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lollixp0p · 2 months
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Pairing: Best friend!Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader
Genre: Smut (MDNI), bit of feelings
Word count: just under 3k!
Warnings: Idol!au, subby!Hyunjin, slightly perv!reader, recording, (maybe a bit dub con because he doesn't mean to send it but reader watches it anyway), mommy kink, masturbation (both but separately), Hyunjin fantasizes about reader, reader fantasizes about Hyunjin, lmk if I missed anything!!
Summary: Hyunjin finally gets some alone time after weeks of hard work and decides to use his time to... relax. The next day he ends up sending you something on accident that sets off a big change in your lives, with or without either of you really realising.
Note: My first ever fic!! :3 Inspired by a video I saw on phub. (@cbini (Ems isn't on Tumblr rn she still wanted to be tagged so I hope it's ok), @comet-falls, @hyunsvngs, @mnwrld and @skz-hell lmao hello everyone, writing blog reveal!!😁 here's this fic I've mention to all of you as an anon<3 (depending on who you are I'm either ❄️anon, 🐾anon or sounding anon😳)). To anyone reading this please give me literally any feedback (comment, reblog, anything!), I want to know if this is good or not since it's my first fic🙏😣
Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!
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It's been exactly three weeks since Hyunjin's had any time for just himself, though it feels like months at this point.
Recently everyone's been running around like headless chickens and between vocal trainings, dance practices and the studio, there hasn't been much time to just relax and recharge. Preparing for a new album really is the busiest time of an idols life.
There hasn't even been time to see family or friends, which is common during busy spells like this, but always dissapointing to think about. Now even more so, with how much he's been wishing to spend time with you, one of his closest friends... who also happens to be his crush. Not that he'd ever let you know though, not in a very long time.
It feels almost like a blessing, getting back to the dorms from practice late in the evening and realising... he's got the place all for himself, at least until his roommates get back from the studio.
Changbin had messaged him earlier, telling him that they'd probably be there well past midnight, so there was no use waiting up for them. To him though, this was the very opposite of an issue. With that much free time, he'd definitely be able to... make himself comfortable, so to speak.
See, not having time to relax also means he'd basically had no time to get off. The best he'd been able to do had been quick little sessions barely once a week in the shower right before passing out on his bed from the exhaustion of working hard.
The realisation that he'd be able to do anything he wants during his time alone is enough to get his dick twitching in his jeans and he decides the shower can wait until later.
Hyunjin goes to his room and locks the door after himself even though he's alone, it's just become a habit after so many years living with his members. He sets his bag down next to his bed and thinks through his plan.
Hyunjin has a little secret, which is that he loves recording himself do dirty things that range from more vanilla to much less vanilla. Something about the thrill of being recorded even if no one will ever see it just... makes him so fucking horny.
He opens the camera of his phone, puts it to video mode and presses record. Moving his hand off the lense and setting it down where he normally sets it, on the carefully placed pile of books on his desk, he sits down on his bed.
"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", Hyunjin sighs with a pout and brushes his hair out of his eyes. He knows the camera won't see it though because he's made sure the stand, his pile of books, is at a level that cuts off his head perfectly.
Hyunjins hands run down his body slowly and he exhales deeply, just loud enough to get picked up by his phone. Once they reach his jeans he unbuttons them, unzips the zipper, then pulls the jeans down just enough to expose his underwear. Hyunjin pulls his shirt up over his stomach to be held in place under his chin, rubs his hand over his bulge and hums.
It's been so long since the last time he's been able to take his time making himself feel good. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's getting hard.
He takes his dick out his boxers and then spits on the palm of his right hand. It's dirty and wet but it just turns him on even more. He grabs his dick with the hand and slowly moves his fist up and down, to spread the saliva and precum all over his dick to make the slide easier and wetter but to also get himself to full hardness.
"A-ah, ohh... that's so good... Feels-fuck, feels so good", Hyunjin sighs. It really won't take him too long to cum, he just knows it. He's been pent up for far too long.
He tries to think of something to help his issue and immediately thinks of you, no matter how embarrassed or dirty it makes him feel.
When you first started showing up in the dirtiest corners of his mind he felt so ashamed. Now it doesn't matter to him anymore. You'll never find out so why feel bad?
He continues to move his hand on his dick while thinking of you. The last time the two of you had time to hang out together you'd worn the lowest cut shirt he'd ever seen on you. He had tried so hard to act normal around you but whenever you bent down he'd been able to see into your shirt.
"Haah, fuck..." , he squeezes himself a little harder at the memory. Everytime you moved he could see your bra poking out from the top, black and lacy. The entire time he'd been doing his best to not bust in his pants. Oh, what he'd give to be able to see your tits. They always looked so soft and they'd probably fit perfectly into his palms.
Whenever the both of you would hang out at yours, watching movies and just hanging out, you never bothered to wear a bra. Why would you? It is your house where you want to be as comfortable as possible.
The feeling of laying down on your couch watching a movie with you on top of him, in just a t-shirt, will end up driving him mad one day. Everytime he'd felt your nipples poking into him he'd almost moaned out loud.
"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!", he lets out pathetically, moving his fist faster. God he just wants you to use him, to do anything you want to him. The thought makes him whine desperately.
One of the most common fantasies for him is you on top of him using him to get off, not caring about if he's close or not. You'd sit on his face and ride it until you cum. He could probably cum untouched like that. All he'd need was tasting you and seeing you cum, just for him.
All the sudden he remembers the phone recording him and he shudders. He imagines what your reaction would be to seeing him like this. Would you be disgusted or delighted? Would you tell him what to do and how to touch himself? Maybe you'd touch him... He hopes you would.
"Mommy... please touch me, aah- oh!", he runs his thumb over the head of his cock just right and his thighs twitch but he keeps them open, in perfect view to the camera.
Throwing his head back he imagines you riding him. You'd be so tight and wet around him. Maybe you'd tie his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be able to touch you... he'd really like that. You'd feel godly around him, Hyunjin thinks.
"Fuck, oh fuck! Mommy I'm-haah, I'm so close, please!", his dick twitches desperately. You're so gorgeous, to him you're the sexiest person he's ever seen. He feels himself getting so close that tears spring to his eyes.
"Ah- 'm gonna... mommy, gonna cum...!", he whines out long and loud. It takes Hyunjin two more strokes to let go and he cums the hardest he's cum in weeks. He doesn't even register whispering your name. Hyunjin leans back on his left hand and keeps stroking himself through it.
The feeling is overwhelming, so much so that his thighs start twitching pathetically and the tears in the corners of his eyes fall. He's getting incredibly overstimulated but he keeps going, wanting to keep enjoying the feeling, just a bit more.
He squeezes himself one last time and suddenly everything on him feels gross and dirty. He's just had the best orgasm in weeks so it's no surprise that he came a lot, everywhere. He even managed to get some on his chin.
"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone. It takes a while for him to come down from the high, the twitchiness and the feeling of euphoria lingering in his body. Once he's capable of standing up again he stops the video.
With his body feeling like jelly, he takes off all his clothes, drops them into his hamper and prepares to shower, at last.
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Hyunjin wakes up to his alarm the next day feeling more refreshed than he's felt in weeks. He shuts off the still ringing alarm and quickly gets up from his bed to get dressed and go eat breakfast.
Checking the calendar on his phone to make sure he knows his schedule for today, he makes a note of one thing; he'd have a lot of time alone at the dorms today too, since he's only got a dance practice and a recording session today, which obviously means 3racha will stay behind to stress about their songs while Hyunjin can return early. Maybe this time he should continue the latest piece of art he's been working on after he gets back?
Hyunjin gets through the day well enough.
After eating breakfast he messages you a "Good morning pretty <3 please remember to drink water!" like every morning when he has time for it. He gets to the practice room only five minutes late, which is a record this early in the morning, because usually he ends up sleeping in at least ten minutes (which makes Chan scold him for being such a heavy sleeper).
He does well at practice, even though he ends up a little exhausted. That's nothing new though, with how hard they always work to be the best they can be.
The rest of the members leave to take a break but Hyunjin decides to stay behind to film the solo choreography he's been working on for fun. Once he's happy with how it's turned out, it's time for him to go record his lines.
The recording session goes smoothly, without hundreds of retakes and everyone's satisfied with the result. Afterwards they decide to order some take-out, as a reward for a job well done... and also because they're all feeling too lazy to even think about going to the dorms to cook.
While eating Hyunjin finally realises to check his phone again. "Good morning, take care of yourself too!! :)" is your response to what he sent earlier. It's nothing more than a kind response but it makes him grin to himself like the fool in love he is.
"Yaaah!! Hyunjinnieee, what's making you smile so beautifully?", Changbin leans towards him with his signature flirting-with-Hyunjin grin, mouth half full of rice.
"It's nothing," Hyunjin responds back to him cheeks red, "and don't talk with your mouth full hyung... Do you not have any respect?"
Changbin decides to drop it in favor of eating more delicious food.
"Oh come on... we wanna know!!", Han pouts at him from his seat on the couch in the room. Hyunjin shoves another mouthful of food in his mouth to avoid the embarrassement of explaining how a single text messaged from you manages to make his heart beat out of his chest.
Once Hyunjin's done eating he's free to go back to the dorms and just like he suspected the rest of his dormmates stay behind to work some more, although they all whine at him to stay to explain the previous mystery. He declines and they all keep their sad puppydog eyes on him until he's out the door.
He keeps texting you during his ride, all the way to the dorms. Once he's in his room Hyunjin decides to just change into some clean clothes. He's too excited to talk to you and get to painting, he can wash up later.
He lays in his bed to keep texting you and at some point your conversation changes from how your day's been going to talking about dancing and he mentions how he just today filmed a new choreography bit he's made for fun.
❣️:
Can I see what you've been working on? :)
I'm sure it's really good, you always are!!
Jinnie:
Well... since you asked so nicely😉
[video sent]
Quickly sending the video Hyunjin exits out the messaging app, feeling so giddy he can't help but squirm around on his bed. He still can't believe someone like you could be interested in seeing him dance.
It might seem like a small thing for most but he feels himself turning red just thinking about the way you look at him while he talks about something so important to him. It makes the butterflies in his stomach every time you're near go crazy. It's so attentive, like you actually care and are interested in his interests... and maybe even...?
'No' , he thinks to himself. There's probably no way you could ever actually be interested in him, not in the same way he's interested in you at least.
He leaves his phone charging and finally gets out of bed to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He'd need it if he wanted to stay up late to work on his newest art piece.
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Hearing the familiar 'ping' notification of receiving a message makes you open your phone again and just like you thought, Hyunjin had sent you the video of his latest masterpiece of a choreography. Not waiting a second you press the video just to see.... Hyunjin take his hand off the camera and set the phone down on the desk in his room he draws on. He sits down on the edge of his bed and says something, you aren't really sure what, because the volume's too low. In confusion you turn it up more.
Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair out his face, probably. You can't see it though, because the camera cuts his face perfectly off frame. Suddenly his hands run down his body to the button on his jeans. He opens it and starts undoing the zipper next. You just look at the video in shock. 'He isn't about to... to take them off is he?', you think to yourself, just as he pulls the jeans down enough to expose his white boxers and then palms his bulge.
Should you stop watching? Keep watching? How long has it even been playing? How long does it keep playing? While you wonder this you almost miss Hyunjin pull his hard dick out of his underwear and spit on his palm and... Oh God...
You've now done something you can never take back. The downright sinful view of his cock is something you don't think you're ever going to be able to forget. How do you even face him after this? After watching him grasp his dick in his hand and pump it a couple of times to spread the spit and precum around.
You exit the video, panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. Your other hand rushes to your face to feel your cheeks. They're burning and feel like you've been standing out in the sun for hours, when in reality all you've done is accidentally watch your best friend play with himself.
You struggle to decide what to do with the video and in the end save the video without much thinking, then delete the message of it and decide to notify him of his mistake. As long as he doesn't know you saved it, it should be fine, right?
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It takes Hyunjin less than 10 minutes to make and get the coffee. He returns to his room humming the tune of a song he's had on repeat recently. Setting the coffee down on the desk and taking his phone off from the charger he notices new messages from you.
❣️:
Uhm...😕
Hyunjin, I don't think you meant to send that.
He looks at his screen confused. What did you mean by that? He...
Oh God.
Did he send the wrong video?
Frantically opening the video he sent earlier he sees himself, in video, move his hand off the phone camera and set it down the desk near his bed and sit down. Oh no...
"Hmm... I hope the angle's good... It's been so long since I've had time for this", video Hyunjin sighs and reaches up to move his hair from his eyes. His head may be out of frame but he clearly remembers pouting while saying this. He watches himself slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, adjusting them so that his boxers are clearly visible in frame. In the video his hand drifts towards his crotch slowly, teasingly.
He quickly exits the video and promptly shoves his head under his pillow and yells. He'd accidentally sent the wrong video while hurrying to get a cup of coffee. How could he have messed up this bad? In his panic, it takes him a moment to respond.
Jinnie:
Oh god
I'm so sorry!!
Please don't watch that!
❣️:
Don't worry!!!
I stopped watching the moment you started unzipping your pants😖
I saw nothing, promise!🙏 It's been deleted already!! 
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Little does he know though, you'd kept the video. You're not really sure why, but subconciously your brain keeps screaming' to finish it later, of course'.
...
Fuck it, you don't think you can wait until later.
Taking a deep breath, you open your gallery to find the video he sent you. You hesitate for a second but press play anyway. You can feel how you're already soaking through your underwear but pay no mind to it yet.
You watch him do the things you've seen already, all the way until he spits in his hand... and you pause the video. 'Is it right to watch this? I mean, he didn't mean to even send it...', you think to yourself.
But the thought of seeing him touch himself, to hear him make the sweetest noises you could ever in your wildest dreams imagine him making drives you on.
Pressing play again you dip your fingers into your pants. You rub yourself over your underwear and oh my god... you can't believe the wetness you feel after less than a minute of watching the video. You focus on the phone you're holding in your other hand and finally move your fingers into your underwear to directly touch your pussy.
On your screen you see Hyunjin start to stroke himself faster, the head of his dick a dark pink, you can feel his desperation through the screen. Without thinking you move your fingers to your clit and start rubbing it in circles, aided by the wetness of your leaking pussy.
He moans out loud and even though you can't hear it through the fog in your head, you know he's desperate. You move your fingers down to your hole and dip two of them in. You're so wet you barely need to even stretch yourself out and then he does it.
"Hngh... Oh my god, please... m-mommy!"
You push your fingers deeper and your pussy lets out he lewdest squelch which in turn makes you close your eyes desperately in pleasure. 'Mommy? When he masturbates he calls out for mommy??', the thought makes you lose your mind. You think about what it would be like if he called you mommy in the throes of pleasure.
