothing for it. Nothing to do but nod that she understands that kind of pain. That sense of loss, and how it can hit you at the most random of times. So Lexa hugs her right there in her livingroom, records forgotten on the floor at their feet. She tucks Clarke's head into her shoulder and wraps her arms tight around her waist, accepts every last one of her tears and carries her grief as her own, hugging her and holding her as the final chorus fades out

Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes

And nobody knows like me...

Clarke asks her to stay and Lexa does, because there's no way she can leave her like this. So sad and vulnerable and visibly raw at the edges. She sets aside all of her rules and all of her fear and takes Clarke to the couch, guiding her to lay on top of her, just to rest. To let the calm of her breathing and the steady thump of her heart lull Clarke into a tear-soddened sleep. She holds her through the night, neither saying more than a few muffled words, Lexa humming the notes of the song until they're etched into the rhythm of her heartbeat. Until she knows not a day will pass when this song doesn't bring her right back to this moment, and this woman, and this feeling of holding everything she wants but cannot let herself have right there in her arms. But it's enough just to be close, to let herself slip into this once more, and Lexa knows there's really no coming back from this.

Still, when Clarke eventually wakes up, Lexa's long gone in the morning.

#anon #starlet au

[the-s1lly-corner]

hello! it’s my first time requesting something, so please lmk if there is a problem with what i am requesting ;v; i was wondering if you could make a Laughing Jack x reader who is really into Victorian Era/classy stuff? e.g. they dress, talk, and own objects of that era. i hope this does not break your rule of no ocs- but other than that, thank you, and have a nice day/night! :)

Laughing Jack x Reader who loves the Victorian era

No need to worry! You're not breaking any rules at all!

Notes: Reader is GN... Admin knows very little about the Victorian era so a lot of this is based off of quick googling and observing themes! Whoops!

CWs: None

Laughing Jack is... old. Very old, actually. In fact he was around during the era in question!

I enjoy the idea that he still has some mannerisms from that era, it would make sense as he doesnt interact with many people all that often... it's a little jarring hearing him combine modern sayings and slang with what was common back then

He helps you with keeping things period accurate, if being.. well accurate... is important to you! From clothing to furniture, he has a sharp memory!

Looooves your fashion sense, it feels familiar..

Always offers to tie anything- laces, bows, ties, and so on! Sometimes gets carried away and makes the knot look really fancy and intricate

Bro makes the monkey knot from spongebob with your laces/j

Tries so hard to not get too rowdy, he doesnt want to accidentally break any of your belongings.. but alas, accidents do happen. Pretty apologetic and tries to make it right

Asks with genuine innocence if you want time period accurate makeup. Not just style wise, but.. ingredient wise as well

Does not understand why things like lead is bad for humans- you... might want to make sure Jack isn't using makeup containing lead or any other not good things

Not that it would mess with him, his body doesnt seem to react the same way a normal person's would but you'd like that peace of mind..

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #laughing jack x you #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack imagine

[zeldasnotes]

THE SUN SIGNS:

Based on people Ive met🥂

Aries

Very loyal especially towards their friends. They usually have a lot of respect for people who are ”tough”. They have a hard time being nice to someone they dont respect and they show it. Can be very rude and arrogant. Very competetive. Nice eyebrows. I noticed that they have a lot of integrity and seem more open than they really are. They have a lot in common with Scorpios for some reason.

Taurus

They just cant hide envy and they get jealous a lot. Really good skin. Usually popular. Expensive taste. Very loyal and protective if they like you. They can be very open with who they like and who they dont like. The women have amazing bodies😍

Gemini

The women can be kinda catty against other women who are not a part of their friendgroup but if you are one of their people they are wonderful. They have something about their eyes that screams ”naughty”. Easily bored.

Cancer

Tries hard to hide their sensitivity.Cancer placements in general not only Suns are soooo moody and say the most hurtful things and hit below the belt when in a bad mood and when angry, and then when they are in a good mood again they just expects everyone to forget about it. Big hearts and will always be there for you.

Leo

They make very good friends. Extremely generous. They will stand up for people who cant stand up for themselves. They are usually the popular girl/guy at school. Super nice or super bitchy no inbetween😂 Very dominant people in general but they use it for good.