You want to make him follow every command you give him. The way he'd look up at you on his knees with you standing above him. Maybe you could make him suck on a strap? He'd look so ridiculously delicious with his mouth full, drool dripping down his cheeks.
You add another finger and start rubbing at your clit with your thumb at the same time. The feeling makes you whimper and imagine his hands on you, teaching him how to touch you perfectly. You're getting so close and you remember to focus your screen again.
Hyunjin looks absolutely disheveled. His dick is red and throbbing, you can tell he's getting close. His voice is another thing that gives him away. He's whiny and his voice keeps cracking every time he opens his mouth. Hyunjin bucks into his hand and moans.
"... mommy, gonna cum...!", he strokes himself twice more and then finally cums. You're so close it's maddening. All the sudden you hear him... whisper your name?
It makes you go off the edge and your entire body clenches and seizes while you silently cry out from all the pleasure you're feeling. Your walls suck in your fingers with how you're clenching around them. On the screen Hyunjin twitches violently, working himself through the end of his orgasm.
You pull your fingers out of yourself and slump down on your bed exhausted, but the last 20 seconds of the video that's now over haunts you. Did you hear him right?
You gather strength to pick up your phone again and rewind the video to the part where he cums and turn the volume almost all the way up. Admittedly you end up fixating on the way his dick looks and face twists in pleasure when he cums and then he says, or more like whisper your name. Your brain blanks.
"Fuuck... Did you-haah... did you enjoy that?", he chuckles to the phone, sits in place for a bit to properly come down and then gets up to stop the video.
You're wet, confused and you can feel your heart beat out of your chest. What do you do now? How can you ever face him normally after that... Does he feel the same way you do? Is he sure he didn't mean to send it?
It's all too much to think about, so you decide that instead of thinking about it you'll clean yourself up and... crawl into a hole where no one will ever find you. Probably. The only thing you know for sure is you definitely won't be sleeping tonight.
© lollixp0p 2024 | please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works
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meowzfordayz · 6 months
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when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu
Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰
when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu
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Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader
Word Count: ~1,400
CW: alcohol, explicit language
Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”
~faqs~
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“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”
*big sigh* 🥲
Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward
Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃 
“I’ll bite you!” 😤
Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴
The man is a wall 🧱
“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”
You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”
“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨
Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒
“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄
“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”
“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌
“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely
“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖
“Well how about you call him?”
Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket
“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”
Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info
—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you
—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉
“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭
“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”
“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”
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“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨
Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗
The hell is this guy on? 🧐
“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully 
“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”
“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥
Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff
“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌
*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝
Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions
Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅
(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)
“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”
“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺
“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱
Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰
“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴
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Send help pls and ty 🙃
This man is at his wit’s end
On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕
On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒
And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because 
“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐
“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠
Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way
“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”
“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️
Sanemi is very pink rn 😃
He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠
“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”
“And what?” he asks dryly
You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭
He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides
“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice
“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement
“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔
“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”
Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓
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Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name
Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓
Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next
And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬
Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃
Shit
“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat
“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒
The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃
For Giyuu, that is 😭
“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”
“As in, go home with you?” 🤨
“Uh…” yes 😞
“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄
Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall 😵
Repeatedly 😵
Internally, ofc 💀
“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲
Damn it 🫠
“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”
He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰
All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐
“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕
I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨
Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall
+screaming every time he makes contact
Internally, ofc
“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺
“How about this,”  you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”
Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎
🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn
“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳
You blink
He holds his breath
“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”
Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details
He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit
“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead
You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌
“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️
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reiderwriter · 7 months
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can i request a fic of pining spencer reid and bau!reader who are brushing up on some hand to hand combat and reader is really invested on winning finally pins spencer down and reader is straddling spencer and they are both like 😳😳
the rest of the bau and other fbi agents are on the side making varies bets about who wins maybe too? (eg that miss congeniality scene)
A/N: Thank you for the request and omg thank you so much for this one specifically - I loved this idea. I had to make Spencer competitive too, because 😊 I wanted to.
Word count: 1.8k words
Warnings: none! Just fluff, however if anyone wanted to send a follow up request wanting a part two where there is some smut I'd be 100% okay with that... Just if you wanted to.
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When Morgan told you that, after an unfortunate shoulder injury you received on the job, you’d have to take another training course to prove that you were up to being back in the field, you almost resigned on the spot. Passing the first time hadn’t been the easiest feat for you, and while you were confident in your skills in the field, you knew that you were, to put it kindly, athletically challenged. 
“There’s no way to get out of it? No exceptions they can make to allow me into the field?” You asked, desperate to avoid Morgan putting you through the ringer. 
“I’m sorry, sweet cheeks, but they’re worried about your ability to perform under pressure, so I gotta push you today, okay? You’re not alone, at least.” 
“I’m not?” you gave the man a questioning look as you followed him to the changing rooms reluctantly. 
“Nah, they pulled up Reid and Garcia as well, you’ll all be doing the work together today.” 
“What that’s ridiculous! Penelope isn’t even in the field and Reid has never passed one of these things.” You throw your bag down on a bench, and look ahead of you into the equipment room, and sure enough, there they are, looks of equal dissatisfaction spread across their faces. 
“You’re preaching to the choir here, sweet cheeks. You’re in good hands though, I’m not going to push you too hard today.” Somehow you didn’t believe that. 
–X–
An hour later you were flat on your back, panting harder than you had in months, dripping with sweat and feeling an ache in your bones that you hadn’t felt ever. Next to you on the ground, you could hear your fellow torturee’s moaning in pain, presumably doing their best to stay conscious. 
“You know, chocolate thunder, I love you, I really do, but you make it very, very hard sometimes,” Penelope squeaked out as the other man chuckled from above you. “God I’m not even asthmatic but I think I need an inhaler.” 
You chuckled at that and pushed yourself up to a seated position. 
“I think I am asthmatic.” Reid said form his position on your other side. You stole a glance at him quickly before blushing and looking away. You didn’t have a crush on him, or at least that was what you were telling yourself, but you did have a keen appreciation for how he looked in his button down shirts and FBI vests. His hair was shorter now than when you first met, and the longer parts stuck to his face with sweat. You were lucky that the strength had been all but zapped from your body because given the chance, you’d be pushing his hair out of his face for him and get lost in his eyes. 
“Come on, guys. You finished cardio, you finished weights, all you got left is some simple self defense drills. Think you can handle that?” Morgan laughed from above you. 
“No! I haven’t been able to handle any of this, what makes you think I can do more?” Reid moaned out on the floor next to you. You stood up, reluctantly, holding out a hand out to the man and helping to pull him to his feet. 
You underestimate the help he needed to get up, though and he has to catch you in his arms as soon as he’s up, as you stumble into him, legs too weak. You blush as the two of you stay uncomfortably close for a few seconds, only pulling apart when Morgan lets out a sharp cough. You jump back from each other then, and pray to god that no one else in the room saw the puppy dog eyes you were unintentionally shooting up at him. 
“Okay, so there’s three of you, so I’ll join in for these sparring drills. Any volunteers?” 
“To tangle my limbs with yours all hot and sweaty on the floor? Sweetie, I thought you’d never ask.” You hadn’t seen Penelope move so fast all day, though you knew she was only half joking. 
“Okay, so Y/L/N, Reid, you head over to that mat over there. You’re going to start a hand-to-hand combat simulation, whoever pins the other down first wins. We’ll do best of three, okay?” 
Reluctantly, you made your way to the mat he indicated to, knowing that you weren’t going to have as much fun as Penelope any time soon. 
“You’re going to start in a common self-defense scenario. Reid, you’re going to be the assailant, you’re going to come up on Y/L/N from behind, okay?” You nodded at Morgan’s words and turned yourself away from Reid, feeling his presence at your back already. 
“Is this really necessary?” He questioned from behind you, and you could practically feel Morgan’s answering look on your back. Finally, he rested a light hand on your shoulder, and your session started. 
You grabbed the hand on your shoulder and twisted it, and yourself, behind his back, gaining the upper hand quickly. 
“Y/N, come on. Take it easy, I’m exhausted. Just let me pin you and we can call it a day.” Reid said from in front of you and your ears burnt at his suggestion. 
“Wait, why would I let you pin me? I have the upper hand right now.” He huffed out a breath and twisted his body underneath your arm, catching you off-guard as he swept your legs from underneath you. Before you could fall all the way down, though, he grabbed you around your waist and held you in what you assumed looked like a ballroom dancing dip. 
“You were saying?” You desperately wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off of his lips. “Actually, I have a few years more experience in the field than you, and I was probably beaten up a lot more in high school, so I wouldn’t be too upset about losing to me, okay?” 
You returned his smile sarcastically for a second, before lifting and swinging the heel of your foot into his knee, forcing him to hit the mat as you scrambled out of his grip and repositioned yourself behind him, pulling him arm behind his back a second time in an attempt to subdue him. 
“If you have so much experience getting your ass kicked, Spence, why don’t you just let me do it?” You enjoyed feeding his words back to him as he moaned out a little. 
“Because something tells me you’d enjoy it a little too much.” He somehow slips from your grip again, swiping your legs out from underneath you and climbing over you. The two of you struggle for a few seconds on the floor, but he has your legs pinned with his own, and he forces your hands above your head. Your heads are even with one another, and you’re both breathing heavily now. 
You decide to take another approach to get out of his hold this time. Rolling your hips up into his slightly, you let your eyes rake over his body above you. 
“You sure you’re not enjoying this just as much, Reid?” you shoot him an innocent enough smile, but you can see the flush staining his skin, and he loosens his hold on you just enough to allow you to wrap your legs around his waist and use your bosy weight as leverage to flip your positions. 
Now he’s on his back below you and you sit up in triumph, straddling his lap. His arms fight to get yours pinned to your side but you give back just as much as he is, and you can feel the crowd forming around you. He decides to fight dirty as well. 
“Thought you’d enjoy being under me more than you’d like being on top. I was being a gentleman,” he huffs out and manages to flip you over once more, pushing up and wrapping his legs up over your knees and forcing you onto your back. Your legs are now spread wide for him, his crotch pushed against yours, his arms gripping yours and pushing them firmly into the mat. You struggle a few more times but you know this is it. He’s got you. 
“What? Not even going to let my hands go to let me tap out?” you huff out, blowing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. He pins both of your hands with one of his and gently tucks the hair behind your ear for you as you burn up under his touch, suddenly at a loss for words. 
“What, and let you try to tackle me again? Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you go.” 
“Y/L/N, Reid, if you’re finished over there, you can grab a drink and start over. I did say this was going to be best of three.” Both of you suddenly snap your eyes up to Morgan, who has one raised eyebrow pointed at you. You realise that you’ve also drawn the attention of the other gym-goers and scramble away from each other to the sound of chuckles and wolf whistles. 
“Shit,” you run a hand through your hair and get in position to go again, this time swapping with Reid so you take the position of the unsub. 
From a distance, you don’t realise that Penelope and Morgan have completely given up on their own drills. 
“Twenty bucks says Reid gives in and kisses her first,” she whispers to her companion. 
“The kid? No way, he’s being too cocky for that. I reckon Y/N will do it to try and distract him first.” 
“I’ll take that bet,” Garcia says, and they settle back into watching the two of you, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re both enjoying sparring a little bit more than you normally would be. 
“When do you think I should tell them that they never needed to do this training session in the first place?” 
“Derek Morgan, if you are admitting right now that you made me walk through hell and back just so you could force these two beautiful idiots whom I love to recognise their feelings for each other then I am going to murder you and then bring you back to life so I can kiss you for being so smart.” 
“So I shouldn’t tell them?” 
“Take it to the grave, baby.” 
They turned their attention back to you, suddenly way more invested in how this was going to turn out.
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luvyeni · 23 days
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p. pervbestfriend!han jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: pure filth, plusy fucking ( poor bear ), panty sniffing, mentions of fleshlight, jisung jerking off to the sound of your voice | words: 0.6k ~ (630) ㆍ₊⊹
request: please do a perv han jisung , your perv series are so good !!
authors note. i hope you like this 🩷!!... it's something😳 i hope it's not too much...
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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He was gross , he knew it— this was on of your favorite plushies; the one he bought you for your birthday when you were kids, he was sure you’d forgotten about it, he’s bought you so many; surely you would miss this.
But as he stared at the plushy in his hand he thought about your voice earlier on the phone— the way you whined about the missing stuffed bear, claiming you must’ve accident thrown it away, he could hear your voice shaking like you were about to cry; he couldn’t help but palm his hard cock over his sweats, biting his lip as you complained.
After he hung up he pulled out the stuff bear— the poor bear had suffered so much since he took it almost a month ago from your house. The first night he spent an hour rutting his hard cock like a dog in head against the toy a pair of your dirty panties he also took, pressed against his nose as he forced himself to cum over and over soiling the bear with his sticky cum, he did this over and over until he couldn’t do it anymore, the outside was too messy— but that didn’t stop him.
The next time he found himself using the bear is after he came across a video on twitter— of a guys cutting open the middle of plushy, then it cut to him fucking his cock into plushy— that made a lightbulb appear over the boy head, and he soon found himself doing the same, fucking the freshly bear, a photo of you in his hand , the feeling of the stuffed toy had his eyes rolling back drooling, wishing it was you he was emptying his 3rd load of sticky cum into, and not this stupid bear.
And then there’s now, the bear is all worn down, covered in stains that even the washer couldn’t fix, but still it was yours, a pocket pussy that he recently stuffed into hole, giving it a whole new feeling, bouncing it on his cock as you tell him about the recent loss of the favorite panties and how you feel like you’re going crazy because all your favorite things are going missing; first the bear, then your favorite black panties— now it’s your favorite red ones; you could’ve sworn you left in your hamper. “I feel like im losing it sungie.”
He wanted to whimper at the nickname, but he bit his lip, letting you vent, more focused on fucking up into the toy, the pocket pussy filled with his cum, coating his cock as he fucked himself dumb to the sound of your voice wishing it was you. He was gonna cum again, he felt it. “fuck!” he cursed spilling into the toy, pulling out to soil the outside once again. “you okay jisung.”
He hummed coming down from his high. “im okay.” He said, his chest glistening with sweat abdomen covered in his sticky substance. “but I have to go, I hope you find your things.” You hummed back, wishing a good bye before you hung up, tossing his phone to the side, picking up the dirty red panties to his nose, getting hard once again. “sh-shit.”
Maybe he’d return the panties and by you a new bear, saying you must’ve left them at his place when you spent the night— and claiming the bear was just a random gift, cause of course he couldn’t give you this one back, this one was his now, the scent of you long gone, but it still reminded him of you.
His poor dumb best friend, who he loved so much and dreamt of filling to brim with his cum, much like your stuffed toy he bought you when you were kids.
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Loving your fanfics hun
Just wanna know, will you make someday a Boss Miguel x Maid Reader? Could be awesome 👀😳
settling a debt
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pairing: boss miguel o’hara x maid fem reader
contents: drug abuse (not from miguel or reader), elements of neglect, use of gun, and oral (f receiving)
author’s note: sorry this took me so long, i hope you enjoy it though :)
word count: 4.9K
While most of the girls around you grew up being the apple of their father's eye and getting spoiled beyond belief, you'd grown up in a small home in the suburbs with a drug-abusing father. Your father had been the son of a successful tech company CEO, but instead of using the money that his father had left behind to reinvest in the company, he spent it all on fueling his addiction. So while most girls around you grew up wearing the latest clothes from the mall and prancing around with every toy that showed up on the sunday night cartoon ads, you were stuck having to go to the thrift for your clothes and using a barbie doll you found at the park one night.
Despite everything that happened, you never did notice a difference enough to resent your father. Even when you managed to get a job at a shitty burger place on the outskirts of town when you were 16, the wage just enough for you to cover a majority of the bills. You tried to save up some money, just enough to cover the application fee for a couple colleges, finding it all missing just after you'd collected a bit over 400. You wanted to be pissed off at your father, especially when you saw the tossed up baggies that lingered in his room, but you couldn't deny yourself that you just longed to feel for his love and affection. You continued to let these little things slide, hoping that your father would grow to like and maybe even love having you around.
You were coming back home from work, a feeling of impending doom following you as you stepped in through the door. You found it a bit odd that the door was open but you decided not to question what your father did in his drug-induced states anymore. The aura in the room completely changed when you stepped into the house, a strong arm gripping yours and pinning you against the wall. "What the hell?" You called out, wanting some kind of answer as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. You saw your father kneeling down on the kitchen floor, a gun barrel stuck in his mouth with glossy eyes. Maybe if you would've looked a little closer while you were walking home, you would've noticed that the front door was almost ripped off the hinges.
Your attention was ripped away from your father's vulnerable state to the giant of a man stepping out of your father's bedroom, crouching his head down so he could pass through the door. You could tell that the suit he had on cost a fortune, the material perfectly tailored to fit him. The man bit into an apple calmly as he stepped closer to you, his footsteps echoing throughout the silent home. The juice from the apple dribbled down his chin before he wiped it with the back of his hand, kneeling down at your level. The aura of authority followed him everywhere that he went, the men that were holding your father staring at the man in front of you as they waited for some kind of instruction.
The expensive cologne he was wearing practically overwhelmed your senses after being used solely to the scents of burning cigarettes and the alcohol that lingered on your father's mouth every time he opened it. "How much do you know about the money your father owes me?" He asked you, bringing his thumb underneath your chin so you'd look up at him. His ruby red eyes practically glistened in the moon night the way that gems would, his brows furrowing as he waited for an answer. "I don't know what money you're talking about," you answered honestly, hoping that he would be satisfied and leave . "Bullshit!" You heard someone boom behind you, the voice coming from the man holding your dad's arms.
"Quiet. I'm the one deciding what's bullshit and what's not," the man in front of you spoke up, the room falling back into his control as the seconds passed, every movement apart from his ceased. He took a couple minutes to look at your face, carefully assessing your features as if he were a human lie detector. He seemed satisfied with what he found, given that he stood up and dusted his suit off before walking to where your father was being held. "What's this about? Twenty dollars?" You asked, trying to access the situation better before a sharp laugh interrupted you. "You think I'd be making this much of a mess for twenty bucks?" The man that was in front of you earlier retorted, throwing the apple's stem in the garbage bin before kneeling in front of your father.
"Tell her how much money you owe me," the sharp command surprised your father, the man standing above him taking the gun out of his mouth. Your father stayed silent for a couple minutes, the gun getting slapped against the side of his head after a few seconds of defiant silence. Your father looked over at you, his eyes silently pleading before he spoke up once more. "I owe him twenty grand," his answer completely surprised you, no evidence that your father was ever in possession of such money showing itself before. "Something about wanting an investment for his start up company. Though I'm sure you're not surprised that he blew all the money on cocaine," the man bending down in front of your father added, a gun coming out of his pocket as he pointed it at your father.
"Wait, wait! I have something else that you can have!" Your father announced frantically, a puddle building underneath him as he spoke. The man immediately stood up, putting some distance with your father as he stared him down in disgust. "What possibly could you have to offer me apart from the fucking shithole you live in?" The question resulted in scattered chuckles from the rest of the henchmen, your knees buckling as you watched the situation unfold. "You can have my daughter! She's even a virgin, please!" Your fathers pleads ignited a feeling of fear in you, a feeling of betrayal brewing below that. The man let out a small scoff before he turned to look at you, walking closer once more.
He held your chin in his hand as he looked at your eyes, almost like he wanted to assess something within you. "I'm not looking for a wife, But what I am looking for is someone to provide for my home services," the man spoke to you more than anything, despite the fact that it boomed across every surface it had access to. "So what you're saying is that if I go work for you, the debt my father has will slowly start to pay itself off?" Your voice came out shaky as you asked, barely able to keep eye contact with him as he stood over you. "She'll do it!" Your father announced, another smack to the head a few seconds later. "I want to hear what your answer will be. I won't kill you, just your father if you don't agree to my terms."
Silence followed as you thought about what he was telling you, making it seem like you were giving away what you knew just so you would go and work for him. "I'll do it," you responded quietly, the man in front of you helping you up to your feet. Your steps staggered slightly as he led you out of the house, henchmen following after the two of you. Before the two of you had a chance to reach the car door, it was already being opened by one of the henchmen. "It won't be so bad. You'll find that I'm a very reasonable boss," the man next to you spoke as the engine started, giving you a rundown of the things that you would be responsible for as his new maid. "I think you'll find that it's actually a pleasure to work for me. I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Miguel, by the way."
The next day, you were rudely woken up by one of the henchmen shaking you awake. They refused to tell you where they were heading, pulling up in front of a mall a couple minutes later. "Boss gave you a three hundred dollar budget to buy yourself some work clothes," the henchman told you as the two of you walked into the mall, your eyes practically widening at the prospect of having that much money to spend on clothes. You typically didn't buy clothes unless your old sets were breaking down to the hem, usually not spending more than twenty dollars at the thrift every time it happened. "Isn't that a bit counter productive? To spend money on someone that owes him," you inquired, the henchman letting out a small scoff in response as they shook their head. "Three hundred's pocket change to the boss. Best not to question his actions, though."
You quickly realized that you had to be smart with the money assigned to you, realizing just how expensive a pair of jeans could get. You ended up walking around the mall for a bit before stumbling inside of an Old Navy, immediately drawn to the offers that were available and the convenient prices. You ended up getting a couple pairs of jeans, just enough to last you through the week and a couple blouses. Your total came out around 280, allowing for you to get one of those mall pretzels you'd heard so much about. "Do you want one?" You offered to the henchman, receiving a head shake in return. You shrugged and bought yourself the cup of pretzel pieces and a soda before leaving the mall.
You were aware of what the other maids in the house thought about Miguel, overhearing most of their conversations about how they had a desire for him to come and bend them over. But, you didn't really understand what the attraction was all about. Sure, he wasn't too bad to look at but his threatening aura completely erased every good quality that he had. You couldn't help but want to avoid making too much contact whenever you were around him, a complete contrast to the other maids who would do anything just to be in his space for a couple seconds. You were out in the basement, dusting off some art pieces before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
"I can't help but think that you're avoiding me every chance that you get. Do you want to tell me why that is?" You heard Miguel's voice behind you, every syllable that he spoke melting like honey against your ears. "I'm not avoiding you," you tried to defend yourself but you could tell just by the way that Miguel looked at you that he didn't buy it. "I appreciate what you did for my father, allowing me to exchange my services for his life. But I miss having him around," you spoke up quietly, hoping that it would be enough for the night. "I know you're not exactly happy with the arrangement and I'm sorry about that. Your father and I actually used to be friends once," he told you after a while, your grip on the duster loosening slightly as he did. "What happened?"
"Your father is anything but an honorable man. He took advantage of the business that he and my father used to have together to get me to 'invest' money in him. All he cares about is when his next fix is, but if you want to continue to see things through your rose colored glasses, be my guest. There's a cord phone in my office that you can use," Miguel explained, stepping back to give you space to move. You excused yourself and headed up to his office, hesitating for a second once you approached the phone. Your fingers hovered above the keypad before eventually you typed out the number from memory, the line ringing expectantly. You weren't sure what you were expecting to get out his phone call, maybe some kind of reassurance that your father was working to get you out? An opportunity to hear how much he missed having you around?
"Hello?" The response came out groggy, his voice sounding slightly disoriented as he spoke. "Dad, it's me. How are you?" You spoke after a couple seconds, giving yourself some time to get over the initial shock that he'd even bothered to pick up. "Oh it's you. I thought it was my plug," he muttered in response, annoyance seeping through the line. "I thought you'd be happier to hear from me. Are you doing okay?" You tried to keep your optimism as you spoke, hoping that he would admit that he at the very least acknowledged how much help you were around the house. "I don't want to hear from you anymore, you're no longer my responsibility. Go ahead and grow accustomed to living without me. In a way, I'm glad that he took you away."
A small beep came as you tried to digest the information you'd been given, the phone dropping from your hands. You'd envisioned this conversation for what seemed to be a million times, drafting out what you say to your father and what you wanted him to reply to you, but now that you were on the other line, you were at a loss for words. You picked up the phone, putting it down where it belonged before stepping out of Miguel's office. You weren't expecting to find him leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as he looked down at you. "Sorry you had to listen to that," you muttered, rubbing your neck and shifting your feet uncomfortably. "You don't need to apologize. I know that you're here against your will but if you ever need to talk about something and I'm available, feel free to come to me."
You weren't planning on taking Miguel up on his offer originally, but you found that he was pretty good at listening to whatever you had to tell him. He didn't offer his thoughts unless you asked, solely offering you the comfort of understanding and listening. "You were always too good for your father, I hope you know that. And if college is something you want to pursue, I'll see if i can help you out with that," he offered after you told him what happened with the money you'd been saving up, your eyes widening slightly. "If you keep doing these acts, I'm never going to repay the debt," you joked around, a bit of truth underneath your words. "You are a separate person from the debt that your father has towards me. I think you're more than the circumstance that you're in and I want to help you out any chance I get."
"Well I don't want you to necessarily pity me," you told him, sitting down on the leather couch he'd placed in his office. He let out a dry chuckle, sitting down next to you as he placed his hand on your thigh. You weren't expecting for his touch to ignite you, the sole touch sending waves of electricity running down your body. "Nobody said anything about pitying you. I just think you have potential to be something more than just the daughter of a pathetic drug addict," his words came out harsher than you'd expected them to, the resentment that he held towards your father showing with every word that he uttered. Despite the fact, you found some kind of comfort in the way that he spoke about you.
You leaned in instinctively, looking up into his eyes for any kind of hesitation from his part. You weren't sure what it was that made you want to kiss him, whether it was the belief that he seemed to hold out for you or whether it was the fact that you'd been thinking about how his lips would taste against yours despite the fact you tried to convince yourself otherwise. After seeing no reluctance from his part, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. His lips were inviting, a pathway to pure sin with every taste that you took. Your eyes fluttered shut as he took control of the kiss, his hand coming up to your cheek as his tongue danced with yours in a painfully slow tango. You felt like you couldn't get enough of how good he tasted, the sudden realization of the power dynamic dawning on you like a bucket of ice cold water poured over you.
You pulled away from him, flustered and awe struck as you saw his eyes flicker towards your mouth as you did. Almost like he'd been wanting for that to happen too. "I'm sorry, That won't happen again boss," you whispered, feeling the full extent of your actions as you stood up. You scurried away from his office before he had the chance to say anything else to you, unable to look him properly in the eye after. You heard a small "wait!" a couple seconds later, your feet carrying you to the opposite direction as fast as they possibly could. You knew that he could catch up to you if he really wanted to, but he didn't make any effort to do so.  "Fuck fuck fuck," you muttered to yourself as a mantra once you got inside your room, wishing that you could reverse everything that'd happened.
You were embarrassed by the way that you'd jumped to him for comfort the first opportunity that you'd gotten. It was past midnight, your body shifting on the bed back and forth as you tried to fall asleep. Your mind felt like it was running at a hundred miles for minute, the embarrassment of the moment repeating in your brain over and over again. You gave up on your quest of trying to fall asleep, laying down on your back as you looked up at the ceiling. You were hoping that the white noise combined with the blank slate that you were looking at would make sleep come by faster, but your brain wouldn't allow for you to live down what happened. You eventually did end up falling asleep, though the kiss between you and him followed you into your dream state.
You distanced yourself from Miguel once more as the following days passed, though he wasn't around the house too often either way. You felt an odd sense of concern towards him when he came in at around twelve in the morning, wondering if he'd had a chance to eat all day or if he had the chance to relax. You eventually managed to push those thoughts of your head and focus on the main task at hand, preparing the house for the party that he was hosting tonight. The rest of the maids were cleaning up the house, leaving you to decorating duty since you were the youngest one there. Plus, you figured that they had a tight bond from working here for so long and preferred to work amongst themselves.
The party arrived much earlier than expected, the job of decorating the house proving to be much more difficult than you’d originally thought. You'd had trouble putting up a couple banners and streamers, receiving help from one of the older maids to get it done. The house was adorned in a lovely shade of gold and white, the party being an excuse for some of Nueva York's most prominent businessmen to get the opportunity to market and expand. You'd gone to your room to get changed into a modest dress for the evening per Miguel's request to the help, finding a box on your bed once you arrived. You opened up the contents of the box, a stunning floor length gold dress inside with a pair of heels that sparkled when the light hit them just right. You hated to admit it to yourself since you didn't weren't exactly a materialistic person, but the dress fit you like a glove and looked like it was meant just for you.
"I’m glad you decided to wear my dress," you heard behind you when you stepped into the living room, spotting Miguel standing there in a black suit. The material fit around his body like it was custom made, every stitch seeming to be designed with his figure in mind. "Would've been a shame not to," you responded, hoping that you wouldn't sound as flustered as you sounded to yourself. You hadn't spoken to him since the kiss in his office and now that you were looking at him in the eye, the events from the night unfolded in your mind once more. He was about to say something else before someone else pulled him away, someone you recognized from nueva york's magazines as Peter B. Parker. Miguel didn't seem too hesitant to talk to him so you walked away, giving them the space that they needed and went to go tend to some of the guests who needed a drink refill.
You walked into the library while the rest of the maids were down in the living room attending to the guests, figuring that your presence wouldn't be missed. Your fingers ran through the shelves as you read through some of the cover pages, the covers all mesmerizing in their own way. You picked up a worn-down copy of '1984' by George Orwell, the spine of the book full of ridges and some of the pages bent in a dog-ear motion. Opening the book to a random, you were immediately greeted by Miguel's handwriting on the side as he wrote his thoughts on the page. You couldn't help but read the small tidbits that he wrote, an insightful summary of what the page had offered and a small overview of what his perspective seemed to be.