Virgo

For some reason all Virgo Sun women ive met are popular but disliked at the same time? Its like people dislike them but still want their approval. Loves to complain and gossip. The women usually slutshames other women to make themselves look innocent. Super ultra serving and will take care of the person they love as if the person were their baby. INTELLIGENT.

Libra

Also for some reason moody. Very vengeful because everything has to be balanced. Boy/Girl crazy, very good judges of character because socializing is their thing. They fight by spreading rumours and being petty. Will judge and analyze you when they think you dont see them. The women have some kind of rival mentality towards other women. Usually very popular with the opposite sex.

Scorpio

Thinks that everyone has a motive. They will instantly look for the evil in other people like they are not satisfied until they catch you doing something bad. Very good friends tho if they really like you.

Sagittarius

Always smiling. Can be way to optimistic and forgiving. They know a lot of people. Popular without trying. Every Sagittarius woman I know is naturally gorgeous. The true queens of being carefree. Gorgeous legs and smiles.

Capricorn

Obsessed with their hair or beard. Cares a lot about being seen with the right company. Being respected is everything to them. Sensitive egos. I love their classiness. Really good colleagues because of their work ethic. Usually petite.

Aquarius

Wants to be seen as cold and careless. Usually humanitarian. Very different towards the people they like and people they dont like. Intelligent and able to read people just like Scorpios. They can be very extreme when it comes to their opinions.

Pisces

Feels sorry for themselves A LOT. Gets into drama and then wants someone to rescue them. Have a hard time seeing the bad side of themselves/sees themselves as angels just like Virgos. I find them to be very secretive and have a lot of skeletons in the closet. The women are boycrazy if they are into men. Loves saving people and playing hero. Their eyes are so beautiful that they look unreal.

© 2022 Zeldas Notes

#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astronotes #virgo #astrotidbits #scorpio

[yutahoes]

Polarity

Chapter Ten

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 4.3k words

chapter genre: fluff, smut

chapter warning: language, annoying MC, confusing Yuta, physical assault, lots of kissing, confession part two, badly written smut because the author cannot write smut anymore 🙄, foreplay, breast sucking, oral - female receiving, fingering

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The running tap water feels so cold against your fingertips. The make-up they put on you looked so magical as you stared at your damp face in the bathroom mirror. Why is your lipstick still intact if you already wet your face? And why is the water so cold if this is all just a dream? 

Unconsciously, you pulled the jacket covering your bare shoulders. A reminder that what happened outside the halls is real. But how much of it was real? Did Yuta really confirm his feelings? 

“I don’t want her in danger so I try to push her away but I also want to hold her in my arms and never let go.” 

“I want to kiss her but at the same time, I want to see her face.” 

“...I felt that when I met you.” 

Yuta’s words kept on repeating inside your head. This is all too much. You’re freaking out. 

No. None of this was real. It might be a dream. A fairytale-like dream. Maybe you were thinking so much about his feeling that your head started creating scenarios for your own sanity. Yes. That is probably right. This was all on you. 

You were drying your face with a paper towel when the door opened and in came the hostess of the party. She already looked so beautiful when you first saw her in the store and although something evil is in her smile, you can’t help but gush at how classy she still looks. “You’re Johnny Seo’s date, right?” Oh yeah. You went here as Johnny's date. “From what mafia family are you, Y/N?” 

A confused look was all you can give her but she already apologized while putting on some gloss on her lips. “I thought you were from one. You seemed close with Yuta.” The mention of his name made you wary. You only heard about what Yuta feels about the girl. You don’t know what Kyoko feels about him. And if you remembered clearly, Lexi mentioned a proposal. Are they that serious about each other? “I hope you’re not two-timing them.” 

What? Two-timing? “Yuta is a well-respected man and I understand that little flies…" she glanced at you from the mirror. "would want his attention. I care about him and I don’t want him hurt…” 

“Then why did you choose to marry an old man instead of him?” The sentence came out even before you could think of it. You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from saying more. Why are you meddling in their own business? 

Kyoko stepped forward, smirking. “Shall I tell you something, Y/N?” The smile on her lips is sinister. “I don’t need to choose a person I own. If you think Yuta likes you just because he saved you once, I’ll assure you that Yuta will always choose me.” Not only is her smile that cynical, but her personality is also that. How can she think of that when all Yuta does is love her? 

Maybe you really are a masochist. “You don’t own Yuta. He’s his own person.” Why are you defending Yuta in front of the woman he loved? 