You figured he wouldn't mind that you were in here since he rarely spent time at his own home, sitting down on one of the couches he had set up near a fireplace. You opened the book back up to the first page, eyes skimming through the page as you consumed the words. You weren't sure how much time had passed by since you were in here, your only indication being the sound of a door openings. You heard footsteps shuffling around as they made their way through the library, your head snapping up to check up on who it was that came up but you were met with nothing. You shrugged to yourself, picking up the book once more and started reading where you left off.
Your eyes wandered down from the book down to where your boss was sitting, on his knees in front of you. You thought it was a bit ironic, a man with so much power being on his knees as you sat down on a chair, the scene almost making it seem like he was bowing down to you. A small shiver ran down your spine when his cold rings made contact with your skin, his hands gently moving up your legs. "Read that book to me, hermosa. I forgot how it goes," he whispered just low enough for you to hear, his face resting on your thigh. Your legs spread instinctively, a small chuckle eliciting from his throat as he kissed his way up your thigh. The cold rings that moved up and down your other leg proved to be the perfect contrast to his warm mouth, your legs already buckling from excitement.
He placed your legs on his shoulder, the heel you were wearing slightly grazing against his coat jacket. "Come on sweetheart, I asked you to read for me so do it," he cooed, gently moving his hand up and down your leg as he got closer to your clothed cunt. You felt your breathing hitch in your throat, unable to get out anything other than small whimpers as he licked a stripe against your folds. "By the time I'm done taking your panties off, I want you reading that book out loud. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, your head nodding in agreement as he hooked one of his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He slid them down at a painfully slow pace, giving you enough time to get your breathing back under control.
He disliked all women, and specially the young and pretty ones. It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party.
You managed to get those two sentences out before your nails dug into Miguel's scalp, pushing your pelvis against his face to receive more of what he had to give you. The tongue that was running up and down your folds stopped, his eyes flickering up to yours as he gestured with his head towards the book. You let out a small huff, annoyed at how he seemed to think you could get through even just the page with his head in between your thighs. You kept reciting lines from the book to the best of your ability, your voice sounding foreign even to yourself. You sounded breathless with every word you uttered, too overtaken by bliss to even want to continue reading the book but you couldn't run the risk of having Miguel stop now.
You stopped reading for a couple seconds, his tongue flicking inside of you in precise motions as he thrusted in and out of you. "Start that page over again for me, since you can't seem to read it properly without stuttering over your own words," he spoke up, his tongue going back to its relentless rhythm. You resisted the urge to groan as he asked you to start over, already having difficulty reading through it the first time. His fingers replaced his tongue, his pointer and middle finger flicking upwards expertly to find that spongy spot inside of you. Your heels dug into his back as he continued to finger you, his tongue swirling around your clit to stimulate the bud.
"Please, I can't keep reading this," you pleaded with him, setting the book down as you found yourself growing annoyed with every orgasm he denied. He'd had his head in between your legs for what seemed to be hours now, delaying it each time after claiming that you weren't reading well enough to earn the privilege to cum. "Alright, set it down. I'll expect for you to read it some other time," he responded, his mouth enclosing around your clit after he finished speaking. You heard some voices outside of the library, only managing to make out the syllables of Miguel's name. Your eyes widened when you felt the footsteps getting closer, looking down at Miguel in a panic. "Guess you'll have to be quiet, linda. That won't be a problem for you, will it?"
You shook your head, your palm resting against your mouth as you tried to quiet down the moans he elicited from you. The only sounds that couldn't be muffled were the sounds of Miguel slurping on your pussy, enjoying every drop of your essence like a starved man. Your fingers tightened their grip around his curls, your orgasm approaching you quickly with every flick of his tongue that he took. You looked at him, eyes watering a bit at the prospect of having another orgasm ripped out away from you. "Don't look at me like that. You can cum this time," he murmured, your stomach clenching up as you felt the knot inside of you tighten up with every second that passed. He kept the same rhythm, your release coating his tongue and mouth instantly.
He pulled away from you, grabbing your panties from the side and sliding them back on with care. His mouth glistened against the pale lights in the library, his tongue running against his lips to clean himself. "What about you?" You asked him, a prominent bulge almost threatening to burst out of his pants as he stood up. He shook his head, grabbing the book you'd placed to the side before putting it on the shelves once more. "Don't worry about me. This was about you," he responded, his hand coming to the small of your back as he guided you out of the library. You were surprised when he led you to his bedroom instead of yours, the space much bigger than what it seemed to be on the outside. "If you ever want to go to the library again, don't hesitate to do so. I have a bunch of books in there and it'll do some good for someone to read them for once," he murmured as he helped you get out of the dress you were in.
Only the sound of your breathing combined with Miguel’s could be heard as you laid on his chest, his hand tracing small circles on your shoulder as your eyes started to grow heavy every second that you kept them open. “What you said about our kisses never happening again, I hope you didn’t mean it,” he spoke softly, his movements halting for a second. You felt yourself growing flustered, simply kissing his cheek in response. "Wake me up in a couple minutes. Just need to get a bit of sleep," you murmured, looking up at him as he nodded.
You found comfort in how warm his body was against yours, your head burrowed deep into his chest as you made yourself comfortable. Despite the affirmation that he gave you, he didn't wake you up. He didn't have it in him to kick you out, not when you looked so vulnerable laying down next to him. Eventually, he ended up falling asleep as well with his arms wrapped around you.
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MY BELOVED (ur work is my absolute favorite u always have me on my hands and knees!!) I’m actually very serious the fire in my stomach when u post is <333
Dressing ur pretty boy Scara up as a maid! The outfits rather tight.. rather revealing and while he hates it and gives u quite the stinky eye all day, you can’t help but ride him to make him feel better! How sweet of you
Though his dominance starts to shine through as your “dominance” starts fading into submission when riding him, he calls you mommy while growling over how your walls clench around him, maybe if we ride him right after his orgasm he’ll get overstimulated and really see who’s really trying to be in charge here <3
“Wait.. wait! Wait oh fuck~” vibes <33
I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE IM JUGGLING TYPING THIS AND WRITING CLASS NOTES
Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Riding. Overstimulation. Degradation. Dom!Scara.
This made perfect sense 😳 Thank you, everyone for all your support and patience❤️ Be careful in class now😌 I may write a second part for this.
Dressing Scaramouche up in a maid outfit was supposed to be joke at first. You'd told him that he had the perfect legs for a maid outfit, and after some hissing and grumbling, he'd indulged you in your silly whim.
He was resolved to also get a hold of your phone to delete the picture you'd taken of him.
The sour expression he'd worn on his face had long since fallen away. In an attempt to placate him, you were bouncing on his cock, making him feel nearly limp from pleasure as he twitched and rutted up inside of you.
Scaramouche's arms were around you, clutching you against him, his eyes hypnotized by the white ring that glossed his cock. He let out a volley of incoherent curses, his eyes flicking to watch your breasts bounce before leaning his head down towards them.
He let out a wanton whimper as your hand found the back of his head to push his mouth towards your breasts. "What's the matter, my sweet Scara?" You cooed, stroking his hair, "is this too much for you too take?"
One of his hands travelled down to grope your ass, growling as he latched his lips onto one of your nipples. "You are clenching around my cock like a total slut, Mommy," He groaned feeling you clench harder around his cock, a high pitched cry keening from your throat.
His tongue swirling around your nipple send jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit. You arched your back, crying out again as his grip started to tighten a little around you.
You didn't think too much about it at first, figuring he was close to cumming. He had the sweetest, high pitched whimpers and moans. You completely missed the glare in his eyes as yours roll closed, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing into your sweet spot.
"Cum for me like a good boy," You cooed, making him growl again. Your walls squeezed just right on his cock. It pulsed strong as cum roped inside of you.
Scaramouche writhed underneath you when you didn't stop bouncing. He spat a string of incoherent Japanese curses, overwhelmed by the pleasure of overstimulation.
He could do nothing but moan at your mercy. That is until something snapped in him. Your eyes suddenly open as his hand flew to roughly grasp your chin. "I'm fucking fed up with your feeble display of dominance," His fingers dug into your hips before he lifted you off his cock and fling you onto the bed.
Your eyes widened as he flipped you over onto your stomach. He'd stolen control so fast it stunned you. It made you wonder if you had ever really been in control at all.
"Ass up, slut," Scaramouche snapped, smacking a hand on your ass. You blushed, yelping as you did you were told. It was time for him to put you in your place, especially for making him wear a maid outfit.
A whimper of your own keened from your throat, making him laugh as his fingers found your clit to rub it before lining his cock up with your entrance. His hand pushed your face down onto the pillows as he thrust his cock inside of you all at once, smirking when you gasped loudly from the burst of pleasure.
You whimpered again behind broken moans, his cock slamming into you, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. "Fuck, how are you still so tight after I already rearranged your insides?" He smacked a hand on your ass again, smirking when he heard you choke back a broken cry of bliss.
"Awwa, my bad. I took you off my cock before you could cum," The condescending tone he used made your cheeks flush, drool pooling around your cheeks onto the pillow.
He grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head off the pillows so your moans wouldn't be muffled. He wanted to hear you scream while you creamed hard on his cock, crumbling underneath the sheer weight of his dominance.
And it sounded so fucking sweet to Scaramouche.
"My compliments to you for not ripping the maid uniform off of me earlier," He pulled out only to slam himself back inside of you, groaning when you came screaming on his cock. "I think it's time for you to put it on instead. You'll be the most delicate little maid fuck toy for me."
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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc
PART: 7/7 (read part 6 here)
summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more
warnings. angsty but with a lil catharsis at the end (yes it’s a happy ending i’m too weak to keep the angst up 😔) swearing as per, your bestie and charles SCHEMING, y/n being a teenyyy bit annoying but it’s fine she’s heartbroken we accept it 😚
pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader
face claim. tara michelle
author’s note. FINAL PART!! it’s been a long time coming (sorry about that sixth form’s been kicking my ass 😔) but thank you to everyone that has been interacting with this series! i love and appreciate you all sooooo much!! 🫶 anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy the finale of what would you say (if i told you i love you)? 💗
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f1gossip BREAKING! Charles Leclerc and Y/F/N, best friend of Y/N Y/L/N spotted together in Monaco! Do we smell a backstabber? 👀
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f1gossip Charles Leclerc spotted with a HUGE bouquet of flowers outside Y/N Y/L/N’s apartment in Monaco! Is reconciliation on the cards? 👀
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username OH MY GOD IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING
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arthur_leclerc FINALLY
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yourusername i’d say i love you too ❤️‍🩹
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charles_leclerc thank you for giving me a second chance, mon amour ❤️
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arthur_leclerc DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT
arthur_leclerc ELEVEN FUCKING YEARS
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I am so glad you’re taking reqs!! Beach sex with rafayel on my mind 24/7 😔😳
not u reading my mind...💓💓
𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩! ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺。°
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𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐰: 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫
'it's 30°C in linkon right now, people! that means swimming, beach parties, sex on the beach, and beaches."
you groaned at the weather reporter's distasteful pun and reached out to turn the volume of your mini radio down. huffing, you kneeled on your beach towel, re-knotting the strings of your bikini top. your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when you felt stares on you, clenching your fist, you turned around to give whatever man thinks he has the audacity to-
"rafayel." you exclaimed in a relieved tone, letting your fist sink. said man cocked his head to the side with his signature smile - he was wearing dark blue swimming trunks and a creamy shirt, which he left unbuttoned. sunglasses sat on his purple hair, and the sun shined so brightly on him, it almost made his strands look lavender. "is an excuse of a man giving you trouble?" he asked, his voice laced with a tilt of threat. you shook your head, stretching out your legs and supporting your upper body with your arms to look at him. "i'd take care of that myself." you started, pursing your lips, "what're you doing here? i didn't think you'd be the type to enjoy public beaches."
the artist crouched down to be on eye level with you and began to draw random shapes into the sand. "you'd be right. i'm just passing through to the private beach i rented." he pointed his finger westways, signaling to a lonely patch of sand surrounded by trees. you gawked at him after the words 'rented' and 'private beach' left his throat and shook your head in disbelief. "rich people have weird hobbies."
rafayel let out a fake 'ha, ha.' but the grin on his face was genuine. letting his magenta eyes travel around the beach, he took in the empty beer bottles and weird people hanging around. "come, join me. this place sucks."
so you did. even though your crocs were filling up with hot sand, it was thrilling to have a beach just for the two of you. after placing your (definitely not spongebob printed) bath towel, rafayel immediately lifted you over his shoulder and dropped you into the icy, salty seawater. resurfacing, you gasped - pulling your wet hair back from your face.
"you."
just hearing the pure, hot anger in your tone, rafayel booked it into the other direction. "you motherfucker!" you sprinted after him, hunter senses kicking in until you tackled him onto the ground. "you're under arrest, rafayel." a cheshire cat-like grin formed on his face, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "what're you gonna do to me, miss hunter?" he began, leaning closer to your face. "what's my sentence?" he whispered, slowly turning both of you around. feeling the energy switch abruptly, you broke eye contact. "i'll...keep you in a small fishbowl, like cosmo and wanda."
letting out a chuckle, he kissed your bare shoulder. "doesn't seem that bad." nuzzling deeper into your neck, he pressed hot mouthed kisses to your throat and collarbone, making you whine out needily. "please, rafa. not here, they'll see." locking eyes with him, you knew this was a useless battle. his eyes were glazed over, a hunger you knew all too well reflecting in them. "I don't care." he said, voice muffled by your skin. spreading your legs, you gave him space to settle, which he took with delight. "seems like you don't care, either." you reacted with a pout, not wanting to admit you were down bad this immensely for him. "I'm still dripping from your attack. it must taste bad. or maybe it'll make a fish like you nostalgic."
rafayel laughed at your attempts to cover your shyness, finding it weirdly endearing. it is very unlike him to choose to stay quiet, but he did - drawing a map from your collarbone, between your chest and down to your waist with his lips, wetting them with seawater and the taste of you. he tightened the grip on your thighs once you started squirming, letting his other hand travel just a bit higher to undo the strings of your bikini and let it fall down your legs.
"fuck, I can't wait to taste you." rafayel rasped, guiding your legs onto his shoulders. a bright blush erupted on your cheeks, and you covered your face with your hands, panicking slightly. it's not like this is the first time you've slept with him, though somehow the same feeling pooled in your tummy - a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. rafayel's passionate and upfront personality makes sex feel so much more like an adventure. kissing your inner thighs, he teased what was about to happen, making you cage him in as if it were a reflex. "tsk." he tutted, tapping his finger on the plump of your upper legs to warn you. "behave."
it's very unlike you to submit, but for him, you do. you arch your back, whine and moan as he parts your wet folds with his fingers and licks long stripes between them, stopping everytime once he reaches your clit - kissing, biting and sucking it. thinking about having the most sought-after man in linkon between your legs makes this even more intense, and you feel yourself getting wetter. rafayel notices this as well, pumping a finger into your hole to make more of your juices seep out. he just liked the taste of you too much, he can't help it.