Loved. Because everything that happened earlier is real. Yuta doesn’t love Kyoko anymore. He realized what love is when he met you. And if everything isn’t real, Yuta wouldn’t even know about this. You pulled his jacket closer, your courage lies on the remaining scent on his coat. “And Yuta doesn’t just like me.” You exclaimed, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, “He loves me.”  

Her eyebrow raised, a chuckle escaping her red glossy lips. “You and he don't belong to the same world. How shameless of you to think that he's in love with you? He hasn't moved on from me,” she scoffed. “A guy in a high status as Yuta will never be attracted to a low-life like you.” 

It now made sense. You and Yuta are not the two sides of the coin. You’re from different worlds but not opposite worlds. Like the poles of the magnet. “Polarity.” You claimed as a matter of fact, “Opposite attracts and same poles repel.” That was a stupid statement but it was the only thing making sense in your head. “I honestly don’t care if Yuta chooses you. If he hasn't moved on from you." You must really be a masochist. "But I will always choose Yuta. A thing you didn't do.” 

Her hand went in contact with your hair, roughly tugging the ponytail that made you yelp in pain. For a classy woman, she has such a bad temper and a firm grip. “Yuta is mine.” She exclaimed but you only smiled, hissing through the pain of your hair getting pulled by her. You don't want to hurt her. She's needed for this party. “He only cares about me. He only loves me. He only needs me.” Is she some kind of a crazy woman? “He’s crazy about me.” 

You laughed wholeheartedly. “Yuta is crazy about fighting.” Why are you even taunting her? Maybe you are the crazy one.    

A voice from outside startled you both. Yuta. Calling for your name. Before the restroom door opened, the woman in front of you sat to the ground which startled you. What is she doing? The mafia boss looked puzzled when he came inside as the woman in front of you reached up a hand for him. “Yuta, she just pushed me to the ground.” Wow, you thought, she really is crazy in the head. “She…” 

To your surprise, Yuta just faced you. Face stoic as if angry at something. “What is the number one rule of the Nakamoto group?” 

You knew that. The first sentence you heard from him. A bittersweet first meeting. You gulped before answering. He's mad. "Never hurt a woman." 

From the corner of your eye, you saw how Kyoko smiled in triumph. Yuta smiled, surprising you. “I guess I’ll have to punish you when we get home.” The smile on the other woman’s face was replaced with a look of surprise. You can't blame her. You were feeling the same. Punish you? Yuta held your hand and faced Kyoko, “We’ll excuse ourselves. Thank you for the invitation and the amazing food, Kyoko.” 

She called for his name but he was quick on his steps to leave the same room as the other girl. Kyoko looked pitiful looking at the two of you. She's on the floor. Her dress will go to waste and get ruined. She's the hostess of the party and if someone were to see her seated on the bathroom floor, it would be embarrassing. Yuta should have helped her stand up.

Yes, you are a masochist.

But that is not your problem now for Yuta’s hold on you was so strong that you started to assume that he was still angry. Is he mad because he thinks you hurt Kyoko? You should have just run away when she said that crazy stuff. That’s what you’re good at. Why would you even talk back to her and pretend to be confident when you're not? 

Maybe what she said was true. Even if Yuta likes you, he will always choose her. 

You haven’t seen Johnny in the crowd even if you passed the hall. All the faces were blurry as your eyes started heating up, tears threatening to fall.

In the end, Yuta still confused you.

In the end, Yuta still cares about her.

In the end, Yuta is still in love with her.

Not with you. 

The way to the parking space was quiet, everyone might still be at the party. He opened the backseat of a familiar car, pushed you inside, and closed the door behind him. If you thought your chest might explode earlier, it is worse now. Your heart kept on beating in your chest in nervousness, eyes forming tears. “Yuta, I didn’t hurt her.” You started but were cut off by his lips on yours. 

It was exactly like the first time you kissed: the feel of his soft lips, the smell of his musky scent, and the warmth of his tongue slipping between your lips. The way your heart kept beating crazily in your chest, your body heating up as if you were getting a fever, and your lungs gasping for air reminding you of that first time. It felt like a nostalgic fever dream. 

His strong arms pulled you close, sweeping you off your feet so that you were almost seated on his lap. "I know," Yuta mumbled before kissing you again. It was like the second time you kissed but this time, you weren't drunk on alcohol but the scent of him. Unlike the first one, this was shorter but breathtaking.

You can feel his warmth. You can smell him. You can touch him. Yuta is real.

He isn't just your imagination anymore.

The tears sprung from your eyes and his reaction changed quickly. "What's wrong?" He asked in panic, staring at you with a lot of worry in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?" 

You shook your head, hastily rubbing your eyes. You didn't know why you were crying but everything was just overwhelming you. You've only considered the possibility of Yuta liking you but you don't know how to react now that you confirm his feelings. You don't know him that well to know if he's serious about you. He moved on from his first love, are you sure that he wouldn't move on from you? 

This is scary.

"Y/N," the way he called your name, all throaty and breathless made you gasp. "Say it again." Yuta trailed butterfly kisses on your neck. "Say that you'll choose me." 

Wait. "You heard that?"

A light chuckle can be heard from him. "Everything." Your eyes widened in surprise. You feel so embarrassed now. Yuta heard all the crazy things you said to his first love? "I'm not just crazy about fighting," he started, fingers rhythmically tapping your waist. "I'm crazy about you." This is more breathless than the kiss you shared earlier. "I didn't know when it started but you're all I could ever think about." The same as you. 

He rubbed the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs. "I thought it was a sexual attraction at first. You look so pretty with the nightclub lights. I started wanting you." His words were hushed like a secret he wanted to share. "Then I saw you looking so pale in the amusement park,'' That was when Momo was almost kidnapped, right? It feels so long ago. "I thought I'm going to go crazy. If you didn't live back then, I might have killed myself." 

"Then is it true that you broke down when I woke up?" 

He smiled. A million-dollar smile that is always attractive in your eyes. Happiness indeed looks good on him. "Who told you that? Sophie?" You nodded. "I was relieved that you woke up but I was so scared that I might put you in danger like that again." Yuta was scared? You made the mafia boss scared? This is making your head ache. "I was scared that for you to be safe, I should not see you anymore." His hold on your waist became tighter. "I won't force you to stay with me, I can't promise you that you'll be safe with me. But if you stay, I’ll protect you until my last breath.” 

The danger of being in love with a mafia boss came to you like a wave. He'll be in lots of danger and that means, you will be too.

But this is Yuta.

And you want to be with him. You want to stay with him. "I'll always choose you, Yuta." 

"I love the way you say my name." 

Your eyebrow raised at that. "I always call you by your name." 

He shook his head, chuckling. "The first time you said my name was in the hospital and then the night you were drunk." You did? But you have always been calling him Yuta Nakamoto. He smiled timidly, "Why do you think I can't resist kissing you those two times?" Just because you called his name? Why haven't you realized that? Is this some kind of a fetish? Then Yuta might really be weird. 

A giggle escaped your lips, "Yuta." You called in a teasing manner. "Yu~ta~" You said in a sing-song voice. 

He lightly poked your waist before nuzzling his head on your neck. "Fuck." Yuta cursed in a soft voice, his breath warm against your neck. "I want you so bad." Your eyes widened in surprise. Did you hear him correctly? "You look extra beautiful today. I hate that Johnny was the first person to see you like this." 

Does it bug him that much? But Johnny is the one who brought you here tonight. “Speaking of which, I have to tell Johnny that I’m with you.” 

He pulled you closer, removing his coat to reveal your shoulders and nuzzled his head to the exposed skin. His lips were soft as he placed butterfly kisses along your shoulder blade. “I’m holding you yet you’re talking about another guy.” He kissed the spot between your shoulder and neck, making you moan. “That’s just unfair, Y/N.” 

Yuta stared at you. His brown eyes locked you in his warm gaze. “You’re like a magnet pulling me in. Am I the only one feeling this?” Magnet? He really did hear you earlier.

“No,” You whispered, holding his cheeks before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I also want you.” Then another quick kiss on the lips. “I’m crazy for you.” Another one, except this time it’s longer. “I will always choose you, Yuta.” 

If you thought you were close to each other in the cramped backseat, you’re dead wrong about that. You were surprised that he managed to pull you closer that your bodies were almost melting at each other. He kissed you with more passion, a steamier kiss than the other kisses you shared. His hands rest on your waist and you were the one who moved them to touch you. Your fingers thread in his silky smooth hair, the other hand clawing his shoulder as his lips came in contact with the side of your neck. Your lips whisper moans against his ear. You want him. So bad.