"get on your stomach." he said, watching you turn over. luckily, you caught a short glimpse of his reddened ears and his wet chin. once you were positioned to his liking, he gave your ass a spank, watching it jiggle with delight. a yelp escaped you as he did it again, grabbing it forcefully and pulling you flush against his hardened cock. feeling him pulse through the fabric of his trunks had you mewing, grinding your backside against him feverishly. "impatient, huh?" he commented hotly, clumsily pulling his drooling cock out, "me too."
all this waiting had you dizzy. grunting, you reached back and took his cock in you hand, to which he let out a surprised gasp. you felt it oozing out pre and almost moaned at how turned on your lover was too. not-so gently, you guided him between your folds and pressed your ass to his pelvis, taking it all at once. feeling him fill you up so nicely, his tip prodding at your cervix and every twitch of his pale dick mingling into your walls made you moan deliciously.
"fuck, (y/n), you're driving me insane." he whined, pushing his hand to your upper back to press you down, rafayel started to languidly drag his cock along your walls. everyone knows this artist isn't known for his patience or for being monotone, so the rhythm faltered quickly, ending in him thrusting into you so hardly, your ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the beach. you feared the water god he talked about might feel the ripples on the sea, cursing you for being so naughty in front of his domain. you screamed out, helplessly scratching at the sand underneath you as some sort of anchor for your sanity, but you lost yourself to the pleasure the moment he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his chest against your back, freely moaning and cursing into your ear.
"princess, you feel so good. fuck, your pussy is creaming on my cock, it's gonna suck me dry this time, I swear." he babbles. rafayel talks a lot normally, but once he loses himself inside you, the words just flow out. "r-ra-af", you choke out between thrusts, "it feels so good, oh my god." your pussy flutters once he hits a certain spot, and he immediately notices - abusing it with no hold-backs. if there's anything he wants, it's for you to go above and beyond the lines of pleasure, so he starts circling your clit with three fingers quickly, drawing circle and infinity shapes just how you like it. with no warning, no build up, you fall apart quickly, screaming his name to the heavens while you feel your soul escaping your body with a mind shattering orgasm. after a few seconds, your body is drained off all strength, and you become a doll in his hands to fuck his cum into.
"(y/n), you should've seen your face right now, never saw something more beautiful. it was so hot, fuck-" he buries his head into your neck while he lazily thrusts into you a few times more, stuffing his cock so deep into your pussy you fear he might target your womb. he doesn't move, keeping his pelvis flush against your back while filling you up -
"fuck, it's yours. I'm yours. take it."
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pedrithink · 10 months
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we find love ✩ jude bellingham
request: can i request a jude x reader smau where the reader was jude's childhood bst, but they lost contact when they were younger (maybe around 10/11) bcos the reader had to move countries? then in one of jude's recent interviews, he talks about her and how he used to support him a lot but he doesn't know where she is and his fans find her for him
faceclaim: cassandra cano
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user1 @judebellingham JUDE
user2 @judebellingham COME HERE
user3 @judebellingham
user4 WE FOUND HER FOR U @judebellingham
user5 how do you guys know it’s her????
user6 @user5 there is literally a picture of jude on her profile
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user7 @judebellingham OMG
user8 no but fr she’s so pretty
user9 @judebellingham BOYYY
user10 guys i think we should not be spamming her pics 🥹
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user12 you’re so pretty omg like it’s crazy how beautiful you are
user13 @judebellingham 🥹
user14 COME HERE MA BOY @judebellingham
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ynusername who are you guyssss 😭 why are u spamming my pics? what did i do? 😢 #scared
user16 @ynusername PLEASE DO NOT BE SCARED
user17 @ynusername Y/N, JUDE IS SEARCHING FOR YOUUUU
user18 @ynusername we are here because of jude !!!!!
ynusername @user18 jude bellingham???
user18 @ynusername yeahhh!! he talked about you in an interview and said that you don't speak anymore, but that you helped him a lot !! 🥺
judebellingham omg y/n hey 😳
ynusername @judebellingham hey jude!!!!!! 😆
user19 @judebellingham OMG JUDE FINALLY QONDKSJS
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judebellingham 😆❤️
jobebellingham can’t wait to see youuuu
ynusername @jobebellingham JOBE, MISS YOU ❤️
user20 OMG WISHAKSHWOOW
user21 JUDE IS SUCH A SIMP FOR HER
user22 pretty girl pretty boy pretty couple
user23 @user22 they aren’t a couple
user22 @user23 girl bfrrrr he’s so in love w her
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feistyfreaks · 3 months
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that recent miguel fic was so hot omg now I want to request one 😳. Imagine dbf!miguel sexting us while away at a business trip or while reader is out with friends or something (..or even over the dinner table while out with our dad.. maybe..) he’d definitely be writing the most poetic, romantic yet filthy and disgusting texts ever, like ones you’d have to take breaks after each sentence because oh my god..
& with his ancient ass hed most likely send nudes via email as well 😔 but we’ll eat it up every time!
HIDDEN CONNECTIONS ┈ ! ✶
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₊❏❜ content⋮ dbf!miguel x f!reader. huge age gap. readers aged up (18+). dirty talk. sexting. porn w not much of a plot.
note⋮ i love reading through these requests, i love y’all so much 😭!! yet again, sorry for the wait, procrastination has been eating me alive lol. but without further a do, i hope you enjoy 🙈.
dividers by @cafekitsune.
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you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as you browsed through the websites catalog, eyeing all sorts of styles. you wanted to up your relationship with miguel and try something new, so you decided to go lingerie shopping.
you scrolled through the petite section, bored out of your mind as you tried to look for something interesting and more erotical. you took a glimpse at the time, noticing that it was past midnight.
you raised a brow, "already? could've sworn it was eight a few minutes ago." you murmured to yourself as you glanced back at your screen, a baby pink set stood out to you and your eyes lit up, clicking on the link without hesitation.
the price was pretty expensive, but you marked it into your cart - just then a notification from gmail appeared at the bottom right of your screen.
it was from miguel.
miguel was your dads best friend, and you grew smitten by his charm growing up. at first you believed that it was a silly little crush that you’ll eventually get over, but that never happened.. instead your relationship with him began developing throughout your young adult years.
you sensed the irresistible tension and you started to question what the two of you were, and your question was answered when one thing led to another, both your clothes being discarded as things became heated in such a short amount of time.
but you struggled with your feelings, torn between your blossoming desires for miguel and the guilt associated with betraying your father's trust; but the age difference between the two of you only added a sense of excitement to your relationship, and both of you fell into the temptation of your desires, initiating an intimate connection, and that’s how you two got yourselves into a secret affair.
as you opened the email, the subject line immediately caught your eye. 'mi luz,' it read. miguel was about twice your age, and for some reason he always stuck to emailing no matter how many times you taught him how to regularly text — he believed emailing was better because they were more formal and easier to navigate.
you quickly opened the email and giggled, “esa linda sonrisa tuya ilumina mi día, y esos ojos tuyos iluminan mis noches."
a small grin curved upwards onto your glossed lips, it sounded kind of corny but you strove to decipher the meaning and intent behind each word. your hands flew across the keyboard as you quickly replied. “pfftt, you’re flattering me miguel. what’re you even doing up so late?” you pressed on send, and not long after you received a new notification.
“i’ve been thinking about you, i miss you. n' what's your excuse for being up so late hm? it's past your bed time nena.”
you could sense his teasing tone over the damn screen, and you couldn’t wipe off that cheeky grin of your face. your fingers hovered over the keyboard, you wanted to keep it a surprise, but the excitement got a hold of you first.
"well.. i was online shopping.. and came across this, what do you think of it?" you messaged along with the picture of the lingerie attached.
you waited eagerly for his response, like a puppy wanting to receive validation from its owner. maybe you should've waited, but you couldn't keep surprises a secret.
"why? are you planning on seducing me with that little outfit, chiquitita?”
a mischievous grin plastered onto your face reading his reply.
“maybe, maybe not, but you didn’t answer my question. do you like it? y'know, easy access.”
“the lace is pretty. yea i like it, and you're right. it does have such easy access. i’d love to see you in that.”
you chuckled, switched tabs and clicked on the checkout option. you filed in the credit card information along with the address, admitting the final 'confirm payment’ button.
“well you’re in for a surprise when you get back from your trip mister." you typed, "how much longer do i have to wait until i get to see you, you know i don't like waiting, i really miss you.”
“aww, getting needy aren’t we? i’ll be back home around this week darling. can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me. i’m looking forward to splitting those pretty legs of yours open and play with that pretty pussy until your soaking wet on my fingers.” he wrote back as you overlapped your legs to feel your clit pulse in your panties.
“i really miss you mig. just want you to sink your fingers into my hole and tell me how much of a good girl i am. i need you to come home n’ fill me up, fuck me into this damn mattress.”
“i want to come home just as badly as you want me to, but we both know that this business trip is important. but i promise you that i’ll bully my cock into your weeping pussy and fuck my cum into your tummy.”
your heart raced and you squeezed your legs tighter as you read email, as you and miguel continue your fiery exchanges, the emails become more explicit.
his filthy words made you palpitate, and he never failed to noticeably make an impact on you, you always found yourself drenching your undies. “fuck yes. use me, want you to pound your cock into me, m so wet at the thought.”
“yea? que putita eres mi amor, show me how much of a slut you are, show me how wet you get from telling you how good i’ll fuck you chiquitita.”
you sat up eagerly, slipping your sleeping shorts down to your thighs as you clicked on the small camera icon. slowly but lewdly you spread your legs, your hand came down to rub at the wet patch on your panties. your cursor hovered over the white button as it snapped the photo, and with another click you hit send.
your grew hot and impatient as you began pressing on the sticky nub over the drenched fabric. it was ridiculous how you were sexting using via email, but it only served to make you beyond hornier with the new adjustment.
“shit baby, look at how you’re fucking dripping. why don’t you go and hump your pillow, yea? tease your little cunnie for me, wanna see your cute pussy wetting the bed. i just know you’ll be letting out the most cutest noises while thinking of how i’ll fucking ruin you when i get back.”
heat raced through you and towards your core, you had to pause to take a deep breath.
holy shit.
you felt your cheeks go hot, and you reached for the pillow as you happily obliged, eagerly kicking off your panties and thighs cradling the soft silk as you settled your warmth into the pillows edge.
you let a soft moan feeling your clit pulse again. you bunched up your blanket and placed it underneath your abdomen as you leaned forward, stomach pressed up onto the bed sheets and the comfort of your blanket.
your page refreshes and your met with another email from miguel, this time there was a few images attached to his message.
you opened it and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. his belt was undone and you could visibly see the pink leaky tip sticking out of the confinements of his boxers, the second image displayed the underside of his fat girth and you felt yourself beginning to drool, the third photo portrayed his thumb rubbing on his slit as a string of his arousal stuck onto on his thumb, showing you just how sticky he was and the caption overall made you bite your lip.
“gonna put you on all fours, y te voy a poner al reves, te veras tan rica mientras te lo hago por detrás.”
you slowly roll your hips, your slick dampening the fabric and you effortlessly slide against the cushion. you moaned, tilting your head to the side and drifting deeper in thought. you start to think of him atop of you, his body fervid against yours, his heated lips attached to yours, his pelvis snug into yours as his cock splits you open — your hips hump the pillow faster and you whine out in euphoria.
your thighs tensed around the soft pillow and you feel your pussy practically flutter. with another rough roll of your hips you stutter, clit pulsing as you gush onto the bed sheets.
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sully boys walked on you changing 😳
a/n: i am out of ideasss, lmk if you have some :) anyways, enjoy! :)
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although the na’vis are not known for their coverage in clothing pieces, they have a time for changing things up.
i swear they are putting so much trust in their piece of clothing, like neytiri’s top is holding on for its dear life.
jake (2009)
“hey, y/n um- OM MY FUCKING-“
“HEY! JAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!” you covered your bare chest and turned away from him. “GET OUT! LEARN HOW TO KNOCK FOR MY SAKE!”
“so- sorry!”
“GO!”
“y- yes! going now,” he closed the curtain slowly.
“no peaking!”
stares a moment before going out the tent. he is doing that shOOk face before collecting his senses.
definitely smirking to himself behind the curtain
jake is definitely a sweet guy and a consent king, but he can’t help himself sometimes, y’know. getting those free views is not something he’ll see everyday, might as well take advantage of it.
he tries to kill his thoughts but those pictures flash over and over he had to beat himself to it.
definitely have to bonk his head to get some senses back. he’ll be so flirty at first, but he’ll become so shy afterwards
definitely thinking about you before going to bed. he’ll be a drunk person in love, imagining your embrace during the nights.
tails wagging and everything when he daydream about you.
can’t even look at you in the eyes for a week, i guess. he was so ashamed but he can’t help himself teasing you of it 😈
the sweetest boy 100% tho. he’ll even comfort you.
“hey, y/n, i know i can be a wuss sometimes but you don’t have to be embarrassed to me. I know i’m an idiot but you have a really sweet body, don’t think i am a creep, but i think every part of you is perfect, and i mean it,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.
neteyam
his father’s son 100% a flirty boy
“y/n, i was wondering- OH HOLY- nice views”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT!”
“okay, okay, going now, you should wear that more, or should i say i like it off,” he snickered behind the curtains.
“YOU- son of a- please, get out!”
he is so sweet about it tho. he’ll apologize afterwards 🥺
he’ll hug you whenever he can 100% and shower you with comforting words. maybe he can shower you with seductive compliments *AHEM*
“i know I’m an idiot, y/n, but you are so cute for me, and i mean it, okay?” “never let anyone sees you like that, because you are my little potato and mine.”
but neteyam being neteyam, he’ll throw out a joke afterwards like
“next time call me, I’ll help you change.” *wink* *wink*
he’ll daydream about the scene that flashed against his eyes, he wouldn’t complain about it. just basically dozed off in the middle of the day, drooling and everything, and people around him were worried asf. “tf is wrong with his dude.”
wanders to those deep dark waters that he know he shouldn’t go there. definitely cringe at himself and smack some senses back.
then he always learned how to shout before going in, which other people thinks it’s weird why he started doing it now, after all these years.
when he knows you are inside he’ll never miss a chance to tease you.
“hey, y/n! watch out for a handsome boy going in, he might see some views.”