You lightly grind on him but Yuta only pulled you away from him as if you’re in fire. Wait. Does he not like that? Did you do something wrong? He was breathless, lips already looking swollen from all the kissing, and his face was flushed. “We can’t do it here and I can’t wait that long to head home. Can I take you to my apartment?” 

You've never said yes that quickly. Are you even that desperate for him? Instead of Mark who you always see driving a car, another man was driving you on the highway. Yuta's hand just rests on your thigh, his gaze outside the window. Your hands felt sweaty at the possibility that your first time will happen tonight. You should call Sophie and ask her if the intense beating of your heart is normal.

Your phone. You left it in Johnny's car. You have nothing on you right now.  

There's no one to help you now but yourself. 

The huge building startled you. When Yuta mentioned an apartment, you didn't expect it to be in the highest building in the city. You've only seen this luxurious building in magazines and knew that a room here would cost millions. Does this mean Yuta is not just rich but super rich? Should you reconsider the relationship you and he have? "Are you alright?" He asked and you smiled, nodding at him.

You are not alright. You're freaking out. 

You were astonished when you both entered a glass elevator with gold embellishments. It looks so classy. Are the elevators here like this? But your eyes widened seeing him take out a gold card with the building's logo in front and the word 'penthouse' on the bottom. Penthouse? Isn't that the highest room in the building? 

The glass allowed you to see the streets from below. The cars looked so small and the lights shone so bright as the elevator reached the top floor. If you weren't so distracted by Yuta's giggle at your awe-struck exclamations, you might think that you're already reaching the sky at how high you were. A feeling that perfectly describes you now. 

"You can say no if you don't want to do this, Y/N," Yuta claimed as the elevator doors opened and a huge receiving area welcomed you. The smell of lemon and his musky perfume filled the air. "I can wait." 

You can't. You've waited long enough. You're both already here. "I want to do this." 

His lips were soft and warm but his kisses were rough against yours. You giggled when he grunted, complaining at how far the room is from the receiving area. Your eyes feast on the huge bed in the middle of the overly clean bedroom. "This room is bigger than our house." His hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind. "Momo could have her own dollhouse here." 

Yuta kissed your exposed shoulder. "She doesn't know this penthouse exists." His kisses went north. "No one knows." He kissed the side of your neck. "You're the only one I ever brought here." 

Your heartbeat started ringing in your ears and with how close Yuta is, you're sure he can hear you. Is this feeling even normal? Shouldn't this be considered a near-death experience?  Or is it because you are nervous? "Yuta," you called turning around to face him. Your hands held on his shoulders as if grabbing for courage. It's funny how all your courage is dependent on Yuta tonight. "I don't know how this works. You are my first..." You gauge for the right word to use. "...everything. I'm scared and I don't want to disappoint you." 

A smile played on his lips and you only felt your heart stammer much harder. This isn't just nervousness anymore. You like this man. You love seeing him smile while looking at you with a lot of warmth in his eyes.

Like is an understatement.

You love this man. You're in love with Yuta Nakamoto.

"If it helps, I'm also nervous." But he doesn't even look nervous at all. "You are my first and I don't want to disappoint you." 

"You and Kyoko never did it? Even Lexi?"  

"What do you take me for?" But he's an SVIP in the club. It's not impossible that he has some practice. Right? "You're talking too much. Right now, all I want is my name coming out of your lips." Your face started heating up when he placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You're very pretty, Y/N." A gasp escaped your lips. "My Y/N."  

It was a feeling you knew you don't want to stop. Your heart stammered in your chest in the loudest way possible. "My Y/N," He repeated, lips nuzzling on the side of your neck as he traced circles on your back. The spot he kissed felt so hot and you bit your lip to prevent a sound to escape your lips. He licked a spot on your neck before sucking on it which made you moan. "Fuck, I need you." 

His cursing doesn't help for it became the last straw for your insanity. You quickly unbuttoned his black dress shirt, slowly revealing skin that you failed to see clearly before. Your fingers traced the intricate tattoo on his chest down to his abdomen. You've seen him shirtless before, that night when you both had tea in his house, and you remembered marveling at his lean body. Who would have thought that you'll get a chance to touch him? Maybe that's why your fingers are shaking now. 