“oh, shut up.”
lo’akkk
my boyyyy, he is flustered to the flustered
“y/n, i wanted to ask- AH- WHAT-“
“OH MY GOODNESS, please, get out!”
“I’m so sorry!”
his face is so red that people walking past the tent would ask if he is okay💀 he’ll be so flustered he couldn’t even answer them.
people got worried so they called jake to see💀
“lo’ak! what happened, did you do something?” he grabbed his son and shook him.
“no-nothing dad! let me go!” he refused to stay in his embrace.
“then tell me what happened!”
“MR.SULLY, HE SAW ME CHANGING! IT’S NOT HIS FAULT!” you quickly got out of the tent. lo’ak’s face turned even redder and his body’s temperature is rising rapidly.
the fact that, I am telling you, jake died laughing inside. he was like- “HUH” and then “HAHAHSHSHHA”
lo’ak couldn’t be more embarrassed, but he was met with your comforting words later on. you went to see him in his tent alone, choosing wisely to bring a shawl to cover your shoulder
“hey, lo’ak, are you feeling better?” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “look, i’m sorry-“
“no, please, i should be the one apologizing,” he turned to look at you, instinctively looking down first but panicked and looked up. “I’m sorry for reacting like that, your body made me think things i never imagined- BRAH EW WHAT DID I JUST SAY.”
“it’s okay,” you giggled. “glad i can help.”
“NO- I SWEAR I AM NOT A CREEP!”
“YOU ARE MY CREEPER,” a peck on his lips. muah.
today’s a great day to try something new! and take care! 🤍
@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin
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al1fers-haven · 6 days
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I have a request :)
Maybe the reader owns Alastor's soul and calls him nicknames he doesn't like, but he puts up with it since they at least only do it in private.
He only gets them to stop after he calls them "sir/madam" in which they're like "😳 do it again"
(Fluff)
I absolutely loved writing this, i might incorporate it into a story I'm writing for him lol
“Of course Madam.”
Alastor x soul owner!reader. Prompt: After calling Alastor nicknames for so long and showing up in the most random places to do so, Alastor finally starts doing it back. Fluff
Alastor had literally owed his life to you, seven years ago when he was on death's doorstep you found him and nursed him back to health.
The rumors going on about some radio demon going missing and how they were so thankful really got you looking for him, and when you found him in that state? You couldn't just sit there and watch him die. About a year since the incident happened, Alastor offered his soul to you as a thanks for the help, bowing, and everything as he fixed the suit you fixed up for him.
And how could you say no to such a handsome man offering himself like that? Let alone an overlord.
He spent 7 years around you as thanks, cooking for you when you asked, doing the shopping, and then returning to his little radio shack that you adored oh so much. The man was completely oblivious to the signs you threw at him. When you asked him to accompany you to the Happy Hotel the princess was running, he almost wanted to say no till you poked out your lower lip and pouted. His leash was in your hand as he grumbled a yes.
Of course, whenever you two got to the hotel, it started with little things, calling him Al in front of everyone else and nothing else. Little snickers left Angel's lips at how quick he reacted to your asks. Constantly at your beck and call. But then it started to get worse.
Instead of Al, whenever you two were doing literally anything together alone you'd start calling him 'Puddin', or even 'Hon.' A lot of different reactions coming from Alastor each and every single time. His ears twitched as he expressed his obvious dislike for all of the nicknames you called him. Pudding? No
Sweetheart? Hell no
Berry man? Nope!
The only one he somewhat tolerated was 'Honey'. A warm feeling settled in his chest every time he heard that word fall from your lips. It wasn't until he spoke to rosie about it that he realized he might've fallen for your annoying habits.
It wasn't until he started that your feelings for him were obvious. Your face turned red as you called you mon cher and placed your plate in front of you. He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Your eyes go straight to the food.
"Alastor, be a sweetie and grab me a glass of water?" You looked back at the tall man. Alastor nodded his head and bowed a bit playfully. "Yes ma'am." You blinked a couple times, face flaring up once more as you suddenly appeared in front of him. Surprise written on his face. "What'd you say?" He tilted his head. "Yes ma'am?" You went quiet, squinting at him. "Say it again Alastor." "...Yes ma'am?"
You've never pounced on a guy that bad before, kissing him and nearly knocking him over actually.
The next time the group sees Alastor he's a mess, lipstick stains all over his face and shirt collar. His face was a bit pink as you stood next to him, lipstick smeared and smiling ear to ear. "ug...So..Mr.Smiley has a game?" Angel pointed at Alastor with a bewildered face.
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— HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAAC’S CHARACTERS (HEADCANONS)
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PAIRING — Marc Spector // Steven Grant // Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago Garcia, Duke Leto Atreides, William Tell, Orestes x Reader
AUTHOR’S NOTE — Gosh, I thought I’d write “quick headcanons” and guess what, it took me a week to do so and it’s like 7,5k words long 😳... I planned to write headcanons for Jonathan Levy, too, but I kinda didn’t have any ideas + it’s already quite long... I also wanted to write headcanons for Llewyn Davis but I watched that movie years ago and I’d have to rewatch first. So maybe one day I’ll write Part Two of these headcanons. 🤗
WARNINGS — mentions of abortion (Poe Dameron, Santiago Garcia, William Tell), mentions of infertility (Duke Leto Atreides)
WORD COUNT — 7,660 (1,890 – Marc Spector // Steven Grant // Jake Lockley; 1,320 – Poe Dameron; 1,180 – Santiago Garcia; 1,380 – Duke Leto Atreides; 890 – William Tell; 940 – Orestes)
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
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MARC SPECTOR // STEVEN GRANT // JAKE LOCKLEY
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• Having a child was Steven’s biggest dream but he had lost hope for it to ever happen a long time ago.
• Marc didn’t even want to think about the possibility of having children because he was so terrified of being an awful parent like his mother.
• Jake didn’t think much about becoming a parent either. He didn’t feel very connected to reality since most of his life he only existed with one purpose – to protect Marc and Steven and then to hide in the darkness again. You were the first person showing him love and encouraging him to open up and be himself but it still felt a bit surreal.
• Those were the reasons why Steven didn’t even mention the possibility of children to you because he knew that Marc and Jake would be angry at him for that.
• But one day after work, he came back to you curled up on the sofa under a blanket and watching cute baby videos. You had a typical baby fever before your period and you didn’t want Steven to find out about it because it would make things awkward between you two. However, you couldn’t hear him coming inside. You quickly locked your phone but he was already standing there; stunned and speechless.
• “Why were you watching baby videos, love?” he asked and you just couldn’t lie to him because you’d feel even worse making up lies. So you told him the truth: you wanted a baby. A baby with him and Marc and Jake.
• You added, though, that if it is not something they want, then you would be just as happy. Your boys were your priority and a child would only be an addition to an already perfect relationship.
• Steven’s eyes sparkled as he smiled widely. He sat on the couch under the blanket with you and kissed you all over your face, telling you that he’d love to have children with you. You spent the whole evening watching those cute videos.
• Marc and Jake didn’t know how to react. They were terrified but they didn’t want to stand in the way of yours and Steven’s happiness.
• You had a conversation about having children with each one of them and they all agreed. However, when you got pregnant, you noticed that Marc and Jake gradually stopped fronting.
• The only reason why you were scared to ask Steven about it was that you were terrified of the answer. You didn’t want to hear that Marc and Jake actually didn’t want to be fathers. It would break your heart. So you focused on Steven who was a ray of sunshine.
• He never missed any doctor’s visit, always woke up at night to prepare food for you, he was addicted to buying cute things for the baby and he made sure that you knew how beautiful you were while pregnant with his baby.
• You couldn’t know that at night, when you were asleep, Marc or Jake would often front to look at the ultrasound pictures of your baby and to caress your bump while holding you close. They loved your little baby as much as Steven, they were just scared.
• When you gave birth to your son, it was Steven with you, too. It was almost impossible to make him hand the baby over even for a second. He was whining even when he was giving the baby to you because he would rather hold his son all the time and you would roll your eyes at that but it was making you very happy to see your boyfriend like that.
• On the second day at the hospital, after waking up, you saw Jake holding your baby. You were surprised but in a pleasant way.
• “Hey, baby, you’re awake now, mi vida?” he asked you softly and sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the baby boy carefully. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you much. I was very scared. Can you forgive me?”
• His disarming honesty made your eyes well with tears. You hugged him tight from behind and sobbed out of happiness.
• “I’m so happy to have you back, Jake,” you whispered.
• “I’m so proud of you, hermosa,” he hummed while staring at his baby. “I couldn’t wait… Marc and I… We swore to never front again but I couldn’t… I… I had to hold my son.”
• You frowned at that revelation.
• “What does it mean that you swore to never front again?” you asked, concerned.
• And Jake explained to you all the fear he and Marc felt. All the confusion and cautiousness. Marc was convinced he would hurt the baby accidentally. That he’d be just like his mother or worse, considering the fact his were the hands of the murderer. He was capable of much worse things than his awful mother. He couldn’t risk it to damage something so innocent and pure.
• “But you risked it,” you pointed out to Jake and fixed one of the reckless curls on his forehead. “And I’m so glad you did. I know you’re scared but I want you around, okay? I will help you. Steven will, too.”
• Jake promised you to be around for the baby but he couldn’t promise for Marc.
• It was worrying you because you missed Marc but his stubbornness was something you just couldn’t win with. He refused to front. Until that one night.
• Steven was sleeping peacefully next to you. Or was it him? When they were asleep, no one was really fronting, right? It was just… Just him. Your boyfriend. All of them at once. Perhaps the only chance to spend time with Marc these days. However, they were asleep and your son started crying. Usually, it was Steven or Jake waking up and bringing the baby to you so you would feed him but this time they were sleeping so peacefully… You just left them there and went to check on your son.
• He was hungry so you sat on the armchair to feed him while stroking his light hair and cooing to him about how lovely he was. And how lucky to have such wonderful dads.
• “Daddy Steven is so in love with you, my sweet prince, I’m almost jealous. And daddy Jake would do everything it takes to protect you… I only wish that… I wish that…” your voice broke. “I wish that you met daddy Marc. I’m sure he loves you, too. You’d adore him and I… I miss him… I miss him every day so much, you have no idea, my lovely boy. I wish he would come back to me. To us.”
• Then you heard the noise behind you and you turned your head around. It was him. It was Marc standing in the doorway with sleepy eyes, ruffled hair and nothing but his pajama pants on. He looked so cozy and vulnerable.
• “Hey,” he cleared his throat.
• “Hey,” you answered and watched him carefully approaching you to look over your shoulder at the face of his son.
• “Can I hold him?” was all he asked and you nodded. The baby was fed now anyway and had to be carried around for a while so you just handed him to his father and buttoned up your nightgown. “He’s beautiful,” Marc whispered. “And mine…? Something so beautiful is mine…?”
• Under any other circumstances, you’d be offended by such a question. But you knew Marc didn’t mean it in a bad way.
• “Not only yours but also made out of you. He’s half you, Marc Spector,” you stood behind him to touch him carefully like he was made of glass. “I missed you. Please, don’t disappear again after this night. Please. I need you. I love Jake and Steven with all my heart but without you… It’s all incomplete. I can’t make it without you,” you confessed and Marc looked at you. There were tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
• “I’m a coward. I chickened out.”
• “It’s okay. I can forgive you just like I forgave Jake. After all, I still had Steven with me and… Well, at the end of the day, when you lay with me in bed asleep… After all, despite everything, you are all one person. So I had Steven with me, knowing that some part of you wants this baby and is excited for them. And it brought me comfort. You didn’t abandon me all the way, you were with me all that time as Steven. And that’s why I will forgive you like I forgave Jake. But only if you decide to stay.”
• It took Marc a while to make a decision. He kept looking at you and then his son, feeling the warmth of your body pressed to his behind him and feeling the weight of his son in his arms. The most precious and sweet weight he could imagine…
• Marc stayed. It all slowly went back to normal with the three of them fronting equally.
• Steven is the typical nerd dad. He tells your son a hundred fun facts a day and takes him to all sorts of museums and exhibitions. He becomes an expert in everything the boy is interested in over the night. He read all the dinosaur encyclopedias once. It’s extremely adorable to observe.
• Jake is all about the adventure. Being a dad used to be surreal to him but now he feels like it defined him as a person. It grounds him and makes him feel more real; when your son needs his help with something or asks him for advice – that's when he feels that he found the purpose in life. He’s the one to take your son to all sorts of trips, football matches or to watch the racing cars together.
• Marc is so much more than just an official, legal father of the baby. It took him some time to get adjusted to the new reality and to trust himself but he eventually allowed himself to be loved by your son and to give nothing but love in return. You can sense sometimes that he gets tense when your son gets bratty or does something wrong. Marc feels like he should discipline him but he physically cannot do that, he leaves it up to you and backs off for some time. However, you don’t blame him for that because you know about his past and his traumatic childhood.
• The thing you were worrying the most about was how your son would comprehend the fact that his father is in fact three people. But children are usually more understanding than adults. For your son it’s always been this way and it’s normal to him. He doesn’t even ask many questions about that and he doesn’t treat this situation as any abnormality. He addresses all his fathers as “daddy” or “dad” but you can tell that he sees the differences between them. For example, he is more eager to talk about dinosaurs when it’s Steven fronting and football when it’s Jake. Sometimes he’s more literal, like when he’s asking: “Can daddy Marc watch the movie with me?”
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POE DAMERON
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• You had never meant to be a warrior or a member of the Resistance, fighting for your life and the Galaxy’s freedom. You only wanted to be a politician.
• That was how you ended up as a member of Leia Organa’s team at the Senate and now at the Resistance Base.
• And that was how you met the best pilot of the Resistance. You had heard of him before because he had started back then in the days of the Republic but now, during the war with the First Order, he truly became a hero and Leia Organa’s favorite.
• You couldn’t stand him at first, though. He was cocky, full of himself, loved to brag and tease you for being stiff. The only two things you liked about Poe Dameron were: his droid and the count of all the First Order ships he had taken down.
• For some reason, Leia was always smirking when you two were arguing and it was amusing to her.
• “You remind me of Han and me,” she confessed one day, which made you choke on your caf.
• “We are nothing like you and Han, General Organa,” you rolled your eyes and sighed. “We hate each other,” you added.
• “That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she smiled.
• “No way! There is nothing in this Galaxy that would make me marry Poe Dameron,” you hissed out and Leia raised an eyebrow at you. “I’d only marry him if it was a condition to end the war or something.”
• In fact, Leia Organa was the one to marry you and Poe half a year later at the Resistance Base.
• During one of the space missions, you lost contact with Poe while he performed an incredibly risky stunt. In result, he beat his own record at how many First Order ships can be shot down during one space battle. However, all that time when you couldn’t contact him and everyone thought he had died, those were the worst minutes of your life.
• When he landed at the hangar, he saw you walking fast towards him. He grinned from ear to ear, feeling proud like the hero he was. He didn’t expect you to slap his face. “Damn you, Dameron!” you screamed at him and everyone around went silent. “Don’t you dare doing this again to me,” your voice broke as you burst into tears. Confused BB–8 beeped and looked up at you. Poe bit on his lower lip and eventually crashed his lips with yours while everyone cheered.
• You got married shortly after that. Under any other circumstances you would never marry someone so quick but you were at the war. You could die any day. You didn’t want to lose any time and you didn’t want to regret not doing it. Poe gave you his mother’s wedding ring he had been wearing on a chain before.
• You didn’t talk about children, though. It was obvious that it was the worst time ever to have a kid. It was a subject you’d discuss later, when there would be peace in the Galaxy already.
• So when you started to suspect that you might be expecting, you were terrified. You didn’t know what to do. Leia was the first person you told because she had noticed your change of behavior anyway.
• She understood your doubts but she held your hands tightly and told you that everything would be alright. That such things never happen at the right time and that maybe the kid would bring a little hope to this world. And Maker only knew how much you needed hope these days.
• So you told Poe and he didn’t know how to react either. It was a bad time to have a child and to be honest he didn’t even know if he wanted to have children at all. This world was not a safe place. Even if this war would end, another one would start soon. He tried to be supportive but you could see that he was nervous and unsure.
• “It will be just like with BB, you know. He’s like our baby, too,” you tried to joke.
• “No, it won’t fucking be like with BB. It’s a droid, not a human being,” Poe got angry and BB–8 beeped sadly before looking down. Poe left outside to catch a deep breath and you sighed before patting BB’s head.
• “He’s just scared, BB, he didn’t mean that,” you cheered the droid up and followed your husband.
• He was standing with his eyes closed, facing the sun. You smiled to yourself at the thought of how handsome he was.
• “Stop staring, Dameron,” he teased with his eyes still closed.
• “Stop being so pretty, flyboy,” you teased him back and he chuckled before opening his eyes and looking back at you.
• “I’m sorry. I’m terrified,” he admitted.
• “Me too,” you confessed. “But I want this baby.”
• Poe nodded and approached you to place small kisses all over your face and make you giggle as his hands rubbed your still flat belly through your shirt.
• He had always been overprotective but now it became extreme when it came to you. While being on the missions or during the space battles, Poe tried not to do anything risky to have better chances of coming back to the base. He didn’t want the child to never know him. But at the same time he was even more determined now to bring the First Order down because he wanted his baby to be born in a world without it.
• Everyone kept saying that Poe became more mature. He was still funny and loved a good joke but he became much less chaotic and reckless. He also stopped bragging so much about his own self and his skills.
• There was a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Being one of the Resistance’s leaders as the best pilot and the poster boy was making him a role model for many. Then, he had to also think about saving the world every day in his X–Wing. And he had a baby on the way.
• Your heart would swell with pride every time you saw him around the base. He was just the best; so brave and responsible, with so many people looking up to him, a hero and a father of your child. And he was all yours.
• And that look on your face, your sparkling eyes and your pregnancy glow when you waited for him at the end of the corridor… It was all making that exhausting effort actually matter to him. He would go through this all hundreds of times more if it meant having you like this.
• Your baby boy was born shortly after the Battle of Exegol. Poe’s dream for his child to be raised in a world without the First Order came true.
• You chose to live on Yavin 4, Poe’s homeplanet. That is where your home is although both of you are actively working to rebuild the Republic. Poe is the General of the fleet now and you were chosen to be the Senator.
• You try to work together whenever you can so you can take your son with you. When you can’t, the boy usually spends time with you but when Poe’s missions are completely riskless, he takes him with himself and your son loves to travel around the Galaxy with his daddy and BB–8.
• Speaking of BB, he is the best nanny you could ask for.
• You are pretty sure the boy would become a pilot one day, too. And you’re not happy about it. “I’ll have to worry about you both,” you always say, “like worrying about one is not enough.”
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SANTIAGO GARCIA
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• When you met Santi, you knew what his job was like. You knew he wouldn’t be around much and that every mission could be his last. Not every woman would go for that.
• But you did it because you loved him too much to imagine a life without him by your side. In fact, you decided to risk it all. Everyone called you irresponsible and stupid when you resigned from your job and moved to Colombia with Santi.
• Most of the time you were staying inside because it was the safest this way. No job, not many duties either… You felt bored doing nothing but only waiting for him to come back home at the end of the day. Waiting and worrying, waiting and worrying… Seemed like your life was nothing more than that. You didn’t want to complain, though. It was your choice and you had Santiago with you. That was all that mattered.
• Until you started to get nauseous every morning and suddenly the Colombian heat became even more insufferable than before. You were easily irritated and stopped liking your comfort foods.
• Santiago didn’t even notice much. He only worried about your stomach problems. However, when you didn’t get your period, you decided to sneak out to the store and buy yourself a pregnancy test.
• You didn’t know how to feel about the fact that it came out positive. Part of you was very happy but you were terrified of Santiago’s reaction.
• When he came back home that evening, he could sense that something was wrong. You handed him the test and pressed your lips together in a thin line. It took him a few seconds to understand what had happened and his eyes widened.
• “That’s… That’s quite inconvenient at the moment, you realize that, right?” was all he said. You didn’t even know how to react to that. Yell at him? Slap his face? Instead, you chose to be calm.
• “I know, Santi. I’ll just come back home to my parents, I don’t know… I’m not getting rid of it,” you told him sternly and he nodded before swallowing thickly.
• “I didn’t say that… I didn’t mean to…” he struggled to find the right words. “I’m sorry. It’s just unexpected. But I am happy,” he added and hugged you but you could feel he was stiff and his fake smile didn’t reach his tired eyes. You had to admit, it broke your heart.
• You were surprised to find out that Santi was coming back to America with you. You knew he was leaving an unfinished business in Colombia but apparently he didn’t want you to go alone. You appreciated it.
• The thing was, Santiago wanted this baby as much as you but he was worried about the future and he was a bit scared of such responsibility.
• From yours and his savings, you bought a small house to start your family in. It was still full of unpacked boxes and it needed a few fixes here and there but you adored it already because it was supposed to be your home where you’d start your family with the man you loved.
• But Santiago couldn’t stop thinking about Colombia. “One last job, baby, then I’ll be back for good,” he promised. “If I convince the boys to join me, it’s gonna take me only a few days,” he added and caressed your growing bump.
• He refused to share any details with you so you assumed the operation was quite different from his previous jobs. You were against him going but he said he would come back with a lot of money to secure your baby’s future. He seemed to be pretty determined about it so you were left with no choice but to let him go.
• You were worried sick all that time, especially when he stopped calling or even texting you at some point. You were walking around the house and checking your phone every five minutes to see if there were any new notifications from Santiago. Suddenly, your house became empty and cold. It didn’t feel like home anymore. It felt like jail where you were waiting for the sentence. And you knew that worrying wasn’t good for the baby but every woman would worry if she was in your shoes…
• One day he came back home without letting you know beforehand. Just like that. You opened the front door after hearing the doorbell and you faced Santiago standing there with the most vulnerable look you had ever seen on his face.
• You didn’t ask questions, you just pulled him inside and hugged him, so happy to have him back.
• “I didn’t… I didn’t get any money, I’m sorry,” was all he said and you furrowed your brow. You didn’t ask for the details, you could see it would take him some time to open up about that mission and that something had clearly gone wrong. That was why you were even happier to have him back despite everything.
• “It’s okay. We don’t need them, baby. You’ll find a job here, yes? I’ll go to work, too, when the baby is old enough. And we have our savings, we’ll be alright, am I right?” you kept asking him, desperately wanting him to assure you that he would stay.
• Santiago nodded and pressed his forehead to yours while his arms held you close.
• “It was my last job like I promised. I want to be here for the baby,” he whispered and your heart grew in your chest.
• “It’s a girl,” you told him and he blinked a few times before taking a step back and looking at you, amazed. “I found out yesterday. Want to see the ultrasound picture? She’s the cutest. Not that you can see anything really but I’m sure she is and that she’s gonna be daddy’s girl,” you smiled.
• When Santiago broke down crying while holding the picture, you just knew that this mission had to be a complete disaster but you didn’t push him to answer any questions.
• There was a change in him, though. He didn’t mention coming back to Colombia anymore and he fixed all the things around the house. You helped him to unpack all the bags and prepare the nursery to make it cozy and adorable for your baby girl.
• Santi found a job and started to train the young boys and girls wanting to become soldiers. After work and during the weekends he is a devoted father. His little baby girl seems to be his whole world.
• Doesn’t matter how tired he is, he always finds time to play with her. He takes her to the cinema, carries her around, bakes cakes with her and watches Disney movies together.
• He also likes to buy you flowers often to thank you for his daughter and for being the best thing that has ever happened in his life.
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DUKE LETO ATREIDES
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• The union between you was arranged shortly after Leto had become the Duke and you were terrified of both: him and the whole world of Caladan.
• However, you changed your mind on the very first day. It was very clear that even if you would never fall in love, you’d surely be good friends. He was a handsome man of good manners and he was making sure you felt comfortable throughout the ceremony of your wedding.
• You were aware that your most important duty was to give birth to an heir. Leto never made you feel this way, though. He never pushed you into anything that would make you uncomfortable and he would only invite you to his chambers without expecting any answer in particular.
• You liked him and with time you started to fancy him, therefore you usually accepted his invitations.
• Despite that and your shared great efforts, during your one year wedding anniversary, you still weren’t with child.
• You could hear the people whisper and talk behind your back. They were calling you barren and useless, automatically assuming you had been the problem and not your husband. You tried to keep your head held high but one day something broke inside of you after hearing a few men whispering about getting Leto a lover if you continued to be barren for the next year.
• You knew that Caladan needed an heir and if you wouldn’t be able to give it one, you’d have to eventually agree on a lover, but it still hurt you.
• You spent the whole evening in your chambers, crying. Leto got worried during dinner when he noticed you weren’t present so he visited you.
• When he saw you crying on the bed, he sat on the edge of it and placed his hand on your back gently. “What’s wrong, my darling wife?” he asked.
• “I’m not darling, I’m useless,” you sobbed. “They all say so, I can hear them talk! And today I heard your counselors commenting on the fact I am of a barren womb. They want to find you a lover.”
• Leto froze for a second and sighed as he caressed your shoulders carefully and eventually turned you around so you would face him. He wiped the tears off of your cheeks and kept holding your face tenderly while looking deep into your eyes.
• “They can’t possibly know which one of us is causing the problem. Anyway, it’s only been a year. Some couples need more time. However, one day, the lover might be needed, it’s a fact, my darling, I won’t lie to you, but Caladan needs an heir. It won’t mean anything to me, though, nothing at all. You are my darling wife whom I love deeply and you only,” he confessed and you sniffled all your tears back, staring at him like he was insane.
• “You… You love me…?” you asked in a weak voice and he answered with a nod. “I love you, too, Leto,” you told him and he smiled gently before leaning in to kiss your damp cheeks and eyelids before finally joining your lips together in a sweet kiss.
• “Let’s give each other some time, hm? I don’t want to hear anything about any lover now. You are my lover and always will be in my heart,” he added in a whisper.
• “Perhaps we should try harder,” you proposed shyly.
• “Even harder?” he teased.
• And so you did; every day and every night, whenever and wherever you could. You started to share the chambers at night and fall asleep in each other’s arms, too. Whole palace knew at this point. Some people cheered while others looked at you with a huge dose of doubt that it would work out.
• A few weeks later your medic finally told you the news you wanted to hear for a year now. You were the happiest woman in the Universe when you disturbed Leto’s meeting with his counselors only to announce your pregnancy to him.
• His awful counselors’ eyes widened as Leto approached you to lift you up and swirl you around happily. He placed his hands on your belly the moment he put you down on the floor.
• “That’s where your son is,” you told him with happy tears in the corners of your eyes.
• “Or my daughter. I am not picky, dear wife,” he looked into your eyes and you swore, you fell in love with him even more.
• Your pregnancy was announced to the people of Caladan much later; just in case. At this point the medics could already confirm that you were carrying a Prince.
• Oh, how the behavior of the counselors had changed suddenly. You had never seen them bowing their heads so low and smiling at you so widely – even if most of the smiles were fake. They started to ask about your well-being and the well-being of the little Prince growing inside of you, constantly demanding of you to allow them to touch your belly. It was exhausting but it was bringing you an odd kind of satisfaction to see them like that.
• You started giving birth at night and the whole palace woke up to make sure everything would go smoothly. You had all the medics and maids with you while your husband was holding your hand. He was advised to leave the room but he insisted on staying.
• And he was the first one to hold your son. The medic handed him to Leto while maids were wiping your sweaty face with the cold towels.
• “My Lord, we have to announce the birth of our Prince,” one of the counselors stormed inside with eyes sparkling out of joy after hearing the baby’s crying.
• “Then announce,” Leto gave him a threatening look for interrupting your family moment.
• “People will want to see him and the Duchess, my Lord,” the counselor continued. You sighed and took a deep breath in. You knew it was expected from you and you couldn’t complain, so you tried to gain some strength again even if it seemed to be impossible.
• “People will have to wait. My wife is not ready to face them yet and my son’s just been born. They won’t see him tonight for sure,” Leto told him. “Now leave us,” he added and stopped looking at him at all.
• “Thank you,” you whispered in a raspy voice after the doors closed behind the counselor.
• “No, it’s me who’s thankful. Look at the beautiful son you’ve given me, my love,” he handed you the baby and fixed the hair strands that got stuck to your sweaty forehead.
• Leto doesn’t have very much of a free time as the Duke but he is trying to be around your baby boy whenever he can. He often sits him on his lap while working on the papers at the office and he takes him flying. You don’t like that last part but you know that flying is Leto’s passion so you don’t want to forbid him from doing that, even if it makes you nervous. Especially when he’s taking your boy with him. However, Leto is very responsible and he would never put your baby at risk.
• You are grateful for the maids and nannies you have to help you but you still want to spend most of your time with your son. He is following you around like an adorable puppy, clutching on your skirts and dresses, going on walks with you and picking up flowers with you on the days that aren’t rainy. Leto often watches you two from afar or through the window in his office and his heart grows every time.
• He is willing to find any excuse to leave the work aside for a bit and join you even for a little moment. Your baby boy’s face lightens up every time he sees his daddy approaching you two and he’s running to him with extended arms to be picked up and hugged.
• In fact, all the people of Caladan love their sweet little Prince and treat him like the biggest treasure.
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WILLIAM TELL
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• Being in a relationship with William was never easy. You were a girl from his hometown he would sometimes visit to check on his mother. You were sleeping together when he was around and it wasn’t even a proper relationship, however, you were always waiting for his arrival although you knew that he wasn’t as faithful as you. And you didn’t expect that. It wasn’t like you two were dating.