You were so drunk with Yuta's scent and the warmth of his skin that you didn't even notice his fingers undoing the zipper on the back of your dress. The air felt cold when the fabric fell on the floor but Yuta's eyes on you were so warm that your body formed goosebumps. Your breasts were now in full view since the stylist asked you not to wear any bra with the dress. "You can stop me if you feel uncomfortable." He claimed and you nodded. "God damn, you're very beautiful." 

Yuta gently pushed you to bed, your dress completely forgotten on the floor. His mouth went from your lips south to your neck then to the exposed skin above your breasts. You don't have those huge mounds like Sophie's but you feel like they're pretty decent and Yuta doesn't have any complaints. His lips moved to the right breast as a breathy moan escaped your lips, his other hand playing with the other breast. This is too much for you to handle. His lips is just so good. When he took the hardened nipple in his mouth, playing it with his tongue, you tugged his hair. It didn't stop him though and just kept on licking your nipple, even moving to the other one. 

Fuck. You wanted to curse out loud but the words can't come out your lips, only explicit sounds. Your stomach was churning, your abdomen suddenly feeling full as if you wanted to pee. "Yuta," you called as he started kissing your stomach. "Yuta." You moaned just as liquid started oozing from your core. Is your period starting again? Or is it that good that you wet the bed? But it feels completely different. Satisfying. Pleasurable. 

The mafia boss only chuckled at the mess you made and you hide your face in embarrassment. "Let me do it again," Your eyes widened in surprise. He's going to do what again? Making you wet the bed? Making you pee on yourself? 

Yuta kissed the inside of your thigh before pulling down your wet underwear. Wait, you wanted to revolt, what is he doing? Why is his face so near your... You screamed when his tongue darted out to give your core a lick. God, what is Yuta doing? And why does it feel so good? "You taste so good." You were surprised. But that is disgusting. You just peed and he was licking your wet vagina now? Yet, you can only moan at how amazing it feels. 

For the second time, you came and Yuta sucked all the liquid you just released. Is sex this dirty? Isn't he disgusted that you peed in his face? "God, you are so sexy." He exclaimed while hovering above you. His fingers caressed your inner thigh before reaching your throbbing core. "You're so wet." He whispered, "Can you still go for another round?"

Another round? Another of this amazing experience? You nodded before you could even think of it. "Can you take two fingers?" Two fingers? In your core? You don't know but you wanted to know.

A gasp escaped your lips when he inserted his forefinger. You've never tried touching yourself before and the closer you ever reached with the sexual experience is your wet dreams of Yuta. Wet dreams that are now a reality. You grabbed his arm when he inserted another finger, moving them inside you. This is such a foreign experience. An experience you never thought would happen especially with Yuta.      

A scream of his name resonated in the room when he hit something inside you. Your lungs felt out of breath, eyes only seeing light, as your body shivered on yet another oozing of liquid from your core. Wait, you heard this before. Sophie shared this experience before. Is this the orgasm she had been talking about? 

Your body was still shaking when Yuta pulled out his fingers from inside you. "Are you alright?" And he had the nerve to ask that? After messing you up like this? "Let's get you cleaned up." Yuta stood up then opened one of the cabinets in the room, taking a white towel. Wait. You're already done? But he didn't even remove his pants. 

"Should I do something for you?" From your vision, you can see the huge bulge in the front of his pants. 

Yuta smiled then shook his head. "I'll take care of this." Sophie said that it will be painful for men to have a hard-on. You should at least do something and repay the pleasure he gave you. "What matters is making you feel good so don't worry about it." He wiped your thighs with the towel then kissed the side of your neck just below your jaw. "I think I pushed you too hard." 

He didn't. But you don't have the energy to tell him that. Are you that tired already? "Stay with me tonight?" You nodded and even that felt like a huge task. If you're going to do this again with Yuta, you had to build some stamina.   

Yuta lay down beside you, "I can't believe you will be the last person I'll see tonight and the first person I'll see tomorrow morning."  He wrapped you in his arms, back facing him. "This must be a dream." He whispered against your ear which sent shivers down your spine. "I don't deserve to be this happy." 

You turned your body so that you were now facing him, smiling warmly. You touched his chest, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. A reminder that he isn't just a dream. An assurance that when you wake up in the morning, you will still be in each other's arms. He pulled you close, placing his lips on you before slipping his tongue and sucking your bottom lip. 

Yuta was catching his breath when he let go of the kiss and his soft voice whispered, 

"I love you, Y/N." 

Chapter Eleven

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