• One time he proposed that you go with him. That was when you realized that perhaps you meant to him as much as he did to you but he was a man of mystery and a very few words.
• You were traveling with William for two weeks but you grew tired of it. You didn’t like changing places all the time and all the Casinos were exhausting you. You were a domestic type, meanwhile William couldn’t picture himself at home at all. He drove you back to your place and left. Again.
• When he wasn’t around, you would rarely exchange messages or call each other. It just didn’t seem to be in his nature to keep in touch. That was why he was very surprised to see you calling him one evening.
• When you told William about your pregnancy, you didn’t know what to expect but the long silence on the other side of the line was one of the scenarios you had been actually thinking of as possible.
• Eventually, he cleared his throat. “What do you want to do about it?” he asked.
• “I want to keep it,” you took a deep breath in. Another long silence.
• “You know what I’m like. I won’t be around,” he said. “And don’t make me. It’s going to be better this way for the kid.”
• You didn’t know everything about William’s past but this line made you think twice. Did you really want to have a child with him? You didn’t know much about him and he was visiting you once in a few weeks.
• Despite everything, you decided to keep the baby and your parents promised to help you. They were just happy to become grandparents.
• William was sending you money every week and he was calling once in a while but during your pregnancy he didn’t show up even once. You assumed he was scared and you realized he wouldn’t be a part of this child’s life. You were grateful he was at least sending you money unlike so many other men who had abandoned their children by all means of the word.
• After giving birth to a daughter, you called him. He was in some Casino, you could hear the noise in the background. You told him about the baby girl and he only said: “Thank you”.
• However, he suddenly appeared at the hospital the very next day, when you were about to go home. He even brought a teddy bear for his daughter.
• He held her in his arms and kept staring at her in silence. You stood behind him and touched his shoulder to ground him and that was when he laid his eyes on you.
• “I just can’t,” he said. “I wish I was different but I am not. This is who I am.”
• “I know and it’s okay,” what you said was not really true. It was far from okay. You wanted him at home with you and your baby.
• Yet, a few hours later William was already on the road.
• He started to visit more often, though. Your daughter had a bond with her father and she was used to the fact he would spend time with her rarely so she was not crying about it. However, you could sense the sadness in her sometimes; usually seeing other children with their fathers. Your baby girl missed her daddy, too.
• She was calling him almost every evening to tell him about her day and he listened and talked to her. When he visited, he stayed for a few days and took her out to nice and cool places. You would go with them, too, when you could.
• And whenever he visited, he slept in your bed. You never asked him about his life but one night he surprisingly opened up to you.
• “Whatever you think I’m doing out there, it’s not true,” he said when you were laying with your head on his shoulder and drawing circles upon his chest with your finger.
• “What are you talking about?” you looked up to see William’s face lit up by the moonlight coming through the window.
• “I’m not sleeping with anyone but you,” he confessed. You were taken aback by those words.
• “I had no idea,” you admitted. “Why?”
• There was no answer but you assumed he loved you. Of course he wouldn’t say it, though.
• “Our daughter is the only person I’ve said it to in a long time,” he whispered.
• “It’s alright, I don’t need to hear it,” you sighed and hugged him tighter.
• “One day I’ll say it to you,” he promised, “and that will be the day when I stay here.”
• “I’ll be waiting,” you made your promise, too. “We both will, we’re your girls.”
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ORESTES
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• When your father told you that you would marry Orestes, you weren’t very happy about it. Yes, he was a fine young man who was very handsome and had gorgeous hair. But he was known for being impulsive, snarky and arrogant. Not to mention that incident where he had publicly confessed his love for Hypatia.
• Orestes wasn’t very happy to marry you either. In his eyes you were a spoiled brat and nothing more. And you weren’t his beloved Hypatia.
• That made the beginnings of your relationship quite difficult.
• You were arguing a lot with each other all the time and you were sure it was making your servants gossip a lot. You hated that he was seeing you as a complete opposite of Hypatia to the point he couldn’t admit you actually were an educated woman yourself, your father made sure of that. Perhaps you weren’t a known philosopher but you attended many classes in your youth.
• Meanwhile, Orestes hated you criticizing his behavior and your demands for him to act more maturely.
• You didn’t discuss the matter of children and, in fact, you were barely having any occasions to make one despite sharing the same bed at night.
• But Orestes’ change came naturally. His father talked him into becoming a politician and you encouraged that idea as well. Your husband came from a wealthy and influential family, which made his start very easy but it wasn’t the only reason why he became liked quickly. He was smart and young; with a fresh perception of reality. You were starting to like him more and more these days.
• One evening he came home, worried, because he faced problems at work. And, to your surprise, he asked for your advice.
• The advice you gave him made his eyes widen a little. He hadn’t been expecting such wisdom and maturity from you. That was when he realized he had been actually blind when it came to you, too focused on his friendship with Hypatia.
• You started to grow closer. Orestes would often ask for your advice and you began to compliment him instead of scolding him constantly. You could see the change of feelings in him when he became more affectionate and would bring you pretty things each week. Jewelry, perfumes, pergamins and flowers.
• You were the proudest woman in the world when your husband became the Prefect of Alexandria. And on that evening he surprised you once more. “What do you think of children? Would you want them?” he asked.
• “I do find them endearing. Why are you asking?” you batted your eyelashes, pretending not to know.
• “I was thinking… Now, when I have a secure job and everything goes well… Maybe we should have a baby,” he took a deep breath in and watched your face carefully to see a reaction.
• “A baby…? With you…?” you gasped but he misunderstood your answer.
• “I know I’m not perfect, how you were always commenting on my behavior and my immaturity but I think I’ve changed already, have I? Or is it not enough? Then, please, tell me, what should I do for you to want to have my child?” he held your hands to squeeze them as his eyes became watery.
• You realized at that moment how much he truly loved and worshiped you.  And how much you loved this man in return.
• “No, Orestes. I was surprised, that is all. You don’t have to do anything to be worthy of that. I am your wife, you are my husband. I want it,” you told him and raised your hands to wipe his cheeks. “In fact, I’ll be proud and happy to carry your child,” you added and he leaned in to kiss you passionately, almost desperately, like you were his air to breathe.
• You soon realized that was the way Orestes loved – it was like a worship. He had to turn his back on the gods of his youth and his devotion to Christianity was mostly fake in order to get the position of a Prefect. But he was not one of those men who wouldn’t believe in anything. He felt the need to put his faith into something.
• You were his something. Your family was.
• He became a completely different man than the one you had married. You had never seen a husband so devoted to his wife before.
• He would even come back home earlier just to lay with you and caress your belly and give you baths, letting the servants rest.
• And he found you the best medics in the whole of Alexandria to make sure your baby would be delivered safely.
• It was a girl and you had never seen her father happier than on that day, when he was holding her for the first time in his arms.
• Orestes spoils her rotten. He buys the finest silks for her dresses and makes sure she always gets whatever she wishes for. But at the same time he finds her the best tutors in the city to teach her things that usually boys are being taught. He always says that his daughter is not only pretty but also smart – just like her mother – and it is not his intention to waste that talent.
• Your daughter loves to visit her father while he’s at work with you. She always runs up to him and sits on his lap, feeling like she’s the Prefect herself. Orestes finds it adorable and calls her his own Queen of the Nile.
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rayroseu · 4 months
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THE MAJESTIC EXCELLENCY HERSELF 😍😍😍😍💚💚💚💚 also maybe its just me but is it a reach to hope that an ACTUAL Disney villain can cameo in TWST?? 😆 You know like how Mickey randomly appears before us akjdkss
Also i find it interesting how Yuu immediately got up to go to the Maleficent Statue after concluding the dream as "Maleficent is being left out..." She reminded him of One Guy lol 😭 Also Yuu lore crumbs that theyre finally catching up that their dreams is related to the next overblot lol
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ALSO AAAAAHHH SEBEKKKK 💚💚💚✨✨✨ I missed hearing his "human!!" FULLY VOICED✨✨✨ Haruki Ishiya san... thank you 😭💚💚💚
I love his attitude change LMFAO and Silver being the polite person he is insisting Sebek to apologize and Sebek just doesnt lol... SOBS... Also agree with Grim lol Diasomnia literally the most dramatic dorm lol
Also I find it so funny that "Malleus evil smile" expression is his Happiest Expression LMFOAOAOA He's thoroughly AMUSED by Yuu calling him Hornton in front of Sebek (of all people) without hesitance 😭😭
Ohhh Malleus loves chaos alright ✅✅✅💥💥 and his family and friends getting along...😭😭💕💕💕
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Also the part where the npcs talked about him broke my heart aughh...
He's just talking with his classmates and everyone is already whispering how "he shouldn't be in this school he's going to curse everyone" (OKAY maybe theyre going to be right about that in a few more updates butksjdjs) But aaa knowing the fact he has superb hearing skills.... I like to imagine he's hearing these rumors while talking to Yuu and the knights but he's just ignoring the rumors since there's a few peopke who are treating him like a normal person right now 😭😭
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I LOVE HOW THIS IMPLIES LILIA RELIES ON SILVER THE MOST TOO!!! He couldve asked Sebek or Malleus since theyre the people with no sleep problems... but nooo he insisted on Silver waking him up!! AUDGAUHS I thought he's a general who focuses on efficiency... 😭😭 He just wants Silver to wake him up... i know you lilia 🔍🔍🔍🤨🤨
I am in good pain... considering!! in Book 7!! Lilia repeatedly appears to be a reliance for Silver whenever he feels hopeless... I CANT. Lilia is just like more lowkey about how much he actually relies on his son 😭😭💚💚
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ROOK BEING IN THE RUINS TOO IS SO FUNNY LFMAOOO THATS ONE OF MALLEUS' TOP INTERSHIP LIST??? ITS LILIA'S P.E VIGNETTE ALL OVER AGAIN LMFOAOAA HE'S GONNA HARASS MALLEUS DOWN IF THEYRE COWORKERS AHFHAHDHA
Imagine them in the ruins and finally Malleus has someone who is enthusiastic about ""boring facts about Gargoyles and Abandoned Ruins"" but its just... got to be THIS GUY Rook Hunt... who once tried to playfully harm Lilia lol
Malleus and Rook Duo is actually so funny though 😂😂 It still cracks me up that Malleus was once invited on Rooks Bday but he didnt attend cuz he's annoying to him and most notably Rook is not even hostile to him??? He just didnt attend bcs he hates his guts omg😭😭💥💥
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This fact is so weird to me... What do you mean that some teeth just becomes an automatic RADIO under the right conditions????😭 Is this a foreshadow to Zigvolts Dentistry??? 😳⚡💚✨✨✨
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Can a fae teeth play Elvis Presley just by opening their mouths...?? You know like Stitch acting as a phonograph... 😂
But I doubt??? They have radio towers at Briar Valley so it probably doesnt happen????? But It'd be pretty funny if Briar Valley radio just play bardcore music and one poor fae was "cursed" to have "magical radio teeth" playing bardcore everytime lol
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My first thought was "Sebek!!!!✨✨✨" here actually 😭💚 Since he's the only freshman we're missing rn...
But I was surprised Yuu thought of Malleus??? That just further implies Yuu recognizes him as a friend that'll help them too 😭😭😭
Its just precious to think that someone finds Malleus reliable, he'll be so happy to assist Yuu if they're having trouble with anything just like how he enthusiastically offered to explain more about the Thorn Fairy since Yuu is curious about it...😭💖💞💖💗💕 I love them to BITS OMFG...
(I'm sad that Yuu is going home too but I'm ignoring that lol🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ Yuu is a self insert theyre supposed to speak MY language of staying with Mal-)
Its devastating that the freshmen are so hyped up to be working together THEY ARE NOT PROCESSING THE IMPLICATIONS OF YUU GOING HOME... 💔😂 if Yuu truly goes home, theres no reason for them to be gathering like this on the cafeteria anymore... 😭😭💔💔 Making myself sad that they'll buy an extra plate for them during lunch break and not even Grim touches that food... just to honor their friend😭😭😭
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Wait so we know that the first night in "sleepover to discover Mickey" consists of Deuce and Ace as Grim and Yuu's companion...
Maybe the next nights (without Malleus' overblot interupption) consisted of Epel and Jack, and then possibly Ortho and Malleus??? (since Ortho is the one who suggested that therell be a fae)
Oh but Im going to cry if at Book 7's ending consisted of Yuu inviting Malleus for a sleepover at Ramshackle despite what happened... 😭😭😭 and and like the stars aligning appears once again but this time he's not at ruined Ramshackle missing his friend... He's at a peaceful sleepover with a friend group auGh... 😭😭😭💖💕💞💗💞💗
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those possessive ghost and soap headcanons 😳😵‍💫 please gimme more 🤲🏻.
i was wondering what if reader *technically* wasn't officially ghost's girl (like are they dating? well technically no, but ghost definitely sees reader as his and everyone that interacts with them on a regular basis learns that pretty quickly) so maybe because of that reader accepts going on some dates or flirts a little with men that come up to her to shoot their shot, how do you see ghost reacting to that?
“Dating” is probably too pedestrian for Ghost after the life he’s lived. Like how can a dead man date?
There’s not really a word for what’s going on between the two of you. It’s just some nebulous thing that begins and ends with you being his and Ghost being (presumably? Although you’ve never asked for fear of being told no) yours.
It would be easy for anyone to let that insecurity get to their head eventually though. The problem with Ghost is that he really cannot communicate his thoughts or intentions and you’re only human. And god he’s so commitment adverse at first like he absolutely sees you as his but he’s so reticent to actually say something about it. So when he “punishes” you by avoiding you for a few weeks after you start acting too couple-y with him, you don’t just capitulate the second he comes back. You’re upset, irate even, and not eager to forgive him and let him dictate the course of your relationship.
So yeah, you let some guy at your work take you on a date. You let him take you to a movie where he tries and fails to put his hand on your thigh, and you keep using your popcorn to brush his hand off. You immediately know this was a mistake and you spend the whole two hours absolutely miserable because you miss your stupid not-boyfriend and you can’t stand this guy.
Who knows how Ghost finds out but obviously he does. He’s already broken into your flat and opens the door for you when your date walks you home, scaring the both of you. Your date because he “didn’t realize you’ve got a boyfriend - you didn’t have to lead me on, you know I thought this was a date” and you because “he’s not my boyfri-”
“That’ll do” and slams the door on your date’s face. Maybe bends you over the side table in the foyer to remind you that you do have a man at home, just pulls your skirt up and pulls your underwear to the side. Apologizes in your ear for leaving you when he bottoms out and you’re so strung out that you don’t even hear him at first. Big hands a brand on your waist, sure to leave bruises in the morning from how hard he clutches you there.
But no, he’s not your boyfriend 🙄 dumbass behaviour
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